#And the answer to ‘why didn’t he sing the words’ is a bit of a setup too

[robbysreaders]

i needed to write something outside of the series i've been doing recently and this just tumbled out of me. I worry Jack is a little ooc here but guess what! idc! ;)

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

word count: 700ish

You keep a similar schedule to Jack. Well—not exactly. That would be a bit nuts. But you are a night owl, which is why it’s not the least bit surprising when your phone buzzes with his name at 1 a.m. And why you don’t hesitate to pick up.

“An actual booty call? How retro.” “Hiiiiiiii,” he drags out, cutting you off mid-sentence. There’s a smile tucked into every syllable, the kind that always makes you feel like he’s happy you answered. You catch the faintest slur in his words.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” you ask, laughing. “Heeyyyyy, I’m being good. I’m being soooocial. I’m bonding with my coworkers. I thought you’d be proud of me, not judging me.” “I could never judge you, Jack. If anything, I’m jealous of you. Or maybe just your coworkers…” “I would like to see you. But also, I can’t take my truck…”

“You can come over,” you offer. “I’ll call you an Uber?” “Welllllll that’s the other thing. I don’t wanna get towed… and we’re near your place. So I could walk to you, and then we walk back, and you drive my truck.”

You hear a voice in the background—Robby, you think—grumble, “You don’t even let me drive your car.”

“Jack, this is a lot of logistics for 1 a.m.” You rub your eyes. “Drop me a pin. I’ll walk to you and we’ll figure it out.” “Baaaby, you know I don’t know how to do that sober, much less in this state. And you’re not walking alone.” “Okay, compromise: you text me the name of the bar and we stay on the phone.” He sighs. “Fiiiiiine.”

Four blocks later, you step into a packed bar to the sound of cheers. Way more of Jack’s coworkers than you expected. You would’ve changed out of your sweats if you’d known. But then Jack spots you, and his whole face lights up like you’re the damn sunrise. He wraps his arms around you like he’s been waiting all night.

“Let’s get a drink for the lady!” someone yells. You wave them off. “I’m gonna have to pass. I have work in six hours, so I’m just here to get this drunkard home. Anyone else need a ride?” A chorus of playful boos goes up before Jack cuts them off with a single look. “Alright, call your Ubers. Be safe.”

You leave together, and he steers you two blocks toward your apartment—where his truck is parked.

“For a man who spent an ungodly amount of time in school,” you say, “you might be the dumbest person I know.”

He opens the driver’s side door for you. “What’d I do this time?” “We’re two blocks from my apartment. You could’ve parked in my guest spot. There’s always room.” “I didn’t want to assume,” he says, suppressing a hiccup. You roll your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

You climb into the truck, and he shuts the door behind you with exaggerated care. He fumbles his way around to the passenger side and climbs in, sighing loudly as he slumps into the seat.

It smells like him in here—clean and faintly smoky, like laundry detergent and cedar and something a little spicy that lingers in the upholstery. You reach over and buckle his seatbelt for him because he’s too busy humming along to whatever classic rock station is playing low from the speakers.

“You’re so helpful,” he says, leaning his head against the window dramatically. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” you agree, starting the truck. “You don’t.”

You drive the two blocks mostly in silence, save for Jack softly singing along to the guitar solo. When you pull into your building’s guest spot, he doesn’t move to get out. Just turns toward you, slow and heavy-lidded.

“You look really pretty,” he says. “Like… offensively pretty.”

“Okay, now I know you’re drunk.”

“I’m serious.” He leans his head back against the seat and sighs. “I was watching the door all night. Every time it opened I thought—maybe that’s her. You didn’t even know where we were or that I was out but I was hoping. Isn’t that dumb?”

You glance at him. He’s half-asleep already, lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks.

“No,” you say quietly. “It’s not dumb.”

You sit there for another minute, the engine ticking as it cools. Then you shake his arm gently.

“C’mon. Let’s get you upstairs.”

[yummyrevivalfluid]

A Little Bit Is Never Enough, I Want It All!

Fratboy Ryusui Nanami x GN Reader X Nerd Senku Ishigami

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2: I’m Anxious and Nothing Can Help

Synopsis: Alcohol, weed, and soon-to-be empty promises. What a great way to start your first day in college.

“Why are you even majoring in science?” Ryusui asks in disbelief. He doesn’t understand why you chose something so obscure- a major that doesn’t correlate to the success of your family business. “Why not switch to business like me?” 

“Business majors get clowned on for how easy their major is…” You mutter as you search for a gap in your schedule that aligns with his. “…besides, I’m not a fan of eating crayons.”

“Haven’t even attended my first class and I’m already getting clowned on…” Ryusui mocks being hurt by your joke. He falls dramatically onto your lap, his head resting on your thighs, and snatches his schedule back from you. “…you should try the green crayon, my personal favorite.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” You deadpan. Ryusui sends you a crooked smile, leaving his answer as a mystery.

“Sooooo?” Ryusui sings, his fingers playing with yours. You allow yourself to succumb to the calming effect of his touch. You can feel him spreading your fingers apart, rubbing his thumb against your palm, and even toying with the ring on your finger—his mark on you. “Do I get to see you during my day?”

“… Are you willing to get up at 7 am to see me?” you ask shyly. Ryusui lets out a dramatic groan, flailing his arms. He burrows his face further into your lap, his nose digging into your stomach.

“I guess…anything for you.” He mumbles.

“We can also see each other after our last classes in the afternoon, but depending on whatever frat and club activities you've got going on, we would have to schedule those in advance.”

“Ugh!” Ryusui groans. He doesn’t like the idea of seeing you less; he’s not used to it, and he doesn't want to get used to it. “How much money do I have to pay you to switch majors?”

“You can’t change my mind.” Your voice is weak as you say it. The reality of your misaligned schedules dawns on you. If Ryusui stays committed to waking up early, despite the predicted hangovers you expect him to have and the all-nighters he’ll pull due to his poor planning, even then, your time with him will be limited.

“What about the weekends?” Ryusui asks, and he perks up at his idea. His eyes shimmered brightly at you.

“Weekends work.” The words slip out unconfidently. You’re apprehensive about the idea; you don’t want to get your hopes up. It isn’t that you didn’t account for weekends, but you didn’t plan for them. You know Ryusui better than he knows himself, and you know he’ll likely find himself partying on the weekends. And then there’s you, doing the opposite of what Ryusui does.  You’ll likely spend your time studying.

“Are you scared…” He asks in a solemn tone, his usual playful tone is gone.

“Of what?” you ask. You were scared of many things, Ryusui being the root of many. But that was something you could never tell him, you don’t want another weight for him to feel burdened with. You don’t think you’ll ever tell him of the fear of losing him.

You have a vague sense of what he’s asking about, but you’ll never know for sure. He remains silent, and so do you. His gaze is vulnerable; it’s unusual for him. Loud, rambunctious, prideful, and greedy, those were the words you’ll use to describe him. Not vulnerable.

He’s staring at you softly, despite his furrowed brows. You can feel your heart quicken. He’s searching for something in your expression. You don’t know what. You want to escape, but you can’t. He’s still resting on your lap, but you can feel him shifting. The position he puts himself in is awkward; it looks uncomfortable, but even so, it has you leaning back, shifting your weight on your arms. He’s leaning closer to you, and you don’t know how much further you can lean back before you're flat on your back with him hovering over you. You’ve always been close with him, but this felt different. It’s as if he’s trying to tell you something without needing words.

“UGH!” A voice shouts, disgusted. “It’s fucking move in day and y’all already fucking!”

It’s almost comical how you send Ryusui flying off the twin bed and onto the floor.

“NO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” You’re frantically waving your hands around. You wanted to make a good impression on your dorm room partner, but your luck is sparse. “He’s just a friend!”

Ryusui doesn’t know what stings more. The sharp sting of the floor pressed against his face, or your choice of words.

Just a friend…

“Coffee?”

At the sound of his voice, you snap your attention towards Ryusui. You’ve been waiting for him for the past few minutes, watching other students walk around campus.  The morning autumn air wasn’t freezing, but it sure wasn’t warm. You watch as he takes the open seat beside you on the bench. He shoves the cup of coffee in your direction, his fingers brushing against yours as you take the cup from his hands.

“Thank you.” The warmth of the cup warms your freezing hands. You take a sip of the drink, and the taste is bitter. With your nerves, you can feel the caffeine further fueling the rapid beating of your heart. You take small sips from it, not having the stomach to drink it all, not when you’re filled with a sick feeling of dread.

