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astroyongie · 4 months ago

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Ateez: When You Are Feeling Self Conscious About Your Body

Note: I figure that with Easter here and many of us having big meetings and often they are related to food, that this post could help some of you who are self conscious about these things <3 remember to take it easy and to be indulgent with yourself. I hope you guys enjoy <3

Hongjoong

It was evening, and you were in your bedroom, trying to find something to wear to a dinner with your friends and Hongjoong. The world outside has quieted, but your mind hasn’t no matter how hard you tried. You’re standing in front of the mirror, wearing a simple black tank top and shorts. nothing fancy, nothing done-up since the dinner would be something rather chill between friends and not something classy. You hadn't noticed how Hongjoong was in the doorway, leaning against the frame, watching you silently. He notices the way your fingers tug at the hem of your shirt. The way your eyes flick away from your own reflection like it hurts to look at yourself.

“You’re doing it again.” Hongjoong says softly, from behind you

You flinch just slightly, half because you’re startled but also because you know exactly what he means. You don’t answer. instead you shake your head a little before you spoke, your voice coming out quieter than intended.

“It’s just… I look like this. And you look like you. It doesn’t feel fair.” There was a silence, before you added, looking away from him,“I don’t want people to look at us and think you settled. Or that I’m… staining you.”

There’s a long pause. You don’t hear footsteps, but you eventually feel Hongjoong behind you, his warmth ghosting your back before his arms wrap slowly around your waist. Not tight. Just present. Just there.

“Staining me?” Hongjoong murmurs, his lips brushing your shoulder, “Is that what you think you’re doing when I can’t keep my hands off you?” he asked, his voice lowering, “When I see you walk into a room and I forget what I was saying? When your voice is the one I listen for even in silence?”

You feel him breathe in against your back, as if inhaling you makes the air steadier in his lungs.

“You want to know what ruins me?” Hongjoong asked, gently turning you to face him, cupping your jaw so tenderly it makes your throat ache, “Watching you shrink yourself because someone, somewhere, made you think your worth had anything to do with numbers, shapes,” He doesn’t say you’re beautiful like it’s a defense. He says it like it’s law. “Wear whatever you want. Let me be proud of you the way you won’t be of yourself. I’ll do it until you can.”

Mingi

Today was supposed to be chill, just a shopping spree with Mingi after a long week of work. And god, you really were trying to be casual about it, pretending to enjoy the process, but you’ve been stuck in the dressing room a little too long now and you hated how each time this was the same. Mingi had picked up this dress for you and he was so excited so of course you had to try it on.

But fuck why did you felt so disgusted by the mere sight of yourself?

The new outfit hugs you in a way you’re not ready to see. All of these flaws, jumping straight to your eyes and you hated it. Why couldn't you just shop in peace like all those pretty girls? You step out of the dressing room hesitantly, tugging at the fabric.

Mingi's sitting just outside in one of whose small couches, phone down, eyes up as soon as he noticed your presence. He looks at you for a full second. Not a polite glance, but a full, slow look. He sighed quietly

“You’re already bracing for me to lie, aren’t you?” Mingi asked

You swallowed. “It just… doesn’t fit right.”

He stood up, stepping closer to you before he suddenly tugged the mirror curtain closed behind you both so no one else could see what you both were on about.

“It fits like it was made for you. The only thing not fitting here is the idea that you’re anything less than stunning.” Mingi whispered, brushing your hair away, fingers grazing your neck, his voice a low whisper, “They don’t make mirrors that show you what I see. That’s the problem.”

And you felt your eyes teary up as he pulled you into a hug. Maybe, just in this moment, he had helped you fix something you never thought was needed to fix

San

You were laying down with San in your share bed, legs tangled as you were scrolling Instagram after an evening out with the whole group and their partners. It was something that has become an habit and tonight, Hongjoong had posted a few group photos that you all take throughout the night together. You clicked on the notifications, only to see this picture of yourself from an unflattering angle, and your heart sank.

You knew, or at least believed, that you weren't very pretty and this pictures and how you looked truly sent you down a dissociative and body dismorphia spiral. You locked your phone and quietly pulled the blanket up, turning your face away.

San was lying next to you, playing some phone games. after a few moments, he finally sensed that there was a shift in your behavior, which made him look over at you

“What happened?”

You didn't answer him, pretending you were asleep which made him sighed since this was a typical scene for him. San gently tugs the blanket down and rests his forehead against yours, trying to get your attention

"What's up?"

".. the picture Hongjoong posted" you murmured ever so quietly

“You saw a version of yourself that doesn’t match the one in your head, didn’t you?”

You nod slowly, eyes stinging with stubborn tears which made him sigh and pull you into a tight hug.

“I saw that picture too. You looked real. Warm. Beautiful. Like the only person in the frame I wanted to kiss.” He said, kissing your cheek in a comforting way. Then your jaw and neck, his lips lingering at your collarbone “and if anyone else couldn’t see it… their eyes weren’t meant for you anyway.”

Seonghwa

You just got out of the shower after a very long day of work. Your skin was flushed, hair damp, body wrapped in a towel while the stubborn fog in the bathroom clung into the walls of your shared bathroom with Seonghwa.

To be honest with yourself you were avoiding the mirror ever since last week. You hated how it seemed like your body was unflattering, how you couldn't help but notice the weight clinging unto your hips. You were so self absorbed in your negative thoughts that you didn't notice Seonghwa walked in. He caught the way your arms are crossed, not from cold, but self-consciousness as you looked at the figged mirror, only to advert your eyes and to repeat the process.

Seonghwa paused in the doorway, waiting to see if you noticed him. when he noticed that you didn't, he finally came closer.

“You look like a painting when you’re like this.”

You scoffed, your eyes going to him as you tried to push the towel more securely around yourself. "Stop lying to me"

"I am not lying."

"I look fucking disgusting" you snapped and Seonghwa went quiet for a moment.

Once you looked away, eyes stinging with tears, Seonghwa stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he kissed your head before leaning his chin on your shoulder.

“No makeup. No posing. Just skin and warmth and you.” he murmured. "That's enough"

"You don't understand. I have to try to be more beautiful, try to be--"

You were cut off by his fingers tracing the edge of the towel at your back. “You don’t have to try. You never did.” he whispered the reassurance, pulling you into a soft hug, his heart aching. hoping that one way you would understand that you didn't needed to change to be loved. just to be yourself.

Wooyoung

You swore you were going to just cancel it out because there was no way you would go out looking like a piglet ham. you were halfway into getting dressed for an event with Wooyoung, knowing you needed to look extra fancy tonight. You had chose a dress you loved at first when you bought it, but now, in the mirror of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend, it felt “too much.” Too tight. Too revealing.

A ham. You were about to take it off, curse it out, cry and just tell Wooyoung that you weren't going no where when he entered the room, still buttoning his shirt. He saw the look on your face, frowning.

"What?"

"I look like a piglet"

"uh?" Wooyoung asked confused as he looked at you not understanding, "what are you on about?"

"I am taking this off." You said your hands ready to get rid of the dress

“Don’t." Wooyoung's voice almost sounded like an order, "Please don’t take it off yet.”

You froze, giving him a confused look as he walked over you slowly. Wooyoung brushed his knuckles against your bare shoulders, sighing

“You were made to wear softness like armor. Look at you.. You look beautiful” he reassured you and you sighed, feeling the tears rolling down your cheek

"I feel disgusting Woo"

“That's on your head love. You look like a goddess, so please don't take it off.. I will be the one taking it off for you tonight. and I promise I will show you how much you are beautiful”

and Wooyoung did.

Yeosang

To be honest, you hated summer time. It was always hot, you would sweat bunches and the mosquitoes were your biggest enemy. Or perhaps the second, the first being the way it was too hot to wear sweaters and you had to wear summer clothing, which meant to show more of your skin and body.

And that terrorized you deeply, and it was partially why you didn't understood how Yeosang could love you. you and him were out for a walk, and you had decided to wear a tank top out in the sun for the first time in a while, and every step felt like too many eyes were on your arms, your chest, your thighs.

you hated it.

Yeosang had noticesd the way your hand hovers near your stomach, the way you keep adjusting your shirt. He first tried to ignore, thinking you were just itchy but then it became clear that you were uncomfortable.

Yeosang leaned in, murmuring in your ear, "What's wrong?"

"I feel awful thats what's wrong... I hate summer.. I feel so uncomfortable" you said and Yeosang nodded. he knew how much you struggled with your body and he had always been supportive of you.

“If you’re worried about how they see you… just walk closer to me.”

You glance up at him, "closer to you?" you asked and he nodded

“I’ll absorb their gaze. Shield you." Yeosang said with a smile, "Don't worry love, I will make sure to be there.”

And Yeosang does. throughout the walk, he had rested his hand on your lower back like a promise. He would hold your hand when you felt nervous, or used his body as a shield whenever he felt you umconfortable. Kiss you, whenever he felt you spiraling.

You didn't know but, to Yeosang, you were his favorite sight in the world.

Yunho

You hated mornings after a night out for dinner, usually because you always indulged yourself in the food which resulted by you feeling heavy in the next morning. You were in bed, wearing an oversized shirt from Yunho, no makeup, hair wild from sleep. You felt messy. Bloated. Unsexy. You figured that maybe if you tried to slip away before Yunho wakes up, you could at least try to put some make up and do something about your bloated self--

Too late.

Yunho rolled over the moment you were getting up from bed. He scoffed, one big hand going to your wrist and pulling you in again which made you yelp.

“You trying to sneak away from me?” Yunho asked, voice still husky with sleep

You offer a sheepish shrug. "I try. but you are playing against me"

"Hm. why do you look uncomfortable?"

"because I am huge. I lack discipline" you complained and he clicked his tongue. He tugged you once again so you would be under him, resting his forehead on yours.

“You’re always running from your reflection"

"I hate it"

"it’s the only thing I want to chase.” Yunho murmured, his arms wrapping themselves around you as he gently caressed your body to prove his point. He kissds the hollow of your throat, sighing happily.

"Yunho.."

“shh.. Let me show you how good you already are.”

Jongho

You and Jongho were in a small café patio, in the early afternoon that he was able to take off from work. you were seated at a little round table laughing, sharing food, sun on your skin. You had been nervous to order dessert, but Jongho had nudged you softly

“If you want it, have it. Don’t let shame win.”

So you did.

You were halfway through a slice of this sweet cake when one of your co workers walked by. Out of politeness, you greeted them, doing small talk with a tight smile as they had decided to comment on your food.

“Wow, you’re really indulging today, huh? I wish I had that kind of confidence.” they had say in a laughing tone.

It’s a joke. A joke. But it lands like a brick to your chest. You freeze for just a second, your spoon midair. Your smile doesn’t falter, not fully as you’ve trained yourself too well. You laugh it off, murmuring a polite answer.

But Jongho watches you.

Watches the way your hand pauses. Watches the flicker of shame pass through your eyes. He doesn’t say anything at first. Just turns his gaze to the person who spoke, tilts his head with that slow, unreadable calm of his. The silence stretches, heavy, pointed.

“You know what’s wild?” he asked the coworker, his voice quiet but clear

The person raises a brow. “What?”

“That you thought you could say something like that and still be welcome in this moment.”

There’s a pause. You feel your heart pound, your eyes widening at Jongho's comment .

“If her dessert makes you uncomfortable, maybe it’s your own reflection you should be questioning.” Jungho added, still calm and gently but not backing down

Your coworker sputters a quick apology, an awkward, fake, and fleeing one before they disappeared inside the cafe shop. Jongho waited until they were gone before he turned to you. Not with pity but with devotion.

“Don’t let them make you question something you earned. You wanted it. You enjoyed it. You deserve it.”

Jongho then picked up your spoon and feed you the next bite himself. His thumb brushes the corner of your mouth like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever touched

“You’re not too much. Not too full. Not too anything. You’re mine. And that means they don’t get to touch you. not even with their words.”

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smallfisheyes · 10 days ago

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cw. body insecurity and negative self-analysis of the body. staring into the mirror. swearing. suggestive but nothing explicit.

your insecurity is eating you, and you're absolutely certain you have no chance with nanami. he makes you feel otherwise while discussing your grandma hobbies (1.3k)

his arms, you think.

he wouldn’t like your arms, you also think.

you should just watch on, and watch only, but even then that feels criminal. only people as beautiful as him should be able to watch him move, speak, breathe. you shouldn’t be allowed to share the same space he walks. so, you turn your eyes away, freeing him of your dirty stare.

it feels like a sticky goo coats your body. you feel ugly and gross, but it’s a feeling you can’t shower off. it clings to your skin, persistent in its hatred. because it sticks to you, it becomes a part of you. with its overwhelming persistence, it’s no longer just a feeling of being ugly and gross: you are ugly and gross.

how do you get rid of the goo?

he thinks he’d like to be friends with you.

he watches how you smile politely the rare times you speak together, but that polite smile becomes a big, wide grin that kento can’t help but join in secret. the beautiful grin only appears when you speak to the ones you love and admire the most.

your little niece had once joined you at the school when your cousin couldn’t find a sitter. you had to shove your missions onto kento, your apologies rampant, but he insisted it was all right. how else were you supposed to ensure her safety? your little niece clung to your hand, head peeking out from behind your leg.

when he arrived back at the school beaten and sore, kento saw how she sat perched on your lap as you mumbled stories to her. you tapped away at your old keyboard while making your niece giggle, that wide grin pulling your cheeks into the shape of apples. kento wondered if at the same age as your niece, if you ate so many apples that your cheeks took the shape of them when you smiled. recounted by his mother, kento once ate so many carrots he turned orange.

most days, you seem to frown deeply when kento was within a five metre radius. he thought you were very grumpy when he first met you, but it seems he’s wrong. your ambrosia apple cheeks are telling enough. the sweetest apples, and one named after the gods’ food.

you never smile at him like that. maybe you’re just not comfortable around him? that’s probably it.

what can he do to make you apple smile at him?

you stare at yourself too hard in the mirror.

your hair doesn’t sit right. the shirt you wear makes your arms look too big. the pants you wear pinch at your waist and emphasize the curve of your tummy, but you just bought these recently. you should forgive yourself. that was a particularly hard day.

still, you’d easily be cast as the first to go in a horror movie, or even the scary creature everyone runs from. you wouldn’t be the pretty main lead in a 2000s rom-com that was clever and beautiful. you’re you. plain jane on the good days, horror movie monster most days.

it’s best you just stay home.

walking out of the restaurant with kento, your colleagues lingering behind for more drinks, a couple exchanging kisses take up the corner of the building. you and kento politely look the other way, but the details of their kiss are seared into your mind.

the man gripped her waist like he was afraid she'd go. the woman’s arms were thrown over his shoulders, grabbing him by the back of the head to bring him closer. they're already close, you glower. and they're in public. could they not? but there’s that familiar pang that bothers you some days, the ones that remind you of your singleness.

your arms move to curl around yourself in a self-hug. the pit of loneliness shapes itself into a bout of jealousy, pushing your heart into a sprint. your hug does nothing to dampen your rampant thoughts.

hands clammy, heart rushing, breath short, your thoughts are the scary kind.

no one would ever do that to you. your body is revolting. your personality is molded to please others so that there’s no identity beneath all the fake layers.

unfuckable. unloveable. unkissable. it is your life sentence to be alone.

oh, but you can’t stop looking at him. your eyes are always quick to spot him. you haven’t seen him wear that turtleneck before. that green suits him, and so does his typical blue.

you can’t help it. it’s instinct to admire beautiful things.

almost like he knows what you’re thinking, nanami’s voice softly cuts through your thoughts. “what are your plans for the rest of the night?”

you blink, recovering from your personal assault. the grey of the parking lot soothes you. the plaza is wide and is lined with other restaurants and tea shops.

“nothing really,” you laugh. “probably a movie at home or even sleep right away, but i need to finish making my niece’s gift before the weekend. i’m not sure if i’ll make it.”

nanami’s eyes brighten the way when a person recovers a distant but good memory. “the dragon, right?”

he sounds almost delighted even though it’s not his gift.

you forgot you told him about your granny hobbies, and your latest endeavour was your niece’s crocheted dragon amigurumi. it’s a cute stuffy, and you bought the pattern not too long ago. heated embarrassment courses through you. why does he remember?

“i’m surprised you remember,” you admit out loud.

“i think handmade gifts are very thoughtful. how could i forget?”

oh, you’re smiling like a fool. you didn’t think he was the type to praise.

kento continues. “why a dragon anyway?” he looks at you with attentive eyes. you pull away, but you feel the weight of his stare. it makes you soar, but you can’t show it. you hug yourself tighter.

ground yourself.

“she was born the year of the dragon,” you murmur. when did parking lots become your favourite place?

“clever,” he compliments with a lightness in his tone.

his finishing move is the most radiant smile, and you feel the knock out collapse your lungs.

oh. oh. you’re about to go into cardiac arrest. it’s no longer your thoughts that run rampant, but your heart.

“here’s my ride!” you almost scream. if kento didn’t see how you waved your pointed finger aggressively at the car that pulled in front of the two of you, he would have had no idea what you just said. your words came out in a jumble.

you fly for the back door, nearly knocking yourself out and mumbling your name in a pitchy voice. kento watches, heart aching a little. if his cheeks were still full and youthful, he would probably be smiling one of your ambrosia smiles.

“don’t stay up late,” he tells you before shutting your door.

you send him a picture of your finished dragon at three in the morning. he scolds you at work, but praises you all the same, admiring every stitch and asking what the process is.

“talented,” he called you.

bit by bit, your scary thoughts begin to die down. oddly, that layer of goo that made you feel ugly thins. it’s still there, and it probably will always be there, but it thins. sometimes, it feels like it’s not even there, as if it was never important to begin with.

nanami reminds you and shows you what you really are: beautiful and brilliant.

it is another week that goes by that nanami uncovers a freshly baked loaf of bread and hands it to you. “i can’t make anything but bread. this is for you.”

it must be a gift for covering for him. you hold out your arms, accepting the bread.

“handmade gifts are the most thoughtful,” you say while looking him in the eye.

soon, you are in his arms. soon, you’re kissed by him. soon, you share the same bed with him, and he explores you reverently, admiring every curve and bend and sigh.

“you’re worth loving.” he presses the words into your forehead with a kiss.

and you believe him.

#jjk fanfic #nanami fluff #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #jjk x you #nanami jjk #kento nanami #nanami #jjk fluff #jjk x reader

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laceyhearts · 21 days ago

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✶ DATE NIGHT INSECURITIES ; JACK HUGHES !

➪ summary: jack's date night plans with his girl get changed when he finds out she hasn't been feeling like herself lately

➪ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: insecurities, mentions of paparrazi and hate comments

➪ word count: 2.4k

➪ emma's notes: stop bc i forgot this is one of my favorite jack fics i've written

It wasn’t all the time that Jack got to have two consecutive nights off during the season, especially between home games, so date nights out in New Jersey were a rare thing to come by for him and his girlfriend. In actuality, date nights like tonight were a rare occasion for the couple.

Y/n wasn’t a fan of going out in public, and not in the sense that she didn’t want to be seen with Jack, because of course, she did. But the thought of having to showcase herself to the paparazzi had her stomach churning uncontrollably.

With insecurities, there came good days where she would lounge on the couch in one of Jack’s hoodies eating a whole pizza if her body allowed, bad days where now and then throughout her day she would notice something “off” about her and let it plague her for the rest of the day no matter where she was or what she was doing, and down-in-the-dumps days where she would wake up already self-conscious of how she looked - her hair flying out of her ponytail, dark circles beneath her eyes, her breath smelling like she ate too many cloves of garlic - and as the hours passed, her thoughts multiplied.

Today had been one of those down-in-the-dumps days, which only fueled her anxiety as the clock ticked closer and closer to when the two were supposed to leave. She’d woken up with this sinking feeling in her stomach, slowly crawling out of bed so as not to disturb Jack as he continued to sleep peacefully. She’d spent more time than normal in the shower, in front of the mirror, in the kitchen as she debated what to eat for breakfast.

And once she got home from work, she sat on the floor of their shared closet, eyes darting around to the shirts and dresses that were hanging. She’d been through at least five different outfits, all of them now surrounding her on the ground.

Almost an hour later, she finally settled on a black dress, one that she had worn plenty of times and never failed to make her feel comfortable. She’d only gotten it halfway on before she remembered the zipper in the back of the dress, groaning softly. And so she settled on the only thing she knew to do, “Jack!”

She could hear Jack’s footsteps as he came running down the hallway, catching himself on the door frame to prevent himself from continuing to slide, “What? What’s wrong?”

Y/n turned around, unable to stifle her giggles as her eyes raked over him; his shirt unbuttoned and wrinkled, his hair a mess, and his tie loose, almost as if he just came from a college party. She shook her head, walking over to him to run a hand through his hair and kiss his cheek, “Nothing, I just need your help zipping my dress up.”

It was only then that Jack looked at her up and down, grinning when he saw what she was wearing, “I love this dress on you.”

She flushed at his statement, walking back to the mirror to fix the dress, tugging at it slightly. Jack grinned even more when he noticed the color of her cheeks, “Good to know I can still make you blush this much after a year.”

He made his way to stand behind her, placing his hands on her hips, and leaning his head down so his chin was resting on her shoulder. He looked at her through the mirror, watching as she fixed her necklace and earrings, fiddled with her hair so it lay just how she wanted it to, straightened her dress, and tugged at the fabric against her stomach to stop it from clinging to her skin.

He didn’t think much of it initially and just moved the hair away from the left side to the right and turned to kiss her lightly on the neck. The action caused her to shiver a little, but ultimately left her with a smile.

Jack’s hands worked carefully on zipping her dress up, every so often brushing her back gently and placing a kiss on her cheek or temple. When the zipper reached the top of the fabric, his hands slipped around to her front, arms circling her waist, “Baby.”

She hummed softly, but her eyes were trained on the mirror, letting herself be leveled with her own scrutiny, pointing out everything she thought was wrong; the way her hair fell flat, the way her dress highlighted her figure in all the wrong ways, the way her makeup looked caked on.

When he heard nothing but her quiet sound of acknowledgement, he looked back up, locking on the frown on her face through the mirror. He furrowed his eyebrows, arms tightening their grasp, “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, plastering a fake smile on her face as she turned to face him, “Nothing, Jacky, I think I’m just gonna put on some tights underneath it and maybe some shorts.”

And usually, he would’ve let it slide, wouldn’t so much as bat an eye to her words because it was cold out, it was the middle of January. But the way she looked, the way her eyes narrowed whenever she’d see something new that she didn’t like, he knew there was something wrong.

He sighed, arms holding her in place, “Don’t.”

“Jacky, we’re gonna be late.”

“Don’t do this.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shied away from him, attempting to escape his grasp again, but he held her hips, turning her to face the mirror, which only made her shift uncomfortably. Jack rolled his eyes, leaning his chin down to rest on her shoulder, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“There’s nothing to tell, let's just go before they decide they don’t want to serve us.”

“We are not leaving this apartment, this room, until you tell me what’s going on, even though you know I know what you’re pretty little head is thinking about right now.”

She stopped fighting and looked down, causing Jack to spin her around once more, lifting her chin so her eyes were looking directly into his. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

He knew there was more; he always knew. Jack knew about how she didn’t like going out for date nights because she didn’t want to have any unexpected pictures taken of her, how she hated posting on Instagram because she’s always scared that the only comments she’ll get are one’s commenting about how ‘ugly’ she looked, that she hated summer because she could never wear what all the others girls were wearing and feel good about it, and that she hated going to his games wearing his jersey because girls always made comments about him never wanting to be with her.

“I know that’s not all that’s bothering you, sweetheart. And you know that too,”

He backed up to sit on the chest in front of their bed. And just like Jack knew whenever she was lying, she knew that as soon as he sat down on the chest, he’d pat his left thigh, beckoning her over. She knew that if she stood there, not giving in to him, he’d sit and pout like she was personally offending him, giving her those puppy dog eyes.

This time, however, she was determined to stand her ground, “No. I’m putting tights and shorts on, and then we’re leaving.”

Jack rolled his eyes but kept sitting. She stared at him, and he had no problem with staring right back, another one of their daily staring contests starting. He broke eye contact first, causing y/n to let out a little cheer before heading into the closet to change. Rules were rules, when someone won the staring contest, they won the argument, no matter the pettiness level.

He sat patiently on the trunk as he watched her close the door of the closet. He knew this was not a bad day; he knew it was a down-in-the-dumps-and-everything-that-can-go-wrong-manages-to-go-wrong kind of day. He knocked on the door and halted her actions, “Put your sweats on.”

“What?”

“I said, put your sweats on, my hoodie, and get your pretty ass out to the living room in five minutes. Take your makeup off, too, and put your hair up.”

She was confused, but she had no complaints about his words; wearing sweats definitely beats having to wear tights and shorts and a dress. And wearing his hoodie? That beat everything.

She came out five minutes later and sat on the couch, crossing her legs, Jack having already ordered food and put her favorite TV show on. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her into his side as close as he could without her being on top of him, not that he would have minded her in his lap in the slightest.

“Talk to me, please.” His voice sounded like he was pleading, and he was. He wanted to make all of her insecurities go away, shower her with kisses, and make her feel loved. And if he accomplished that and was able to cuddle her, he would be more than okay to do this every day instead of going out.

She sighed, and Jack gave her his hand so she could fiddle with her fingers, something she always did when she got anxious, “I wasn’t lying when I said it was one of those days.”

She took a deep breath before continuing, “It’s just- that dress was the dress I could always count on myself knowing I would look good in. I don’t usually have to think about it too hard; I could just put it on and go. When you zipped it up, I could tell it fit a little tighter than it usually did, and it just felt…” She couldn’t exactly describe what she felt, how she felt. If you knew the feeling, you knew the feeling.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she gripped his hand tighter, “I just want to feel pretty, Jack.”

That absolutely, utterly, broke, no shattered, his heart. He hated that his girl had to feel like this, hated that society had made it so not only her but every girl that didn’t look like the stereotypical one had to feel like they weren’t beautiful. All logical reasoning flew out of his head at that point, pulling her into his lap like it was the only place she was meant to be. She didn’t even have the energy to protest and dug her head into his shoulder.

His own tears welled up in his eyes as he listened to her cry, it was one of his least favorite sounds in the whole world, maybe the worst sound he’s ever heard.

Minutes passed before she pulled her head away from his chest, and he reached out, cupping her cheeks, letting the coolness of his hands lessen the heat of her cheeks. She sniffled, reaching her hand up to wipe her nose, as Jack wiped the tears for her.

“I want you to listen to me, y/n. And please, actually listen to me.”

She nodded, still trying to rid the remnants of tears off her face, “You are beautiful, no matter who tells you differently. I will always think you’re beautiful. I know that self-love is the most important kind of love there is, and it breaks my heart every time I see you look at yourself a little longer in the mirror in the mornings or when you pull at the fabric of your shirt while you’re working at the kitchen table. And I am more than willing to help you feel beautiful all day, every day.

“I know that you’re not going to feel pretty all of the time, everyone has those days. Even me, pretty boy Hughes.”

His comment made her laugh a little, and he smiled when he heard it. That was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He smiled a little more when he felt her hand run through his hair, “There’s my girl.”

This comment makes her blush instead, and that causes him to smile even more, “And there is the blush that I still cannot believe I make you do. Somehow, you just got ten times more gorgeous.”

Her cheeks reddened even more, and he chuckled a little at it this time. He moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips, his thumbs resting under her sweatshirt and rubbing soft circles into her skin, “There will always be someone to say something, trust me, and I wish I could take it all away so it wouldn’t hurt you. But, I want you to know that I love you for you, and I could never imagine myself loving anyone else.

“Anyone could have a model as their girlfriend or their wife, but only I can have you. And that’s what makes me love you, y/n. Not the way you look, though I adore how you look, but instead the way you smile when you see me every time, the way you always cuddle me after a rough game, the way you know when something is wrong, the way you treat everyone like they hung the stars, and the way you moan-”

“Jack!”

He laughed, throwing his head back in the process, his hands subtly tightening on her hips, “My point is, before you so rudely interrupted me listing the things I love about you.” She slapped his arm before smiling at him, “You don’t need to live up to anyone else’s expectations of beautiful when you think you are. As long as you think you’re beautiful, that’s all that matters, as long as you do it for you and not for anyone else.”

Tears pricked at her eyes once more, this time out of love and happiness, “I love you.”

He kissed her cheek and then kissed her, making her jump in shock a little before melting into the kiss. His hands moved further up underneath her sweatshirt, and he moved to kiss her neck, causing her to let out a soft moan when he hit her sensitive spot right on the dot. That made him grin as he pulled away. That was his favorite sound in the world.