“Don’t like it?” he asks, gulping down the last bit of his coffee.

“No, it’s not that…” Your voice is wavering. “It just feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest.”

“Nervous?” His voice is groggy. You can see him trying to blink away the sleep in his eyes. You nod your head up and down at his question, “I have to get used to seeing less of your greedy face.”

“Don’t get too used to it.” His voice is low and raspy, unhappy at the thought of seeing you less. His shoulder brushes against you, his gaze concentrated on the rising sun. You hear him yawn before he shifts beside you on the bench, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Sleepy?” you ask, trying to push down the feeling of guilt that keeps arising. 

“Just need more coffee…” he mumbles. You can feel his fingers finding yours, gently prying the cup from your hands. He pulls away from you, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip right where your lips were seconds prior.

You watch as he downs the cup of coffee- a small amount escapes from his lips and trails down the side of his mouth. Instinctively, after years of being friends, you reach out with your thumb and wipe away the droplet. An action that never felt intimate until now. His hand grips your wrist, moving your thumb toward his lips. You don’t understand the sensation that runs through you at the feeling of his tongue licking the trace of coffee.

“Down to the very last drop.” He mutters against your fingertips.

“You need more sleep.” You scold him, yanking your hand away from his hold. You turn away in a futile attempt to hide the blush creeping onto your skin.

“Nah! If I sleep, that means less time with you! I won’t have it!” The grogginess in his voice is fading, slowly revealing the obnoxiously loud tone. “How much time until your first class?”

You glance down at your phone.

7:45 am.

“I should be heading out now…it’s like a ten-minute walk.”

“Switch majors! Name your price!” Ryusui tries to persuade you once again- a poor attempt to keep you by his side. Unsurprisingly, you decline his offer once again.

It feels weird to leave him. Even stranger not to have his hand holding yours. But it was something you had to get used to for the next few months until the next semester comes peeking around the corner. Maybe then you’ll be fortunate enough to see Ryusui more.

You’re not even inside the room, and your first class is already a nightmare. Your heart is pounding rapidly as you near the room that you believe is the one you're searching for. It’s hard to tell when there’s a badly formed line surrounding the entrance of the auditorium. You’re trying to find a spot to stand without getting in the way of others.

You feel out of place. Your eyes dart around the hall, and it feels like everyone already knows each other. And for the few that stand alone, it doesn’t look like they are open to talking to others, with earbuds covering their ears and their face burrowed in their phone. Nervously, you glance down at your phone, anxiously waiting for the doors to let you in.

You feel like throwing up.

7:59 AM

The moment the doors open, there's a stampede. You don’t have a choice; you feel yourself shoved against the other students as they rush to the room. Your first class is general chemistry, a course many majors tend to have as a prerequisite, explaining the need for an auditorium-sized classroom. You don’t have time to think when you’re still being pushed forward. You take the first open seat you see.

Not even 15 minutes can pass before you think about Ryusui. If he were here, you would not doubt that he would be pushing his way to be the first to enter the room—the first to claim the seat in the auditorium that he insists is the best. Ryusui was a man with no shame, claiming whatever he wanted. But you weren’t him. With your luck, you got a seat near the back of a ridiculously large auditorium.

The words on the projector are blurry due to the professor's poor choice of font size. Even if you tried to follow along with his lecture, you could barely hear it. You physically cringe when their microphone gives off weird feedback.

The rest of your classes followed the same pattern. It felt as if everyone was pushing and tossing you around. After three back-to-back classes, you finally have a moment of peace—a chance to collect your thoughts. You’re scrolling through the spam of text notifications Ryusui sent you while you were in your classes. Various selfies of him in his classes. The most notable was the most recent one he sent. It’s him posing with a green crayon between his teeth, captioned:

              ‘Got invited to a party tonight? You in?’

It’s okay to say no—you remind yourself. Ryusui wouldn’t pressure you into doing anything you didn’t want to, but a pessimistic thought lingers.

What if this was the start of your friendship drifting apart?

Your mind won’t stop thinking you'll lose him. What if this is the last chance to hold onto him? The last time you’ll be at his side? You text back.

              ‘Sure’

If there was an opportunity to have his hand in yours for a while longer, even for a day more, you were going to take it. Maybe you just needed to put yourself out there more. Perhaps you’ll surprise yourself and end up being a partygoer….

Or maybe not….-You think to yourself.

You don’t know how you got separated from Ryusui. One second, you were entering the party with Ryusui’s hand in yours, and the next, you’re in a corner by yourself with a cat on your lap. You don’t even know where the cat came from- maybe it sensed your distress.  

I look like a loser-You think to yourself.

The house is packed with bodies pressing against each other - surely there must be some maximum capacity, not that you knew what it was, but you were sure the limit had been passed. The music is turned up so loud that you have a feeling that you are going to leave with some form of tinnitus. It didn’t help that the music was like a domino effect for even more noise. Blasting loudly, causing others to shout to each other to carry on their conversation.

Slowly but surely, everything begins to overstimulate you—the blaring music. The smell of alcohol mixed with what you assume is weed and cotton candy flavor vape overwhelms your nose. Your insecure thoughts are plaguing your mind…

You glance down at your phone, hoping that Ryusui has finally had a chance to check his phone and see the messages you sent him nearly twenty minutes ago.

              Ryusui, I lost you! - 12:08 a.m.

              Where are you?- 12:43 a.m

              I think I’m going to head out- 12:58 am.

You stand up from your small corner, apologizing profusely to the cat that is now glaring at you. You push past the crowd, being pushed or knocked over by others, just like you were hours earlier. You frantically look around for Ryusui, coughing when a puff of smoke blows into your face.

It’s a miracle that, despite the noise, you can hear a chorus of Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! It’s light, yet it catches your attention. You walk to the front yard toward the chants and see a crowd gathering around someone. There’s no doubt in your mind that it’s Ryusui — he always has a knack for grabbing attention.

From what little you can see from the back of the crowd, you notice him in the center, surrounded by strangers holding onto his arms, and another person pouring an alarmingly large amount of alcohol down a tube that goes straight to Ryusui’s mouth. More alcohol is pouring down the side of his mouth than into it.

“I want more!” Ryusui shouts as the last drop of alcohol touches his tongue. He removes his alcohol-soaked shirt and throws it into the crowd, shouting, “Give me more!”

His shouts are met with even louder chanting from the crowd: 'Give him more!' Give him more! Give him more!

You see glimpses of his face, but there was no denying it- Ryusui was thriving.

The walk back to your dorm is depressing. You try to console yourself, rubbing the ring on your finger as you try to stop the negative thoughts from consuming you, but you can’t. It’s acting as a cruel reminder of a promise that isn’t being kept.

You know that Ryusui would never entirely leave you, not when your families are business partners, but you were losing the Ryusui that you grew up with. It was clear to you, even if it isn’t for him, that you’ve outgrown each other. You may stay as friends, but nothing would be the same. He’s found his crowd that fits the new him better than you could.

I would only hold him back…

You didn’t realize you were crying until a voice behind you startled you.

“Are you okay?” His voice is raspy, matching the tired look on his face. There's a frown on his lips, but you can see the concern in his eyes, that flicker from you to the sidewalk. He walks toward you as if you were an unstable bomb, ready to detonate on him if he makes a wrong move.

You pull away from his gaze and wipe the tears from your eyes. Your throat feels raw from the tears you didn’t realize you were holding back but couldn’t stop. “I’m fine…”

“Nobody cries because they're fine.” He digs into the plastic bag that he’s holding in his hand. He rummages through cans of energy drinks to pull out the singular bottle of water he purchased at the gas station. He hands you the water and asks, “You’re heading back to the dorms, right?”  

“Why do you ask?” you ask, suspicious of his intentions. He looks at you with an unimpressed look, almost as if he is offended by the implications of your question.

“That’s where I’m heading. Figured you wouldn’t want to walk alone.” He turns his back towards you, waits for a second, almost as if he's waiting for you to make up your mind. You take a step beside him, and he takes it as a sign to start walking again. There’s a moment of silence as you walk beside him, until he speaks again. “What is it that you’re missing?”

The question catches you off guard, leaving you unsure where it came from or how to respond. You look at him with a puzzled expression, which he responds to with a deep sigh.

“Just speculation, but I’m guessing this is your first year in college?”