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Blurred Lines 2

Elias ‘Stack’ Moore X Annie ~ A modern AU

Part 1

A/N: Sooo, hi y’all! Back with a lil part 2 of Blurred Lines — wanted to get this up yesterday but she’s a little lengthy (11.5k) and I needed to take my time editing 👐🏾 Like last time this is just some more practice for me and some more Stack and Annie for y’all, nothing too seriousss🫶🏾. Enjoyyy 🫶🏾 or don’t 😬.

C/W: Cursing, Smut, MDI, (if yall don’t think I’m detailed enough w/ this let me know lol. I usually keep it simple cause I don’t really write nothing crazy but 🤷🏾‍♀️)

2:48am : After the Kickback

It was 3 in the morning, the BNB had cleared out 30 minutes ago and Smoke and Stack were left with nothing but red solo cups, flipped over furniture and the trash people left behind to keep them company.

Well that, and a whole lotta fuckin’ money.

Stack was grinning from ear to ear as he clicked between Cash app, Zelle, and Venmo, while Smoke sat on the couch and started counting the cash.

“Nigga, we got enough between Zelle and Cash app alone to cover what we paid for the BNB, plus more.” Stack looked up from where he sat in the chair, elbows on his knees and eyes shining. He nodded his head towards the money on the coffee table. “That’s all profit.”

Smoke shook his head in disagreement. “Nah. The food, the drinks, the people we gotta hire to clean this mufucka, still all gotta be accounted for.”

Stack shrugged like it didn’t make a difference. “We pay some niggas to clean up in here. That’s what? A couple hundred?” He sat his phone down on the coffee table, hand reaching for a small stack of bills. “Still made a profit nigga.”

Both brothers started counting. Crumpled up 20s, and 10s, and 5s were smoothed out and added to the grand total.

They’d expected to make some money. But not even Stack thought this many people would turn out.

That’s what happened when you worked with the heat, instead of fighting it.

The mental math continued silently, Stack thumbing through bills and whispering the count to himself, while the older Moore added up everything in his head.

Neither spoke. Until Smoke did, out of nowhere.

“Annie find you? She was looking for you earlier.”

The smirk was instant, stretching across Stack’s face long and dirty, in a way that couldn’t be stopped. “Yeah,” he licked his lips. “She found me.”

He kept his eyes on the money, separating two 20’s that’d gotten stuck together, even as the thought of all that good pussy had his dimples popping.

Stack shook his head, finishing his count and setting the bills down on the table. Annie was gone have to run that back asap — he hadn’t even gotten his hands on her foreal, before they’d had to separate so they didn’t get caught.

Stack was reaching for his phone, mind already set on texting her lil smart mouth ass when he glanced up.

Smoke was watching him. And Stack’s nose wrinkled up instantly.

“Nigga what?”

“You still bout to lie and say ain’t nothing going on with y’all?”

“Here you go with this shit,” Stack sucked his teeth, already waving him off. “The money the only thing I got something going on with.”

Smoke’s head cocked.

“Soon as she walk in the room, you watching her harder than you watch yo self in the mirror. And y’all don’t got nothing going on?”

Stack smirked sharp. “Why it matter? I know you ain’t tryna have something going on with her. Don’t let that shit P was talking about in the kitchen earlier get you thinkin too hard.”

“Nigga you ain’t thinking hard enough,” Smoke looked at him like he was stupid. “Keep walking around not claiming that girl if you want too. You worried about me, it’s all these other niggas that was up in here tonight you gone need to be worried ‘bout.”

The high Stack had ended the night with was fading.

“Annie ain’t worried about none of these lame ass niggas,” his dimples popped again, not from a smile, but from the way his upper lip had curled.

Smoke shrugged. “Was smiling like she was. Was laughing hard as hell at one of these niggas jokes when you was in the crowd shoulder leaning and shit.”

“Yeah, cause her friendly ass smile at everybody and everything,” Stack said it like it was a long time grievance of his. The way she just gave her sweetness out to mufuckas. Mufuckas who ain’t even deserve it. “And what nigga was telling jokes?”

Smoke eyed him sharply. “It don’t matter. Y’all ain’t got nothin’ going on right?”

They watched each other. Smoke like he was waiting for him to crack and Stack like he wouldn’t be cracking no time soon. It wasn’t normal for the brothers to keep stuff from each other, especially when it was about little shit. Like females.

This was ‘bout Annie though. Stack respected Annie. And if she ain’t want nobody in their business, then he wouldn’t put nobody in their business. So, he just sucked his teeth and stood up from the chair.

“Whatever nigga,” he was irritated, restless all of a sudden. “I’m ‘bout to check if we got any bottles left.”

He headed towards the kitchen, leaving Smoke on the couch, and feeling the knot in his chest that’d he fucked away earlier, retie itself.

Smoke ain’t know what he was talking about. Annie wasn’t looking twice at nobody in the Delta. Had dreams and shit bigger than Mississippi and wasn’t interested in ‘nothing or nobody that could throw her off her path’. Her words.

He took stock of the lone unopened bottle they had, knot in his chest growing bigger when he thought about what Smoke said. Thought about her laughing at some niggas jokes.

He knew Annie wasn’t worried ‘bout these niggas.

But. If all this heat had gotten to her head…and for some reason she suddenly was, well…Stack would just have to fuck her so good she snapped back to reality. Would lay pipe everyday, if he had to, so she ain’t forget Stack was already taking care of everything she needed.

And he’d do it, not cause it was personal. Not cause he was getting caught up. But because that was his pussy, and wasn’t no nigga getting between him and that gold between her legs.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Present Day

“Dammit,” Annie narrowed her eyes down at her chest, right where the dollop of curl cream had fallen off her fingers and on to her tee-shirt.

“This cost too much money for that,” she mumbled the words absentmindedly, swiping the product right back up and running it through her hair. She started on her last twist, splitting her hair evenly and wrapping the strands around each other, attention going back to where Naked and Afraid played on the TV.

She was perched in her big swivel chair, legs pulled up and crossed, a cup of cranberry juice on her desk to her left, and all her hair products on her nightstand to her right. Rat tail comb, wide toothed comb, clips, grape seed oil, spray bottle, and curl cream. The fan was blowing from across the room, keeping her cool while she dealt with all the hair on her head, her granny was in the kitchen cooking — pot roast, macaroni, yams, her hair was just about done, and season 6 was getting good.

This was exactly the type of Sunday Annie needed. Solitude, doing absolutely nothing and letting her body rest. Rest that, quite frankly, her body deserved after the past few days she’d had.

Annie finished off her last twist, sealing the end with a drop of oil, and wiping the residue on a towel before sitting back satisfied.

She had wash day down to a science, 2 hours max is the time it took for her twist outs, and now that she was done, she didn’t have to do anything for the rest of the day except lock into her show and wait for the food to be ready.

She reached for her juice, eyeing the man on TV who was about to get kicked off for stealing food from the production tent, when a continuous buzzing grabbed at her attention. Her phone was dancing across her nightstand, notification after notification coming through, and interrupting the peace.

She frowned, reaching over to grab at her phone, and then let out an exasperated sigh when she saw just who was lighting up her notifications like it was the 4th of July.

Texts from the group chat stacked up on her lock screen and she just knew it was Pearline messaging back to back like she ain’t have no sense.

“And it better be an emergency too,” Annie mumbled, show and juice forgotten, as she opened up ‘The Delta’s Finest 😮‍💨’ text thread.

Of course, there was no emergency. Just P being….P.

The Delta’s Finest 😮‍💨

Princess P 🙄💕 Sooo, I’ma just say it

Princess P 🙄💕 Y’all been neglecting me.

Princess P 🙄💕 And I never gave the type to be neglected

Princess P 🙄💕 I ain’t seen neither one of y’all since the kickback.

Princess P 🙄💕 J you been all busy hugged up with that man and I don’t know what you been doing Annie but it stops 2day! 👏🏾

Princess P 🙄💕 Annie ask my 2nd granny if she need anything from the store cause I will be on your doorstep within the HOUR. ⏱️ J I expect you there with drinks in hand and the tea on what you got going on ‼️‼️

June Bug 💜🤞🏾 Bitch….you just woke me up out my sleep number one. Why is you blowing up my phone like something wrong with you???

Annie shook her head, texting back, already seeing her solitude slip between her fingers.

So do I not….get a say in this?

Princess P 🙄💕 Something is wrong with me J. Im being treated like a step child! And Annie Cakes I AM the say in this. See y’all in a hour 😘😘😘

“She is soo…” Annie sighed fondly, already raising up out her chair and grabbing at her hair products to start cleaning up.

Pearline was being dramatic. As hell. But, she wasn’t exactly wrong. It’d been about a week and a half since the first kickback the twins had thrown and she hadn’t seen her girls since. Considering they were spread out across the globe for most of the year, the three really should be taking advantage of being back home in one place.

Annie left her room, padding across the hall to the bathroom in her fuzzy socks, to put all her items back where they belonged.

She hadn’t meant to go MIA. She’d just been tired lately. Thoroughly tired. The kind that came from being dicked down too good, too often.

Linking up a couple times a week? That had become the normal for her and Stack since their little….situation started. It was manageable. Gave them both what they wanted without being all consuming. Since the kickback though, normal had went out the window, and Annie couldn’t get his ass off her. If she wasn’t at her summer job, she was under Stack. On top of Stack. Next to Stack, leg up and taking it from the side.

Annie shifted at the sink where she stood washing her hands, lathering up soap between her palms for way longer than she needed to…

“Pussy so good. Can’t stay out this shit.” Stack hissed the words in her ear between clenched teeth, hand reaching around her, squeezing at the fat of her titties, palms pressing into her sensitive nipples.

He wasn’t lying. Had gotten her over here again, for the third time in a row this week, and was fucking into her like he hadn’t seen her all month. Annie clenched down on him in that way she knew drove him crazy.

And then let out a broken moan, when he snapped his hips forward harder in response.

“Keep fucking me like that,” Annie’s eyes rolled back as he dragged against her spot, “And you won’t ever have to. Ugh, Stack!”

He sucked at her ear, voice low, thick, slick, “Don’t even know why you be having me take you home. You know ima be right back in my shit tomorrow.”

He slid his length out slow and Annie whined. Felt like she could feel every vein, every twitch, every throb of the dick.

“Dick good ain’t it??”

“Dick so good,” Annie spasmed around him, moaning nasty as he thrusted back into her rough.

“Umhm,” he squeezed at her chest harder. “Need to be staying over and making a nigga breakfast in the morning, the way I been taking care of this pussy.”

He stroked her from root to tip, teeth damn near splitting his lip open as she squeezed down on him again. As she drenched him in all that wet. She felt him shake his head, like he couldn’t believe how good the pussy was.

“Fuck what I’m talking ‘bout, stay and I’ll make the breakfast. Pussy like this, what you want, some boujie shit? French toast?”

Annie let out a breathy laugh, moaning and clenching at his hand that still cupped her titties. “Nigga, this pussy deserve eggs benedict at least,”

“How you make—“

“Stack, please shut up and fuck me.”

Annie blinked hard, eyes coming back into focus, and landing on the mountain of soapy bubbles she was still lathering between her palms.

“Girl…get it together,” she mumbled the words, pushing her hands under the running water of the faucet and then glancing up at the mirror to find a soft smile on her lips. Annie rectified that immediately, scrunching her face up, and shaking her head.

It had gotten a little….ridiculous to be honest. A little sloppy, if you will. Any free time they had, day or night, Stack was tryna wear her out. And Annie had been letting him do the wearing. Had seen the inside of his room just as much, if not more, than she’d seen her own this past week. Over at the twins shared apartment whenever Smoke wasn’t there — before work, after work, whenever — getting fed and fucked like it was a ritual. Falling asleep in Stack’s bed for hours at a time and then waking up, batting her eyes at him for another dose — and always getting it, before having him drop her off at whatever random place she’d left her car.

Annie shifted again, shutting the water off, and stepping over to the hand towels.

She didn’t even know how he was managing to see her this much. She was on her summer break, but the twins didn’t take ‘breaks’. If there was money to be made, and there always was, they were somewhere making it.

Stack had also been making time though, perhaps too much, to see her when he wanted. When she wanted. And she’d been wanting it.

Had been starting to expect it — his time, his presence, getting put through his mattress, and that’s what prompted her Sunday of solitude. There would be no dick, no distractions, no seeing Stack. Not today or for the next few. Not until she felt like her self-control and expectations were back to being firmly in tact.

Annie let go of the hand towel she was twisting between her palms, shaking her head again when she realized her hands had been dry.

Maybe Pearline’s extra ass had the right idea. Annie’d had her couple hours of solitude, but clearly a day with her girls was also needed. To get her back on track. And besides, she had neglect to make up for anyways.

Annie snorted at the thought of P’s messages, leaving the bathroom and making her way through the house, feet landing softly on the hard wood until she reached the kitchen and peeked inside.

Her grandma was standing at the table, leaned over a glass dish full of macaroni noodles and sprinkling cheese. The kitchen was warm, air heavy with the savory scent of spices and roasted meat. Meat that she already knew was gonna be fork tender.

Her eyes went to counter, where the radio that’d always been there, sat old and proud, playing Smooth Blues on a low volume while her granny hummed along, hips swaying, and hands steady as she cooked.

Annie‘s lips lifted, “Ohh, it smell so good in here granny,” she stepped further into the kitchen, “You still sure you don’t want no help? I can cook.”

Her grandmother looked up at her from over her glasses, all warm eyes that held worlds of knowledge and deep brown skin that barely reflected her age. “Child I know you can cook. I taught you.” Still, she waved Annie off. “I only got you for about another month. Let me cook for you while you’re here baby.”

“Oh that sound like you be missing me when I’m gone,” Annie raised a brow. “You always acting like I get on yo nerves though.”

And then Annie decided to do just that, sock covered feet moving forward, then backwards, then forward again as she started shimmying across the tile floor to the sounds of Bessie Smith crooning about a man doing ‘his duty’

Her granny was already shaking her head, lips twisting up to fight her smile. “Girl, go on somewhere — Annie I’m trying to cook.” Annie didn’t listen, dancing around her, and brushing their shoulders together.

If I call three times a day, baby..

Come and drive my Blues away…

When you come, be ready to play…

Do your duty..

“Child you is worrisome,” her granny laughed out loud, warm and familiar, pushing Annie away. “Get out my kitchen while I’m cooking, for I leave you to fend for yo self.”

Annie raised her hands up, stepping back immediately, cheeks still lifted up. “Okay, you ain’t gotta threaten my food. I’ll leave you and Bessie alone.” She cocked her head. “Is it okay if Pearline and June come by though?”

Her granny waved her off, walking over to the oven and pulling the door open. “You know they always welcome. They gone be eating?”

Annie shrugged, “Did you make enough?”

“Did I make—” Her granny’s eyes narrowed like she’d just cursed. “Annie go on somewhere fo’ you work my nerves.”

Pearline had said one hour, but it was more like two, and Annie spent the time sprawled out on the couch, bonnet now on her head and thumb mindlessly scrolling through Pinterest. She turned over on her back, and winced a little at the soreness between her thighs.

Before washing her hair this morning, she’d taken a long bath, using way more epsom salt than recommended on the bag, and still she ached a little. A throbbing ache, courtesy of no one but Stack. Annie’s eyes rolled, lips twitching, just thinking about yesterday…

“Lemme get some.”

A big hand reached over her shoulder, fingers brushing the glass bottle Annie had raised to her lips and almost getting a grip on it before she moved it down and away for her.

“Unun, Stack move,” Annie’s face wrinkled up, elbow going back gently and meeting the hard of his stomach to get him to back up.

They were in his kitchen, Annie standing in front of the fridge with the personal bottle of cranberry juice she’d made him stop and get on the way to his place. The same cranberry juice he swore was bitter and nasty every time she got it.

“Stop being greedy girl,” he reached over her shoulder again, and Annie completely turned around, holding the juice out to her side and sighing, loud and extra to make sure he heard it.

“You don’t even like cranberry juice.” She looked at him like, ‘please be serious’, lips pursed and eyebrows raised. “It’s nasty remember?”

He shrugged, “I wonna try it again. And shit,” he licked his lips slow, eyes shining in that way that meant he felt like being annoying today. “Yo lips been on the bottle, it probably taste good now.”

Annie’s face didn’t move.

“ You,” she pointed at him with her free hand. “Are not cute. It taste the same it always do. Leave my bitter juice alone, please.”

His eyebrows raised, “All the food I buy you and I can’t get no juice?”

Annie shrugged pettily, unable to stop her lips from twitching this time. “Shoulda’ got your own.”

Stack took a step forward, “You coming up off that bottle.”

“Boy,” Annie blinked at him like he was crazy. “Who gone make me?”

And then she raised said bottle back to her lips, swallowing a mouth full.

And then she almost choked on the shit when Stack stepped in her space and reached for her arm, tugging the bottle in his direction.

“Nigga move!” Annie swallowed hard, jerking the bottle back, a laugh bubbling up out her throat “You are so aggravating!” They went back and forth, Annie pulling the bottle back and Stack using her arm to pull it forward.

“Nah, cause you rude as hell, gone come in here being stingy. Give me some,” his golds flashed, thick lips splitting, as they went back and forth.

“Okay,” Annie tugged her bottle back, cheeks hurting she was smiling so hard, “Keep playing and you gone—oop,”

They both paused, Stack letting go of the bottle he’d just yanked back in his direction, as dark red liquid splashed all over his chest.

“See,” Annie titled her head. “That’s what you get.” She felt no remorse as Stack looked down at his shirt slow.

Stack looked back up at her, blinking, “You know how much this shirt cost?”

She snorted, “Too damn much, I’m sure.”

Stack saw the mirth in her eyes and narrowed his own. “Say sorry.”

“Um no,“ Annie laughed again, looking at him like he was ridiculous. “That’s yo fault for playing so much.”

“Annie,” Stack warned, taking a step forward. “Say sorry.”

Instead of opening her mouth to apologize, she opened her mouth and took an extra long sip of her juice instead, looking him dead in his narrowed eyes and smacking her lips for good measure, when she was done.

And then she arched a brow, “Make me.”

And Stack took that personal. Had her pressed tight to him now, all that soft splayed out on top of his muscle, arms around around her body, and hands gripping her ass, as he fucked into her from underneath.

“Say sorry,” he hissed the words between clenched teeth, dick jumping as her walls pulsed around him.

“I’m bouta—you bouta make me cum again, Stack, fuck!”

“That’s not what I wonna hear,” he slapped at the fat of her ass. Hard, just how she liked it, and Annie’s body locked up for the second time within the hour. Moaning filthily in his ear, long and dirty, as an absolutely absurd amount of liquid leaked out of her spasming hole. It rained down on the dick buried inside her, on Stack’s thighs, on his mattress. Felt like it went everywhere.

“Ouuuu, shit,” her eyes clenched so tight she saw stars, voice shaking as hard as her body. This orgasm was shorter than the first one but so much more intense. Wet and long and delicious.

Stack grunted, thrusted up harder, rhythm breaking for a second as she milked him.

“See how you making me do her?” He slapped at her ass again. “Got that pussy crying, Annie. Say sorry and I’ll give you a break baby, shit,” he cupped at her cheeks, yanking out of her before she fucked around and had him cumming.

Anybody who wanted to have function in their legs tomorrow would have just gave him what he wanted.

Annie, on the other hand, shook her head, still half way out of her mind and moans still climbing out of her throat.

“Nigga, it was your fault!” The words were breathy, exasperated, loud, as she whined on the dick.

And Stack just laughed in response, dangerous, excited. Annie’s center jumped at the sound. “Hmm,” the sound came low from his chest. “Hope you ain’t got plans tomorrow. Yo ass ain’t gone be able to walk girl.”

A knock on the front door made Annie blink, and then startle when she almost dropped her phone on her face. She jerked back into the couch, clenching her device hard, and frowned.

Her thoughts were drifting way too much for her liking and Annie suddenly nodded to herself. Sharp, definitive. Yeah. A break was definitely needed.

“You got it?” Her granny called from the kitchen, as Annie raised up off the couch.

“Yes ma’am! It ain’t nobody but P and J.”

She forcibly pushed gold caps, and low laughs, and greedy hands out her head as she walked to the small foyer and swung the door open.

Pearline stood there, duffle bag on her shoulder, grocery bags in hand, and white teeth shining bright like the sun.

“Thought you was ‘bout to make me come through the window.” Her friend cocked a hip. “We been waiting out here for hours.”

Annie laughed disbelieving, stepping to the side, “You just knocked P.”

“Same thing,” Her friend shrugged. As Pearline stepped past her, Annie looked at J with a raised brow.

Unlike P, who was freshed face and dressed for the hot weather in a pink tank and matching fleece shorts, June was dressed for comfort, looking like she’d still just woken up out her sleep.

Soft grey sweats that wrapped around her thighs as if it wasn’t 90 outside, graphic tee, braids pulled up into a messy bun, and large shades over her eyes. She also had a duffle on her shoulder, and held a cup holder with three slushys in hand.

Annie blinked, “Is there a reason y’all got duffle bags like y’all moving in?”

Her friend tilted her head down, forcing her shades to slide low on her nose, and met Annie’s eyes.

“Apparently this is a sleepover, to make up for all our neglect. Annie,” June raised a brow. “Yo friend in there got issues.”

Annie was already shaking her head, laughing as J stepped into the house. “Unun J, don’t be tryna push custody off on me. That’s yo friend.”

After the girls ate an early dinner, keeping her granny company and managing to ‘work her nerves’ at the same time, they piled into Annie’s room, drinking on slushys that had way too much sugar, and catching up.

The most important order of business had been figuring out where June was for the past week. Annie and Pearline had sat side by side, their cups running over with the tea J was spilling. They’d listened avidly — heads nodding, mouths dropping, eyes gleaming and by the time J finished, Pearline had been grinning big and Annie had been watching June close.

“Sound like somebody got a man forealllll,” Pearline sung the words.

June had waved her off like she was unbothered, teeth sinking down to gnaw at her bottom lip, and shrugging.

“It’s only been a few days. And y’all know I don’t take these niggas serious.”

And usually, June didn’t. She also didn’t sit up talking about them either though. Or smiling so big it looked like it hurt, every time messages came through on her phone.

Annie had watched for another beat, said softly, “Ain’t nothing wrong with taking one serious though J,” and then left it alone. For the moment.

The three had gossiped a little more after that, running through anything crazy that’d happened in the past week and a half — with them personally or just in the Delta in general, and now they were doing what they did best. Just existing. Annie flat on her back, sprawled across her mattress with her head hanging off the side, June in the corner curled up in her swivel chair, and Pearline spread out across the soft carpet like a starfish.

Conversation ebbed and flowed, the girls getting loud one second — talking over each other and laughing, and then falling into comfortable silence the next — tapping away on their phones and picking at the snacks P had brought now that their dinner had digested a little.

Annie was lowkey dozing off, the itis weighing her down and the company of her friends wrapping around her like a warm blanket, lulling her into an afternoon nap, when a buzzing next to her ear made her drifting eyes fly back open. She reached for the phone, and pursed her lips to keep from smiling when she saw whose name was on her screen.

Stack 🙃💆🏾‍♀️ Wussup w/ you? You tryna bless a nigga this good Sunday? Lemme come get you after I handle this business, Smoke ain’t gone be there tonight

Annie shook her head, thumbs flying over the screen.

How about you let GOD bless you this Sunday? Go to church and repent. Im sure you’re overdue

Stack responded in seconds.

Stack 🙃💆🏾‍♀️ If I need to repent you do too Annie. U damn near let me put my tongue in yo ass the other day. How you think God feel bout that?

Annie’s eyes almost bugged out of her head, an incredulous laugh climbing out her throat as she damn near choked on her own spit. She sat up, slapping at her chest, and wandered what was actually wrong with him. He had not put his tongue in her ass.

She started to text back, still laughing, when P’s voice made her look over.

“What you over there laughing at??” Pearline was still sprawled on the floor, just on her stomach now, head turned in Annie’s direction and eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Annie blinked, then promptly locked her phone.

“Just something stupid on instagram.”

“Umhm,” P’s lips quirked up slyly. “Let me find out you got a nigga on the low and keeping it a secret.”

June laughed, tagging in from the corner, “Right, cause for you to be on instagram them fingers show’ll was moving like you was texting.”

It was like a scene from a movie, the way her friends leaned in closer simultaneously, studying her.

“You know we still got another order of business,” Pearline eyes jumped from Annie’s phone back to her friends face. “We know where J been all week. And we know where I been. But you still ain’t answered for abandoning me. What you been doing Annie?”

“Putting me on trial in my own house is crazy,”Annie tried to buy time, glancing over at J for the help she usually got in the face of P’s shenanigans and quickly realizing there wouldn’t be any provided. The brown skinned beauty was staring at her just as hard as P, eyebrow raised. Two against one.

On the bed, her phone buzzed again, making her glance down quick.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ So we repenting together later or you playing?

Annie fought the urge to flip the device face down. Instead, she rolled her eyes big, like they were being ridiculous.

“I’ve been working, and spending time with my grandmother, and stressing about what ima do after graduation.” Weeks of sneaking around had the words falling from her lips quick. “I don’t know why y’all looking like that. I didn’t find me a deadhead at the party. I’m as single as I always am.”

And that was the truth.

The three girls watched each other, hard, and Annie’s fingers twitched unconsciously where they rested by her phone, like she wanted to grab it and delete the evidence. Or cave and show them everything. She’d thought about telling them more than once, and ultimately decided against doing so every time. Didn’t want to make a big deal out of something that wasn’t one. Didn’t want to have to explain and answer questions about how it’d started and how that even worked — her and Stack of all people fucking — when she didn’t have solid answers herself.

So even as June and Pearline studied her, like they could tell 2+2 wasn’t quite equaling 4, she held firm. Looking at them with raised brows and a nonchalance she forced.

“Am I done being questioned now?” Annie kept her voice light.

Another beat passed before a slow “Mhm, let me find out,” from P and a careful “Yeah. You off the hook, for now,” from J, put Annie in the all clear.

She waited until both her friends were distracted, going back and forth about which movies they would be watching later, before she checked her phone again.

Stack’s text still sat there, along with another one.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ So we repenting together later or you playing?

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ Playing. And idk why, I know she miss me.

Even as Annie’s eyes rolled, her entire pussy jumped like it whole heartedly agreed. Annie’s eyes rolled harder, this time, at herself.

Nobody is playing Stack. I’m busy today. Go “handle your business” sir.

She kept it short. No over-explaining, because she didn’t have to, and no feeling bad about brushing him off. They could both use a break from each other. And after said break, however long she decided it’d be, they’d go back to a routine of a couple times a week until summer ended.

Decision made for both of them, Annie locked her phone, shoving it under her pillow for good measure, and tuned back into her friends.

The problem with men. One of the many problems with men is that they didn’t know how to listen. Even with all that empty space between their ears, leaving all that room to process, they just….chose not to. Or maybe, that was just Stack.

Annie didn’t know what part of ‘Go handle your business, I’m busy today’ translated into ‘pull up outside of my grandmothers house at 11 at night’ but apparently that’s what’d he gotten out of her text.

After she’d sent her message earlier, Annie had went about the rest of her day — playing music while P touched up J’s braids, planning outfits for graduations that were a whole year away, whooping Pearline’s and June’s asses in the random board game they found in the closet, and then later, piling on to her bed to watch movies, the three squished together and rotating tubs of ice cream like it was second nature.

Not a Sunday of solitude exactly, but what she’d needed all the same.

It was late now and the house was still. Quiet too, sans for ‘All About the Benjamins’ playing on the tv at a low volume, and Pearline’s soft snoring. Her friend was back on the floor, had stacked comforters up to make a pallet, and was sprawled out, twisting and turning like she was known to do. P got violent when she slept and that’s exactly why she was on the floor, free to flail around as much as she needed.

June was at the foot of Annie’s bed, buried under the covers and phone screen still lit up next to her. She had just nodded off, and Annie was right there with her. Had been about to grab her remote and turn the tv off all together, when her phone buzzed in her hand.

And wiped any trace of ‘tired’ from her body.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ Come outside real quick.

Annie sat up like she’d been electrocuted, abrupt and confused, the bed jolting at her movements. She froze, panicked eyes darting over to June for one, two, three beats, before landing back on her screen when her friend didn’t move.

Annie turned her brightness all the way down, thumbs flying across her keyboard.

You are not here right now Stack.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ How come I’m not? Want me turn my music up so you can hear me? Yo neighbors like Tank?

Um no I do not! I want you to get from in front my granny’s house. What is wrong with you???

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ I’m tryna see something real quick come here.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ I know you up so I ain’t leaving.

P and J are sleep less than 5 ft away from me.

Stack🙄💆🏾‍♀️ What y’all doing having a lil sleepover ?

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ That’s cute.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ But damn a nigga couldn’t get no invite?

Stack💆🏾‍♀️🙄 Y’all was up in there talking bout me huh?

Stack.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ You say they sleeping right? Come out here real quick, it’s important.

There wasn’t shit important and Annie knew it.

Stack 🙄💆🏾‍♀️ This nigga put his whole career in this song. Bout to turn this shit up and get the block lit Annie.

Shut up! I’m coming!

Annie locked her phone and forced herself to breathe slow.

Stack was a lot of things, but wrapped too tight wasn’t one of them. His ignorant ass would turn that music up.

Annie glanced over the edge of bed, using the glare from the TV to study Pearline and make sure she was still sleep. Her friend was indeed knocked out, mouth open, no tension in her face, submerged in her dreams.

Must be nice.

She checked June next, turning her head where her friend lay behind her. June’s phone screen had went black now, her back still facing Annie and head buried under the covers. Unmoving.

Annie took another breath and shook her head at herself, even as she slowly pulled her comforter back. She knew this was stupid. So stupid. But she was about to go outside anyways, just so she could look him in the face and ask him what the hell he’d been smoking, to think this was okay.

They did a lot of shit. Pop ups though? Not on the list.

Annie placed her legs over the side of the bed, one at a time, carefully and then stood up slow, using her tip toes to step over P and inch towards her bedroom door.

She had damn near made it when—

“Shit. Son of a — shit,” Annie hissed the words, heart jolting as she tripped over P’s fucking shoes, body flying forward, feet tangling, and hands hitting the wall as she managed to steady herself, barely.

“Shit.”

Her gaze darted around the room to see if she’d woken anybody up—

“What’s wrong, you good?”

The words came from J, sleepy and low. Annie could see her friend’s head raise, turning, and looking for the noise responsible for waking her.

Annie swallowed. “Yeah, my bad.” She sounded more strained than she intended. Cleared her throat and continued. “I’m just goin’ to the bathroom. Almost fell.”

J let out a sleepy laugh, “You so fuckin’ clumsy Annie.”

And then she was laying back down, sleep again.

Annie stood there for a moment, to make sure she didn’t raise back up, and then made quick work of getting the hell out the room — stepping the last steps over to the door, sliding her feet into the Nike flip flops she used as house shoes, and entering the hall. She closed the door behind her softly and then exhaled.

Annie had never snuck out before. Had never needed to. And here she was, at her big ass age, creeping through her own room, and tripping over shoes, because of Stack.

This what you get for fucking with the twin with no sense.

Annie moved towards the front of the house, carefully avoiding the spots on the wood floor she knew creaked, holding her breath when she passed her granny’s room, and making sure she didn’t even think too loud.

She made it to the foyer without incident, and didn’t even think about grabbing a hoodie out the coat closet. It’d be just her luck she’d open the door and everything piled on the top shelf would choose this moment to finally fall.

She bypassed it completely, making quick work of the front door, turning the locks slowly, then fast, before stepping outside in her sleep clothes. Bonnet, shorts that barely covered her ass, and a tee shirt with no bra.

For once, she was grateful for the Delta’s heat. Grateful for how it never really cooled off, even with the moon high in the sky and the sun banished into hiding.

Annie’s mouth twisted at the sight before her. True to his word, Stack’s car was idling at the curb, directly outside her grandmothers house, parked like it had the right to be there.

It didn’t.

Annie damn near marched down the driveway, Nike slides making a loud flopping sound, legs carrying her quickly across concrete. She blinked and was in the passenger seat, slamming the door closed before any random nosey neighbors could see her.

Her fingers reached up to press at the courtesy light on the ceiling, finding the button immediately and pressing it, bathing them in a soft yellow before her head snapped to the left, eyes meeting Stack’s head on.

“Have you lost your entire mind?”

Stack had his back against the driver side door, head resting on the window, and body angled in her direction like he’d been watching her since she hit the porch.

“It’s damn near 12 in the morning and you mad,” his eyes flitted over her face. Her wrinkled nose and frowned up lips. He licked his own lips slow. “Ain’t you the one always talking ‘bout putting good energy in the world or some shit? Where my good energy at?”

“You don’t deserve any good energy,” Annie leaned in, like that’d help emphasize the words. “Have you lost. Your. Entire. Mind?”

“What, you tryna help me find it?”

“Stack—”

White teeth flashed as he laughed, husky and deep and annoying . “Stop lookin’ like that. You know I’m fuckin’ around.”

“That’s the problem,” Annie squinted. “You’re playing and I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with you.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with me.” His eyes traced over her face again, irises shining like he found something amusing. “Why something gotta be wrong?”

“Because,” Annie said the word slow, calling on every ancestor she had to give her patience. “You’re parked outside of my grandmother’s house, in the middle of the night, like that’s the type of shit we do. Since when do we do that?”

Stack’s body suddenly came forward, leaning into Annie’s space, one elbow on the center counsel. “I guess since right now,” His head cocked, lips dropping his next words slick. Slow. Intentional . “I can’t just come say wussup?”

Annie paused.

In the midst of her panic she hadn’t taken the time to really look at him. And now she did. Dressed down in a crème hoodie and sweats, black durag tight around his head, diamonds in his ears glinting. There was no Cuban in sight though. No golds either. Just heavy eyes and thick quirked up lips and the presence of him. One that was always large, but grew a lot larger — a lot more intense — when he wanted something. When he wanted her.

Annie’s eyes narrowed so much she almost lost sight of him.

“I know you did not—” she shook her head, laughing in disbelief. “I know you did not drive all the way over here cause you want some pussy?”

“Nah,” he shook his head right back, lips still curled up, words coming out teasing, drenched in that special something only he could produce. “Came over here cause I wonna eat some pussy.”

Annie’s face didn’t move an inch, disbelief still etched in her raised eyebrows and eyes still skeptical. Her body shifted though. Thighs clenching instinctively in response to his words, arms crossing, like that could put some distance between them.

This was a problem. And they needed to nip it in the bud. Because while fucking a little more than usual for a few days was one thing, popping up like you were entitled to the fucking was a whole ‘nother. That’s why Annie had come out here. To have a conversation and relay boundaries that they’d, perhaps, started getting too lax with.

When she opened her mouth to speak though, Stack started talking first, right over the low R&B he had playing.

“Don’t start that. I already see that look in yo eyes,” he shook his head, lips losing a little of there smudge edge. “This ain’t me tryna break yo lil rules or no shit like that. This me tryna eat some pussy I planned to eat earlier before you got fake busy.”

Annie’s face scrunched up. Since when were they just her ‘lil rules’?

Stack kept talking. “I knew yo granny would be sleep. My bad about P and J though. I forgot y’all live in each others skin,” he licked his lips. “So you can stop muggin me like that. Before I do wonna fuck you.”

Deflection, humor, and a bit of feigned ignorance. It was the Stack special and Annie had witnessed him execute it more times than she could count. Stringing words together, smooth and fast, talking himself out of situations before he could even be properly accused. Acknowledging what he wanted, but not what the real issue was, and then telling a joke so everybody else forgot to acknowledge it as well.

It worked for him, more often than not.

Unfortunately for Stack, Annie wasn’t everybody else. And she wouldn’t be forgetting to acknowledge anything. Cause she knew that he knew he was wrong for just popping up like this, even if they took P, J, and her granny out the equation. They’d both agreed to put certain boundaries in place and him crossing one cause he wanted to ‘eat some pussy’ didn’t negate that.

Nor did his slick words sway her.

She opened her mouth again, lips already forming around his name, intent on saying her piece and re-drawing all the lines they’d he’d, been stepping over, when Stack did the one thing that could sway her. The thing everybody else didn’t get.

He went from resting his arm on the center counsel to letting it fall forward, big hand landing on her bare thigh, and then squeezing. The touch was heavy. Warm — a direct contrast to the cold ass air he had blowing.

Annie’s thighs clenched again on instinct, trapping his hand between all that soft skin. Stack hmmed low in his throat.

“Ain’t supposed to be here,” he gripped at her flesh. “But I’m here now. You ain’t gone let me eat?”

Annie had to take a second to gather herself. Blinking slow, breathing slower, and crossing her arms tighter over her chest. She reminded herself that’d she’d come out here to talk. Reminded herself that they’d been skin to skin, fucking and sucking, damn near every day this past week and a half. She didn’t even have a reason to be feeling so warm all of a sudden in her center right now.

“Stack,” Annie shook her head slow, like she needed him to see the no, and like she needed to feel it for herself. “We are not doing this right now.”

Stack’s thumb rubbed at the soft of her thigh. Back and forth, and back and forth.

“We not?” He asked the question like he ain’t really believe it. Light. Playful. Eyes dropping down to where her arms covered her chest, and raising back up slowly, a look of knowing on his face like he could see the hard nipples straining against her teeshirt she was trying to hide.

“No,” Annie shook her head again for good measure. “We are not. Don’t you get tired?”

He didn’t even think about the answer. Thumb still swiping easy against her thigh. “Not for real. Not with you.”

She shifted. “Well I do. And I’m sore.”

She shouldn’t have said that. Knew it the second the words left her mouth, before she even spotted that glint in his eyes.

“Sore?” His gaze dropped down, like he could see that hidden spot between her legs through her shorts. “I got you sore?” His thumb pressed deeper into her flesh. “What’s sore?”

“Stack,” she said his name like a warning — a warning that didn’t do shit.

“My pussy?” His voice was smug in a way that wore on Annie’s defenses. He was so aggravating when he got cocky. So fine. “My pussy sore and you ain’t tryna let me fix that?” He tsked. “Don’t do her like that.”

Not for the first time this summer, Annie questioned her sanity.

She should be inside right now, under the covers, sleep like the other three people in her house. Should not even be talking to Stack because technically it was still her Sunday of solitude. And yet here she was, outside, in the middle of the night in her sleep clothes and bonnet, like J or P or her granny couldn’t wake up right now looking for her. Annie didn’t operate like this —Impulsive, Sloppy.

And yet, while she sat out here and ran the risk of getting caught, all she could think about was just how good it would feel to let Stack fix where she ached.

Annie cleared her throat. And then started spitting excuses.

“Pearline and J are literally in my room right now, or did you forget?”

Stack played the game. Let her talk herself into what they both already knew was gone happen.

He licked his lips, “You say that like I can’t get you there fast. Like I don’t know every spot in my pussy and how it need to be worked.”

Her center pulsed. Hot and heavy out of nowhere.

She shifted again, feeling the way most of his hand still remained trapped between her clenched thighs. Wished it had gotten trapped just a little further up.

“Stack we are not 18,” Annie continued down her mental list of why this was not a good idea. “We are both too big to be tryna do anything in a car.”

Stack just blinked slow, thumb still pressing into her skin, “You can bend Annie. I done seen it with my own eyes.”

She let out a breath. Twisted her lips.

“And when I make a mess all over these seats?” Stack kept his car just how he kept his clothes. In pristine condition. Car details every month and car washes every week. He didn’t drink in it. Didn’t eat in it. Didn’t even smoke in it, and now he was willing to subject it to a waterfall?

Apparently he was, ‘cause Stack didn’t even blink at her question. “Any mess you make, gone be on my tongue and down my throat before it hit my leather.”

Another pulse in her core. Another shake of her head over how stupid this was. And then —

“How we doing this?”

Stack gripped at her thigh, hard, one last time before freeing his hand, a large, satisfied, stupid smile stretching over his face. “Slide yo seat back a lil bit, and take off them lil ass shorts you walking around in.”

Annie eyes couldn’t help but to roll, even while she complied. “I was in bed, on my way to sleep.”

As Annie slid her seat back, Stack chuckled low, “Give me 20 minutes, you gone be in bed snoring.”

She just snorted, lifting her hips to wiggle her shorts down, and then kicking them off her ankle, cocking her head at Stack.

“Next direction?”

As Annie looked at him, she felt the energy shift in the car. Felt the pendulum swing back to hot and heavy as his eyes dragged over her sitting pretty in his passenger seat.

Stack took in everything — her raised brows and soft eyes full of that lil attitude she liked putting on around him. Her heavy titties pressing against her tee shirt, weighing the soft fabric down, and that thick pudge that sat underneath them - the same one he liked to grip on, and suck on, and lay on while he caught his breath after they finished. He dragged his stare lower and felt something jump in his pants at the way them pretty thighs swallowed her lil blue panties. Panties he could barely see.

Stack stared for another beat.

And then decided he was done looking.

Annie let out a breath as Stack went from sitting to laying the entire upper half of his body over the center counsel, hand going to the side of her seat and pushing at a button that made it lean back until Annie was lying at an angle.

She felt his hands grip at her thighs again, turning her body toward him a little, spreading her legs as much as possible — forcing one against the door and the other over his shoulder.

Annie wiggled, trying to get comfortable.

“Stack this is not gone work,” she wiggled again. “We look stupid.”

Stack didn’t even glance up as she talked. Instead, he focused, bringing one hand to her warm center, pulling her panties to the side slow, and then shaking his head at the sight. Fat, smooth, sans the small patch of curls she always kept, and wet.

Shining.

“Swear this pussy get prettier every time I see her.” Now he glanced up. “You done tryna tell me what ain’t gone work?” He teased, “Cause I don’t think she agree with you.”

Annie huffed, mostly to cover up the way her breath stuttered. “Whatever, just eat nigga.”

And eat he did.

He used two fingers to spread her lips — blinked at the strings of wetness she already had clinging to each other, and then promptly dragged his tongue through all that honey. All that Annie.

Annie exhaled sharp, the thigh that hung over his shoulder already twitching, as she felt his tongue slide through her folds in that special way of his. Lazy, like he wasn’t in a rush, but deliberate — making sure he didn’t miss a spot, like he wanted to taste everything at once.

It was a continuous motion, no coming up for breath once he got started, warm mouth glued over her entire pussy and tongue working to clean up her wet — really just creating more in the process. He wasn’t even touching her clit yet, just warming her up, tasting her good and thorough, big tongue curling up then down and up then down as her essence coated his taste buds. Stack groaned into the pussy, hand yanking at the panties he had clutched in his hand like he wanted them completely off. Like his tongue wasn’t already in it as much as it could be.

He was so extra.

And Annie’s hole was spasming because of it, breaths coming out faster, nails digging into the seat, overwhelmed with pleasure and doing her best not to shut her legs because Stack did not play that running shit when he was eating.

“Ouuuuuu, you making my pussy feel—ouuuuu,” Her back arched a little off the seat, hand reaching down to try and find his head as he ate her messily. Whole face in it.

Annie was at an awkward angle, head pressed half way into her seat and half way on the door. Stack was damn near on his knees, face in her pussy, center counsel digging into his stomach. And neither of them cared — barely even felt the discomfort.

“Stack,” his name came out her mouth as a hiss, lashes fluttering and eyes falling shut, as he dragged his tongue long and nasty through her slit, working his way up, up, up, until—

“Shit!” It felt like a thousand nerves being stimulated at once when his pink muscle hit her clit, wrapping around the pulsing button like he was caressing it, soothing that needy ache and making it worse all at once. Annie’s hips rocked up violently, swearing she was seeing white already.

“Ouuu, that don’t make no fuckin sense,” Annie spit the words out like she was mad. Stack chuckled like it was funny, vibrations starting deep in his chest and raining down over her sensitive core.

He sucked again, hard, cheeks damn near hallowing, and making Annie’s eyes snap open at the feeling.

“Stack,” his name came out a whine, needy and overwhelmed.

He did too much.

Stack’s mouth left her clit with a wet pop, hmming low in his throat, “You know I like that whining shit Annie.” He glanced up at her, eyes gleaming. “Chill for I keep you out here.”

Her response was breathy, “Chill? Nigga you ch—mmmmm.”

Stack was done talking, tongue dragging through her honey again, like he missed her taste already. He left her clit alone for a second, moving down, aiming for where she fluttered. Laying long, filthy licks over her hole like he was saying sorry for how sore he had it. Apologizing to his pussy. Sucking at her entrance hard and then trying to work his tongue inside, not even flinching as Annie damn near baptized him with the stream steadily leaking from her flower.

“Shit, shit, shit! ” Goosebumps broke out on her skin at the feeling, head falling back into the seat and hips rolling up as much as they could, pure ecstasy shooting through her body.

Ecstasy that turned into euphoria when he kissed at her hole and then made his way back up, back up to her fat, throbbing, aching, clit.

Stack had her dizzy, lavishing her button with long slow licks like he was trying to lure her into a false sense of security and then suddenly switching it up, using just the tip of his tongue to flick over her clit. Fast, unrelenting, nasty.

“Stack, oh my god! Oh my fuckin’ god!”

Annie’s thighs were shaking, mouth open, chest tight as she tried to breathe. This nigga was dangerous. Could eat a bitch out of her sanity if she let him.

“Hmmm — StackStackStack!” He’d switched it up again, tongue going slow, sucking gentle, sweet. Annie trembled in the seat, hand on his head just resting there, because he didn’t need help. He did, indeed know his pussy.

The two continued, Stack eating like he was starving and Annie feeding him, both greedy, both letting their bodies lead, both drowning in each other — behind 4 tinted windows, right outside of her granny’s house, nothing but the scent of pussy and cologne in the air, and Tank playing low through the speakers.

Do you like the way that I make you feel…

Do you like the way a nigga love you for real…

Do you like the way I'm goin' all the way down..

Do you like the way that I'm willin' to drown..

Heavy panting, and loud slurping, and low music filled the car as Annie felt her stomach start to tighten, felt every drag of Stack’s tongue over her pulsing clit viscerally now.

“Stack,” Annie was gripping at his head, hips still rolling, peak climbing higher as he buried his face as deep as he could get it, breaking her down with that tongue. Staking his claim for the 100th time this week.

“Hmmm, hmmm, yesyesyes right there,” her head slammed back against her seat when he gave another hot suck to her button, licking rough like he was impatient for it.

“Give it to me,” he mumbled the words, mouth still full of her. “Where it’s at? I want it Annie.”

“Ouuuuu it’s — ohhhhhh!”

He slapped at the outside of her thigh, “Give me my shit girl!”

Annie was feeling too good. Hole winking, clit thumping, entire pussy wet with her sticky cream and Stack’s spit.

“It’s right—ouuuuu—it’s right there, its Stack!”

She snapped, tight controlled circles with his tongue around her button finally breaking the dam she’d been holding back. Making Annie see nothing but white.

Cream gushed out of her hole and Stack was right there, lapping it up, thumb suddenly pressed tight to her clit like he never wanted it to stop coming.

“Stackkk,” her hips rocked uncontrollably, thighs closing in around his head, body lit up from the inside out as she came all over his face, messy just how he liked it.

She heard the way he was eating, loud wet nasty slurps, felt his tongue moving quick over her hole, sucking then licking then sucking then licking, felt the way his thumb slid over her pulsing clit, rubbing gentle but insistent, using all that wet that was leaking everywhere to stimulate her.

Annie cried out louder, body going boneless as she came and came and came, Stack completely unraveling her with his tongue and making her forget any and every boundary she’d come out here to re-lay.

She was still twitching, eyes closed, and mind floating when Stack brought his head up, and spoke,

“Pussy taste so good Annie. I’ll eat this shit again right now.”

Annie sputtered, her quivering legs trying to snap closed, eyes flying open, head swinging up to look at him crazy — and then she promptly rolled her eyes, tongue coming up to suck her teeth when he started laughing, face still wet.

“Why you hop up like that?” His eyes shined, all 32 flashing, “You can’t take no tongue?”

“You give decent head at best, and I can take that just fine, so please calm down,” she smacked her lips, like she hadn’t been just shaking and moaning.

“Decent? Girl I’ll really—”

“Nah, I have not been out here that long, “ Annie cut him off, blinking hard at his CarPlay screen display like the numbers didn’t make sense. She came down from her high fast, suddenly remembering where they were, and who was inside, and why they should not be doing this right now.

Stack blinked at her, glancing behind him so he could see the time.

And then he smacked his lips, “Annie it ain’t been that lo—”

“Shorts Stack!” She cut him off again. “Don’t even finish that sentence or you will never taste this pussy again, I swear.”

He couldn’t tell her what was too long, when she wasn’t the one outside his house in the middle of the night.

Stack’s head cocked at her words. And then he got her shorts.

Annie slid them on, shaking her head the entire time, mumbling about niggas with too much tongue and not enough common sense, while Stack looked on, amused.

“Don’t I get a bye?” Annie had reached for her door, Stack’s words making her head snap in his direction.

“You,” she pointed at him, “You gone get something you pop up like this again.”

His eyes shined, “Everybody think you so nice. Look at you, threatening a nigga.” His head shook slow, “You know I like that shit.”

Her nose wrinkled, “Nigga, you like everything.”

“Only when it got to do with you.”

His words didn’t land teasingly. They fell from his mouth naturally, genuine, like he hadn’t even really thought about them before he spoke. They both blinked in surprise — 4 eyebrows jumping up simultaneously.

They watched each other for a beat, and then,

“Good pussy’ll do that to a nigga.”

Stack’s slick words wrapped around Annie familiarly. She’d been knocked off balance for a second, throat suddenly dry, but just like that she found her footing, eyes rolling in her head.

“Goodbye Stack, get home in one piece please.” Her hand flexed on the door handle. “And do not do this shit again.”

Annie creeped back into the house quietly, moving slowly to the bathroom on still slightly shaky legs, shutting the door gently and then flipping the light on. She worked quick but quiet, cleaning up, and then killed the light, exiting the bathroom and re-entering her bedroom. Annie used the glare from the TV that was still on to maneuver over Pearline, sliding into bed slow, careful not to wake June, and reaching for her remote immediately, turning off the TV and plunging her into darkness.

She forced her brain off, killing all the thoughts that were springing up and reminding her she had gone out there and hadn’t redrawn shit, in favor of closing her eyes.

Annie was going to sleep right now. She hadn’t gotten caught, had just gotten the type of head only he could give, and everything was good.

Stack did a calm 70 on the way home, one hand on the wheel, the taste of Annie on his lips, and chest puffed out.

Yeah, Smoke didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about. And this past week and a half had proved it. He had Annie’s scent on his sheets, strands of her hair in his bathroom, bottles of her nasty ass cranberry juice in the mini fridge he’d just brought. He’d been on her, in her, over her, everyday, and he knew for a fact the only nigga she was worried about in the Delta, was him.

He shifted in his seat, hand flexing on the wheel, eyes shooting over to the passenger side, like he could still see her spread wide. He chuckled low, shaking his head at himself. He probably shouldn’t have popped up like that, but he’d wanted that pussy in his mouth, and his name falling from her lips, and if she woulda went for it, her ass spread out in his bed, getting fucked and then snoring into his pillow after, so they could wake up and do it again. He couldn’t help it — was like the more he had, the more he wanted, and Stack ain’t see no reason to pull back. Annie was just as greedy as him, regardless if she’d admit it or not, and he loved that shit.

Stack pulled into his complex, backing into a spot in front of his building smoothly, chest puffing out more.

He had this shit on lock — had that pussy on lock — no matter what Smoke had saw. No matter how many niggas tried to get at her every day. Wasn’t no nigga topping Stack. Him and Annie? Was good.

Everything was not good.

It hit the next day. After she’d woken up, taking turns in the bathroom with P and J as they all washed their faces and brushed their teeth. After a loud breakfast of eggs and bacon and smothered potatoes. After she’d walked them to the door, with promises not to go m.i.a again, and then set about cleaning up her room and changing her sheets.

It hit late, but when it did, it hit like a freight train.

The post nut clarity.

And this time there was no quieting her thoughts.

Sloppy.

Impulsive.

Reckless.

Stupid.

Too much.

She frowned, sitting up, like that would help slow down her thoughts.

It didn’t.

Last night, Stack had distracted her — had made it a point to do so, and Annie had let him. Folded, like a deck of cards, from nothing but his hand on her thigh.

Now though, he wasn’t here, to distract or redirect or persuade, and yesterday started running through her head.

Stupid.

It’d been stupid. To do that, on the street, right outside of her house. Her grandmother’s house. She’d had one thing in mind when she’d went outside, hadn’t gone out there planning to let that — or anything, besides a conversation happen.

And yet..

Her lips turned down more.

Annie had been doing a lot of things she hadn’t planned to lately. She shifted in her bed, eyes staring unseeing at a spot on her wall as thoughts about last night, transitioned into thoughts about the entire last week.

Impulsive.

She’d been moving impulsively. Dropping any and everything when he called or texted. Letting her body speak for her. Going over to his place constantly, roaming around his apartment freely, as if Smoke didn’t live there as well and couldn’t have popped up at any moment.

Too much.

She’d been doing too much. Seeing him too much. Acting like she’d never had dick before. It was good, but…entire chunks of her day? That she should have been spending with her granny or P or J?

Annie’s teeth found her bottom lip.

Her and Stack…their thing was fun. Easy. Uncomplicated. Safe. No mess, no stress, nothing …extreme. Annie didn’t like extreme. Had seen what too much of anything could do to people.

Instead, she opted for calm. For control. And she had control. Of herself, her emotions, her thing with Stack, except…

She’d told herself yesterday morning she needed to chill — that she wouldn’t be seeing Stack for a couple days. And then she turned around and let him eat her pussy in his car. Outside her grandmother’s house. With Pearline and June in her grandmother’s house. Hadn’t even had him drive around the block. Because what? He’d touched her and that’s all it took now?

Dumb.

That sounded dumb.

Dumb.

Doing that had been dumb.

Doing that had been a lack of self-control.

Dick dumb.

Annie jerked back like somebody had slapped her.

And then laughed. Completely unamused. In her room alone, like a crazy person.

Annie had never — would never — be that.

If it walks like a duck, and it talks like a duck…

She shook her head. Couldn’t erase the images of her smiling at her phone when he texted, laying up in his bed like she’d lost her mind, fucking him whenever, wherever.

It hadn’t seemed that crazy yesterday morning, had seemed like a little over-indulgence. But something about last night…

Sloppy.

Reckless.

Stupid.

Impulsive.

Annie shook her head. Something about last night, had her feeling out of control.

And behind that? She would dead all this shit.

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👀 If you made it to the end, I hope you enjoyedddd. 😬Ahhhh, I took my time with this partttt, wanted it to be its own little experience, not just a continuation of part 1, and to explore their foundation a little bit. I hope I executed that well 😬 and that the smut wasn’t repetitive 😬 I really was tryna use it as a tool to show glimpses of their foundation and how they operate with each other so hopefully yall got that. 👐🏾 I really be wanting y’all to see my visionnn, so hopefully y’all doooo 🥹 Y’all know I like to talk too much ( hence my rambling in these author notes) so if you feel so inclinedddd leave a comment and let me know what you thinkkkkk 🫶🏾🧡 We still liking this? Part 3 perhaps? Not Annie spiraling. They cute ain’t they? And in denial. Lmao. Happy Sunday y’alllll. 🫶🏾🫶🏾

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starkeyisthelastname · 1 year ago

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rafe fucking his girlfriend's sister 🤠

It wasn’t that his relationship was serious, or so that’s what he thought. If his “girlfriend” thought differently than that was on her. Sure he had let her sleep in some of his clothes and stay the night a few times. Rafe was in it to get his balls drained though, and nothing more than that.

Until he met your pretty little self. It was at a party he was throwing and watching you walk up with his girlfriend had his dick growing hard. He found it was cute how you shyly stood behind her in nothing but a tiny pink bikini and a sparkly cover up that didn’t do shit to hide anything. You waved at him bashfully, bouncing on your pedicured toes as you tried not to blush.

It wasn’t that many drinks in when he had you in one the bathroom’s of Tannyhill. Ringed hand held the top of your head in place as he made you look into the mirror. Mascara ran down your pink cheeks, your heavy tits spilled out of the useless top you wore as he fucked you at a brutal pace.

You squeaked out a moan, his hand coming further down your scalp to yank your hair. “Shut up and fuckin take it.” He grunted behind you hips slamming against your thick backside. His hand that was on your waist came up to put over your mouth.

He watched as you completely surrendered to him, pretty eyes threatening to roll back as he pounded you against the sink. “That’s a good fucking girl- take my dick up your cunt.” His tone low as you squeezed around him. He had to find a way to make you his and even though it may be wrong somewhere in his messed up mind..the truth was he really didn’t give a fuck.