“Yeah…”

“College life can be an adjustment for people," he explains as he looks up to the sky. “Some miss their home, miss their family and friends, miss the normalcy of their lives, and others just feel a piece of themselves missing. Lost and wandering in space. Which is it?”

Your mind goes back to Ryusui. You didn’t think it was possible to miss someone who is still close to you- someone walking the same campus as you, but it is. You miss the normalcy of the life you had with him, but now that you’re alone, walking with a stranger, you feel like maybe you are missing a piece of yourself. But you weren’t going to trauma dump to someone you don’t even know.

“I don’t know.” You lie, rubbing at the ring on your finger. He looks at you as if trying to dissect you, but doesn’t say what first came to his mind.

“Well, figure it out. The sooner you do, the better you’ll succeed.”

Before you can continue the conversation, you notice that you’ve reached the dorm buildings. You stop, and he notices, he looks at the building you’re looking at, and lets out a drawn-out whistle. The building your dorm was located in was the most expensive and luxurious, with rumors suggesting that the dorm fees you pay are more than the tuition itself.

“Treasure Dorms…you got money.” He comments. “I should’ve charged you for the water.” He jokes, but notices you reaching for your wallet. He waves off the cash you try to hand him and turns his back to you to continue his walk back to his dorm.

“I won’t charge you this time, but if I see you walking alone in the middle of the night again, I will.”

“Thank you-?” you draw out the last syllable in the word, hoping the stranger would get the hint to tell you his name.

“Senku.”

“Thank you, Senku.”

TAGS: @rebeccawinters @rhemiar @anajellyc @rinchanisasimp

A/n: I was initially going to have this chapter as the titrations chapter, but I started to build up more of the angst and felt like the titrations scene needed its own chapter...

Next Chapter (WIP): The Perfect Titration with a 1B% Error

Sneak Peek: Senku and you cross paths again, but under different circumstances. Your luck is just as bad as Senku's when your lab group ends up having to redo the lab five times, and one of them started a small fire that nobody but Senku noticed.

[enneamage]

just in case you have watched it, what do you make of the Wlbr Genius vid? The part when he talks about the bridge in CMWLK -he likes to take a low point in his life and "make his misery theatrical" because of comedic value- screams 3 to me. Truly wild that he wholeheartedly believes he's an 8

I feel like I didn’t get too much from the interview itself because it seemed fairly meditated and practiced, he didn’t give much away and he wanted to be #relatable.

I think I would have lost my mind if we had another confident Eight mistyping but I recall that he mentioned that he thinks him and Q are both Threes (He’s like two quarters right, a he’s a 3w4 and Q is a 4w3.) I know he had Eight by Sleeping at Last in mind for C!Wilbur so that might be where this idea came from. Eight is probably the most dynamic song on the album and a lot of people are attracted to it because of that, he probably had the in-song themes in mind when he was Writing C!Wilbur kind of unaware that he was portraying. Y’know. All that.

Who needs crit when Tommyinnit has haterism in his DNA. I’m half-joking but of all the people to mainstream calling Wilbur an untalented pretentious prick I didn’t know Tommy would be on the frontlines, projecting a very clickable reaction video to millions of people. This action may have consequences, he did not hold back.

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “perv!127”.

| cw | perv behavior, masturbation, infidelity, alcohol consumption, stalking, fingering, oral (f), public sex, cockwarming, vouyerism, exhibitionism, pet names. | a/n | ill be honest, doyoung and haechan were my favorites, chat... btw i accidentaly posted this twice, i hate tumblr!! ANYWAYS, I HOPE I DID IT WELL (pls let me know, i have a hard time with this kind of thing)....

Mark really didn’t want to be like this, but he couldn’t help the dirty thoughts he had about his sweet girlfriend. It was getting harder and harder to control himself around you. You had decided to take things slow, to only move forward when you were both truly ready, especially you, since you were still a virgin. And maybe that was part of the reason behind his growing frustration.

Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t have some kind of fetish about virgins. The problem was that you acted in such unintentionally provocative ways, and it was torture for him not being able to do everything he wanted with you.

Like when you walked around the house without a bra, your hard nipples poking through your shirt, practically begging for his mouth. It was even worse when you hugged him, and he could feel them pressed against his chest. Or when you were cuddling and he had you as the little spoon—you'd shift around a little, rubbing your ass against his cock, forcing him to mentally sing every kind of anthem he knew just to keep from getting hard.

And, of course, even if he really, really wanted to throw you on the bed and make love to you until sunrise, he would only ever do anything when you allowed it. That's why he was forced to find other ways to relieve himself...

"Nothing really important happened today," your cheerful voice blessed Mark's ears through the phone as you began to rant about your day. "Oh, right, baby, I almost forgot! Did you know they opened a geek store two blocks from here?"

"Oh, really?" he replied, voice low and hoarse. "Had no idea," he added, keeping his answers short. Not because he didn't care, but because every word you said made his cock throb. He just wanted to listen.

His free hand clutched the phone tighter against his ear. The other moved slowly, rhythmically, stroking his hard cock. Your voice. Your laugh. The way you called him "baby" so sweetly, so innocently, with no idea that he was falling apart on the other side of the line.

"And I bought you a few Spider-Man editions, they're so beautiful!" you continued, excitement bubbling in your voice. "Ugh, it was supposed to be a surprise, but I just had to tell you!”

He bit his lip hard as his imagination ran wild, picturing how you'd sound moaning his name instead of talking about comic book stores, how your body would tremble beneath him, how your breath would catch when he whispered filthy things against your ear. The way your tight little voice would break when he slid into you for the first time...

“Fuck, babe,” he hissed, throwing his head back against the headboard, his hand moving faster now.

“Mark?” your voice wavered, a note of concern slipping in. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, beautiful… just—” he gasped, forcing his voice to stay steady, “keep talking. Don’t stop. Please,” it came out almost like a whine, needy, strained, like he was hanging onto every word you said just to survive the moment.

As much as Doyoung liked to think of himself as a gentleman, even he couldn’t deny how filthy his thoughts had become. He should be ashamed of himself—lusting after you, his sweet, married neighbor. But shame did nothing to stop him. If anything, it only made it worse.

And the best part? Your marriage was crumbling. He had watched it happen, had listened patiently as you poured your heart out to him, seeking comfort in his presence. He had played the role of the good neighbor, the trusted friend.

But deep down, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Because every time you sat beside him, eyes glossy with frustration, lips trembling as you vented about your husband, all he could think about was how easy it would be to slip his hand between your thighs and show you exactly how a real man would treat you. And the way you looked at him sometimes—soft, vulnerable, needy—only made it harder to hold himself back. Just like now, as he watched you waste yourself with yet another can of beer, despite his weak attempts to stop you.

It was just another one of those nights, sitting together, talking about life, about how lonely you felt even with a husband waiting at home. By now, Doyoung already knew how weak you were to alcohol, how easily your sharp words turned slurred, how your usual restraint melted into something softer, looser.

His eyes followed the way your fingers toyed with the rim of the can, your lips slick from the drink, parted just slightly as you blinked up at him with that hazy, unfocused gaze. He swallowed hard, shifting in his seat. He shouldn’t be thinking about how easy it would be to push you back against the couch, to let his hands roam lower, to have you sighing his name instead of that bastard’s.

But fuck, you were making it so damn hard to be a good man.

“Dodo, am I not pretty?” Your innocent, slurred words snapped him out of his thoughts. You stared up at him through those drunken, doe-like eyes he couldn’t help but adore, making his heart skip a beat.

“What?” He quickly answered, voice tight, though his mind was already spiraling, his chest constricting. “Of course you are.”

But then, you leaned in just a little too close, your breath almost mingling with his, your face just a few inches apart, utterly unaware of the effect you had on him.

“Do you really think so?” Your pout deepened, and you seemed to search his gaze for reassurance, making him want to devour you.

He gulped, his throat dry. “Y-yes, I do,” he breathed, his voice shaking as he fought to keep his composure. “You're gorgeous. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

And God, he meant every word, even if it was laced with thoughts he knew he shouldn’t have. He moved his hand up to your shoulder, slowly, appreciatively, letting his fingers glide down your arm, feeling the way you unintentionally shivered under his touch.

So responsive. So soft.

You were so close now, your breath warm against his skin, your lips parted ever so slightly. It wouldn’t hurt if he showed you just how much he liked you, right?