You whined around his hand, feeling funny as he slammed into you over and over. You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, and he knew it too by the way you were clenching around him.

“Gotta make you mine sweet girl. Gotta fuckin make this sweet pussy permanent around here… tell your sister that I said I'm sorry.” He whispered in your ear, heavy balls twitching as he painted your insides.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #obx smut #obx

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clairewritesandrambles · 6 months ago

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'Tis the Damn Season - Scott Miller

Summary: After the dissolution of your long-term relationship, you find yourself starting over in your hometown. When you see your childhood best friend, Scott, for the first time in years, how will things change between the two of you?

Pairing: Scott Miller x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY), cheating (not involving the main pairing), anxiety, negative self-talk about the reader's body, nosy small town people, rough-ish sex (nothing crazy), choking, talk about deepthroating, Scott is 31 years old

A/N: Only a month late lol, sorry everybody. I really hope it's worth the wait. Thank you to @hederasgarden for beta-ing!

Music flowed softly through your room as you completed the finishing touches of your outfit. You had spent years dreading your mother's Christmas parties with her friends, having been forced to spend too many with her as a teenager instead of hanging out with your friends. This was the first year in a long time that you were truly looking forward to spending time with your mother, though you knew this would be the worst year for the looks and comments from her friends curious about your return to her house.

The faint sound of a knock at the door sounded through the house, followed quickly by the low rumble of voices as your mother greeted whoever it was. Probably just one of her friends from work, who would smile when they saw you and make dull small talk before getting that sickly curious look in their eye as they ask what you were doing back. It never took long for people in your town to dig for gossip.

You took a step back to look at yourself in the reflection of the mirror, mentally steeling yourself for the prying questions that would be coming, just the idea of the attention being enough to churn your stomach with anxiety. With one last deep breath you headed down the stairs, your mind already drifting to the bottle of wine in the fridge that awaited.

You jumped back in surprise when you turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, very nearly running into the back of someone from how distracted you had been. You let out a soft apology, making a move to go around the woman before you realized who it was.

"Mrs. Miller!" You exclaimed as she smiled back at you, clearly as surprised to see you as you were to see her. "Mom didn't tell me that you were coming."

"Oh, hello, dear!" She squealed. "I heard you were home, but I had to come and see for myself." She pulled you in for a tight hug, her hands comfortingly rubbing your back as she continued. "How have things been?"

Tears stung your eyes at her question, your stomach tightening in response. The sincerity in her voice had become so foreign in the last couple of months, with most people more concerned with the drama than the emotions of your involvement. If this had been anyone else, you were sure that it would have been void of emotion.

Whether they asked or not, Mrs. Miller was the only one of your mother's friends who could coax this response from you. She and her house had become a second home during your childhood, as familiar as your own from years of going over to hang out with Scott. When you had been too nervous to tell your mother about your first date in high school, it was Mrs. Miller that you went to for help. You knew that in this moment she was not seeing an example of the insidious gossip that your town loved, but instead, her unofficial daughter trying to come to terms with the recent events.

"I'm getting through it." You assured her, voice shaking even as you tried to put on a brave face. The truth was that you were over what had happened, but were still struggling with the loss of the life you had been steadily building for years. The recovery period had been a deeper trench than you anticipated, the steep edges covering your mind in shadow despite the presence of light in the distance.

Her eyes crinkled as she offered you a soft smile. "You will. You've always been resilient." She slipped her arm into yours as she continued, directing you towards the kitchen while she spoke. "I still remember the time Scott accidentally flipped you off that glider swing in my backyard. I was having a heart attack thinking you broke your face from the blood coming out of your lip, meanwhile, you were chasing him down to shove his face in the dirt as revenge."

"Well, someone had to do it. He was always a bit of an-" You were caught by surprise as you turned the corner into the kitchen, the rest of your words catching in your throat.

Scott was leaning against your mother's cupboards, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he made small talk with another of your mother's friends. His hair had grown since the last time you saw him, the tips of his dark waves brushing the nape of his neck. The black sweater he had on gave him a more polished look than you were used to. Scott had always been an outfit repeater, most of his casual sweaters worn to the point of holes. But this one looked almost brand new, closer to the perfect preparation of his work clothes.

It was like he was simultaneously identical to your memory and the polar opposite.

He seemed to be having a similar train of thought as his eyes flicked to you, his hand unconsciously tightening on his glass. His eyes roamed over you before his lips thinned into a straight line, the closest to a friendly smile he could muster on most days. A stranger may have taken his expression as one of apathy, but your years of experience told you that he was feeling the same mix of excitement and anxiety that had overtaken your stomach.

"Hey, you," he said, his chest rising and falling in a nervous breath as he straightened his posture.

You glanced at his mother quickly, noting her small smirk as her eyes flicked between you too, before you stepped closer to him. "Hey. I didn't realize that you were coming."

"I didn't realize you were either. Probably should've caught on when that one," he explained, pointing over your shoulder to his mother's retreating form, "insisted that I make an appearance."

Despite the ball of anxiety keeping every part of you on edge, you couldn't help but laugh at the story. Of course, she had made him come. Mrs. Miller had made it her life's mission to keep you two as close as possible. Maybe if both of you hadn't left your hometown, things wouldn't be as awkward as they currently were.

Scott's eyes roved around the room, before landing on the open space next to you as he furrowed his brows. He was clearly noticing the lack of your usual shadow at these events, your solitary form contrasting with his usual view.

Thankfully, before he could open his mouth to point out the absence, your mother's friend interjected. "Oh! So this is the Scott your mom says you were always running around with."

Scott gave a sarcastic smile in return, one of the ones that never met his eyes. "The one and only."

You offered a small smile to her, an apologetic look on your face. "I'm sorry about him. We only let him out of his cage once a year, so he's bad at the whole 'socializing' thing."

The soft smirk on Scott's face weakened the grip of anxiety on your body, a small reminder that the decay of time was not as fast as you had thought.

The moment of relief was short-lived though, as your mother's friend immediately turned to you after a short laugh and sobered her expression. "I was so surprised to hear that you were back home. None of us ever imagined you'd end up back here, given how good things seemed to be going."

Neither had you. This was the moment you had been so worried about; when people would go out of their way to remind you of your fall from grace. You were no longer the girl who had escaped your small town; instead, you were only another one who had failed.

"Yeah, well, I guess everything happens for a reason!" You replied, trying desperately to ignore Scott's confused look in your periphery. While it was difficult, you could handle the comments and judgment from near strangers. You wouldn't be able to handle it from him. Knowing that he was doing exactly what he had always set out to do, simultaneously running a business in Oklahoma while living in Massachusetts for the other part of the year. Meanwhile, you had none of the things you had set out with: no partner, no job, no house.

"Still, it must be hard. All those years..." Your chest shuddered at her words, Scott's presence slowly suffocating you. You desperately needed a reason to rid yourself of both of them.

Per usual, it was your mother who rescued you. She shouted your name from somewhere outside of the kitchen, giving you the perfect opportunity to excuse yourself and run before either of them could continue the conversation.

You made a quick appearance at your mother's side, greeting one of her old friends who hadn't seen you in years. Then you claimed that you were going to get some food out of the basement freezer for her.

In the cool air of the basement, you could finally feel the claustrophobic hold on your lungs finally release. Your throat felt raw from withholding your emotions, eyes stinging once again with the threat of tears. You sucked in short, shaky breaths against your body's will, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of red eyes on your return.

You may have cracked in front of them, but you'd be damned if you were to let anyone from this town see you break.

Holy shit. You could not wait to leave this town. Again.

After you had finally walked yourself back from the brink of panic, you went upstairs with the intention of enjoying yourself for the rest of the party. Maybe if you put on a happy front, the questions would quiet.

But, if anything, that change seemed to have the opposite effect. It was like your mother's friends could see the cracks in your performance and were determined to shatter it.

After someone had finally truly breached the topic, commenting on how nice your ex had seemed, you finally reached your breaking point. You excused yourself without decorum, trudging your way to the covered porch at the back of the house.

The cool air settled the fire heating your skin as soon as you pushed the door open, a frustrated sound escaping your throat as it slammed behind you. Was it really that hard for people to have some empathy?

"Uh," Scott cleared his throat from the corner. You whipped around to face him, not even noticing that he had disappeared from the central group of people. You stepped back, acting like you had been trapped with a stranger rather than your lifelong best friend.

"What's wrong?"

You thought briefly of deflecting his question and running to your room for the rest of the holidays to avoid him. That was a terrible idea though, your mothers loved to spend most of their work break together and you would inevitably have to see him again.

"I just can't," you offered, gesturing wildly in the general direction of the party, "with them. I forgot how this town is."

Scott let out a sharp laugh. "Tell me about it."

The silence lulled between you two for a second, neither of you making a move towards actual conversation. "Sorry. I didn't realize you were out here, I can go if you want me to."

You had started moving towards the door in the middle of your sentence, but the tone of his words stopped you dead in your tracks. "No. I mean, uh, you can stay. If you want."

When you stayed stuck in place like a deer caught in headlights, he continued. "I'd like you to stay."

You shuffled towards him, your heart pounding in nervousness when he moved his now empty whiskey glass. He clearly expected you to sit next to him, and yet you reacted like he was a stranger performing the gesture instead of Scott.

"So, where's Kevin?" He asked, barely giving you a second to settle. "Didn't he used to always come to these things?"

You stared down at your hands in your lap, knowing that your slight deception had come back to bite you at last. "Oh, uh," you stuttered, "we broke up."

"What?" He asked, surging forward in his seat. "Since when?"

"October."

"And you didn't tell me?" Your eyes flitted to him briefly, returning back to their place of shame in your lap when you saw his expression. The corners of his lips were turned down in a frown, eyebrows furrowed at the fact you had kept this from him. "Is that why you're back here?"

You nodded solemnly, swallowing the lump in your throat at the memory of your breakup. "I meant to tell you. We just hadn't talked in so long, and I know you were busy... I just didn't know what to say."

When he didn't reply right away you looked back at him, noticing he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. It was his tell-tale bad habit that he was feeling as guilty as you about the lack of communication between you two for the past few years.

"What happened?" He asked, avoiding the tension between you for a bit longer.

You sighed at the question, your shoulders relaxing slightly as you focused more on the emotions associated with Kevin than the ones with Scott. You explained that a few years ago, when you stopped coming home as often and the beginning of the downfall of your friendship with Scott, was when it had begun.

Kevin and you had been together since sophomore year and it was only recently that you seemed to both realize the incompatibilities you had ignored for years. The fights had started small, arguments over dirty dishes and clothes. But soon they had begun to take over your relationship, both of you walking on eggshells around each other. Home became a prison of cold shoulders and snide comments, contrasted by your public image of being the high school sweethearts who had "made it."

As your relationship devolved, so did the worst qualities of Kevin that you had overlooked and excused for years. His jealousy and possessiveness became more noticeable, his actions becoming less about him wanting to be with you and more about not allowing you to exist without him. That was where the joke of him being your shadow at family events had come from. Eventually, he became paranoid enough that he didn't want to leave you alone with any men - including Scott. Slowly, the smile you had fallen in love with became a sinister smirk.

You had been so determined that you could fix things, not wanting to face the reality of starting over at your age, that you had gone along with it. Slowly, but surely, your actions became complementary to his desires. You stopped visiting home as often, calling and texting less with Scott to avoid Kevin's moods. You had even picked out a cheap engagement ring, giving in to the belief that it might fix things.

This performance went on for almost a year before you realized that you had simply been delaying the inevitable. You were trapped in your isolated life, hours from your family, and your last message to Scott buried months into your messages. You had even thought things were getting better, the arguments becoming less common.

Then you started finding her things around the house. You had noticed the longer work hours, but it wasn't until you found the out-of-place hairs in your bed after a weekend away that you had to face the truth. Every trip brought a new discovery: a false eyelash, a mismatched hair tie, an unfamiliar toothbrush. But it wasn't until you had seen the necklace box, one you had mentioned wanting for years, marked with a name that wasn't yours that you finally had enough.

That was the weekend you left your ring on his coffee table and moved home. You had let him keep the lease, just wanting to rid yourself of all ties to him as quickly as you could. Now, you wished you had fought for it a bit more. At least you wouldn't have started completely back at square one.

You left out any mentions of his role in your relationship as you recalled the breakdown to Scott, not wanting to expose the full depths of your weakness just yet. You knew that he didn’t struggle with the constant self-doubt that you did, but you still worried about the implications of the statement. After such a rocky recent past, you didn’t want to risk it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Scott spat, his face curdled into a look of disgust. "I always thought he wasn't good enough for you, but I did not realize he was that much of a piece of shit."

You laughed humourlessly at his words, nodding slightly. "Neither did I."

"I can hit him with my car if you want." He offered, shrugging casually. "Off the record, of course."

You choked on laughter at his joke, seeing a small smile on his face at the success. There was a stark difference between his earlier smile towards your mother's friend, the one he always offered strangers, and the one currently breaking through. This smile was almost always only reserved for you and his mother, actually allowing it to soften his eyes at the same time instead of staying apathetic.

"You really do deserve better, though." He said, pausing to make eye contact. "You're too great to be wasting time with losers like Kevin."

You thought of putting on the usual brave face you made when people fed you these lines but decided to stick with the open nature of your conversation instead. It had been too long since you'd talked to Scott like this. You had missed his honesty.

"Scott, I need you to be real right now. No one wants someone who looks like me and I am completely starting over right now. No one even wants me, much less wants me enough to treat me better." You cringed slightly even as you spoke the words, that inner voice warning you about appearing as a burden. He was no stranger to your insecurities about your body, yet you couldn't help but feel like you still had to hide your feelings.

Scott rolled his eyes slightly at you, more out of disbelief than actual annoyance. "Well, anyone who lets a bit of softness get to them probably doesn't know how to treat you well anyway. Someone wants you."

"Oh yeah?" You prodded. "Like who?"

Scott's eyes snapped to yours at your question, charged tension quickly crackling through the air. Neither of you moved or spoke, an unspoken suggestion hanging thickly in the middle.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Your mother asked, throwing open the door just as Scott had opened his mouth to speak. "Stop being shy and get back in here!"

You sighed deeply as you rolled over in bed once again, a listless glance at the clock telling you it had only been five minutes since the last time you checked. Normally, your room felt like a sanctuary from the realities of life, but now it felt more like a cage.

The party had finally died down around 11pm, but given the amount of drinking that both Millers had partaken in, your mother insisted that they stayed the night. So instead of having the distance to come to your own conclusions about the meaning behind Scott's glances after your conversation, you had to lay in bed with the thoughts while he was on the couch one floor below you.

Had you imagined the longing in his gaze throughout the rest of the night? The usual insecurities crawled into your mind, running over any optimism that bubbled to the surface. Sure, Scott had put up with you all these years but there was a difference between the platonic nature of your relationship and the romantic look you had clearly hallucinated. Maybe the loneliness of the past few years had finally broken you; the fragments of your mind clinging onto any semblance of affection to try and glue themselves back together.

Even if you had seen the truth, did it even matter? Your friendship with Scott had been one of the greatest constants of your life and after such a shaky time, did you think either of you would be willing to take that risk? You had ignored your feelings for him in your teenage years for the same reason, not wanting to wager his friendship on the chance of love, instead running to the safer option of Kevin.

Would it be worth it for the stares, even if something did happen? The empathetic hunger of your town could run for months, but would they turn on you if they thought you moved on too quickly? You had seen the insidious nature of the gossip surrounding women who moved on in your town, their names inevitably always coming into questions of character. It had been months since you had his ring on your finger, and years since either of you had been truly happy, but no one else knew that. To them, you'd be the girl who had broken the heart of the golden boy and moved on with the man who had always been there. You had never been in love with Scott while you were with Kevin, but if you acted on these resurrected feelings you knew how it would appear. Kevin would gloat to everyone that he knew and you would see the worst of small towns.

But it was also too hard to ignore his presence after his earlier implications, knowing that you could have answers if you just went down the stairs.

You threw your blankets off with a grunt, ignoring the voice in the back of your mind as you grabbed an old pair of sweatpants from your dresser and headed down the stairs. The house had been quiet for an hour, so you didn't feel too worried about being interrupted by either of your mothers.

You faltered briefly at the bottom of the stairs, suddenly considering that he may have already fallen asleep. But then you saw the faint glow of the television and knew that meant he was still awake. You moved towards it cautiously, hands fumbling with the waistband of the sweats.

Scott was reclined on the couch when you turned the corner, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he readjusted the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at you in surprise when he noticed your movement, an eyebrow arching wordlessly at you.

"Umm," you paused, mentally smacking yourself for acting like you had been caught with drugs rather than having deliberately walked down here to talk to him. "Here." You stuck the pants out at him before continuing, still not seeming able to form full sentences. "I thought your jeans might be uncomfortable for a full night."

You could see the moment a sarcastic comment about your stunted words came to his mind, his eyes lighting up at the same time his lips curved upwards in a playful smirk. Mercifully, however, he settled for placing his hand over his heart in fake admiration.

"My hero!" He exclaimed, taking the pants from your outstretched hand. He had probably forgotten you even had an old pair of his, most likely a relic of a party where you had crashed at his place and, like usual, always forgot something to sleep in. You had even forgotten you still had some of his clothes until you had packed your life into boxes.

You continued your awkward streak by lingering, trying to think of how to broach the subject of interest. Scott raised his eyebrows at you expectedly, pursing his lips slightly at your behaviour. "Did you change your mind about the car or something? Why are you acting so nervous?"

You chewed on your lip for a second, looking for a lie that would allow you to escape back to your room, but deciding to sit on the couch and speak before you could change your mind again.

"What did you mean earlier?" You asked, continuing when he furrowed his brows. "When you said that someone wants me?"

"Oh," he said, chewing the inside of his cheek again, "that."

He offered no further explanation, looking anywhere that wasn't your face as he stalled for time.

"Scott," you prodded when the silence had lingered for too long.

"I just don't want to ruin anything," he said, bringing his gaze to meet yours. "I didn't even expect to see you while I was here, much less almost spilling my guts about everything."

When you didn't respond he groaned and pouted slightly. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"Listen, Scott, I didn't expect anything like this to happen now either. But I'm finally single for the first time in years, so yes. I'd like to know why you said that to me after all this time." Your chest shuddered slightly in the tension of the moment, feeling like someone was pulling your lungs closed. "It doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to, but I want to know."

"Maybe I want it to mean something," he countered, "I haven't spent my entire life loving you just for it to mean nothing to either of us. I know that someone wants you because I’m that person."

He continued when you didn't respond, too shocked even despite the clues from earlier. "I have been hopelessly in love with you for as long as I can remember. That's why I didn't text you when I noticed you were pulling away. I spent years watching you love someone else from the sidelines because I had been too scared to tell you the truth in our teens, so when you stopped calling as often... I thought maybe it would be easier for me."

"Wait," you interjected, "it's been that long?" How had you missed all the signs for so many years? You thought you knew all of Scott's hidden tells, the smallest changes in his body language and tone of voice always betraying the emotions he often tried to hide. Yet, you had been blind to this emotion for so many years.

"Yes, that long." He replied, holding an accusative finger up when you opened your mouth to speak again. "If you even think about giving me some made-up reasons about why you think I shouldn't love you, I swear."

You clamped your mouth shut in response, a small part of you reveling in the knowledge that he knew you just as well as you knew him.

"I was terrified of ruining our friendship, so I never told you. I guess I thought it was better to have you as a friend than not have you at all, but watching you love him was agony." He continued, leaning ever closer to you. "Not just because I didn't have you, but because I could see that he never loved you back the way you deserved. He never appreciated the parts of you that needed it most, the ones that I know you were thinking about earlier."

"Like what?" Your breathing was coming out in small bursts now, the strength of his words stealing it from your chest.

"All of them. I loved hanging out alone with you because you didn't hide your body the same way you do in public. I loved getting to hear you laugh without thinking about its volume, I just loved all the parts you felt like you had to hide."

"Fuck, I even loved when you'd get nervous about something and pick the skin around your thumbs. I knew it was a bad habit that you hated about yourself, but I couldn't take my eyes off of you when you did it."

You looked down at your hands, the picked skin around your nails glaring back at you. It had always been a habit you hated about yourself, but you never realized someone else noticed you doing it. Any time you had brought it up to Kevin over the years, he always seemed surprised that you did it.

When you turned your head back to Scott, you became suddenly aware of how much space had disappeared between the two of you over the course of your conversation. Scott's thigh was pressed against yours, your noses brushing together when you looked up at him.

His eye contact was unblinking as his chest rose and fell deeply while he gazed at you. "If you don't feel the same, that's fine. But I've got to be honest, I don't know if I can go back to acting like this never happened." He licked his bottom lip slightly as his eyes fell to yours. "I haven't thought of a future without you in years, you've always been it for me. So if you don't want this-"

Additional words died in his throat when you moved your head to connect your lips to his, a desperate sound escaping his mouth instead. It was a quick moment of passion, your head pulling back almost as suddenly as it had moved forward.

Scott's lips followed yours needily, only reluctantly breaking the kiss when he could no longer hold it. His forehead rested on yours while you both breathed deeply, neither of you opening your eyes. You rested like this for a brief, charged moment, your mind racing to catch up with the actions of the body.

Fuck it. You had spent too long being a slave to your own expectations and playing it safe to let this moment pass you.

You pulled Scott's mouth back into yours, the long-dead butterflies in your stomach stirring in response. Kissing him was like slotting the final piece into a puzzle that had been plaguing you for years: a mix of excitement and confusion about how it took you so long to find it. Now that you had tasted him, you would have starved if you couldn't have him again.

Scott kissed you passionately, his strong arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into him like he wanted the feeling of your skin tattooed on him for the rest of his life. His calloused hands ran trails of shivers over your skin as they caressed the skin below your top, moving slowly like he intended to commit every part of you to memory tonight.

"You are so fucking beautiful, baby." He whispered when you pulled back for a short breath, a shaky laugh of disbelief escaping his lips. "I think I could die happy right now."

You giggled at him, the euphoria of the night making your head spin. Every action and word from him felt like it was setting you aglow and making every fibre of your being yearn for more. Scott wasn't the first man to call you beautiful or touch your body, but it had been so long since you had felt passion behind them that they struck even deeper.

He smiled softly at your laugh, leaning in for another taste of your lips. You pushed him back in a small surge of confidence, straddling his lap. You usually avoided any position that put you at a higher angle, but the look of awe on Scott's face erased any lingering worries about unflattering angles.

Every graze of his body against yours stoked the fire building within, making you push even closer to him to try and quell the increasing desire. His hands continued to leave featherlight touches on your back, pebbling your skin with goosebumps. You hadn't felt this in years; the feeling of desire and being desired was so distant in your memory that it made your chest burn with emotion.

Scott peppered kisses down your throat, pausing to focus on a spot when a needy noise escaped your mouth. The attention in his touch made your body flutter in response, an uncontrollable roll of your hips brushing your thighs against the hardness of his lap.

"Did I make you hard?" You asked, pulling back to look down at the tent in his pants.

Scott flashed you an unapologetic smile. "I've been dreaming of this for thirty-one years, I'm excited." You couldn’t help the giddy laugh from your chest at his words. A part of you was still amazed at the idea that someone like him could actually be this attracted to you.

"There's no expectations though," he continued, pulling you back down to kiss him. "I'll wait as long as you want me to."

Your heart skipped a beat in response, affection for him warming your body. You bit your lip in slight anticipation as you let one of your hands trail down his chest to softly palm him through his pants.

"Oh," he breathed, head dropping against the back of the couch. "Fuck."

Spurred by his reaction, you applied a bit more pressure with your hand, your lips beginning to explore his jawline and neck. Every sigh and shift of his hips felt like a symphony, the blissed-out look on his face as he reveled in your touch striking down to your core.

As if he could sense the joy you were getting out of seeing him in this position, Scott's eyes opened slightly. You gave him a teasing smile in response, a small noise escaping your lips when he grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a bruising kiss. Your groans deepened when his hand moved to the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer to him. He held you like a drowning man on his last breath, like you might disappear if he loosened his grip too much.

You rolled your hips against his desperately, needily gasping when the tip of his cock rubbed your clit through your clothes. Suddenly, Scott gripped you tightly and threw you to your back on the couch. His body moved effortlessly with yours, an inhuman growl clawing its way out of his throat.

"I am going to lose my mind if you keep touching me like that," he panted, pulling back to look in your eyes. "If you don't want this, I want you to tell me right now, okay, baby? We can stop and just cuddle if that's what you want, but otherwise, I need to make sure the only name you remember is mine."

The way his blue eyes stared into your eyes as he checked on you, ensuring he wasn't overstepping your boundaries, might've just been one of the hottest things you had ever seen in your life.

"I really, really want this, Scott." You told him, guiding his hand to the soaked fabric of your bottoms. A low groan rumbled through him at the feeling, his fingers teasing your folds as he waited for those magic words. "Please, please touch me."

He lowered himself again to kiss you, a large hand groping at your breasts as you both, finally, gave in. Years of pent-up emotion and lust burst from your body, both of you a blur of searching hands and wandering lips as you rid yourselves of your tops.

"Fuck, wait." He sighed, pulling back slightly to rest his forehead on yours. "I don't have a condom."

"I'm on birth control and got a negative test after Kevin. I'm good if you are."

"Fuck," Scott moaned, lips wrapping your nipple as his fingers teased the other. "You're so fucking gorgeous. I could look at you all day."

You felt your face heat at his words, a denial on the tip of your tongue when he interrupted you.

"Do not even think about denying it." He grunted, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your body: the valley of your breasts, your stomach, your waist. "This is, quite literally, what my dreams are made of: your eyes, your smile, your tits, your tummy."

Scott continued his way down your body, stopping to punctuate every body part with a kiss. "And these thighs?" He continued, teeth sinking possessively into the flesh as you gasped and bucked your hips towards him in response. "I think they're my favourite."

Ragged breathes escaped at this point, his fingers teasing you relentlessly. He bit more marks into the insides of your thighs as he moved his fingers with purpose around your cunt, always coming close to giving you that touch you desired but darting away at the last second.

"Scott," you whined, a hand tugging impatiently at his hair.

"Hmm, what is it, baby?" The bastard had the audacity to smirk up at you from between your thighs, a smug glint reflecting in his eyes.

"I need you to touch me."

Scott hummed in response, the featherlight brush of his thumb against your clit enough to have you throwing your head back in pleasure. "I don't know if that was good enough..."

You huffed in annoyance, rolling your hips only to have him stop you with the grip of his hands on your thigh.

"C'mon, baby," he slurred, a cheek resting on your thigh as he looked at you. "Be a good girl and beg for what you want."

Normally, you'd probably have given him more pushback - but right now you felt like you might explode if you didn't get him soon. "Please touch me."

"Say my name."

"Please, Scott. I need your mouth, I need your tongue on my cunt right now. Please."

You could have cried in relief when you felt his fingers finally pull down your bottoms, a satisfied hum reverberating through your body as he kissed your clit quickly over the material.

"I always thought my name would sound prettier coming off those lips than 'Kevin,'" he said, wasting no time in licking a stripe through your folds that made you whimper his name again. "Now I know it's true."

You didn't even have time to open your mouth with a possible retort, all sensible thoughts freezing in their tracks as he wrapped his lips around your clit. You don't even want to think about how he got so good at oral, every movement stoking the flame in your lower belly like he had made you cum a thousand times. His lips and tongue worked in perfect tandem with each other, your face pressed into his pillow as he made you orgasm on two, and then three, fingers.

The hand not trying to stifle your noises with the pillow was threaded through his hair, teetering constantly between pulling his head closer to your core and pushing him away as he sent you hurtling towards a third orgasm. He hadn't even gotten his pants off yet, and you felt like your body was short-circuiting in pleasure.

Scott's tongue pushed into you, along with the three fingers he had already fit, another orgasm stealing the air from your lungs. You bit down on the pillow, wiggling helplessly against the grip around your thigh. You snuck a look at him between your legs, the sight enough to knock the little wind from you again

His dark hair was curling with sweat, the veins on his arm popping from the thrusting of his finger that hadn't ceased in minutes. His eyebrows furrowed together in focus on your pleasure, his groans sending aftershocks through your body as it vibrated your clit.

God, he was gorgeous.

Undoubtedly sensing your shameless staring, Scott's eyes opened to look at yours. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure, clearing having lost himself completely in the feeling of you. That shy voice inside of you whispered about the angle, but, for once, you couldn't hear it over the look of adoration in his eyes. Scott looked at you like he had a one-of-a-kind piece of art in front of him, not the face he had grown up with and, as you had always assumed, he would have grown bored of.