His palm cupped your face, thumb grazing your cheekbone, and his heart skipped a beat when you leaned into his touch without hesitation—so trusting, so unaware of the thoughts racing through his head.

Without a second thought, he found himself closing the gap, pressing his lips against your soft, pliant ones.

You tensed for a brief moment, as if processing what was happening, and even made a weak attempt to pull away—but he wasn’t having that. His grip tightened, holding you in place, his fingers pressing into your skin just enough to keep you right where he wanted.

And the second his tongue slipped past your lips, tasting the lingering bitterness of alcohol, you melted.

Fuck, you had no idea what you were doing to him. And you also had no idea what you were doing at all.

You were drunk, completely out of yourself, vulnerable in a way that made his chest tighten and his cock throb. If you were kissing him so eagerly, pressing your body against his so willingly, he could probably do anything he wanted to you right now, and you wouldn’t even think to stop him.

His hand trailed lower, fingers caressing your jaw before slipping down to your neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his touch. His fingertips danced along the neckline of your clothes, toying with the fabric, brushing ever so slightly over your breasts.

Then, just to tease, he tugged at your bra over your clothes, watching how it pulled against your skin. The soft whine that slipped from your lips between kisses had his mind sinking into a hazy fog of lust, but at the same time, it snapped him back to reality.

He pulled away, breathless, watching as you panted softly. You looked so out of it, yet so content, and before he could say anything, you were already leaning in again, chasing his lips for another kiss. He let it happen, just for a second, just to feel you melt into him again, before he forced himself to stop. His hands found your shoulders, gripping them firmly as he gently pushed you away.

Not like this. Not tonight.

“Doyoung…” you whined in protest, a pout forming on your lips.

He bit his lower lip. You were really testing him.

“You’re too drunk, darling,” he murmured, forcing a weak smile as he brushed his thumb across your cheek, trying to keep himself in check. “I’m taking you home, hm?”

It killed him to say it, to pull away when you were right there, pliant, eager, looking at him like he was the only man in the world. But no matter how much he wanted you, he wanted you sober even more. He wanted you to remember, to crave him just as much when your mind was clear.

So, for now, he would be good.

Yuta couldn’t help it, he just loved to tease you. You were his cute, pretty makeup artist, always working so hard to make his already striking face shine even brighter on stage. Which meant you were around him all the time. And if you weren’t? Well, he made sure to personally request you. Only you. After all, you were the best at what you did.

His sharp eyes roamed over your face intently, catching every little reaction—the way you nervously pressed your lips into a thin line, how your brows furrowed slightly, and how your hands trembled as you carefully dabbed the brush against his skin.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice filled with amusement. “Why are you shaking so much?”

The question was laced with mock innocence, but you knew better. Especially with his hand resting high on your inner thigh, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns against your skin, rubbing up and down as if he had all the time in the world.

You didn’t know exactly when this whole thing started, but by now, it had become a regular occurrence—Yuta all over you, always touching, always whispering filthy things in your ear when no one was looking. His hands would linger too long, his gaze would darken with something unmistakable, and no matter how many times you tried to put an end to it, he always had a way to pull you right back in.

If you so much as hinted at resistance, he’d play his favorite card: the resignation threat. A single word from him could shatter your career, and he made sure you knew it. He never said it outright, never needed to. The smirk on his lips, the way he leaned in just a little too close when reminding you how irreplaceable you were—it was all part of the game.

But the worst part? Unlike what you had once believed, everyone knew. Even the other members. And yet, not a single one of them ever tried to stop it.

“Y-Yuta, can you please not do this here?” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. Nervous eyes flickered around the room, scanning for any sign that someone might be watching, that someone might care. But no one seemed to pay either of you any attention.

Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t even pretending to care. His gaze dipped, zeroing in on the teasing hint of cleavage right in front of him as you leaned in closer to check his face. The position gave him the perfect view, and he took his time, shamelessly drinking it in, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“What? Now you’re trying to say this is my fault?” he raised a brow, looking up at you with that smug, knowing smirk. “You’re the one who chose to wear this skirt. You’re practically begging for me to touch you.”

Never mind the fact that he was the one who forced you wear it in the first place—telling you how pretty you looked in it, how it suited you so well. The truth was, he just loved the view. Loved watching the way your legs looked in that tiny thing, loved how you had to move carefully to keep from showing too much.

“I am not,” you shot back firmly, glaring at him, which only made him chuckle. He loved when you showed your claws—when you tried to act defiant, even when you both knew how easily he could break that act.

His hand moved up slowly, deliberately, until his fingers brushed against your clothed cunt. The sudden contact made you gasp, your body freezing in place as heat bloomed through you.

“Really?” he mused, voice dripping with amusement as he pressed just a little harder. “Because your body’s telling me something very different.”

It’s just a natural response, you told yourself, trying to cling to any shred of defiance. You wanted to snap back at him, but instead, a soft, helpless moan slipped past your lips.

Yuta smirked. He had already pushed your panties to the side, his fingers slipping inside you with ease, stretching you just enough as he pumped them in and out at a slow, teasing pace.

Your eyes darted around the room again, panic bubbling in your chest, but no one seemed to notice—or maybe they were just pretending not to. You bit down hard on your lower lip, desperately trying to stifle your sounds, only to earn a low hum of satisfaction from him.

“Let’s do this,” he mused, his foxy grin widening. “If I make you cum, you’re gonna be my personal stress relief tonight. Got it?”

Jaehyun had a girlfriend, one he claimed to love deeply, but he knew he was being a scoundrel. Still, he blamed it on biology, on a man’s natural urges. It wasn’t his fault that you, his girlfriend’s best friend, had been haunting his thoughts since the very beginning of his relationship.

He tried to be a good boyfriend, really, he did. But every time you were around, laughing, teasing, flashing that mischievous smile his way, it became harder to pretend. Harder to act like he didn’t imagine you beneath him, under him, taking him in ways his girlfriend never could.

Maybe it was wrong, but how could he be blamed when you were the one constantly in his head, you were the one who made his cock twitch with just a glance? It wasn’t his fault that every touch, every brush of your skin against his, sent a jolt straight through his body.

It wasn’t entirely his fault that he found himself slipping into these desperate habits to satisfy his twisted desires. He hated himself for it, for feeling this way, but the guilt wasn’t enough to stop him.

He couldn't resist the forbidden thrill of sniffing your panties every time he slept over at your place (he thanked God that you and his girlfriend were roommates) and taking a few of them with him so he could use them later. Not only that, but he really loved to peek at you in the shower. It was nice to see the way you touched yourself- even if it wasn't sensual, he just really liked watching you and imagining what it would be like if he were the one touching you like that.

And he didn't know you left the door unlocked on purpose, knowing he would be there—just like tonight.

You had chosen the perfect time, late at night, when his sweet little girlfriend was fast asleep, and you knew exactly who was watching you through the narrow crack in the door.

"Enjoying the view, huh?" you said, catching him completely off guard. He froze in place. "I know you're there, Jaehyun. Not gonna come in? I've been waiting for you."

He was stunned to be caught-stunned even more by what you said.

He hesitated only for a moment before stepping inside, welcomed by a wave of warm, damp steam that kissed his skin.

Even better—he now had a perfect view of you, not through a crack in the door, but all of you. He swallowed hard.

"Oh, you're this happy?" you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips as your eyes dropped to the bulge in his sleep shorts, the soft, thin fabric doing nothing to hide just how excited he was.

"It's not like I can help it," he muttered, his eyes slowly roaming over every inch of your body, licking his lips like a starving animal eyeing a taste of something forbidden.

That made you laugh, "Come here, come," you beckoned him with a finger, his gaze lifting to meet yours. "I'll take care of it for you."

He knew exactly what that meant. It was written all over your eyes, your voice-and, of course, in the very situation he found himself in.

He bit his lip, casting a quick glance toward the door. His girlfriend was asleep just a few steps away.

"...Are you sure?"

"I'm giving you the chance to fuck me. You don't want that?"

He didn't think twice to answer, "Fuck, of course I do."

In an instant, his clothes were gone, and he stepped under the shower with you. His hands found your waist immediately, pulling you against him with a kind of hunger he didn't bother to hide. His hard cock pressed against your stomach as his hands wandered all over your body, fingers gliding, gripping, worshipping the feel of your wet, heated skin. It hit him all at once: this was real. He was really touching you.

“You have no idea how long I've been needing you," he nibbled on your neck, kissing his way up toward your mouth, searching for a kiss.

"Oh, believe me, I know," you whispered back, meeting his lips, feeling the desperate way his tongue moved against yours, barely holding back from reacting to your teasing.

"I'm going to fuck you so good," he said, squeezing your ass firmly. "I promise."

Okay, it’s not that he was stalking you. Jungwoo was just… preparing himself. Making sure he knew exactly what you liked, what you disliked, so that when he finally approached you, he wouldn’t embarrass himself and lose his chances with you.

Of course, that meant he had to figure out which places you frequented, who your friends were, what kind of things made you smile. It was all just research. Necessary steps to ensure everything would go perfectly between you two.

Not only that, he also ended up making sure you were safe. After all, the world was full of dangerous things, especially for someone as precious as you. So, really, watching you wasn’t just about getting closer. It was about protecting you. Making sure you got home safely, ensuring no one suspicious lingered too close, even subtly steering you away from places that didn’t seem right.

Learning your habits, memorizing the way you moved, keeping you safe—well, wasn’t that just proof of how much he cared?

Jungwoo couldn’t help but let a passionate sigh escape from his lips as he watched you try on the new lingerie you bought. He had noticed it the first time he ever saw you changing, that bad little habit of yours. You never closed your curtains. It was almost like an invitation, like you wanted him to see.

Of course, he couldn’t let you keep doing something so dangerous. He’d have to remind you (when he finally gathered the courage to meet you) that you shouldn’t be so careless. That there were people out there with bad intentions, people who could hurt you.

You were lucky that he was the one watching you, and not someone else.

Nonetheless, he couldn’t do much more than enjoy the view.

His mouth nearly watered at the sight of you in that delicate blue bra and lacy panties. God, you had such impeccable taste, it suited you perfectly, just the way he’d imagined. And, oh, he had imagined it. The moment he saw you pick it up in the store, he knew it would look divine on you.

His heart and cock throbbed in unison, so pleased, so grateful. He didn’t even need to rely on his imagination tonight, you were right there, unknowingly putting on a perfect show just for him. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to reach for you, to touch, to feel, to claim. But for now, he had to be patient. Good things come to those who wait, right?

You shifted slightly, turning to the side to admire yourself in the mirror, and the movement nearly sent him over the edge. The way the fabric hugged you, the way your hands ran along your own body, adjusting the straps, smoothing the lace—it was almost too much.

Jungwoo bit his lip, his breath heavy as he palmed himself through his pants, his eyes glued to you like a starving man. You were so unaware, so innocent in your little routine, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was appreciating you more than even you appreciated yourself.

As if the universe really wanted to test his self-control, you let out a little sigh and pouted, clearly dissatisfied with something. His stomach clenched. What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t you see how fucking perfect you are?

Then, you did something that nearly made him lose it. You reached behind you, unclasped your bra, and let it slide down your arms. His cock jolted in happiness inside his pants when he caught a glimpse of your chest, your beautiful breasts gracing his eyes. He could barely contain the desire to press his lips to them, to suck and taste you so badly.

He was sure he could cum just like that, just at the sight of you. That’s why he had to look away, his cheeks burning in embarrassment, his heart hammering against his chest. But even as he turned his head, his body refused to obey. His eyes flickered back to you, drawn to every movement, every little shift of your body. Fuck. You had no idea, did you? No idea how much you tormented him, how badly he wanted, needed you to see him.

He swallowed hard, his hand gripping his thigh as if that would ground him, stop him from doing something stupid. He desperately needed you to acknowledge his existence. To look his way. To notice him. Just once.

But he knew this wouldn’t happen. At least, not yet.

Johnny always knew how to talk his way into anything, and with you, it was no different.

You trusted him, he made you laugh, always knew the right thing to say, always had a comforting tone, a clever joke, a witty excuse. You never really noticed how often he got away with things no one else would dare.

Like the way he’d casually barge into your room while you were changing.

It happened more than once, always with him claiming it was an accident, but somehow never looking particularly surprised. If you were trying on new clothes, he’d flash you a grin and say how amazing you looked, how the outfit suited you just right. If you were in your underwear, he’d murmur that you looked stunning like that, like it was the most natural compliment in the world.

And if you were naked… He’d let his eyes shamelessly roam, taking in every inch before offering you a cocky smile. He’d only leave when you scrambled to the door and slammed it shut, his muffled voice on the other side teasing, “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

And somehow, he always got away with it. Maybe because, deep down, you liked the attention. The way his eyes lingered on you. The way his charming smile could so easily cloud your judgment, sweeping your thoughts away from the obvious implications of his behavior.

And when he invited you over, you hadn’t expected to walk in on that. You froze in the doorway, gasping in surprise the moment your eyes landed on him—hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly. You turned around on instinct, heart pounding with embarrassment.

But he didn’t look the least bit flustered. In fact, the small smile on his lips said he’d planned this.

“Oh,” he said casually, his voice laced with amusement, “you’re here already.”

“Yeah, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—you know!” you stammered, unable to string a proper sentence together.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, and you heard the wet sound of his hand moving faster. A soft groan slipped from him. “You came in at the perfect moment.”

You swallowed. “W-what?”

“Come on,” his tone low and teasing. “Look at me, baby. Don’t you wanna see what you do to me?”

There was a pause, the air thick with tension. And slowly, curiosity, shameless curiosity, won. You turned your head, just enough to see him biting his lower lip, his fist moving faster, eyes locked onto yours like you were the one touching him.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with praise as he threw his head back, pumping himself faster. It was so much easier with you right there, just a few steps away, no need for imagination this time. You were real, watching, and that alone had him melting. “Fuck,” he groaned, chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m gonna cum… just for you.”

And so he did, hot spurts of cum painting his hand as your name slipped from his lips in a satisfied moan. His body shuddered, breath heavy, and when he opened his eyes again, they landed right on you.

You were still standing there. Still watching. Eyes wide, lips parted, your thoughts written all over your face.

“So… are you gonna keep watching or help me out?”

Taeyong isn’t much obvious about it. To anyone watching, he just seems like the perfect, overly sweet boyfriend, the kind who couldn’t imagine living without you.

And really, he is the best. Caring, loving, sincere. Honest about almost all his feelings. He’s all affection, always holding you close, always cuddling you like you’re the most precious thing in his world, peppering your face with kisses like he’s addicted to your skin. And that clingy, affectionate side? It’s the perfect cover for how perverted he really is with you.

His hands are always on you. Always.

When you’re curled up together on the couch watching a movie, his fingers will start innocently enough, tracing light circles on your stomach, pretending to be casual. But they always wander higher. Just under your breasts at first, staying there long enough that it starts to feel normal. Harmless.

Until suddenly he’s full-on groping you with a calm look on his face like it’s just another act of love. And you’ve gotten so used to it, you barely even flinch anymore.

Whenever you take a bath, he insists on joining you, always under the excuse of helping you clean up or giving you a "five-star spa experience" with his so-called massage service. It’s all about relaxing you, he says. Just a way to help you unwind.

But the truth is, he just wants full access to your body, to touch you anywhere he wants, whenever he wants. And really, he does love you, so much it borders on obsession. He needs you close, always.

And when you sleep together? You curl up on his chest, soft and warm, pressing against him like you belong there. You're so close he can feel every part of you… and most nights, he ends up cumming in his pants, silently, helplessly, just from the way your body molds into his.

Sometimes, he just can’t hold himself back.

There are nights he wakes you up, his body burning too hot, need pressing hard against his patience. His arms wrapped around you, chest to your back, lips brushing your ear.

“Can I please just put it in?” he whispers, voice soft and breathy, a desperate little whine that trembles with restraint. He presses a kiss to your neck, soft and pleading, while his hard cock grinds lazily against your ass through his briefs.

And how could you ever say no to him? So you just sigh softly, pull your shorts to the side, and let him slip inside you without another word. The sound he makes, a choked, relieved groan, almost teary in its intensity, is absolutely priceless.

Does Haechan usually enjoy a bit of a chase? Absolutely. He liked the tension, the teasing. But with you… there was something different. Something addictive about the way you melted for him with just a little push, the way you were so, so easy for him and only him.

He couldn’t explain it. Maybe he didn’t even want to. All he knew was that with a little persistence, a little pressure, he'd have you right where he wanted, squirming under his touch, your body giving in to him in the most satisfying ways.