You smiled down at him, fingers threading through his hair to scratch at his scalp. If you had to, you think you could stay this entwined with him forever and be happy.

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore. I need to fuck you, right now." Scott growled, finally pulling away from you to push his pants down his legs. You whimpered at the emptiness in their wake, clenching around nothing.

Not that you had to wait for long. Your mouth watered as you moved to your knees, watching as Scott’s cock was freed from his briefs and slapped against his stomach. The thick head was freely leaking pre-cum and all you wanted to do was wrap your lips around him and taste it.

"Take a picture; it'll last longer, " he teased, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he kissed you before pushing your face into the couch.

You pouted at him as he stood behind you, the tip of his cock pushing through the wetness coating your cunt. "You're not even going to give me a taste?"

"Mm, you want it that bad?" He asked, lightly slapping his head on your clit and making you jump.

"Please?" You begged, doing your best face for him.

He smiled at you, wrapping a hand around your throat to pull your back to his chest. "I promise next time I'll let you choke on my cock as much as you want, but right now I am barely holding on and I am not even inside of you yet."

You hummed in response, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I guess you just owe me then."

Scott smirked at you, his eyes telling you that he was already planning everything he'd do to you the next time he had you alone. "Now, are you going to be a good girl and be quiet for me or do I need to cover that pretty mouth with my hand?"

"I'd really like to say I'd be good, but I've got to be honest: I don't know if I can do that right now." Scott smiled at your confession, pressing one last sweet kiss to your lips before covering your mouth and pushing on your shoulder blades until your face was back on the cushions.

It only took a few thrusts for you to realize that you had made an excellent choice. Scott's half-bent-over angle to keep his hand around your mouth put him in the perfect spot to hit that mind-numbing spot inside of you. His other hand had a vice grip on the armrest, the shaky breaths behind you telling you that he was trying desperately to keep himself from losing it early.

You beckoned him closer to you, melting into his warmth as he pressed a kiss to your temple. The new angle had him moving in you in short, hard thrusts, bringing you to the precipice of another orgasm.

"Scott," you gasped, pulling his hand away from your mouth. "Please choke me."

He cursed under his breath, resting his body weight on his elbow as he gripped your throat and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hips moved impossibly faster, combining with the pressure of his fingers on your clit to send your body into a frenzied orgasm, whimpering as your entire body shook with pleasure.

"Turn over for me, baby," Scott panted from behind you, hands already grasping at your hips. "I need to look at you while I fill you." Despite the hurried insistence of his words, Scott continued to take his time in his movements. His hand was gripping the base of his dripping cock to prevent himself from finishing, yet he couldn't stop himself from taking the extra seconds to slowly run his gaze over your body.

He finally leaned back down to kiss you, teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. A low chuckle rumbled through him at your frustrated grunts before taking mercy on you and pushing into you.

"Oh my god," you gasped, the stretch of him returning setting your entire body on fire. You had fully crossed into overstimulation by now, your senses completely enveloped by Scott's presence. The rest of the world had melted away, the only existence being the two of you on the couch.

"I know, baby," he said, kissing your throat. "You can take more though, right?" When you nodded in approval, he continued. "That's what I thought. Be a good girl for me and let me fill you up, okay, baby?"

Your sanity didn't stand a chance after that, everything blurring together as he kissed you. Your hands were all over each other, pulling each other as close as you could while his pelvis ground into your clit and wiped away the last of your coherent thoughts with near-constant orgasms.

It could have been seconds or hours before Scott grabbed your jaw, telling you to look him in the eyes while he came in you. His teeth were pulling at his bottom lip as he tried to quiet the moans making their way out of his throat as he reached his peak.

You were determined to commit the sight before you to memory: his head tipped back in ecstasy, mouth open as he tried to strangle the loud moan slipping through, thighs shaking with pleasure while he gripped yours so tightly you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises tomorrow. He dropped down into you too quickly, biting into your shoulder to quiet the noises he had now completely lost control over. His thrusts quickened, fucking himself through his orgasm, finally collapsing against you with a flurry of praises.

Neither of you moved after, content to just stay wrapped in each other's limbs for the moment. Scott's hand brushed lightly at your hip, settling himself on top of you.

"I promise I'll clean you up in a few minutes, I'm just-" He cleared his throat, shifting his weight slightly. "I'm dead. You killed me."

You giggled at his comments, kissing his cheekbone softly as you settled into him. The world slowed around you again, this time the focus staying on the feeling of his heartbeat and the slow, steady breaths as he continued to caress your body. Where Scott's touch during sex had been rough and passionate, his desire for you showing through his body, now he seemed to be taking his time in running his hands over you. It was like he was determined to commit every bump and divot to memory, becoming familiar enough that he'd still know their location after decades had passed.

He continued the slow movements even after grabbing a cloth from the bathroom to clean you up, soft kisses leading up the bruises on your thighs to your throat before giving you a chaste kiss.

You watched as he grabbed the sweatpants you had brought down earlier, readjusting the blanket and pillows that had been knocked to the side during the frenzy. As much as you tried to ignore it, those anxious thoughts crept back in. Not enough to fill you with doubt, but still leaving you feeling awkward as you watched him.

What were you supposed to do now?

You started mumbling something about getting back to bed, starting to pick up your discarded clothing but were stopped by his hand closing around your wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked. When you pointed upstairs, like it was obvious that you were going to go back to your own bed now, he raised his eyebrow at you. "Do you think I'm some kind of asshole who would make you go sleep by yourself after all that?"

"I mean... It is more comfortable than the couch." You quipped back, some of the tension leaving your shoulders at the reassurance that his actions hadn't been a moment of poor judgment.

"Well, you haven't offered me your bed. Really, it's poor hosting on your part."

You paused in the midst of getting re-dressed, mouth gaping at him. "You know what? Fine. Stay on the couch, but I'm laying on top of you just to really maximize your uncomfortableness."

"Sounds good to me," he replied, opening the blanket and motioning for you to join him. "You're comfy enough to counteract the springs."

You smiled to yourself as you laid your head on his chest, melting into his embrace. "I really should go back to my room at some point though, in case one of our moms decides to wake up."

"I am pretty sure if they found us like this they'd throw another party to celebrate. I'm not entirely convinced that they haven't been secretly planning this for our entire lives."

"Do you really love all those things about me?" You asked, narrowing your eyes playfully at him. "Or did your mom put you up to all of this?"

"You caught me." He deadpanned. When you giggled at him, he tipped your chin up to look at him. "You could live a thousand lives and I would find and love you in every single one of them."

You were sure you could actually feel your heart bursting at his words, the warmth of adoration spreading through your whole body.

"I like the sound of that." You whispered, kissing him again.

#twisters #scott twisters #scott twisters x reader #scott miller #scott miller x reader #twisters x reader #twisters 2024

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robin-evry · 5 months ago

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TWST with Acheron!Yuu. Declared by the mirror as "nothing" during the ceremony which attracted pitiful stares towards them coupled with the fact that they look like a lost wet puppy. They constantly forget things and is in desperate need of a GPS (grim is taking up the role of their functional braincell in order to get to class I fear).

Ourgh the boys seeing their magicless Acheron!Yuu shatter Malleus' dream in a single slash out of nowhere and finding out their true form (the white/red acheron on ult) is slowly fading away.

Malleus low-key about to double overblot cuz his first friend is in a state equivalent to dying: their color, sense of taste, and memories fading away, but they choose to push others to the light because to be an emanator of Nihility is to continue on against meaninglessness itself. 🥲

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐔𝐔 ⛩️☔

A drifter claiming to be a Galaxy Ranger. Her true name is unknown. She walks the cosmos alone, carrying with her a long sword.

During the opening ceremony Acheron yuu was about to release a slash with their blade but the coffin was soon open deciding to withhold their blade and investigate first.

Acheron!Yuu is not one to waste words. They prefer silence, speaking only when necessary, and often observe situations from the sidelines before acting.

When it was there to be selected for the dorm, the mirror was unable to identify any magical source from them so they kept searching but unfortunately it started to shake and cracks started to form when it was searching for magic in Acheron yuu soul it was decided that they were magicless.

Regardless many students like Lilia, malleus, Crowley and others could feel another worldly present with you as if instead of magic it was something else. Lilia was able to sense the sleeping abyss inside of them and tried to keep it lowkey with them to make sure not to wake it up, one of the biggest hints of Acheron!yuu was the alias of them.

Even then they decided to keep their true self away from others fearing they will be affected by the nihillity or would be better off rather than knowing.

Crowley tried to confiscate Acheron yuu blade but at night he was plagued by unimaginable nightmares resorting to giving back Acheron!yuu blade in exchange for not bringing it to school and releasing it from its sheath.

Vil once told them that they would look absolutely amazing as a model and will try to convince you to join the gig once in a lifetime and when they got back waiting for their answers Acheron!yuu unfortunately forgot

Due to them being an emanator of nihility or in other words a self annihilator their identity would soon disappear as well as their mind, their sense of taste, memories, and mind would crumble slowly until they're nothing but a walking corpse.

Due to their numbness of taste they're unable to taste the food that are in nrc and the good thing about it is that they are able to withstand Lilia's cooking which caused a questioning among the students when ever or not they're human or not.

Every time there's an overblot they will only release a portion of their power fearing a full scale attack would be too much and can cause death of the person that got over blotted.

During the dwarf mine ace, deuce and grim witness Acheron!yuu unsheathing their weapon and their entire body turn into a mix of white and red as well as their blade with one slash the monster was dude in an instant not leaving any trace of it being alive.

No matter the situation, they never waver. Whether facing headstrong dorm leaders or unpredictable students, they remain steadfast.

Though they seem distant, Acheron!Yuu possesses a strong sense of justice, particularly against corruption and tyranny. They don’t tolerate unfairness and will step in when necessary, Causing a disagreement between riddle.

There are rumors that they come from another world, but they never confirm nor deny it. Their presence feels both real and unreal, as if they walk between two worlds.

They would usually attend the dismonia dorm to spar with sebek and silver, sometimes Lilia plus they seem to always be able to win. They ask them if they can teach them some sword techniques but Acheron!yuu isn't sure.

During chapter 7 when malleus put the entire sage island to sleep, Acheron!yuu would release a slash that managed to cut down malleus spell and destroy the dream world even leaving a giant slash mark on the skies of the dismonia dorm.

Instantly everyone is hyper aware of what Acheron!yuu is capable of and when needing explanation from the others they replied with it's better for them not to know where this power originated from.

Even after explaining the nihillity towards the first years and others saying that it's pointless because they are already on their way towards being mindless walking corps many would incense wanting to save them.

Styx would start to wonder whether or not there are a threat or not after trying to calculate the possibility limits of their ability it's better not try to wake up the dormat abyss sleeping inside of them if not the world would be at stake, idia was already having suspicion towards them due to their alias being Acheron name after the river of the dead.

Acheron!yuu also work as someone to bring back lost souls towards the after life at night they would walk and bring dead souls towards their final resting place.

#twisted wonderland #not canon #twst scenario #disney twst #twst headcanons #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu au #twst mc #twst yuu au #twst x reader #twst x hsr #acheron hsr #acheron #Acheron!yuu

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kiame-sama · 11 months ago

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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU- pt 3

Warnings; yandere themes/behavior/actions, mix of platonic and romantic yanderes, monster AU, reader is the only human, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, Monster AU Grim has only just arrived and my heart already hurts for him, poor decision making, Selkie, Crow Fae, Minotaur, Drider, description of slight gore, an actual Monster of this AU make a guest appearance,

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"(Y/n) (L/n)... The last Human in Twisted Wonderland."

Those words echoed in your mind as you followed the Crow. Supposedly there was a dorm on the campus that didn't have anyone in it and he intended that to be your home. You didn't trust any of these creatures because they all seemed to think you were some kind of exotic pet and not actually an equal. There was no way you would stay with any of these creatures and you found yourself looking for a chance to escape.

What you hadn't expected was how hard the Dragon-man took your refusal to stay in his nest permanently. When he was guarding you, he had been full of energy and crackling with some kind of unknown power. When you said you wanted to be left alone and wanted to go home, the man practically looked like a kicked puppy who couldn't understand why his new play-mate didn't want to stay with him. In some ways, you felt guilty for saying no to the Dragon, but you also were afraid of how you would be treated by the man who had already claimed you as his own.

The Crow actually decided your request to go home was a reasonable one and brought you before the mirror that had been so prominent in the center of the coffin room. Despite your pleading and the Crow's requests, the mirror said there was nowhere in their world you could have come from so there was nowhere in their world you could return to. You tried arguing that your home was real and you needed to go back to it, but the mirror refused to speak to you again and simply stopped responding to you.

This lead to where you were now, feeling like a prisoner marching down death-row flanked by the two men who came with the Crow to retrieve you from the Dragon. Everyone you passed stopped and stared as you went by, their curiosity clear as they all tried to get a good look at you. Some even tried to reach out to you, but the two men flanking you shut it down quickly and chased the curious onlookers off. Despite how the Crow said he was taking you somewhere safe, you didn't trust him in the slightest.

When your opportunity to flee presented itself, you took it with both hands.

There was a forest that seemed to line the far side of the campus with many dark trees and shadowed trunks. Surely you could hide in there and find your own way home despite the fearful feeling in your gut that insisted you were stuck in the unusual world of fantasy you now found yourself in. As you drew nearer to what looked like an abandoned and ramshackle manor, you slowed your pace just enough to make a bit of distance from you and your guards before you darted into the forest.

Even as the branches whipped and slashed at you, you kept running blindly into the woods. Surely you could get some distance from the monsters that tried to keep you like a pet, and maybe then you could work on finding a way home. To your real home, wherever that was in comparison to where you were now.

~•§•~

"Damn it, Crowley!"

The black and white Selkie snapped, immediately trying to follow the frightened little Human into the forest. He knew what kind of creatures stalked those woods and a soft little Human like you was not going to survive long. The moment the branches began pulling at his fur he had to retreat back from the woods. His own self preservation was far too strong to allow his pelt to be damaged or removed from his shoulders, even to save a protected species like the little Human.

"What did I do? I have been nothing but kind and that Human keeps running away!"

"They're running because they are terrified, confused, and not even from our world! You should have just let us use the dark mirror to get to the dorm, not making us walk! Not to mention how unsafe and rundown the dorm you want them to stay in is..."

The Selkie gave another annoyed noise as he watched his Minotaur companion barely even make it past the first tree before his horns caught on the foliage around him. They couldn't enter the forest after you because they would get just as lost as you currently were. The forest was not a warm and safe place to be for anyone given the rampant number of Direbeasts and other creatures in the untamed areas of the isle.

"We can't follow them like this- damn it! Rook, front and center, pup!"

There was a slight skittering sound before the lovely blond Drider easily cleared the wrought iron fencing nearby and came to a halt before the Selkie professor. Naturally, the Drider was curious about the Human and followed the entourage with a keen eye and even keener instincts. He knew the Human would run before the professors did, and despite how he wanted to give chase he remembered the horrified look the Human had given him when they saw him for the first time. Rook wanted to befriend and study the unusual prey that was his new little Human muse, not terrify them into fleeing from him.

"Yes, Roi du Selkie?"

"I know you were watching where the Human (Y/n) ran and you are better at navigating the forest than we are. Find them and bring them back unharmed."

"You wound me, Roi du Selkie! I would never harm the little Trickster Human! Now, I certainly wouldn't mind hunting them down for a bit of sport, but I wouldn't harm a hair upon their fragile little head."

"Yes, yes, I know your proclivity to The Hunt, but this is a fragile creature that we can't risk losing, especially when they are the last of their kind. Make sure you get to them before the beats of the forest do."

"As you command, Roi du Selkie."

~•§•~

No matter how far you ran, the forest only seemed to get darker. It had already been late in the evening when you fled, but the forest was a near abyssal dark. Not even the light of the moon could reach beneath the canopy of leaves. Every little sound made you jump and you could only imagine the creatures that lurked in these shadowed woods.

Perhaps fleeing into the woods away from a warm bed and meal was not the best idea you've had. Granted, the last time you fled resulted rather positively given the fact you fell asleep under a stone statue and woke up safe in a comfortable bed. The same bed you chose to give up because you didn't want to be someone's pet. Well, hindsight was always 20/20, after all.

You were so preoccupied with the forest around you that the second a gnarled root caught you foot, you went tumbling to the ground with an undignified yelp. The root you had fallen over was pitch black and seemed to actually be the opening of what looked like a den for whatever creatures called this land home. When you breathed a sigh of relief at not seeing any feral creature within the den, a sharp voice snapped you back to attention.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Crawling on their belly out of the den, you caught sight of shaggy gray fur and burning blue eyes. You got a good look at the little creature when it stood up, dusting the dirt off of itself and pouting in your direction. The little beast was fairly stout and almost fooled you into thinking it was some kind of cat before you noticed the extra limbs adorning the rounder body.

"What... Are you?"

"I'm the greatest mage to ever live, Grim! That's what I am! What are you? You don't look like the usual fancy-pants students that wander around the woods."

"I'm not... I'm just lost-"

You cut yourself off with a gasp as the little creature hopped up on your knees, staring at you closely with those bright blue eyes. They gave you a quick once-over and even a few sniffs for good measure before they nodded.

"Yup. I see. I can say with no doubt, I don't know what you are!"

The odd words of the critter drew a short laugh from you. Your laugh was a mix of confusion and incredulousness, but in it held the hint of genuine humor. It seemed those in the supposed school knew exactly what you were, but this little creature didn't have the faintest idea. Something about this 'Grim' helped put you at ease as they seemed much more rounded- quite literally given their chubby belly- and less aggressive than the others had been.

Where the others had made you feel like an exotic pet, this little creature made you feel like someone who could stand up for themselves and talk for themselves. As you took a good look at the creature, you noticed what seemed to be small blue flames along their ears and various scars riddling the soft fur. Though the creature was small, they had clearly been through a rough life as even the little wings on their back had been shredded to complete uselessness.

"I'm a Human."

"Yeah, I have no idea what that is, but it smells like you don't have even a bit of magic on ya! Don't worry, Hooman thing. I- the Great and Powerful Grim- will protect you as you make your way through the forest! There's all sorts of bad things in the woods that would hurt someone soft like you. In return, you can be my henchman! Every good mage needs a henchman. Nyehehe!"

Before you could respond to the odd creature Grim, the rustling of the bushes near you filled you with dread. You had no way to defend yourself or fight back against whatever threat came for you, let alone protect Grim. That dread only compounded when you saw the creature that emerged from the foliage.

Standing on all fours, it almost looked like some kind of bear that was missing half of it's face. Where fur and flesh should have been, a large gaping wound covered in flies and rotting from the bone of the skull was on clear display. The eyes of the beast were no more than glowing light blue pits that glowered hatefully in your direction. Even the black fur of the beast seemed to be dripping with some kind of rot as the foul stench of the creature assaulted your nostrils.

Nothing about this beast was natural and the twisted fangs that glinted in the maw of the beast only made icy fear grip you. Each fang had been broken by the neighboring tooth, all overgrown and twisted in the maw of the creature. Some teeth grew up and back into the gums, some teeth grew out jaggedly though the mouth of the creature, and some were empty sockets where a tooth once was.

The beast lowed and huffed, sounding like it was struggling for air as it breathed out a toe-curling reek in heavy pants. One paw fell after the other as you felt rooted to the ground, trapped in terror upon gazing such a disheveled and vile creature walking around. Beyond just the face of the creature, you could see exposed bone and further signs of decay clinging to the sides of the beast. Open wounds were covered in pustules filled with some kind of inky black blight on ragged and bloodless flesh.

"Th-that's way bigger than I thought it'd be..."

Grim's voice squeaked out and his torn ears dropped in obvious fear. The bravado he had moments prior was gone the exact same way your own had faded away. This was not some natural creature and you realized just how woefully prepared you were to face the creatures of the night.

The beast turned the one remaining eye it had towards the two of you and Grim tried to hide behind your legs, huddled down on your stomach. You were in more than just a dangerous position seeing as you were sitting on the dark earth beneath you after tripping over Grim's hiding-spot. Both you and your new companion were caught completely unawares by this wretched beast.

As it looked like the thing was about to lunge, a sudden rush of fire slammed into the beast, piercing into the side was an arrow that burned brightly with flames. The sudden attack was enough to disorient the beast as it howled a screeching wail of pain and lumbered back into the woods, deciding to find easier prey elsewhere. You wanted to cry in joy at seeing the creature retreat, finding yourself hugging the odd cat-thing Grim who joyously returned the affection as you both got to live another day.

"I see you are unharmed, my little Trickster, c'est magnifique!"

You looked over at the sound of the voice, only to realize that the voice came from above you instead. Hanging suspended on a thin strand of silk was the lovely giant Spider man. Two of his legs held the silk and the others hung down as if reaching down to you.

"Myeh! A giant Spider! Run for your life, Hooman!"

Grim screamed as he hopped off of your stomach, trying to flee from the descending Spider that had save you both from the monster bear. He didn't get far before a sudden strand of silk wrapped around him, pulling him back with ease.

"Non, there has been enough fleeing for one night. As beautiful as the forest is when it is dark like this, many dangers far worse than the Undying Ursus Minor live in these woods. It is time to return mon Trickster to the safety of their new home."

"Myeh? A safe home..? Hey, Spider guy, that's my Henchhooman! Where they go, I go too! They wouldn't leave me out here," Grim turned to look at you with surprisingly soulful eyes, as if willing you to agree, "right?"

You felt more than a little put on the spot, but you didn't see any harm in bringing this strange creature with you. They were more than a little proud but seemed so out of place among the dark forest you two found ourselves at the mercy of. That and the fact that you couldn't get the image of the many scars on their soft little body out of your mind. The world was unkind to Grim and maybe you could do something to change that for the better.

"Right."

The blond Spider nodded with a patient smile, his body safely touching down on the ground next to you.

"Trés bien, I will bring your new friend with us. First, I worry I haven't been very polite with you, Trickster. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Rook Hunt, hunting enthusiast and passionate admirer of all things beautiful. Honored to be in the presence of one so rare~"

After his short introduction, Rook was quick to free Grim from the webbing and picked the little creature up, setting the fluffy beast onto his Spider half's back. As the Spider man approached you next, you still felt wary of him but knew that at least he wasn't looking to harm you like the beasts of the forest.

Before you could accept the help of the smiling Spider, he suddenly picked you up, pausing with a look of surprise. His hands were beneath your arms and held you from the ground with what seemed to be little effort, but he was a Spider and so likely had more strength than a Human would.

"Oh? It seems my little Trickster is a 'Mademoiselle' Trickster. Odd I didn't notice before. I am usually quite good at discerning the sex of my prey, as some species are only free to hunt if they are one sex and not the other, but this is still a welcome surprise. Roi du Règles will be most pleased to know this, him being a Unicorn and all."

"Wh-what the hell are you talking about? Were you hunting me?"

"Calm yourself, Trickster. I admit, you interest me in many ways, but non, I tracked you down at the behest of Roi du Selkie. The forests are no place for a soft Human such as yourself. I certainly would not mind a game of chase with you, but this is neither the place nor time."

He set you next to Grim on his back, grinning over his shoulder at you.

"Hold on, Mademoiselle Trickster, I do not intend to have you fall on our way back to campus."

You were quick to grab Grim, holding the soft critter with one arm and the other wrapping around Rook's warm torso. Once he was sure you were holding onto him securely, his many long legs began to move with a surprising speed, carrying you towards what you assumed to be the school you fled. Grim was content to snuggle into your body for warmth, seeming to actually relax in your hold now that he didn't have to constantly be looking over his shoulder for danger.

You weren't thrilled to be going back, but you also now knew what kind of dangers lurked around the campus and in the woods. Perhaps you would be better off in the protection- for whatever it was worth- of the monster men and their school. Even if it was temporary, it beat being the lunch to something bigger and meaner in the forest. At least you knew you weren't going to try running again.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere twst #twst monster au #Humans are Extinct TWST AU

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sevikaslatinawife · 6 months ago

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about the dynamic between Sevika and a plus sized reader, I would LOVE her comforting you about gaining happy relationship weight. Like reader is a bit insecure about gaining weight but Sevika just keeps reassuring her and telling her how good she looks etc :)

I’m actually obsessed with this so yes. Hope you enjoy!

Nothing but Curves III

Warnings: self-image issues, themes of insecurity, afab!reader, soft Sevika, mentions of meal skipping (briefly)

Please never skip meals or do anything that can cause your body any harm. If you ever have these thoughts, please seek help. You are loved, you are cherished, you are needed.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, throat tight at what you see. You’ve always been curvy, always bigger than your friends, but now?

Now it’s worse. You’ve put on more weight. Your thighs are fuller, your rolls are more prominent, your arms are larger, as well.

You were just going to take a bath while your girlfriend waits in the other room but now you’re frozen. Your eyes trailing every new cellulite and stretch mark, the bigger rolls, your more stuck-out belly.

Maybe I should skip some meals, you think to yourself. It’s not like I need them anyways.

“Angel?” Sevika’s voice is what’s snaps you back to reality. You turn to face he, trying to cross your arms and cover your naked form. As if she hasn’t seen it many times before. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you dismiss too quickly and watch her eyes narrow.

“Don’t lie to me,” She says, stepping closer until your back is pressed against the sink. Her voice is low and rough, signaling she doesn’t appreciate being lied to.

“Vika, really, it’s nothing. I-It’s stupid,” You laugh it off but even you can hear it’s fake.

Sevika sighs and tilts her head. “Really? You think I’m going to believe that?”

“It’s stupid,” You echo, dropping your gaze. It falls to her exposed lower abdomen, all tan skin and tight muscles.

It makes your stomach churn as you glance at yourself, the softness of your belly, the stretch marks around your bellybutton and hips. The roundness of your belly almost mocks you, making you feel worse.

“Baby,” Sevika’s voice cuts through the haze. Her metal finger hooking around your chin to tilt your eyes up to meet her own. “Talk to me, baby,” Her voice is soft, kind and it’s so unusual for her to sound this way.

It’s all it takes to break you.

“I-I’ve put on a few pounds,” You say simple. “Maybe…Maybe more than a few. I-I hadn’t noticed I let myself go so much,” Your voice cracks as you try to swallow past the lump in your throat.

“What?” Sevika’s face twists in confusion, her eyes scanning your body. You tighten your arms across your midsection, wanting to hide under the force of her gaze.

“You don’t have to say it. I know —“

“You look beautiful,” she says over your complaints, voice thick like molasses. “You know I find you beautiful.”

“But that was before —“

“That will never change,” She cuts you off again, eyes daring you to keep this up. “You could drop weight, gain it, lose a fucking limb, I don’t give a crap. You’re still you.”

“But —“

“No fucking buts or fucking ifs,” She grunts, leaning down to press a kiss to your mouth. “You’re my beautiful angel. I think you look ten times cuter than when we first met, doll.”

You blush against her mouth, kissing her softly. She pulls back to press a kiss to your temple.

“What is it that people call it?” She grumbles, arms wrapping around your naked body.

Your first instinct was to try and push her away when you felt her fingers sink into your fat. But it only lasts a second before you’re tentatively wrapping your arms around her, too.

“Relationship weight?” She asks, shrugging. “I don’t give a crap, you’re still fucking mine.”

You laugh and shake your head against her shoulder, tightening your arms around her. “Yours, love.”

Sevika smiles and kisses the top of your head. “Good girl. All mine, every delicious inch of you.”

You blush and bury your face into her shoulder. “So you don’t find me repulsive?”

“Repulsive?” She scoffs. “Hell no. More weight means more to love,” She laughs, throaty and deep. “Look at what you do to me. I’m saying the sappiest fucking shit.”

You laugh and kiss her jaw. “It was sappy but it was cute.”

“Yeah, don’t get too used to it,” She grumbles, kissing your hair. “Now, do you need company while you take your bath?”

You hear the suggestive tone and you blush. “Maybe I do.”

Thank you Anon for leaving this for me to write! Wanna write more for this. Might make it a Drabble/series if people are interested.

Just need to sit down and write a master list for everything. I didn’t expect people to enjoy my writing so I’m really glad! ☺️

Leave any more requests if you have any! And Ty for 200 followers!

#sevika x y/n #sevika arcane #sevika headcanon #sevika x you #arcane #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika x female reader #arcane sevika #sevika hc #sevika lol #sevika comfort #sevika my love #sevika fluff #sevika fanfic #sevika i love you #sevikaslatinawife

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vinnyvamppp · 3 months ago

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Runway Walk

"Let me see your runway walk, make your heels click, make the runway talk, c'mon."