You were genuinely his favorite plaything, he loved to mess with you.

You weren’t even in a relationship, but he made it clear to everyone that you were his—hence the reason why you never managed to find a romantic partner.

Donghyuck sabotaged every single potential candidate for that spot in your life. He made a point of being extra clingy the moment someone interested in you entered the room: he’d hold you by the waist the entire time, pull you into a hug, cover your face with kisses, and slip his tongue into your mouth in a messy kiss. Even if you tried to resist all his attempts, you always gave in in the end.

It was so easy, it was almost refreshing.

If he wanted to pull you into a corner in a public place just to fuck you, all he’d have to do is ask sweetly and you’d already be lifting your skirt for him to take you from behind. If he wanted to eat your pussy for breakfast, he’d just need to walk into your room, crawl under your covers, and find his feast between your legs. If he wanted to film you giving him the best blowjob of his life, all he’d have to do is promise to make you come until you couldn't take it anymore.

He also had a little habit of leaving pieces of himself everywhere. Whether it was cumming in your panties or wiping himself off on your pillow, he loved the thought of you surrounded by him, even when he wasn’t there.

Sometimes he’d jerk off while you were in the shower, moaning your name into your bedsheets and finishing all over your favorite pair of underwear, then toss them casually back into your drawer, knowing you’d find them later. Or worse: he’d tell you to wear them, right before you went out, watching closely as you hesitated… then slipped them on anyway, embarrassment all over your face as his cum stuck to your skin.

“Now, pull your leg up, cutie," he murmured, kneeling down in front of you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“But, Hyuck—” your voice trembled as you glanced around the library. It was full, and this corner wasn’t nearly as hidden as he made it seem. “We’ll get caught…”

“We won’t,” he said confidently, already lifting your leg and hooking it over his shoulder. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your thigh, voice dripping with sweetness. “Just be quiet for me, baby.”

“But still—”

“Please,” he breathed, and before you could respond, he kissed your clit, firm and full, enough to make you jolt and suck in a gasp. “Just wanna eat you.”

You bit your lip hard, casting one last panicked glance around the room. No one seemed to notice. No one had any idea what was happening behind the stacks.

When your eyes met his again, you didn’t speak, just gave him that look, the one that said “hurry up” without a single word. That smirk of his spread lazily across his lips before he finally dipped his tongue between your folds.

You were his. Not because you said yes, but because you never said no.

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[snail-day]

Happy Island Getaway

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Dubcon/intentions of noncon, Violence, Forced Captivity, Gun Violence, Gojo is a bit more on the feral/unhinged side. MDNI

Yandere! Gojo x Reader

a/n: This was supposed to be a cozy Animal Crossing thought... and then @raspberrietreats said “billionaire Gojo” and my brain spiraled. Thank you for your crimes 🫶 Now here we are: one sugar daddy, a fake plane crash, and a very reluctant bride.

Yandere! Gojo, who lounges lazily across the private island he bought just for you - so sweet, right? So romantic. A whole paradise with your name on it. Just the two of you. Isn’t he thoughtful?

So why, baby, why do you keep writing those little SOS messages in the nice warm sand?

He can’t help but smile behind his designer sunglasses, sipping from a chilled coconut as he watches you crouch near the shore, carefully arranging smooth white stones into a shaky, desperate H E L P M E. It’s adorable, really. He even chuckles a bit, brushing his snow-white hair back with one hand, his long legs stretched out on a ridiculously luxurious sun chair.

“You know I own the air rights to this place, right?” he calls lazily, voice teasing and light, like he’s talking about a parking ticket and not your failed rescue attempt. “No one’s even allowed to fly over without my permission. But points for creativity, princess.”

You don’t answer, at least not with words. Just hurling the coconut he gave you into the waves, salty tears brimming in your eyes, fingernails caked with blood and sand from trying to build a fire that wouldn’t light.

“Aw, c’mon now,” Satoru pouts, finally getting up and sauntering over. He squats beside you in the sand, the scent of salt and sunscreen clinging to his skin, long fingers idly brushing a stick out of your shaking hands. “You didn’t have to throw that,” he adds, a little sing-song, a little scolding. “The poor guy who carved it really didn’t deserve that. I mean, I did rip his tongue out afterwards, but still. It’s the principle, baby.”

You glare at him. He coos.

“I know you’re mad. I get it. Sure, maybe faking a plane crash wasn’t... super ethical. And yeah, flying my jet into the damn ocean might’ve been a little harmful to the environment, but how else was I supposed to make you stay with me?” His grin spreads slowly, sharklike. “Forever and ever. Just us. Isn’t that romantic?”

You don’t respond. You can’t. Not with your throat tight, hands trembling, sobs building thick in your chest.

He pulls out a sealed bottle of water, unscrews the cap with one hand, and presses it to your lips with the other.

“Thirsty, baby?” he murmurs, watching your expression with glittering eyes. “You’ve been working so hard today.”

And when you turn your head away, refusing even that, he just sighs, tilting your chin back gently with two fingers.

“Be good for me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your salt-streaked cheek. “You’ll feel better once you stop fighting it.”

You take the smallest sip, the glare never leaving your face. Tears drip freely now, hot trails down skin already raw from sun and salt.

“Good girl,” he beams, voice bright like he’s praising a puppy. “See? If you keep that up - well! Maybe, just maybe, I’ll call someone to come pick us up.” His grin widens, dazzling and full of mockery. “But I’m having such a good time here, baby. Would be a real shame if you didn’t indulge with me.”

He takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours like he hasn’t just destroyed your life, like you’re lovers on vacation. His thumb rubs slow circles against your wrist, almost tender. That crooked, boyish grin spreads across his face again - pretty, if you didn’t know better. If you didn’t see the rot behind it.

“We could be really good together,” he hums, tilting his head. “Not like you have any other options.”

And just like that, he pushes you gently back into the sand, the fine grains clinging to your skin and the tattered remains of your dress - god, your poor dress. It’s barely more than fabric now, after all the gifts you refused. The silks. The swimsuits. The sundresses. You stopped taking anything from him after you saw what he did - what he made of the staff. Tongueless. Broken. Just so you’d only ever speak to him.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he mutters, breath warm against your cheek. Then, quieter, almost under his breath: “Besides the grime. You could really use a shower, baby.”

Your stomach sinks. Heavy. Cold. Sinking like the plane he crashed, just a day ago, now rusting on the seafloor.

He leans in to kiss you, palm brushing over your chest with sickening familiarity. “C’mon, sugar. You always said you wanted a sugar daddy, and now that I’m playing the part… what? You don’t want me?”

He pouts, then grins again - baby blue eyes crinkling like he just cracked a joke only he understands. His lips find yours before you can twist away, tongue hot and invasive, tasting of coconut and cruelty. One hand creeps beneath your dress, fondling with your breas, the other pins your wrists above your head.

You bite down.

Hard.

Blood floods your mouth, metallic and hot. He jerks back, lips split, a crimson smear curling at the edge of his grin.

“Ow,” he whines, but his eyes are alight, wide and so terribly pleased. “Oh, baby. I had a plane coming.”

He sighs theatrically, licking the blood off his lip. “Guess you just lost your chance.”

Your breath stutters. Your eyes flick to his side - where the gun holster rests, sleek and silent.

He follows your gaze and laughs, loud and bright like waves crashing on coral.

“That’s okay,” he chirps. “I could use the longer vacation anyway.”

He leans down again, lips brushing your ear, breath warm and syrupy.

“Run if you want to, baby. I always catch what’s mine.”

You feel it. His hand loosening.

An invitation.

A test.

You scramble. The sand burns under your palms, jagged shells biting into your skin as you push yourself up and take off, stumbling and zigzagging toward the trees. Behind you, he lets out a low whistle and starts counting.

“One… two… three…”

He’s grinning. Wide. Wild. Like this is the best game he’s ever played. You’re fast - God, you’re fast - but he’s not worried. No, never that. Because when he hits ten, he raises his arm with surgical calm and -

Bang.

The bullet slices clean through the back of your leg, barely missing bone. Your scream splits the air as you hit the sand, limbs twisting, blood soaking into the shoreline.

“Don’t you know I’m a straight shot?” he sings, sauntering toward you, carefree as a boy in love. The gun is tossed aside like trash, clattering onto the beach behind him.

He crouches low beside you, knees digging into the sand, and brushes your tears away with those soft, unworked hands - fingers that have never lifted anything heavier than a silver spoon.

“Shhh, baby,” he coos, voice thick with mock concern. His grin stretches almost too wide. “I know it hurts. I know.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, the blood from your leg staining the hem of his linen pants.

“But hey, bright side?” he chirps, voice lilting, eyes sparkling like you’re the guest of honor at some romantic dinner and not bleeding out in front of him. “Now we get to spend so much more time together. You can’t run anymore. Isn’t that sweet?”

You try to crawl - anything - but he just tilts his head and grabs your chin, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“I mean, baby, think about it,” he murmurs, so close now. “You always said you wanted a sugar daddy. Someone rich. Someone handsome.” He kisses you again, sickeningly soft. “I am playing the part, right?”

“And now…” His voice lowers. Darkens. “Now we’re just gonna get married.”

You flinch when he leans in for another peck, right on your cheek, thumb still resting on your lower lip, dragging across the soft flesh.

He laughs, a soft and bright sound.

“But hey. Just a warning.” His thumb taps against your lips, thoughtful. “If you want to keep that pretty little tongue of yours, I suggest you say yes when I propose.”

He smiles so sweetly it makes your stomach twist.

“Wouldn’t want a mute wife, now would I?”

[maddamoiselle]

Burning Hearts

Pairing; SeaGod!Rafayel x NonMC!Reader

Summary: Lemurian lives for love, and as a lemurian yourself, you can't imagine a world without love. But maybe the Sea God can teach you more about it...

Words: 3166

Author's nonsense: I had this idea for Sylus, I couldn't help but do the same with Rafayel. A love story who started at the beginning of your journey. I hope you will enjoy it.

Chapter II ->

You were loved.

Since the moment you cried for the first time after your mother gave birth to you, until now. You were dearly loved.

You were born in Lemuria, your parents were both scientific , searching about human anatomy, which made you curious about the people who lived above water. You had one big brother who always seemed collected and calm, unlike you.

You were an energetic little girl, always swimming to find new things, doing pranks on others Lemurian before running away laughing. But you were also a gifted child, your voice was the most beautiful sound anyone had ever heard. This was one of your biggest pride.

The elder said your voice was so beautiful, it must have been created by the God of the Sea himself so he could hear you sing for him.

How you wished it was the case.

When you met The God, you were so mesmerised . He was a child, like you, a little bit smaller than you, purple hair and eyes that no words could describe… You tried to shake his hand but he slapped your hand away with a scoff.

” Don’t touch me."

That was your first meeting Rafayel.

He seemed to be someone unapproachable but you always ended up bumping into him. His gaze would always follow you when you were swimming away, your tail moving gracefully through the water.

One day, you came to him from behind with a smirk. you prank almost everyone, your next target was the God of the Sea himself. Your tail transformed into legs as you sneak behind him, trying to contain your giggles.

But as you were almost ready to touch him, he turned around and grabbed your wrist, his eyebrows furrowed. You blinked at him, an innocent smile on your lips.

” O-oh… You had seaweed in your hair.”

Rafayel let go of your wrist, crossing his arms against his torso. He looked at you with a mocking smile.

” You’re talking to the God of the Sea, shouldn’t you be more… respectful?”

You scoffed, before bowing in front of him with as much disrespect as you could. You saw his eyes widened but he didn’t seem angry, his eyes had an amused glint in it.

”I didn’t expect the God of the Sea to be so childish with rules.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking at him with a smug grin.

”Childish? I’m older than you."

“ Impossible. After all, people say my voice was so beautiful, it called to the new God of the Sea.” you said proudly, your chest puffing while Rayafel tilted his head on the side with a derisive smile.

“ Pu-lease, after I was born I needed someone to sing my praises, and then you were born.”

This was the first time you and Rafayel had a fight over who was the oldest. You both asked everyone that crossed your path: Who was the oldest. But it seemed like every lemurian was having fun watching yours and Rafayel’s face scrunching in anger as you both failed to have an answer.

” Why is no one giving us answers?” You shouted, throwing a rock into the corrals, watching it slide smoothly away from you.

“ They just enjoy seeing us go around in circles.” Rafayel spat, sitting on a boulder, as agitated as you. You sighed as you let yourself fall next to him.

You both sat in silence before Rafayel created a flame in his hand. Your eyes widened as you approached your face to the fire. You have heard that the Sea God was born with the ability to control fire but you never saw it before.

“ Do you want to touch it?”

You looked up to him, finding his face devoid of any emotions. He was looking at you calmly. You nodded and approached your hand before jerking away, screaming from the burn you felt.

Rafayel laughed out loud, his body leaning backward while you put your finger in your mouth. You pushed him out the boulder but he kept laughing as he glided slowly to the ground. You pouted, looking away until he swam to you, his eyes shining with amusement.

” How stupid can you be? Don’t you know fire burns?”

“ I’ve never really felt fire…I mean, we are living in the ocean..” You turned your head away, not wanting him to see you flustered by your lack of knowledge. He hummed before pointing to the surface, so far away.

” You’ve never been there?”

You shook your head, looking at the surface, so far away from where you sat. You brought your knees toward your chest with a dreamy smile.

”My mother told me so many stories about humans… I wish I could meet one, one day..” You spoke, feeling fishes swimming through your hair before swimming around Rafayel.

The little boy stared at you before looking up.

” Are you making a wish to the Sea God?”

You turned your gaze toward him, feeling shy as he looked at you once more with a gaze that seemed to know so much. You brought your hand toward him with a shy smile.

”Maybe..?”

He looked down at your hand, you bit your lips as he brought his hand towards yours. He looked at you with an amused smile.

”Then, you better be prepared.”

You screamed at him when you felt the burn from his hand. He laughed once more, running away from your dangerous little fists.

After that moment, Rafayel and you became closer and closer. Every lemurian knew: If they saw you, then Rafayel mustn't be far. If Rafayel passed by, you would surely be trailing behind him a few seconds after. You both would create new kinds of games, new ways of using your power to prank people, but you mostly talk about the surface.

Rafayel seemed to be more touchy with you, always tugging you in some place, laying on your back when you were sunbathing on a rock, or gently tugging at your hair to stop you from panicking because you broke a vase.

You ended up having a little group, your big brother would come, mostly making sure you were not doing anything bad. Cain, another boy, who seemed too shy to say what he wanted when you and Rafayel had decided what to do for the day. And another girl, Claire, who seemed to be a true romantic at heart.

You were all sitting on the sea sand, talking about anything and nothing until Claire whispered with sparkles in her eyes.

”Did you know, if we kiss a human, they can breathe underwater."

You heard your brother groaning before laying on seaweed, turning his back to you. Cain blushed so bad you were afraid he would faint. You turned your gaze toward Rafayel who seemed uninterested by Claire’s information, but when he saw your curious gaze on him, he only nodded, confirming the information.

” Kissing a human…” You whispered, touching your own lips while Rafayel rolled his eyes at you.

” Before thinking of kissing a human, try to find someone, even a fish, that would kiss you.”

As you tugged on Rafayel’s hair, you noticed your brother turning his head toward you.

” Isn’t it almost his birthday?” He said, pointing to Rafayel that was desperately trying to take your hands off his hairs. You looked at your captive with a smug grin before Claire patted your back with too much strength.

” Yeah! It’s almost the Sea God’s birthday! Everyone in Lemuria is celebrating his birth! What should we do?”

You glanced at Rafayel who had stopped struggling, he was looking away from your group of friends. You grinned before whispering in his ear.

”Should I sing for the Sea God?” You stuck your tongue at him but your enjoyment faded as you saw his face devoid of any emotions. You tilted your head toward him but he only smirked at you.

”Yeah, sing for the Sea God.”

You let him go, thinking of something to sing. You didn’t really know what kind of song the Sea God would like but…

You knew what Rafayel liked.

The next day, before dawn, you swam from Lemuria, toward the surface.

Rafayel had told you that the beaches up there had beautiful shells, but he never really saw one if not in rapport. You knew it could be dangerous, but you wouldn’t stay long.

You realised swimming from Lemuria to the surface was long… Too long, you could feel a cramp in your tail. You sighed but didn’t stop. You wanted to give Rafayel some shell from the surface.

After a while, your head bursted out the water. You looked around and slammed toward the desert beach, letting the waves carry you to the shore. You gasped as the dry sang hit your skin. That was weird…

You touched the sand that sticks to your skin and scales. That… That wasn’t the best feeling… You looked around and beamed when you noticed some flowers you had never seen in your life. You crawled toward the flower, panting quicker than you expected.