A/N: The way... I got carried away with this word count. Can ya'll tell I've been holding back when it comes to Dick Grayson? Thanks to a fellow creator here for helping my creative flow with scrumptious fan art. You know who you are.

Warnings: Door-Knocking Time Pressure Smut™, Canon Violence Mentioned, Porn WITH a Plot, Fingering, Clothing Kink (Suit & Costume Removal), Desk Sex, Switchy Energy, Slight Powerplay, Emotional Tension, Dick Grayson Being Hot, Reader Being Sarcastic, Past History, Smut, Etc.

Synopsis: With twenty minutes to curtain call, a locked dressing room door, and a desk sturdy enough to ruin, you're about to discover there's nothing more dangerous than a man in a suit… especially when you designed it to come off.

Dick Grayson x Fem!Stylist!Reader

WC: 2.7k

The auction was hidden beneath the illusion of extravagance. Above ground, it was a high-profile Gotham fashion event—glittering with elite influencers, foreign investors, and too many champagne flutes balanced on too-thin fingers.

But below the stage, behind mirrored walls and beneath silken drapes, was the truth: a rotating selection of stolen tech, rare weapons, smuggled magic, and “exclusive clientele” that were, apparently, too powerful to touch. And right at the center of it all was you and Dick Grayson. You and him. And the walk that would undo everything.

The first time you saw Dick again after months of silence… He was ten minutes late, annoyingly calm, and wearing the wrong pants.

"Let me guess," you said, not even glancing up from the rack of hand-stitched blazers. "You stopped to rescue a cat from a burning building. Or flirt with a barista. Or maybe both?"

He laughed, that familiar sound that used to rattle your self-control. “You forgot ‘stop a black-market weapons deal in the Diamond District,’” he said, easing into the dressing area with the kind of grace that should’ve been illegal. “But yeah, the cat was cuter.”

You finally turned to look at him. Mistake number one. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, probably on purpose, and his smile had that particular tilt to it: a mix of charm and apology. And those damn eyes. Ocean-blue and too damn knowing. They flicked to your hands, your mouth, your outfit—absorbing everything like he always did.

“What?” you snapped, folding your arms. “Forget what I look like when I’m not yelling at you?”

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “That’s actually my favorite version.” You held his stare for two seconds longer than you meant to. Then you turned back to the rack. “You’re here to play runway model, not walk memory lane. Get your ass into the fitted pants before I change my mind.” He whistled low. “Still mad I ghosted, huh?”

“I’m not mad,” you said sweetly. “I just find it fascinating how a grown man can leap across rooftops, dodge bullets, and still somehow be deathly allergic to returning a text.” He winced slightly. Not enough to satisfy you, but enough to keep the fire burning.

"Look, I didn’t want to drag you into the mess," he said, softer now. "There were things I couldn’t explain, and I figured it was safer—" You cut him off with a wave. “Don’t care. Don’t want to hear it. You walked away, remember? Just like you always do.”

His smile faltered, then faded entirely. “…You always watch me leave,” he said, almost under his breath. You hated that it hit you. Right where he knew it would. And then he smirked again—pivoting, as always, from vulnerability back to charm. “So what do you think?” he asked, striking a pose in his current pants — the wrong pants, mind you. “Do I pull these off?”

“Not even a little,” you said flatly, snatching the correct pair from the hanger. “Put these on. And try not to break Gotham’s collective brain when you hit that runway.” He took the pants, brushed your fingers on purpose, and leaned just a little closer. “If I do,” he murmured, “you’ll take the credit, right? Since you’re the one dressing me to kill.”

You pretended his words didn't make you shiver, but now wasn't the time.

You stood at the edge of the bustling prep area, clipboard in hand, headset buzzing with last-minute changes. But none of it mattered. Because when Dick Grayson stepped onto that runway, tailored midnight-blue suit hugging every line, eyes cutting through the crowd like headlights, the world paused. It was straight out of a movie.

He moved like he owned the moment. Like the spotlight was just another streetlight to dance under. Nothing in your training prepared you for the sight of him. Every step is fluid, lethal, and smooth as silk. He wasn’t a model; he was a weapon, and he was wearing your design.

You swallowed hard. Goddamn him…

It was a slow burn of motion and magnetism, his body sculpted by shadow and spotlight. The suit— your suit—fits like sin itself. It's a dark navy with obsidian threading, subtle enough for the naked eye but glimmering under a flash. Cut low at the chest, hugging the lines of his torso, a whisper of rebellion against traditional formality. And he’s looking at you. Not the crowd, not the buyers, not the high rollers holding hidden paddles for illegal bids. But you.

As he walks—no, prowls—down the runway, his gaze never strays. Every step was a conversation: Do you see me now? Did you miss this? Are you still pretending you don’t want it?

Your breath catches, your heart racing as if going into a heart attack. The world blurs around the edges. That was until—chaos struck. Just as he reaches the end of the walk, the lights flicker once. A coded signal. You know it immediately; the auction is beginning.

“You didn’t tell me they were selling an energy core designed by WayneTech,” you hiss, dragging him into a side hallway behind a curtain of velvet. His back hits the wall. You’re close, too close, but you don’t back off, rather inching in. He exhales, lips twitching. “Was gonna tell you after the encore.”

“Dick.”

“Hey,” he says, voice lowering. “It’s not like I planned for them to use a fashion show as a front. But now that I’m here… we improvise.” You glare at him in silence. He doesn’t flinch; his eyes slowly flick to your lips. “I saw you watching me,” he says softly. You scoff, but your voice wavers with little confidence. “You were strutting like a damn peacock.”

“And you liked it.”

“…Shut up.”

His smile turns devilish. “You always get like this when you’re turned on and mad at me.” You shove his chest, not hard, but enough to let him know you're not playing. Except your hands don’t leave his suit, and his don’t leave your waist. For a moment, everything stills. Again. What is up with this? Then he leans in, mouth brushing your ear.

“I only have a few minutes before I have to intercept a buyer in the west wing,” he murmurs. “But if you don’t want to wait anymore…”

You inhale sharply. "Don't tease me," you whisper. "Not unless you mean it." His voice drops. The flirty edge disappears, and what replaces it? A raw and unfiltered longing. “I’ve always meant it,” he says. “You just never let me prove it.”

His hands slowly slide around your waist until your back hits the wall, too. There’s no air between you now. Only months of missed calls and unspoken confessions, but you want to kiss those pink lips. You want to take his damn suit off piece by piece— you designed it, after all.

He leans in again, mouth brushing yours, and stops. “Say the word,” he murmurs. “And I’ll forget the mission for one night. Just one.” Your hand's fist is in his lapels. You hate him, but, god, you need him.

BZZZZZT.

His earpiece crackles. Oracle’s voice, cutting in sharply. “Nightwing, buyers’s on the move. You have sixty seconds.” His forehead drops to yours. Frustrated and desperate. “Damn it,” he sighs.

You close your eyes. Try to calm the fire in your blood and the thrill that sent a heartbeat to your core. “…Go,” you whisper. “But you better come back.” His fingers skim your cheek. “Always,” he promises. And just like always, he walks away. But this time? You follow him with your eyes. And when he turns back, just before vanishing into the dark… He’s still watching you.

…

There are exactly twenty minutes until you're supposed to walk onstage and take your bow as the head designer. Which makes this —him— the worst idea. But when Dick Grayson slams the dressing room door behind him and shoves his earpiece deep into his jacket pocket, you know the decision's already been made. He’s out of breath with his cheeks flushed and hair tousled. “That’s it,” he pants. “I’m done pretending I can focus on anything else tonight.”

“You intercepted the buyer?” you ask, stepping back just enough so he couldn't hear your heart rattling within your chest. “Yeah,” he nods. “Swapped the intel. Knocked out two guards. Didn’t get shot. High score.”

“And your reward is barging into my dressing room?”

His smirk goes crooked, and his head tilts. “No. My reward is you looking at me like you’re two seconds from tearing this suit off with your teeth.” You blink and then scoff. “You’re delusional.” He closes the space between you in three long strides. “Then make me hallucinate harder.”

It's exciting, hands in hair, mouths crashing excitedly together. The heat between you is like fabric and friction and fire. His suit jacket—your suit jacket— rustles under your fingers, the tailored lines warping as you grab him and pull. “You're wrinkling my masterpiece,” you mutter against his mouth with a hiss. “Good,” he growls. “Maybe you'll have to make me another one.”

His hands are everywhere. Gliding under your shirt, gripping your waist, then up to your throat, not choking, just holding—possessive, reverent, but lost. When he backs you into the mirror, you gasp, and he drinks in the sound of oxygen. But the moment he reaches behind his neck and tugs hard at something hidden under the collar, you pull back.

And immediately burst into laughter. Because under the elegant suit? The Nightwing suit… is still on. “Tactical layering?” you snort, head dropping. “Seriously?” He groans. “I didn’t have time to take it off.”

“You never have time, Dick. Not to call, not to stay, and apparently not to remove your ridiculous birdsuit.”

“Hey,” he says, mock-offended, breath still shallow. “This is iconic.”

“It’s clingy.”

“So are you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You hook your fingers under the utility belt and drag it down, peeling the skintight suit from underneath the runway outfit. It's an awkward, tangled mess of Kevlar, spandex, and silk lining. “God, there are too many zippers,” you mutter, shoving one sleeve down.

“Bet you say that to all the vigilantes.”

“Only the hot ones.”

He huffs out a laugh, and then you're both quiet, staring at each other, the tension thick with want and everything unspoken. His voice drops. “You don’t have to pretend this is just a quickie, y'know.”

“Then stop acting like it has to be.”

He kisses you again, but slower this time, a little deeper. His fingers trail up your sides, under your shirt, sliding fabric away from your skin. “I want all of you,” he whispers against your jaw. “Not just this. Not just tonight.”

“Then prove it,” you breathe, undoing his suit pants. “Right now. Before they call my name.” He pauses for a moment before flashing a toothy grin.

“Oh. So this is what it's like to date a designer.”

“I’m not dating you.”

“You’re definitely about to fuck me.”

“Semantics.”

The next five minutes are a blur of kisses too hot to be gentle, fingers fumbling with fabric, and you swearing every time a perfectly placed seam rips. His mouth is everywhere—throat, collarbones, behind your ear, whispering things that should not be this tender when he's pressed between your thighs like a man possessed.

“I knew this suit was dangerous,” you pant, rolling your hips against him. “You designed a weapon,” he groans, breath-catching. “I’m just… following instructions,” an excuse hidden behind smiling cheeks.

The desk creaks, another light flickers, and your hair is a mess. His gloves are somewhere on the floor. And through it all, the two of you move together like this has been coming for years. Because it has. This isn’t just a release; it's a reunion of sorts. It's: You left. It's: I still waited. It's: This isn’t over when the zipper comes up.

"How fast can you come?" he mutters, breath hot against your collarbone, as he hikes your leg up onto his hip. You arch toward him. “You offering to set a record?” He grins something sharp and teasing, but there’s heat in his eyes. Not just lust, but aching… and maybe yearning.

His hands slide over your thighs, palms rough from training but gentle now. His fingers barely brush the seam of your panties, and you jolt with just the slightest twitch of your hips. He smiles against your throat—a wicked, reverent thing. "There it is," he murmurs. "Still know every little switch that flips you." Your panties are pushed aside, and he exhales sharply as his fingers stroke over your puffy, slick folds—almost in awe. As if golden gates had just parted for him, and all his desires lay in his wake. “Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re soaked.”

"You're late," you hiss before getting cut off with a kiss. Your teeth clash as tongues tangle in slippery heat. He slides two digits inside you without warning, and your breath stutters against his mouth. You can feel the desperation in his touch and the urgency in his movements.

His fingers slide inside you, curling to hit that spot deep within that makes you see stars. You moan, your hips bucking against his hand. His hand almost went numb as it basked in the silken warmth of your cunt as its nectar coated his palm. His forearm shifted beneath your weight, every stroke caressing a new inch. Every few pumps—his fingers take a new shape to stretch you out. Every second is being savored. "You gonna let me fuck you on this desk?" he says, voice thick. "Or should I put you on your knees first?" You bite his lower lip. “I’ll decide,” you whisper, pulling him in by the lapels.

He’s thick and hot in your hand when you reach for him. His cock is heavy, flushed, and already leaking at the tip. There's a slight purple hue, like his balls would bust if he didn't have you here and now. He groans low when you stroke him, your thumb circling his head, dragging down the length. His hips twitch against your touch. He chuckles—almost instinctively —as his nerves short-circuit, his eyes twitching. “Bossy,” he murmurs. “Always had a thing for your hands.”

“You're not exactly subtle yourself,” you smirk, squeezing a little harder. Causing him to suck in a breath. His hand tightens around your thigh. His thumb circles your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you in a rhythm that’s driving you wild. You can feel the orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in your abdomen. Shivers scale your spine, your head slamming back against the mirror as hushed, yet pornographic moans crawl from your lips.

"You gonna sit up here and look pretty, then?" he rasps, stepping between your legs and lining himself up against your entrance. The head of his cock teases at your slick, not yet pushing in—just pressing, waiting. You glance at the clock, and there's seven minutes ‘til curtain. “Hurry,” you breathe.

“You don’t tell me twice.”

He rasps, sinking into you slowly enough to make you claw at the desk, his hips grinding against yours, messy and hungry. There's a slight pop from the ring of muscle, blanketing him in a new warmth. It's thick and deep, stretching you full. You both groan at once. Your hands scramble for purchase at the edge of the desk, the lapels of his suit jacket—anything as he buries himself to the hilt. Makeup products clatter loudly on the floor, yet fall silent between the labored gasps you share. His hands are everywhere. Gripping your thighs, shoving fabric aside, palming your ass hard enough to leave bruises, desperately parting anything in his way.

“Oh my god—” you gasp, causing him to still with his cock pulsing inside you. “Too much?” he murmurs, voice hoarse, lips brushing your cheek with a gentleness. “No,” you breathe, digging your nails into his back. “Move.” He obeys. The pace starts rough and frantic, almost the kind of thrust born from months of unresolved tension. The desk rattles beneath you, your back arching with each push. His hands grip your hips, then your waist, and then one rises to cradle the back of your head as he leans in to kiss you through it. It's like he doesn't know what to do, yet he does it all so well at once. The silk lining of his jacket burns against your bare skin, sliding rough where your body’s slick and trembling.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls against your mouth. You moan, dragging your nails down his spine. “Bet you say that to all your stylists.”

“Only the ones who fuck me like they own me.” You clench around him—hard, juices sputtering—and he gasps. “Shit. Don’t do that or I’ll—”

“Already close?” You tease, sweat beading at your temples. “Grayson, I expected better.”

He pulls out almost completely, letting the tip of his cock rest against the rim, then slams back in hard enough to jolt a moan from your throat. “Keep talking,” he pants, “and I’ll bend you over the chair next.” His thrusts are slow and deep, just to tease, but hungry. His lips find your throat, ghosting over your pulse. Your chest, where one hand cups your breast, mouth latching to a nipple as he rolls his hips against you, every movement built to ruin you. You groan, clinging to one another. “Say it,” he whispers. “Tell me you still want me.”

“Fuck, Dick—”

“Say it.”

You kiss him instead—all teeth and tongue and breathless confession. “I wanted this every night you left.”

His forehead drops to yours. “Never again.” You’re so close. And he knows it. He can feel it in the way your legs lock around him. The way your velvety ridges contract around his cock. The way your pussy kisses every vein, caressing him like he never left. His jaw tightened, truly trying his best to remain quiet.

Yet, the desk thuds against the wall with every frantic thrust, papers scattering, a mug crashing to the floor. It's a riot of noise. Panting, gasping, the cascading sound of skin colliding—and Dick’s voice, low and rough in your ear: "You gonna come for me right here, baby? Gonna soak my cock while half of Gotham waits for your big debut?" At this point, you're driven back against the mirror with each pummel of his pelvis. There was a tension and risk bleeding in every frantic breath that made it impossible to think. The door rattled once, perhaps someone brushing past or trying to enter. You stiffened upon instinct, but Dick's pearly whites beamed against your neck. "You make the prettiest fucking mess, y'know that?" Oh, this fucker. He's trying to embarrass you.

The rhythmic rocking of his hips begins to take a new shape, purely focusing on making you cum. Wet strings of arousal strung to his pelvis, his cock absolutely smothered in combined juices. He could practically taste it. He wished he could take his time with you—spread you open and suck on that clit ‘til you’re limp and shaking, pleading and praising him. But none of that mattered, not as he watched his dick disappear and return wetter than the last.

Just as your orgasm builds and tenses, he reaches between you, rubbing your clit in tight, expert circles. “Come for me,” he breathes. “I want to feel you lose it. Right here. Right now.” He grows frantic as his hips stutter when slamming into yours with desperate but bruising force, and you cling to him, your legs trembling, your climax burning so close you can't form words. Dick buries his face in your shoulder, "Cum for me. Fuck, please — let go — I need to feel you lose it on me," He says, voice ragged.

That mind-numbing restraint snaps within. A sudden heat unfurls within as your body lurches forward into him. Your guttural groan is muffled by his shoulder as you cling to him—pulsing around his cock. He follows with a broken sound, knees nearly buckling and hips still rolling as he spills into you. He purposefully nuzzled himself—hoping he could view it drip out later. His dick felt raw.

Now, it's just silence and sweat and eyes boring deeply into one another. You slide your fingers through his hair, still trying to come down. “…You ruined my underwear,” you whisper. He smiles against your skin. “You ruined me.”

A knock. “Designer to the stage in three minutes!” You both groan. His head drops against your shoulder, and you bite back a laugh. “I have to go,” you whisper. He pulls back just far enough to meet your eyes. “Can I see you after?”

“Not this time.” He presses one more kiss, softer than all the rest—to the corner of your mouth. “Break a leg,” he murmurs. You adjust your shirt, and he zips up before you toss him his wrinkled suit jacket. He catches it midair, grinning as he helps you fix your clothes, pressing soft kisses to your jaw as he zips you up and tucks himself back into the damn suit.

You both look wrecked. Perfect. And as he slips out the back door—one last look over his shoulder, he says, “You're still the best thing I’ve ever worn.” You smile, smitten, before calling out to him. "I know you'll be watching, and you better stay close. Because next time? I'm on top."

A/N: Feel free to leave comments and suggestions! This is my first DC related post.... woooo Dick Grayson the man you are.

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teatreeoilll · 2 years ago

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𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲 (𝗛𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿)

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w/c - 2.6k content - MDNI! 18 +, fem!reader, porn with plot, asking a man in a suit to not take it off when he fucks you, not proofread because it's so late rn, hope I'll get to it tomorrow

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When Higuruma Hiromi finished climbing up the stairs, moving slowly and sighing until he finally reached his apartment, the walls around the floor were already rhythmically humming.

"Fucking hell," It took every single ounce of strength in his body to turn away from his own door and turn to knock on the neighbors'.

Goddamn it, not him again, you think as you unlock the door, wincing at the passing thought of ever finding the grumpy, tired man waiting outside of your apartment in any way attractive.

"Yes?" You utter, cross-armed with a fake smile glazing your lips.

He stares into the space behind you for a moment before meeting your eyes, "I'm sorry to bother you," you should be sorry for bothering me, "I know we've had this discussion before," about a million goddamn times, "but if you wouldn't mind," before I go insane, "turning down the music?"

"Listen," you drawl, mimicking his calm tone through gritted teeth, "we talked this through already. It's still early, and it's not against the law to listen to music at a reasonable volume in my own apartment."

Higuruma's eye twitched at the words, still trying to retain a neutral expression. The law? You're bringing up the law? Now, Higuruma Hiromi didn't consider himself a proud man, but the next words to come out of his mouth made his self-respect plummet, "I'm sorry, it's just that ever since my wife died, I've been having trouble sleeping."

You blink slowly, your arms dropping to the sides of your body, "O-oh," you babbled, "I'm so sorry, I didn't - I - " the heat rises to your cheeks, "I'm so sorry, uh, I didn't catch your name - "

"Higuruma Hiromi," he adds.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Hiromi; I'll turn it down."

That evening, Hiromi sinks on the sofa like he's carried by angel's wings, relishing in the serene, tranquil, long-awaited silence. But something itches at the back of his mind; he spent too many days in court to know that a lie will always come back to bite.

"Shit," you hiss as your groceries hitting the building's floor, apples rolling on the tiles beneath you. "Stupid apples," you grumble as you stoop down, desperately trying to stuff them into your overflowing bag.

"Do you need help?" A voice behind you asks.

"It's fine," you breathe, catching another rolling apple in your hand, "I'm just here, uh, cussing at the fruit."

"I can see that," and Hiromi crouches down to help you, the fabric of his suit rustling as his pale fingers help you pick up the things off the floor.

You unlock your door, pushing it in with your shoulder, and your neighbor follows suit into your apartment.

"Where do I - " Hiromi stands at the entrance, his arms packed with your shopping.

"Oh - uh, " you walk to the kitchen counter, "right here is fine," you fix your gaze on the man unloading your shopping, a strand of hair falling on his forehead as he does. "Thank you."

After he finished, his eyes turn to find yours, and you're not quite sure why you're staring or at what, with your gaze rolling from his suit to his dark eyes, but you manage to conclude that, strangely enough, it's not unnatural to see him standing in your kitchen.

A long moment of silence graces the room before he finally utters, "It's nothing."

You thank him three more times while he exits your apartment, and he brushes off each one. It's only after he leaves that you notice the rapid pace of your heart, and you walk to the mirror to look at your face, standing before it for a moment, wondering how long it has been since you've turned this deep shade of crimson.

Oh god, you're so nice.

"I've brought them up for you, I hope you don't mind," you smile at your neighbor, bent over in your too-tight lounge shorts to put a stack of letters near his door, "they just seemed to be piling up."

"You really didn't have to," He mutters, crouching to meet you at the bottom of his door, gathering the letters in his hands.

But you just kept the smile on your face, so soft and considerate the pangs of guilt overturned his stomach. "Oh, and - uh," is my face growing red? "I - I baked some cookies, I mean," you falter, "I mean, I baked too many cookies. Would you like some?"

Maybe he is attractive, your neighbor, with his soft and tired dark eyes; or maybe it's the depth of sorrow you thought resided in them that made the need to help him grow.

It would be rude to decline, wouldn't it? "S-sure," he says - But it's immoral to agree, and the thought fades at the scent of fresh baked goods from your apartment already filling the hallway.

You don't mean to be rude when you walk through his door, setting a small plate of glazed lemon cookies on his old coffee table, your gaze darting to the pile of records on the shelf in the corner, "So, you do like music," you chuckle, eyes fluttering over the names on the covers.

"I do," he admits, the soft lemon cookie melting on his tongue, "But if Sinatra came here and sang while I'm trying to sleep, I don't think I'd like him that much anymore."

You catch his gaze, and your lips twitch for a moment before you burst into laughter. God, he stares at you, thinking you're an almost ethereal sight as you browse his records, perched on his old leather couch, laughing at something he said, with your smile scrunching the corners of your eyes so gracefully he thinks he just might -

"Love?" you ask.

"Yes?"

And you laugh again, "No - I meant, Love." You point at the record sitting on the top of the shelf, "Didn't take you for one to listen to them."

He coughs, a red blush dusting his pale cheeks, "It's a good album."

"It is, I don't think I've ever heard it on vinyl," you say, the palms of your hands grazing your thighs as you lift yourself up from the sofa, "Well, I think I better be off - "

"Would you like to?" He asks.

"Sure."

As you sit there, listening to the soft flamenco-style guitar flowing from the record player, it takes everything from Hiromi to calm the urge to touch you or at least hold your hand, fuck, he'd settle for a brush of your fingers against his own. Tackling these urges, blatantly ignoring the music, his mind replays the same old words he'd read countless times, a thing he usually does when he's trying to take his mind off something; - One sultry evening early in July a young man emerged from the small furnished lodging he occupied in a large five-storied house on Pereoulok S - , and turned slowly, with an air of indecision, towards the K - bridge.* *a/n: the opening line of Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The faint smile you give him as you meet him at the entrance to the building makes the blood rush to his ears.

"Good evening," you say, and Hiromi thinks it really is much better now.

"Good evening," he answers, pointing at the exit, "I'm out to the convenience, do you need anything?"

You shake your head, "Thank you," you say before continuing the path up the stairs.

It's a frantic knock on the door that startles you once you're out of the shower, and you rush to open it, towel still wrapped around your damp hair.

"Yes?" Your gaze meets a young, short-haired woman, a stack of papers barely fitting in the grip of her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she apologizes, "I must have gotten the doors mixed up, does Higuruma Hiromi live on this floor?"

You nod, pointing a finger to the door next to yours, "But I just saw him leaving."

"Oh, crap -," the woman mutters, "I'm terribly sorry to ask this, but these are for the trial tomorrow," she lifts the papers up a bit, "would you mind if I leave them with you?"

"Trial?" You inquire, already holding your hands out to take the papers.

"Yes, a boy arrested on suspicion of murder and robbery," she sighs, "he won't let it go."

You hold the stack of papers, "Hiromi's a lawyer?"

The woman chuckles, "Oh, ah - yes."

"He works so hard," you think aloud, "even after what happened to his wife."

The woman's brows furrow, "Wife? Oh god, no, Mr. Higuruma's not married."

You tilt your head, your eyes narrowing at her words, "Sorry - uhm, has he ever been married?"

She shakes her head, "Well, I'll just leave these with you; I'll call him so he'll pick them up once he returns," she parts with a curt bow.

Loud. Insufferably, overwhelmingly, dreadfully, loud. The music crashes onto the walls, making them buzz so furiously you would have missed the knock on the door if only you weren't already waiting for it.

"Yes?" you scoff at the puzzled lawyer standing at your doorstep.

Hiromi's eyebrows knit together, the music reverberating through the staircase as he asked, "It's a bit loud, don't you think?"

You step away for a moment to find the stack of papers, returning to the doorstep to shove it in his arms, "Why? Will it piss off your imaginary wife?"

Oh, he thinks, and the door slams in his face.

He goes into his apartment and places the papers on the coffee table. He sits down to read them, only to find his eyes skimming over the letters, not quite making any sense of what he's reading with the music playing through the wall and his conscience raging in his mind.

Another knock on the door, and you open it with a huff, "Forgot something?"

Hiromi stands with his arms dangling by the sides of his body, a soft look in his eyes as he mutters, "I'm sorry."

He's just a neighbor, right? A nice one, at that, with a handsome face and kind eyes. Why am I so angry? Why's the music blaring with the intent of ruining his evening? Why's he standing so close -

It's an eternity in your mind, but only a few seconds pass while you think, unconsciously staring directly at his lips. He catches that, of course, he wouldn't get anywhere in court if he wasn't mindful of nuance.

The first thing you feel is his hand grasping at the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close to him. Next, the soft brush of his lips against yours as he breathes, "Is this alright?"

You don't answer; instead, you grasp at his arms through the fabric of his suit, capturing his lips as a fog settles in your mind, a soft hum running from your mouth to his.

His arms wander on your body while you relish in the softness of his lips; they skim across your lower back to come down and hold a firm grip on your ass when his tongue finally darts into your mouth. "Fuck," he pants, pushing you up against the wall, and you only momentarily remember you should probably close the damn door.

"Hm?" he puzzles when you break away from the kiss, watching you gesture towards the door, "I guess you can be considerate towards your neighbors," and he pushes the door, his tongue returning to your mouth before he even hears the closing thud.

It doesn't take long for him to slide his hand from your ass into your pants, long fingers gliding on your lower stomach, dragging the fabric of your underwear to the side as he rubs circles over your clit. "Don't be so quiet," he hums against your lips when he sees you biting back your moans, "Trust me, no one can hear you through this noise."

"Fuck, Hiro - " you gasp at the feeling of his fingers entering your cunt, one look at his glazed-over eyes and you try to desperately press your lips to his again, but he finds the crook of your neck instead, sucking on the skin there, leaving small bruises while his fingers glide in and out of your soaked cunt.

Each graze of his teeth against your neck makes you clench against his fingers, and he feels himself growing unbearably hard at the feeling, the slight friction of his cock rutting against the fabric of his trousers barely enough to give him some relief.

"Shit, sucking my fingers in like that - " he murmurs against your neck, the pads of his fingers caressing the spot that made you whimper, "You close?" And you feel the knot in your stomach come undone at his words, wetness gushing over his fingers as your body quivers.

You let out a choked gasp when he picks you up from the floor, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Your clothes are discarded by the time you reach the couch, and you're trapped under him, back pressed against the sofa while the fabric of his suit rubs against your naked body.

The jacket of his suit falls to the floor, and his hand reaches to undo his tie, "N-no," you breathe, "Leave it on," you say as your hand works on the zipper of his trousers, pulling them down together with his underwear just low enough for his cock to spring out.

"Dirty," he chuckles against your lips, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. You moan at the feeling, pushing your hips down to take in the tip, "I always liked lawyers," you push a hand up to grip his hair, tugging at the soft strands.

"Did you now?" His muscles tighten as he pushes his cock further into you, rolling his hips to finally bottom out inside you.

"Mhmm," you moan into his mouth, feeling your pussy push against his thrusts, drunk on the soft smell of his cologne lingering in the air.

"Hiro - " you can barely breathe out his name with the feeling of his cock working you open, your hand leaving his hair to grip at his tie dangling from his neck, holding it tightly in your fist.

"God," he groans, chasing his climax with deeper thrusts, "you really do like lawyers," he huffs as your pussy clenches against him, the heat spreading under his skin.

He pulls out, and you whimper at the absence of his cock as he flips you, your head pressed flat against the couch, your ass perked up against his hips. His thrusts feel unbelievably deeper from that angle, his hand reaching to grip mercilessly at your hair to pull your head up.

"Ah - Fuck -," you babble, "Hiro - I - ," your reach a hand to rub your clit, his thrusts a perfect pace to the coiling tension in your stomach, and he anchors his hand on the fat of your ass, fingers digging deeper as he bites back his moans, coming closer to his own release.

"I - Ah -, " and you don't even finish your moan as your back arches, heat coursing through your body as you come, feeling as if you'd collapse if not for his hand holding you up by your hair. His hips stutter, a silent 'fuck' escaping his lips as you feel his seed painting your walls, his thrusts finally slowing down.

He pulls out, releasing the grip on your hair, and you turn a flushed gaze towards him, a dazed smile glazing your lips. He adjusts himself back in his trousers, his eyes falling on the speakers on your table, still ruthlessly blasting music.

"Is this the..?" He motions towards the speakers, and you nod.

He gets up, his hand twisting the volume knob until the white mark on it touches zero. The room grows silent.

Finally, he thinks.

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jehhskz · 7 months ago

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Love Again - Part 2

she fell first, and she fell harder

summary: you just got back to Seoul, and hopefully you'll get back into his heart too

genre: romance, fluffy cliche, second chances, smut

warning: this fic contains smut, so it was made for adults only, MDNI.

jé's note: did a little something super self indulgent, if you read this, please be kind, it's my first time and english isn't my first language. huge thank you for my girlies for all the support, special thanks to @doitforbangchan & @jeonginsleftcheek for beta reading it, your words made me happy. and it got a little big, so i had to split it into 2, the link for part 1

divider by @saradika-graphics

After the passport issue, Joo-wan rearranged for you to go with the boys to Japan. At first you were excited, making plans just like you did for Australia, but now you were desperate texting everyone from the staff team to go on your behalf, but unfortunately, everybody already had their own plans they couldn’t cancel.

You wanted to cry, you didn't want to be near Hyunjin, you didn't want to hear his voice and didn't want to see him, because you knew you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears, like you weren't now, already feeling them falling down on your cheeks.

You were watching everyone's close friends stories, loving to see the boys partying and having fun, you chuckled seeing the picture Changbin posted of him carrying Hyunjin in their ‘honeymoon’ as he captioned, Joo-wan video dancing to My House by 2PM was amazing, but something you saw in the back caught your attention: Chae-hee going upstairs hugging Hyunjin, your laughing stopped and your heart sank.

Then it was Na-yeon's video with Minho, they appeared in the back again, a new angle, making their way to the stairs, Hyunjin's arm was thrown over her shoulder. But the worst was yet to come.

Heyoon rushed home as soon as she finished her work, finding you crying, curled in your bed, she laid behind you, a comforting hand gently tapping your shoulder as you told her all about it. It all started when you saw the green neon ring, Chae-hee added you to her close friends.

There was a picture of Hyunjin, his back turned to the mirror, you couldn’t see his face, but Chae-hee’s, she was hugging him, head resting on his shoulder and she had her tongue out, looking directly at the mirror as she took the picture.

Next one was them lying in bed, it was mostly their faces but you could still see the clothes on, he had his eyes closed and a slight smile, Chae-hee was doing a peace sign and winking, she wrote ‘the best day’ on it.

Then the last one made your stomach twist, it was the day after, Chae-hee made a video, Slow Down by Chase Atlantic was playing, it was blurry at the beginning but it was clearly Hyunjin lying there, peacefully sleeping, then she turned the camera, giggling and blowing kisses, wearing nothing but his robe, the Hyunjin engraved appearing as she stopped in front of the mirror, ending the vídeo.

Timing's really a bitch. As you saw the grey bar of that last stories coming to an end, you got a new message:

Jagiya: about to catch the flight, missing you 😘

The pang in your heart got worse.

~ {♡} ~

“Oh my God, Na-yeon!” Chae-hee grabbed the younger by her arms roughly “How many times do I have to tell it's three steps then turn to the right, not to the left!”

“I'm sorry, Chae-hee. I'll pay more attention from now on” Na-yeon's voice was shaky.

“You better, we are about to debut, mistakes like this aren’t supposed to happen” Chae-hee glanced at the girls, as if warning.

Their music was still playing and the volume was up, so they only realized the door was opened when you stepped in. Chae-hee was still gripping on Na-yeon's arms, her long nails digging on the flesh, she let go of her roughly when she saw you.

Her grip quickly turned into an embrace, a stupid attempt to fool you or whoever walked in that nothing was happening.

“Oh, excuse me” You said as you rushed to the couch “I forgot my water bottle here”

Of course, of all the people, you had to run on Chae-hee, you didn't notice her grin when she saw you, so triumfant for the way you and Hyunjin fell apart, but you surely noticed the fear in Na-yeon's eyes, when she glanced at you and then your suspicious were confirmed, there it was: the last strike.

With a last glance before closing the door, Chae-hee smirked, waving at you.

Enjoy while it lasts Chae-hee, that smirk will vanish your lips really soon, you thought while you waved back and closed the door.

Now, all you needed was to come with a plan to gather proof. And tag along with the Hyung Line for their solo mv's shooting, a full group mv shooting, going to do christmas shopping and attend a birthday party all in the while keep avoiding Hyunjin. Ugh, the end of semesters can be so tiring.

~ {♡} ~

You were acting weird, Hyunjin realized it as soon as you reunited after he came back from Australia, barely hugging him when you met at the company, which at first he thought it was because there was people around, but then you were taking longer and longer to answer his texts, so cold and distant, so different from your usual bubbly self.

Then, you'd give excuses to not be alone with him and didn't even bring coffee for the boys as you usually did. At first he didn’t pay much mind, you were probably pmsing, Hannah would always get moody around this time of the month, Chan told him.

But damn, how long does a pms lasts? The weeks were passing and it only seemed like you were becoming more distant, more strange.

He was looking gorgeous, yeah you thought it all the time, but this time, wearing a crop top, he was just extra good, the sight of his abs making you want to cry, because there was nothing you wanted more than kiss and lick the exposed skin. And he knew it, so the fact you didn't push him inside the nearest storage room was weird af.

Also, what were you doing typing so fast and with your eyes glued on your phone all the time?

Annoyed, during the break from filming, he grabbed the device from you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you inside a storage.

“Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?” You were surprised as you watched him close the door, lean on his back and scroll through your phone, reading your messages.

“All good… will be great… you know the place?… see you tomorrow… can't wait?” He was reading your texts aloud.

“It seems like you're being the crazy one here” He stared at you “Are you cheating on me?”

Hyunjin's audacity was something you always loved, but right now?

It was annoying you beyond limits.

“What?” Your eyes widened as you heard his question, he couldn’t be serious “Are you insane? Of course not!”

“Then what the fuck is this?” He showed the screen to you, your chat with Min Kyu on display.

“It's just some work stuff” You shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

“Some work stuff?”

“Yeah”

“Just that?” He insisted, hoping you'd tell him what exactly you've been up to, but instead you just nodded and then stayed silent.

“So this is how it's going to be? We've got secrets from each other now” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah, I guess so” You crossed your arms in front of your chest “You didn't seem to care when it was your turn”

“Oh my God, y/n. Is it still about Chae-hee? I told you, I didn’t tell you she was there because it wasn't a big deal!” His tone was hard, he was annoyed you were still holding grudges.

That was what it was for him, no big deal. He cheated on you, he fucked Chae-hee and it wasn't a big deal.

“Right, no big deal. The party? No big deal either” You scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s nothing serious either, you get drunk and those stuff happens”

No big deal. Stuff happens.

You clenched your fists, his luck was him being at work, and being called by another staff that was looking for him.

“Don't think we're done, because we aren’t” His voice was cold, he was clearly mad at you, as if he had any right to be, you thought.

But he still grabbed your jaw to hold you in place and gave you a quick kiss before leaving to film.

Proving your heart and brain weren’t connected, you kissed him back and it made you even more annoyed.

You were avoiding him the majority of time and would have left if Hyunjin didn’t predict that and walked away with your phone, forcing you to wait until he finished filming.

Hyunjin was mad because you were being a brat for no reason. If there was a person who had the right to be mad at him, it was Felix, and the boy was completely fine.

No, Hyunjin wasn’t a heartless bitch like you were thinking, it was simply that you and him had different pov’s of what happened in Australia.

Every story has two sides: what people remember and what really happened.

You knew Chae-hee and Hyunjin's side, now let's go back to that night and find out who was speaking the truth.

~ {♡} ~

“You're so cute, I'm gonna eat bread” Hyunjin threw himself over Jeongin, disheveling the younger's hair.

“Noo, leave me alone” Jeongin held his hands, and Hyunjin sniffed him, murmuring against his head that his hair smelled good.

“I think you should stop drinking” Jeongin said as he fixed Hyunjin's posture, sitting him properly on the couch.

Hyunjin nodded and then leaned on his back.

“No more drinking” He smiled cheekly.

“Seriously, you had enough” Jeongin laughed.

“Inniee, when am I not being serious?” Hyunjin threw his hands up, then looked at Jeongin when the boy opened his mouth to reply “Don't!”

After a few minutes, Hyunjin seemed to be fine, he told Jeongin he didn’t need to worry and that he would head to their room soon. He wasn’t too drunk, it was okay to leave him alone, so Jeongin thought he could make a quick stop at the kitchen.

“Hey there” Hyunjin jolted when Chae-hee sat beside him, making her giggle, she held out a drink for him.

“No, thanks. I'm fine” He waved, but she kept her hand still.

“Please Hyun, I insist” She smiled at him “Just a toast, uh? To celebrate the success of the tour”

He looked at her and then at the cup.

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes and he thought why not, just a cup wouldn’t be bad, he took it and she grinned.

“Cheers!” She clinked their cups, eyes locked with his as they drank.

Her breath caught in her throat when his face twisted, but she breathed again when she saw he kept drinking.

Just one drink became a few more, until Hyunjin got tired and stood up, he tripped when he took a step. Chae-hee quickly stood up and held him.

“Hey, easy there, buddy” Chae-hee giggled, placing his arm over her shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist.

“C'mon, I'll help you” And just like that, she guided him towards the stairs.

Jeongin saw them going, but since he didn’t know about you and him being together and knew about Chae-hee's interest in Hyunjin, he didn't pay much mind.

Entering the room Chae-hee saw the mirror next to the door and smirked, she turned Hyunjin to stand facing her, hugging him and quickly snapped a picture.

Too drunk to notice, he plopped down on the bed as soon as she let him go, and she laid by his side.

Chae-hee tried to lean closer to him, but he turned to the other side.

She tried again, using her hand to turn his face to her but he turned back again. Chae-hee scoffed and sat down, crossing her arms, thinking.

“Hyun, why are you being so cold with me? Don’t you like me anymore?” Chae-hee whispered, looking down at him, Hyunjin didn’t say a thing.

The girl grabbed her phone and clicked on the filming icon, hopefully she could take a good screenshot later. She laid back again.

“Is it because of y/n, isn't it?” Hyunjin smiled when she mentioned your name.

“I remember the way you used to look at me, watch me practice…” Her breath hit his neck, making him chuckle slightly and shift away.

“You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?” She teased him and he drunkenly nodded, Chae-hee smirked.

“Well, I’m here now, this is your chance” Chae-hee shrugged, seeing he didn’t make a move, she tugged him by his shirt, pulling him closer to her, throwing a leg over his, ‘side straddling’ him.

He groaned, placing a hand on her waist and Chae-hee smirked.

“Chae-hee?” Hyunjin whispered and she leaned closer.

“Yes, Hyun?” Her voice was sultry, she closed her eyes, leaning even closer.

“I'm gonna…” But he didn’t finish the phrase, because he started vomiting.

“Ewwww” Chae-hee screamed and scooted away from him like a flash “What the fuck??”

Hyunjin rolled on his back again, his eyes still closed.

Chae-hee got off the bed with a jump, her face twisted in disgust when she looked at the mattress, but then her gaze landed on the Versace robe thrown over a chair and it gave her an idea.

Luckily she decided to wear a sleeveless top tonight, so when she took her jacket off and wore the robe, positioning her phone on the right angle it gave the illusion she was bare under it. Perfect.

Taking a last glance at him, she assumed he fell asleep, because he didn’t shift. So Chae-hee took the robe off, threw it back on the chair and rushed outside of the room.

She ran into Felix as she was heading back to the stairs, and he believed her lame excuse of the bathroom downstairs being occupied. He was sharing the room with Hyunjin, and was just about to find his drunk friend there.

~ {♡} ~

It was usual for some idols to have a ‘favorite’ practice room, some would even say the aura was different, it gave them good luck and such things. For Chae-hee, her preference for that practice room was because she heard Jong-ho - her staff - saying the security camera stopped working a few months ago.

After you confirmed your suspicions about Chae-hee abusing Na-yeon, you knew you needed more than words to prove it. Learning the camera wasn't working felt very disappointing, but also made sense why that room was always reserved for LuaX.

You knew Na-yeon wouldn’t have the guts to expose Chae-hee, so you had to come with a plan C, and that's when you texted Min Kyu, being a software engineer, he surely would know what to do.

Not telling anyone about your plan was difficult, you hated keeping secrets, especially from Hyunjin, but you thought he would think you were just trying to get rid of Chae-hee because you were being jealous, plus he didn’t tell you she was there in Australia, and Hyunjin had a lot of chances to, and then… he fucked her there, and couldn’t even man up and tell you he fucked up and apologise or break up.

Jagiya: where are you?

To avoid curious eyes, you and Min Kyu met up at the agency on saturday morning, a day you knew the company would be almost empty.

“Are you sure this will work?” You asked, watching him sitting down on the floor, installing a micro camera inside an electrical outlet.

“You'd be surprise with the quality” He looked up and smirked “Why don't you pick the laptop, I'll move around for you to check?”

“Okay” You went to sit down on the couch and put the laptop on your thighs “Is this C34 program?”

“Yeah, just click and it will start automatically”

“Alright” You clicked and the vídeo player appeared on the screen, you saw the room and Min Kyu walking around perfectly.

“It's great!” You clapped, watching him jumping around and you chuckled.

Jagiya: what do you mean you aren’t coming tonight?

Jagiya: yongbok just told me

Jagiya: why aren't you replying to my messages?

Jagiya: never mind, be ready at 7, i'm coming to pick you up

You: don’t, i’m not going

~ {♡} ~

Hyunjin went, and now it was 7:20, you left him on the couch, but he moved to your bedroom, lying in your bed while you were in the shower, because there was no way you’d appear on the holiday festivities of the team wearing sweatpants. Your little jolt of surprise when you walked in and saw him there didn't go unnoticed by him, who laughed even more when you opened your drawer and closet to pick your clothes.

“You can change here, you know?” He said cheekly “It's nothing I've never seen before”

“No!” Your exclamation before shutting the bathroom's door made him chuckle.

You looked pretty, Hyunjin thought, when you came back all dolled up, wearing an army green top and dark wash jeans that matched his and black boots. You were putting on your earrings when he got up.

“You're looking good” Hyunjin said as he stood behind you.

“Thanks, you look good too” He was wearing a light blue shirt that you were pretty sure was from Versace.

“I know” His cocky grin appeared.

You looked at you both in the mirror. He wasn’t supposed to be there first place, but damn, why was it so hard for you to ignore him? Why did you have to be the weakest soldier?

Maybe, just maybe… you had hoped it all was a huge misunderstanding, but then…

You saw the photos, the video, how could you still be so delusional if there was proof?

And why did he keep acting like nothing happened? He didn't have any consideration for you?

If Chae-hee didn't post, he'd be fooling you all that time. This realization made your heart sink.

Chae-hee was still a major bitch, of course, but she actually did you a favor, showing you his true colors.

“Where's your car?” You looked around when you left the house, then turned to face him.

“It's home, I’ll be drinking so I’m not driving tonight” His phone buzzed and he grabbed it from his pocket, he smiled.

“Great, Felix's coming” Hyunjin threw an arm over your shoulder and you shivered, but instead of hugging him back, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“Don't you think you're exaggerating?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or being serious. Either way, it annoyed you.

“I mean, I get you're jealous, it was even kind of cute before, but now it's starting to piss me off” You shifted away from him.

“Well, if I'm bothering you so much, why don't you go out with Chae-hee instead?” You saw him roll his eyes, leaning back against the wall “You two seemed to have so much fun together”

“Damn it y/n!” He ran his hand through his hair and then pointed at you “See? That's why I didn’t tell you she was there, because you'd start a tempest in a teapot”

“Ohh so now it's my fault?”

“I was thinking about you and…” His tone was raising, but you interrupted him.

“Thinking about me? I think I was the last thing crossing your mind while you were there distracting her!”

“I told you I accepted to go out because she was crying, she’s about to debut, that’s not easy y/n, I've been there, I know how it feels!”

“So being the great person you’re, you were just comforting her…” He nodded, despite your ironic tone “Hyunjin's so great, taking his little friend to get ice cream, yeah”

“I know she wasn't sucking just popsicles!” You snapped and his eyes widened.

“What do you mean?”

“The party, Hyunjin. Stop trying to fool me, I know everything, Chae-hee posted you and her together!”

Hyunjin had no idea about what you thought that happened at the party, until now. Damn, he barely had any memories from it, aside from some flashes of him dancing, drinking and the worst headache he ever felt on the next day.

“But y/n, I didn’t… I…”

“Shhh, do us both a favor and don't even start!” You waved him off, turning away, just a little more and you knew you'd be pathetically crying in front of him.

He didn’t have much time to think or even say anything else, because Felix's car was just turning the corner and driving down the street.

You stayed silent the whole drive to the restaurant, staring out of the window and wiping the insistent tears that would escape, glad your mascara was waterproof.

~ {♡} ~

Some of the staff and the boys were already there when you arrived. You made sure to sit with Changbin and Chaeryeong, staying very far away from Hyunjin, avoiding even looking at his way.

Joo-wan was grilling the beefs, Seungmin was making sure no one’s cup was empty and you were concealing your sadness really well, enjoying the chat with your friends.

During the drive there, Hyunjin tried to remember the details of that night, he remembered Chae-hee being at the party, she had some drinks with her, he tripped and then he was already in bed. He remembered her talking to him…

And that was all. He was sure he didn’t do anything, there was no way, but what the hell were those stuff you said you saw?

That was the question burning in the back of Hyunjin's head… until the alcohol kicked in.

“Alright, alright. Time to reveal our resolutions for next year!” Changbin exclaimed excitedly.

“Are we finally seeing your abs?” Minho teased, making everyone laugh.

“Wait, what resolutions?” Jisung's eyes got wide.

“I have no idea” Jeongin chuckled.

“Well, you'd know what I'm talking about if you checked the group chat” Changbin said, annoyed and the boys laughed.

“Which reminds me, where's our list from last year? We gotta check if we achieved it or not” He looked over everyone and nobody had a clue.

“Wait, wasn't Han responsible for that?” Seungmin questioned and Jisung grabbed his phone, checking the notes.

“Oh shit, I lost it” He whined.

“Jisung's resolution: stop losing things!” Minho chuckled when Han cursed him.

“Now Chan, what's your plans for next year?” Changbin turned to the older.

“Okay, let’s see…” Chan thought for a moment “Next year I plan on fixing my sleep”

“I'll learn english!” Minho raised his hand.

And so it went, Chaeryeong was taking notes as everyone would list their resolutions.

“Next year I won’t let people use me as they please” You said looking directly at Hyunjin and despite being drunk, he understood it right away.

“Ohh that's a good one!” Joo-wan high fived you.

“Next year I'll talk to my partner instead of jumping to conclusions” It was Hyunjin's turn, and he stared at you too.

“Oh yeah, communication’s important” A drunk Jeongin nodded.

“I won’t need to jump into conclusions because my partner won’t give me reasons to be suspicious of him” You looked at him again.

“Yes, we love reassuring men!” Nabi, another staff member, clapped.

Han and Felix exchanged looks.

“I'll wear more crop tops on stage!” Jeongin said completely oblivious to the tension going on.

“I won’t waste my time with a girl who doesn't trust me” Hyunjin scoffed.

“Yeah, if she doesn’t trust you, she isn't worth it” Joo-wan said and Hyunjin stared right at you as he nodded.

You couldn’t tell what hurted more, Hyunjin's cold gaze or him calling you a waste of time.

“Oh, you'll definitely have plenty of options to pick, let’s just hope you're smart enough to make the right choice and not let bitches use you again” You hissed and Hyunjin scoffed.

“Okay, this is getting a bit personal” Changbin whispered to Chaeryeong.

“Are they dating?” She whispered back at him and he was about to answer when you stood up and left.

“Uhh, don’t think so anymore” Changbin whispered and they both watched as Hyunjin stormed off after you seconds later.

“Y/n!” You froze for a moment when you heard Hyunjin call you.

“Don't waste your time coming after me!” You started walking again, your heels clicking as you stepped determined to the garbage cans.

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin shouted when he saw you trying to pull the ring he gave to you. His fingers brushed his own automatically.

“What looks like I'm doing?I'll throw this off!” You hissed, struggling to take the ring off of your finger. You cursed under your breath, it was stuck.

You tried some more, whining but wouldn’t give up until you took it off. Gazing at him, your closed hand reached the recycle bin and you opened, the ring making a clink sound as it hit the bottom.

“Y/n, what the fuck did you do?” His eyes widened and he shouted, grabbing you by your shoulders.

He let go of you and went to the bin, trying to shove his arm inside to take it back.

Luckily all the trash was collected earlier and the bins were sanitized.

“You know what? Why don't you take the opportunity since you're already there and throw yourself too?” You crossed your arms in front of yourself.

“But not on this one, no, no. Let's be organized, dildos belong to that one!” You kept running your mouth, pointing to the plastic ones.

He ignored you, too worried about taking the jewel back.

“Damn it, y/n. It was expensive!” Hyunjin shouted again, he took a few steps back, running his hands through his hair.

You shut your mouth, reality kicked in, the ring wasn't a simple one you can buy on those little tents on the street.

It was a jewel, original, a whole year of your salary worth it.

Oh shit.

“Oh my God, I fucked up, I fucked up” You cried out, taking large steps to the bin you threw it and leaning onto it.

In your attempt to trying to reach, you were almost falling inside “I'm so fucked up, I belong in the trash too”

“Y/n, stop…” Han was making his way coming to you.

“Shh, don’t!” Hyunjin stopped him, grabbing him by his shoulder “She started, now she finishes it!”

“Dude, what if she hurt herself?” Both looked at you, butt up in the air, half body almost all in, struggling.

“Ugh, okay. Fine” Hyunjin walked to you and grabbed you by your waist, easily carrying you out.

“Y/n, enough!” His voice was cold as he hissed at you.

“Nooo, let me go. I fucked up, I need to go to the trash” You cried out, trying to escape him.

“Okay” He rolled his eyes and opened his arms, letting you go.

“Hunf, too bad there isn't a bin for toxic garbage here” He scoffed under his breath after seeing you sit down in front of the paper recycle bin.

“Y/nnie, what are you doing now?” Han rubbed his temples, stopping by your side.

Han sighed when he saw you hug your knees and noticed the tears running down your face. C'mon, he was tired, it was late, he just wanted to go back home.

“Hyunjin said I'm toxic, I'm not worth even being recycled!” You sobbed, pointing at him.

“Dude, what the fuck, why are you being mean to y/nnie?” Felix turned to his friend, and Hyunjin's smirk suddenly faded, giving room for the tears appearing in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh shit, what am I doing?” He snapped and when you realized, he was sitting by your side.

“Don't get near me, I'm radioactive, I’ll contaminate you with my toxicity!” You nudged him away.

“Y/N, HYUNJIN!” Felix's deep voice brought you both attention to him.

“Oh Felix” Hyunjin blushed slightly, giggling.

“Enough of this bullshit, the both of you. Stand up, we're leaving now!” Felix didn't need to order twice, you and Hyunjin quickly obliged.

Hyunjin started following Felix and you followed Han, stopping in your tracks when you realized they were heading to the same car. Han held you by your shoulders, preventing you from running and led you to Felix's car.

~ {♡} ~

Felix drove everyone to his place, and he and Han helped the two of you to get inside.

“Shit, they are still drunk” Felix complained to Jisung, as he sat Hyunjin by your side on the bed, the other hands playing with the pedants from his necklace.

“I told you it wasn't a good idea to let them drink that bottle of soju. Why did you have that in your backseat, anyways?” Han looked at Felix with his eyes widened, Felix having a bottle in his car was really random, just like that whole night.

“Are you an angel, Yongbok?” Hyunjin twirled his finger in the blonde's necklace, whispering, mesmerized with the shining pendant.

“Stop it” He pushed Hyunjin's hand away and took a step back “It was a gift, I forgot it was there until y/nnie found it and chugged half of it before Hyunjin could steal it from her”

Meanwhile you were a crying rambling mess, trying to calculate how you'd survive without a paycheck.

“Ugh, they are annoying me. Maybe we should push them under the shower, to sober them up” Han sighed, he was really tired.

“Hey hey, nobody's gonna take y/n's clothes off” He pushed the boys off and stopped in front of you, his hands pushing your jacket off your shoulders “Only I can do it”

“Stop it! Only my boyfriend can undress me” You snapped and pushed him to the side.

He lost his balance and fell on the bed, rolling on it, he groaned dramatically as if you hurted him. You watched the scene unfold in slow motion: Hyunjin rolling off the edge, your hand reaching out to prevent him from falling, losely grabbing his hair, the strands slipping through your fingers and him hitting the floor causing a thud that made you jolt.

“Oh no, Jinniee. Are you okay?” You peaked over the mattress worried, holding your hand out for him who accepted it.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you” You drunkenly cried out, helping him get back and lay down.

Hyunjin murmured something you didn't understand and threw his arms around your neck, swiftly pulling you to him, making you fall.

“I missed you so much, love” His voice was low and muffled as he had his face buried in your hair, but you heard it loud and clear, your heart jumped.

“Me too, jagi. Me too” You softly murmured, a hand reaching up and gently caressing his cheek, he purred.

“That’s just like ferrets sleep, you know? I saw it in the Nature Channel” Jisung chuckled to Felix, who picked up his phone and snapped a picture of you sleeping entangled with each other.

“Although with those biteable cheeks,y/nnie looks more like a quokka” Felix chuckled, he beckoned to Jisung for them to leave the room.

“Nighty nighty, sweet dreams babies” He said cheekly after turning the lights out and then he closed the door.

~ {♡} ~

It was past noon when you woke up, the rays of light escaping through the curtains annoyed you, so you decided to turn around and then you realized not only you weren’t at your bedroom but also weren’t alone.

Although his grip on your waist got tighter, Hyunjin was still sound asleep as you turned around facing him. You opened your eyes slowly and sighed looking at him, sleeping so cutely, a strand of his hair fell in front of his face and you gave in the urge to brush it off, fingertips gently caressing him and he sighed.

So cute, doesn't even look like you test my patience 24/7, you thought, still caressing his face. You leaned a little closer, wanting to kiss him, like you used to do before, but then your gaze fell on your hand, the absence of your ring being a hard confirmation that the last few weeks weren’t just a bad dream.

“You know it’s rude to stare” His hoarse voice made you jolt and you rolled away.

“I wasn’t staring” You scoffed.

“Yeah, right” He chuckled, his eyes still closed as he stirred up like a cat.

You heard knocks on the door and when it opened, Felix appeared covering his eyes.

“Wakey wakey, are you decent?” He said cheekly and you saw Hyunjin's grin when he tossed a pillow at his friend.

Felix grabbed the pillow and threw himself on the bed, between the two of you.

“I came to say that lunch's ready”

“Lunch? What time is it?” Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth in surprise.

“It's 1pm” Felix chuckled and leaned forward, disheveling even more your hair “Seems like you had a great night of sleep” He teased.

“Shut up” You used your pillow to hit him.

“My head hurts” Hyunjin complained and Felix touched his forehead.

“Poor baby, c'mon. Let's eat some lunch, you're gonna feel better” He pouted at the brunette.

As a big fan of their bromance, deep down you were loving the private hyunlix session, but you had to stop watching their chat to go to the bathroom.

Downstairs, Seungmin and Han were finishing settling the table, the delicious aroma of the food made you float towards the dinner table. After enjoying your meal, you offered to wash the dishes, and while you were drying the plates, something small and shining on the counter island caught your attention.

“Is it mine…” Your fingers were just about to touch the ring when Hyunjin covered it with his hand and pulled it to him.

“It's mine now” His smirk didn't meet his eyes as he put the ring on. Felix and Jisung rescued the jewel earlier this morning.

“Yeah, of course” You whispered, looking down, it would be too much audacity of yours to do that whole scene and still want the ring back.

You weren’t even together anymore.

You weren’t even together anymore,

wow, it's real and official now.

~ {♡} ~

Every night after work you grabbed your fluffy blanket, something good to eat and snuggled up on the couch to keep up with C34 like it was Netflix. As if it was a stupid trick of destiny, nothing happened.

Day after day, Chae-hee seemed to be… Lovely, with the girls.

Hugging them, hyping them up, bringing them water and snacks, that Chae-hee made you wonder if you were overreacting, if what you saw that day was just an isolated event, but what about the other times Na-yeon seemed to be hurt? It couldn’t be a coincidence.

And it wasn't.

One night, you were smiling, watching Minho and Na-yeon chatting, then he gave her a quick kiss before running out, the girls appeared minutes later. Your smile stayed in your face as you watched them dancing, they were really good.

Their song was catchy and you were dancing on your spot when it happened, Chae-hee pushed Na-yeon down and the girl fell on her butt. You stopped and leaned closer, paying attention you saw Chae-hee was yelling at her, then another member approached and helped Na-yeon get up, you recognized her it was Ha-ri, she said something to Chae-hee and then covered herself with her arms as Chae-hee stepped up ready to smack her.

You clicked a few times and then the video was saved on the cloud. Your gaze went to the calendar, marked with a star was the date of their presentation pre-debut, which meant they would do a pocket show for the big names in the industry, a little warm up before the actual debut, a little something before their names would drop and their faces would be all over the internet.

~ {♡} ~

“Relax, you're gonna do great!” Minho whispered in Na-yeon's ear, he was hugging her when you walked in.

You laughed slightly when he broke away from her, tapping her shoulder.

“Uh, I'm going to meet up with the boys. Keep up, fighting!” You both waved him bye and you turned to face a tomato-like Na-yeon.

“Ohh, special support from the boys? Sounds nice” You said cheekly and Na-yeon waved her hand in a silent plea for you to stop teasing her and you chuckled.

“So, where's the girls?” You leaned against the vanity, absentmindedly playing with the makeup brushes with your fingers.

“They went grab something to eat and will be here soon” Na-yeon sat on the little couch there and you realized her shoulders were trembling slightly.

“Don't be nervous, Na-ye. Everything will work fine, I saw you dancing and you're really good” You smiled at her and she smiled back.

Na-yeon opened her group's chat and saw a picture Chae-hee sent of the boys waiting for their presentation, the older one made a heart around Hyunjin and sent a screenshot of a text where she basically intimated him to come. She sighed, putting her phone down.

“Y/n, can we meet up for a coffee later?” Na-yeon said shyly, fidgeting the hem of her skirt.

“Sure, I would love to! Coffee's on me, let's celebrate your debut” Seeing Na-yeon's shyness, you assumed she finally gathered courage to share what was happening in her group.

Maybe she was finally ready to ask for help? This would be such a sweet surprise to her, you both would celebrate Chae-hee's departure, but you couldn’t tell her that yet.

But Na-yeon didn't plan on talking about the abuse she has been suffering, the reason she invited you was because she thought you were a good person and didn't deserve what Chae-hee did to you and Hyunjin, so she'd tell you what really happened during their time in Australia.

The door opened and you saw the girls entering, giggling and teasing each other, Chae-hee smirked when she saw you.

“Y/n, what a nice surprise. Came to support us?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything” Your smile was genuine, you were really eager to watch them on stage.

You checked on your phone, just a few more minutes.

“Well, guess I'm going. See you later girls, fighting!” You stood up and waved for them, Chae-hee was still smirking, she had no idea.

You met the boys at the auditorium, and it would be a lie if you said it didn't hurt when you saw Hyunjin was there. Okay, all of the Stray Kids were there, but still.

“Hey y/nnie, come sit with us!” Chan beckoned at you, Hyunjin acted as if you weren’t even there as you passed him by.

You sat down beside Jeongin, Hyunjin was two chairs away, you avoided looking at him until the lights were out.

He had the same idea, peeking over to check on you while you weren’t looking.

“Hello, we're LuaX and we are going to show you our first song, please enjoy it” Chae-hee said shyly, it was insane how different and fake she looked on stage.

Their first mv started being played on the big screen, it was good, they went for a domestic style, mostly of the scenes being filmed by them and it seemed to please the audience.

Everybody clapped when it ended and then another video started, ‘get to meet the girls from LuaX', some claps and whistles could be heard as flashes of clips from each girl appeared, until it all turned into a full black screen and Ha-ri's name appeared blinking, starting her introduction.

After Ha-ri, it was Na-yeon's turn and then Chae-hee, you shifted on your seat. It started like the others, showing little Chae-hee dancing in a school presentation, more videos of her dancing as she grew up until the screen went black again and stayed like this for a minute. The staff exchanged worried glances, imagining it was a malfunction.

“What are you doing? Fix it!” Chae-hee whispered between gritted teeth to the intern who was in control of the laptop.

As the boy was about to tap on the keyboard, the image appeared again, but instead of the interview with Chae-hee, what appeared on the screen made everybody gasp.

Footage of Chae-hee abusing not only Na-yeon, but the others too, yelling at them, harshly stumbling on them during their dances making them fall, gripping them by their arms…

“What the fuck is this? Turn this off, now!” She hissed at the intern and he clicked over and over, but nothing happened.

Desperate, Chae-hee went to him, palms slamming the keyboard, but the images were still up, so she looked around and ran to pull the plug, the last image appearing was her pushing Na-yeon.

“I… I can explain… I…” The lights were turned on, Chae-hee stared desperately at everyone watching, but something inside her clicked when her gaze met yours, the smirk on your lips telling her all she needed to know.

She stormed away from the stage, the whispers filled the room, Hyunjin noticed you chuckling lightly, he was shocked. Hong-jo went to hug Na-yeon, checking if she was alright and the girl nodded, then she looked at you and you smiled, she understood it right away too.

~ {♡} ~

“I still can't believe you exposed Chae-hee, I could never imagine we were being filmed” Na-yeon blushed slightly, playing with the straw of her caramel latte.

You softly chuckled because you knew she was wondering if you saw her and Minho too.

“I had to gather proof because it was a serious accusation” You leaned forward, whispering “But don’t worry, I made sure to save only those parts, all the rest was deleted”

“What happens to us now? Aren’t we going to debut anymore, is LuaX ruined forever?” She asked after thinking for a moment, was her dream ruined?

“No, no. You, Hari and Ji-soo will debut, don’t worry” Na-yeon smiled, relieved.

“You'll just have to work a lot and harder, because there will be need to erase every single trace of Chae-hee”

“Thank you, for helping me…” Na-yeon smiled shyly “The girls appreciate it too, they just aren’t here because I needed to talk to you in private”

“Is there anything wrong?” You put your mocha latte down and looked at her with concern.

“It's about you and Hyunjin” She picked her phone and unlocked it, opening the chat app.

“Oh, Na-ye, I'm sorry but I don’t wanna talk about him today” You looked down and Na-yeon touched your hand.

“No, y/n. It’s really important, listen, please” She said softly and then she clicked play on the audio Chae-hee sent to her a couple days ago.

Your stomach twisted as you heard Chae-hee describing what happened after she took Hyunjin upstairs, followed by her plan of adding only you to her close friends, that way nobody could contest her and you'd break up with him. Hyunjin was telling the truth and you didn't believe him.

“That's why he was acting so nonchalant about it…” You murmured to yourself, feeling the tears coming.

“We had a fight and he said nothing happened, and still I didn’t believe him” You covered your face with your hands, crying.

“Oh y/nnie, it's not your fault, I'd fall for her tricks too” Na-yeon tried to calm you down.

“I didn’t believe him and now he doesn't want me anymore, he said I was a waste of his time” You cried and Na-yeon reached out, gently tapping your arm.

“He's ignoring me, he's probably already dating her now”

“No, no, they aren’t together, I can guarantee you” Na-yeon shook her head.

“Chae-hee's mad af because she wanted to give him another chance after the er… incident, but he keeps turning her down” She whispered and you felt a little relief.

“He still likes you, y/nnie. Minho told me Hyunjin talks about you a lot” She blushed at the mention of Minho, and omitted the part where Hyunjin's talks about you were all complainings, all that mattered was that he was thinking about you, right?

~ {♡} ~

Hyunjin was surprised, he knew Chae-hee was nice to him because she wanted to pull down his boxers, but he didn’t think she was such a bitch. And he still had no idea what she did to him that night, all he remembered was her helping him get to his room and then Felix changing the sheets and taking care of his drunk ass.

Chae-hee leaving was the hot tea on the halls of JYP, no one knew who manipulated the video, but most of the people praised the one who did, saying if they had the chance, they would do the same. Hyunjin would smirk walking down the halls, he knew it was you right away.

So that was that mysterious work thing you didn't want to tell him. He was still hurt because of that, and a lot of other things too, the top on his list was you not believing him, that’s why he had been ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist, and he thought he was doing a great job at it, but the boys wouldn’t agree since he couldn’t stop talking about you.

The girls from LuaX were super busy recording their songs again and changing choreographies, but the days were much better now, without a trace of Chae-hee. You were relieved to walk around the company and not run into her anymore, not big on believing in energies and stuff, but the vibes definitely felt better without her there.

Speaking of vibes, yours weren’t the best as you finished packing for Japan. You tried for the last time to change it, but it didn't work, so there you were, zipping up your last suitcase.

You checked everything in the house one last time, was all good, then went out to wait for Felix, you'd both head to the airport together, the boys flew the day before and he stayed because he had an event to attend on the date.

Leaning on your back against the wall, waiting outside on the street, you sighed when you realized your headphone ran out of battery. As you were putting it back inside your purse, a familiar voice shouting your name caught your attention.

“Chae-hee?” You blinked as you watched her hard steps towards your direction. How the hell did she know where you lived?

“You bitch, I know it was you who made that video!” Chae-hee kept shouting and pointing at you, she was coming closer now.

“Yeah, it was me. Did you like my editing skills?” You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your body and grinning at her.

Chae-hee closed her hand into a fist and groaned as she advanced towards you, in a quick move, you grabbed her fist mid air as it was about to hit your face and smirked.

“Chae-hee… were you going to punch me?” You pouted, grip on her wrist getting tighter as you shook your head feigning disbelief “I thought we were friends? Close friends even” You mocked.

“Ughh, let me go!” She tried to pull her hand, and you thought for a moment, you weren’t planning on it, but you saw the car parking near you, so you had to, you needed to take the ride.

Unfortunately, that wasn't yours.

“Bitch!” Chae-hee spat, massaging her bruised wrist after you pushed her away, letting go of her hand.

Chae-hee came ready to punch you again, trying to catch you off guard.

“Bitch, don’t you ever try to lay a finger on me again!” You said through gritted teeth as you grabbed her wrist again and lifted her arm, at the same time in a swift move you used your dominating hand to punch her on cheek.

A strangled sound came out of Chae-hee's lips and she fell down, she touched her face, it was stinging really bad and red, you took a step and leaned down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to look at you.

“And just so you know, this one was for what you did to Hyunjin. If you wanna keep that pretty face intact, don’t ever get near him again!” You pushed her and she trembled.

“Now get out of here!” You ordered and she crawled backwards a few steps and then awkwardly stood up and ran away.

You sighed, rubbing your temples, the rush of adrenaline slowing down and you were realizing what happened, your hand hurted.

“Y/nnie, are you alright?” You were startlet when you turned around and saw Felix walking up to you.

“Lixie, oh my God. For how long were you here?”

“Long enough” He chuckled and pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing” You said shyly, hiding your face on his chest.

“Don't be, it was good. You learned it really well” He laughed.

When you asked Felix to teach you some taekwondo moves, you were just playing around, but in the end turns out it was very useful.

“Thanks to my Sensei”

“This is for karate, in taekwondo we say Sabomnim” He pinched your cheeks.

“Then thanks Sabomnim!” You said cheekly.

“That's better. Now, let's go, I don’t want you picking more fights on the streets” He disheveled your hair, and you groaned.

~ {♡} ~

The moment you stepped in Japan, you changed your mind, you were glad you came, as you looked out of the window, you were excited to go out and explore it all, although fitting your list of places to go and things to do was a real challenge with the busy agenda of the boys.

You and Hyunjin? Well… it was complicated.

In the perfect world, you'd run into his arms as soon as you'd step into the hotel, and you'd tell him all about your talk with Na-yeon and later would be at his room showing how sorry you were for not believing in him. Unfortunately, life wasn't a fanfic and he reminded you that when he ignored you as he passed you by.

But as the days went by, something changed, Hyunjin even quickly grinned at you at the Versace store, during the event he participated and if your mind wasn't tricking you, he murmured to the pinkish fluffly plushie he won, that his new additional's name was now ‘y/nnie’.

When you texted Heyoon about it, she told you not to get your hopes up - too late. You knew she just wanted to protect you from another heartbreak, one more and you could request a song on that TV show where players who score 3 gols get their favorite song played, but what if this time it worked out?

What's the saying? Third time’s a charm?

Yeah, maybe you could request a song, after all, but a romantic instead of a sad one.

~ {♡} ~

Few things made you so happy as day offs, sleeping until noon, going to eat out, shopping, today was that day. You smiled as you checked your phone, the time marked 12:20 when you woke up, no alarm, no messages, no notifications, just silence and peace, wow, when was the last time you felt that?

You sat down, lazily stirring up and went jumping to the bathroom, thinking about the stuff you had planned for today. Your day was going great, you checked out almost all of your list, you realized as you placed your purchases on your bed, admiring all the shopping bags laying there.

And to end it perfectly, time to relax, you said to yourself as you walked though the hotel heading to the hot tub. Your smile got wider when you saw the sign written Relax & Enjoy, oh you'd definitely would.

Your eyes sparked when you opened the door, unraveling the coziness inside, the room was large, floor and walls made of wooden with two walls made fully of glass, presenting a beautiful view of a garden, the trees offering privacy to the guests that can enjoy the hot tub or just light up some incenses and meditate on the lilac futon, adorned with fluffy cushions, you wondered if it was okay to take a nap there later.

You lit some lavender incenses, then kneeled down, pressing some buttons and stood up again, you let the white robe slid down your figure and you stepped into the hot tub, wetting your foot slowly, testing the temperature before lowering your body down in the warm water, sitting down.

Sighing, would be a lie if you said you didn't wish Hyunjin was there with you, thinking about him made you realize, you haven’t seen or heard from him or any of the boys the whole day.

“Wow, I can even hear my thoughts, nice” You giggled, leaning back and closing your eyes “So peaceful…”

Being so relaxed, you were almost napping right there, but your peace didn't last long. You didn't hear the crack of the door opening or the footsteps walking where you were, until you heard the sound of giggling and the water splashing around.

“Spoke too soon” You rolled your eyes after opening them and seeing Jeongin, Han and Felix sitting down around you.

“C'mon, don’t act like you weren't missing us” And there he was, sitting down in front of you, that annoying grin playing on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat.

The whole time, you tried and failed to look away from him, and Hyunjin would often chuckle, not because he thought what one of the boys said was funny, but because he could see his effect on you. The struggle was real, and the boys were noticing too, giggling and exchanging looks.

After what felt like hours, the boys decided to leave, their smirks were unnoticed by you as one by one they stood up, waving you goodbye. You looked at Hyunjin and he shook his head, not making a move to leave, great, you thought.

You laid your head back down and closed your eyes, his soft giggle made you feel butterflies.

“Heard you punched Chae-hee because of me” Hyunjin broke the silence after some time, you weren’t seeing it, but you knew the smirk was there.

“It was…” You started saying, but he interrupted.

“Really hot…” You looked at him as he approached you “Felix showed me the video, that punch was really good, wish I was there to witness in person”

“Oh c'mon” You covered your face, embarrassed that Felix filmed the whole thing and especially that Hyunjin watched it.

“Admit it, you've been wanting to do this since you laid your eyes on her” He teased you, closer now.

You giggled, but nodded, your face still covered.

“I knew it” He chuckled, gently pulling your hands down.

“What are you doing?” You whispered as he held your hands and placed them over his shoulders, leaning closer. You wondered if he could hear your heart beating faster.

“Something you're dying for me to do, since the show last night” He said cocky and before you could say anything, his lips pressed against yours.

Hyunjin's hands went to your waist, pulling you close to him as he teased your bottom lip with his tongue, you gave him entrance and wrapped your arms around his neck, he smiled against your lips when he felt you coming up to sit on his lap, a soft sound escaped your lips as his big hands reached your ass, gripping the flesh hard, pulling you even closer, he groaned as it made you grind against him.

It felt good, he did it again and again, his hands guiding your hips, while his lips left yours to make a trail of kisses on your neck, going straight to the spots he knew you were more sensitive, licking and sucking on the skin.

The way you moaned so softly, digging your nails on his shoulder, dragging your pussy up and down on his bulge, adjusting yourself, he knew you were about to come soon and if he didn’t do something quick, he would too.

You whined in protest when he held you in place, stopping your moves and it made him chuckle.

“Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt your fun?” He chuckled teasingly.

“Jagiya” He chuckled again, finding your annoyance cute, but he wouldn’t tease you further, not today…

Hyunjin moved you, making you straddle his leg, tensing up his thigh, he helped to adjust you and gave your butt another squeeze, before you started grinding on him again.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck, moans muffled against his wet skin as you kept going, his hands roamed all over your body, until they stopped by the strings of your bikini, working quick to untie them, letting the piece float on the water, hands cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive buds. Your legs started getting shaky and your moves sloppy, Hyunjin held you by your hips, guiding your moves as he knew by the way your moans were getting louder and your body tensing up, you were about to come.

And you did, holding tight onto him, burying your face on his shoulder, you gave it a delicate kiss, lips lightly brushing against his skin, nibbling on it as you came down from your high.

“Let’s move to the fuck futon” He whispered in your ear before lightly nibbling your earlobe, making you shiver.

“It's not a futon for fucking, oh my God” You murmured under your breath, embarrassed and he chuckled.

Hyunjin gently pushed you off him and you stood up, followed by him and both walked to the futon, you couldn’t help but smile as he sprawled out a towel on it, before beckoning for you to lay down. You obliged, and he kneeled in front of you, hands running up your thighs until they reached your bikini bottom, his fingers hooked on the waistband, watching in awe as his hands slowly pulled the fabric down your thighs until it reached your ankles and then it was tossed behind him.

“So pretty” He whispered and twiched inside his swimtrucks, that grin appearing.

You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him when he crawled on top of you, slotting between your legs, he kissed you and his hand started exploring your body again, gripping on your waist, your curves, until it slid down to your thigh, he alternated between caressing and squeezing the flesh, the kiss getting deeper as his touch got bolder, fingertips slowly making their way to your inner thigh, until it reached your middle.

Your own hands explored his body too, feeling his muscles up, pulling him closer, your fingers digged on his biceps as he slid his fingers between your folds, then pressed on your clit, starting to rub lazy circles on it. Hyunjin smirked, feeling how wet you were already, and you moaned against his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip as his finger slid inside you. He pumped it a few times before adding a new one, his lips making a trail of wet kisses to your jaw, then your neck and going down.

“Jinnie…” You moaned a little louder, when he found that sweet spot inside you.

“Here?” His fingers curled up, and his lips attached to your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardening bud, before he started sucking.

You nodded, a little breathless, your hand went to his hair, fingers carding through his locks and his free hand slid up, fondling your breast, while he sucked on the other.

“Don't stop…” You pleaded, hips moving against his fingers that were pumping in and out quickly, his lips latching on your other breast, he kept alternating between them.

Hyunjin withdrew his fingers and started to rub on your clit, he could tell you were about to come again, from the lightly trembling of your body under him, the way you pulled him closer and kept lifting your hips again.

Just one more rub and you'd be gone, he softly chuckled, when you protested as he stoped his moves completely. You groaned in frustation.

“Ah, don’t worry. You're gonna cum…” He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, slowly sliding the digits inside, your eyes locked with his as you licked his fingers clean off your juices. He smirked and stood up. “...but around my cock”

You watched his hands working fast to get rid of his clothing, clenching around nothing as you saw the pinkish tip glistening with precum. He looked at you, biting into his lower lip as he stroked himself a few times before finding his way back between your legs.

He dragged his cock over your slit, hissing as he coated the length with your arousal. Hyunjin stared at you as his tip teased your entrance, and you nodded slightly, he leaned down, capturing your lips as he slid in slowly, opening you up inch by inch.

Even though he prepared you with his fingers, it still burned as he got in, your nails digging on his back and your eyes closed, Hyunjin caressed your cheek and started peppering kisses all over your face and your lips, distracting you as he pushed up until he bottomed out.

The kisses kept going, slowly and sweet. He stood still, letting you adjust to him before he started moving, slowly the burning sensation was disappearing.

“Too big, Jinnie…” Your sweet cry made him push deeper, grinning against your lips.

“Shhh, it's alright. You take me so well, baby” He picked up the pace, going faster.

He held your thigh, lifting it up, the new angle letting him reach deeper, yours and his moans filling up the room. Your nails scraped his back and he hissed with the mix of pleasure and pain.

“So fucking tight” He groaned and you instinctively clenched around him “Oh shit”

Hyunjin leaned in, sucking on your breast again, earning more moans from you as he moved fast, angling his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars as you moved against him, meeting his thrusts.

He made a trail of wet kisses up until he reached your lips, swallowing your moans, you held him tight against you, clenching more around him and pushing him closer to the edge, so his hand reached between you, finding your clit and rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves. Your sweet moans getting louder and more desperate were like music to his ears.

“I love you” The words easily slipped out of your lips when he broke the kiss, it wasn't a reflection of your foggy mind, consumed by the pleasure he was giving to you. You truly meant it.

“I love you too” His words made your heart fluster, and you pulled him closer again, passionately kissing him.

“Jinnie… please” You cried out, breaking the kiss.

“I've got you, doll. You can cum, now” He rubbed faster.

A thing he loved about you, how easily he could make you cum, it was both exciting and endearing for him, every time he felt you were about to, he would slow down his thrusts and his fingers moves, forcing you to last longer, but now that he was almost gone too, he would let you go all the way.

“Jinnie, oh shit!” Your legs started trembling, followed by your body, your nails dug on him as you came, almost making him come too, from all the clenching so hard around him.

He kept rubbing your clit as you came down from your high, his thrusts were getting sloppy and his balls tightening. You noticed when Hyunjin started pulling out.

“Don't you dare!” You said through gritted teeth, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, locking him in.

His eyes widened as he looked at you with surprise, damn, he thought that was hot, he quickly picked up the pace again. Hard, fast, deep.

He groaned against your neck and you felt the warm, white ropes of his release filling you up. You embraced him, legs still wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he still thrusted a few more times, not letting one drop go to waste.

The moans were replaced by “I love you's” and the sound of breaths hitched, hearts beating rapidly and in sync, you kissed his hair when he collapsed on top of you, lying his head on your chest.

~ {♡} ~

You were nervous, after the fog of the moment dismissed. You knew you both would have to talk, you still needed to apologise to him, make everything clear, and all, plus there was a not so small train of thoughts creeping in the back of your head, what if it was a spur of the moment thing? What if he would change his mind after he kisses you goodnight and leaves you at your door? What if he would come back to his senses and ignore you the next day?

Luckily, all those worries were pushed away as he pulled you closer against him, his grip tight on your waist as he moaned, burying himself into your tight heat.

You hated waking up early in the morning, but that day, you couldn’t be happier to be woken by him. Spooning you, his hard on pressed against your butt, lips teasing your neck, lazily licking and sucking on the skin, and hand shoved under your pajama top, cupping your breast, of course.

“Damn, doll. This pussy's perfect, just made for me” His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you gripped the sheets, his hand rubbing circles against your clit, making you cry out, calling his name as you came for the second time in the morning.

He came shortly after, gripping on your hips and holding you in place as he filled you up, and as you watched him swing off the bed, admiring his cute little butt as he went to the bathroom, to grab a washcloth to clean you both, you couldn’t help but smile. You could get used to this.

Turns out, your trip to Japan was amazing.

You realized that as you two spent the last day there exploring and enjoying your time together, like you used to imagine it would be. No, it was better, because this time it was real.

Was real in the way his fingers intertwined with yours, as you walked on the streets; in the sweet sound of his giggles when you said something that he found funny; in the way his eyes sparked when something caught his attention; in the warmth of his embrace, as you watched the sunset in a park before heading back to the hotel.

And it was perfect, as you received a goodnight kiss, and snuggled up against him to sleep again.

~ {♡} ~

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You didn't need to see the hat being gone by the wind to recognize that voice, but the scene made everyone in the living room laugh, watching her desperate frown for being recognized, a short desperate shot where you could clearly see she was dropping the basket before the ad ended.

“So, what is it? Chae-hee's an actress now?” Seungmin wondered, switching the tv channel.

“I thought she was banned from the industry, after everything that happened” Chaeryeong

commented, snuggling up against Changbin on the couch.

“And she is!” Na-yeon picked her mug from the coffee table “That's actually her family's farm, she was forced to get back with them because nobody wanted to sign her” She had a smirk as she said that, ever since Na-yeon knew Chae-hee, the older always told her how much she hated the country life, and that she would leave and never look back.

“Well, she can be the cows’ idol now” Minho shrugged and everyone laughed.

The group was reunited at Han and Minho's place to celebrate the New Year's. It had been some weeks since you came back from Japan, you were suppose to be used to reality by now, but as you felt Hyunjin suddenly wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and nuzzling his nose against your neck, you giggled and realized you were still in a daydreaming state.

He turned you to face him, everyone gathered in the living room, the last presentation of the night ended and now the singers were starting the countdown.

10, 9, 8…

The bright and big numbers flashed on the screen.

7, 6, 5, 4… You wrapped your arms around his neck, both smiling as you leaned closer.

3, 2, 1… Your lips finally connected, happy New Year!

Same night, last year, you were at a party that Heyoon dragged you, closing your eyes and making a wish as the clock hit midnight. Now, one year later, your wish came true.

You and Hyunjin were embracing at the balcony, watching the fireworks.

“Give me your hand” Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and you watched intently as he took his - yours - ring off of his finger.

“I believe this belongs with you” He smirked, sliding the band on yours, then he gazed at you “Just stay away from bin's this time around, okay?”

“Oh wait, wait!” Han stood up and rushed inside, you watched with confusion.

Jisung came back a minute later, waving a tiny bottle, you identified what it was when he approached you.

“Super glue?” Hyunjin's eyes widened, surprised.

“Just to make sure” Jisung explained, trying to grab your hand but you pulled back.

“Hey!” You protected your hand, eyebrows narrowing at him before turning to Hyunjin, your tone soft as you talked to him “Don't worry, this ring's never leaving again”

“It better not, although Jisung's idea isn't so bad” He teased you and you slapped his arm.

Later that night, the subtle sound of clothes begin discarded on the floor, kissing, giggling and whispering were filling your room.

“Thank you, for the ring and for letting me love you again” You whispered between the kisses you were peppering on his face, the last being on his lips.

“I'm the one who should thank you, for coming back to my life” He smiled so sweetly, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb, before swiftly rolling you both, lying on top of you and capturing your lips again.

Maybe it was right, maybe wishes did come true, if you wished hard enough.

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