Your body felt heavy, so heavy…

How could humans walk that easily ?

You took the flower and other shells near you. You were starting to feel like someone was observing you. You gasped as you crawled toward the water once more. You touched your skin, so wet even though you weren’t in the water… Were you sweating..?

You crawled back in the water with a sigh of relief. You made sure your treasures were inside the tiny bag you had with you and swam back toward your home.

Once you arrived, you sneakily went inside your home, to hide Rafayel’s gifts. You hid it underneath your bed before screaming in fright when you noticed your brother waiting at your door.

” Where were you,”

” You scared me!”

” Where were you?”

You bit your lips, your brother’s stare making you feel smaller than ever. You touched your hair with a nervous smile. Would you be able to lie your way out of here?

” I was looking for presents… For Rafayel.”

”Well, Talia wants to see you.”

You tilted your head before swimming toward the grande plaza. You bowed to the beautiful lady, finding her quickly through the crowd. She beamed at you, taking your hands in his.

”There you are, my little pearl! Rafayel always talked about you.”

You nodded shyly, intimidated by her beauty. She explained to you that she wanted to train your voice so you would be able to see for Rafayel’s birthday . She wanted to make a full spectacle where you would be the star, but you needed to keep it from Rafayel.

You started training with Talia, reached notes you didn’t know you could. You would go into a secluded area, singing by yourself while dancing, fishes swimming around your legs before going through your hair.

” Are you avoiding me?”

You froze before looking behind you, finding Rafayel sitting on a rock above you. You smiled at him, you wouldn’t tell him, but you missed him during those last days. Training with Talia was taking all your time.

Rafayel stood up from the rock and jumped toward you. He pushes your hair out of your face, his eyes looking at you with great interest.

”I’m not avoiding you, I just—“

”You smell like the surface.”

You paled. You couldn’t let Rafayel find out about his birthday gifts! And yet, you couldn’t completely lie to him..

”Y-yeah, I wanted… I wanted to kiss a human!”

Rafayel frowned, observing your flustered face. He approached his face, his eyes moving to each detail from your visage. You bit your lips, was he looking if he couldn’t find any sign of deceit in your face?

” Do you truly want to kiss a human? Or just anyone?” He asked.

You shook your head, looking away from his intense and piercing gaze. You felt guilty lying to him…

” W-well… I’m curious about it… Don’t you?” You looked at him, watching how his eyes never strayed from your face. He tapped his lips with his finger, humming as he thought about your question.

” Maybe a bit… Want to try?”

Your eyes widened, your cheeks blushing as Rafayel smiled at you with a cunning smile. You tapped his chest, but made no move to go away when he approached his face.

“What? Are you scared?”

”No!”

”You seem scared… Poor fishie..”

You grabbed his cheeks and pulled him toward you, pushing your lips against his. You heard him gasp, but he didn’t move. You both looked at each other as you kept your lips together.

After a while, you puffed, trying to hold your laughter, some bubbles leaving your lips. Rafayel’s shoulder shook before he laughed against your lips. You both started laughing, holding your belly.

” Well, it wasn’t much.”

” Yes, kissing isn’t that much of a deal.”

A few months later, it was Rafayel’s birthday. You were with Talia as she styled your hair, putting pearls on your long locks, and some silver under your eyes. You were starting to get anxious, Rafayel never praised your voice… What if you made a fool of yourself..?

” You look beautiful, little pearl. Now, don’t be nervous, you’ll do amazing.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you had never sung in front of so many people,; and never in front of Rafayel… You slapped your cheeks before standing up and walking toward the grande plaza.

You hid behind the pillar, looking at Rafayel. you giggled behind your hand as you saw him sitting on a throne way too big for him. Would Rafayel grow enough to fit in that throne? He seemed bored...

You looked as Talia announced her present for Rafayel and when your name was called, the young lemurian stood straighter in the chair, looking for you in the crowd. Seeing him looking eager for your presence made your nerves disappear.

You walked toward the center of the place, smiling brightly at Rafayel who seemed to blush but you weren’t sure. Once the musicians started playing, you began to sing your song. A song of love for the Sea God, a song of love from his followers.

Your voice seemed to hypnotise anyone listening, your dancing simple but graceful, your clothes moving around the water just like your hair following your every movement.

At the end, the plaza shook from the applause you received, a standing ovation. you were gasping, dancing and singing was truly more difficult than you first thought. You smiled as Rafayeo glided to you.

”Well… I did expect the surprise… But not that…” Rafayel rubbed the back of his head, his cheeks red. You giggled, leaning toward him with an excited smile.

”This was for the Sea God… I have presents for Rafayel too.”

You tugged him toward your secret place, the only place Rafayel and you would go if you wanted to be alone. You forced him to sit on a big shell and went behind corals, taking your bag you had hid early this day.

You walked toward him, feeling shy as you realised his gaze never left you. you sat in front of him and opened your bag. You put the shell in his hand and gasped when you realized the flower was looking… dead?

Rafayel was looking at the shell with curiosity before looking at the dead flower in your hand. You quickly hid it behind your back, feeling so embarrassed but Rafayel took your wrist and looked at the flower.

”It’s from the surface,” you nodded at his words, “ Did you go alone?”

You looked away as he stared at you. After a moment, you heard him giggles, shaking his head. He tugged you against him, hugging you so hard you felt like he was trying to merge into you as he whispered in your ear.

”If your voice was created for the Sea God, I’m sure You were created for Rafayel…”

“ Oh please, I’m begging you, bring the Sea God here, I need to talk to him.”

You turned your head toward the elder with an amused grin. He truly looked tired but he seemed to have hope you would be the one bringing back the sea God. It seemed like the Tome of the Sea God was ready for another prophecy.

Almost two decades had passed, you were a beautiful lemurian, being known as the voice of the sea God. You were still asked to perform during festivals, or any important date. Your parents were proud of you, your brother… Well, he didn’t really care. Cain and Claire were still close friends to you, which you were grateful for.

Now, your relationship with Rafayel… didn’t change if just…

You both were teasing each other… maybe too much. Slight touches, lips inches apart, sweet whispers… But neither of you ever went too far. Were you cowards…? Or was Rafayel playing with you..?

You swam toward your secret place, knowing that Rafayel would be sleeping there. You smirked when you saw his sleeping form, your tail transforming into a pair of legs before walking toward him.

You sat next to him, admiring his face. How could he be so ethereal, you were almost jealous.

You gasped as you felt yourself being tugged against his chest. You lifted your head toward his, noticing his amused smile as his eyes fell on your face.

“ Looking for me, dearest?”

You rolled your eyes at him before sitting on his belly with a mocking smile. His hands found your waist, his thumb caressing under your floating clothes. You bit your lips as you saw his eyes roaming your figure.

“Actually, I’m not the one looking for you. The Elder is.” You smiled as you leaned toward his face, your eyes falling on his lips who moved into a smirk. You felt him stroke your cheek, making sure you were looking at his eyes.

” And so, he sent you…”

” Rafayel, anyone who looks for you, they come to me first…” You sighed with a small smile. “ So?”

”Mhn… Come with me.” Rafayel whispered. You lifted yourself from his belly before he tugged you toward the surface with a speed way faster than your own. Your eyes squinted as you realized a storm was rocking the waves.

Your head bursted out of the water, looking around. Rafayel made his flute appear in his hand with an amused smirk while your eyes landed on a rocking boat with … was that humans inside?

You saw Rafayel swimming closer and before you could say anything, a human fell from the boat, right into Rafayel who didn’t see it coming. Your eyes widened as a man pointed at you from the boat, a weapon in hand.

”Lemurian!”

You dived into the water, avoiding the blade that was shot in your direction. You looked around desperately, looking for Rafayel. You swam back to the surface and gasped when you saw the female human pressing her lips against Rafayel’s.

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Chapter II

[melodyofmbaku]

Pour me Another Lie [Part 2] (Smoke Moore x Annie x Stack Moore)

Preview: “Look how good you are… how perfect you are. How pretty you sing for me.” 

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning ⚠️: They're a trio. Smut (18+ Material)

A/N I made this chapter thicc for ya'll. I really appreciate your comments/reblogs, it's what keeps me writing. Can't wait to hear what ya'll think! 😘 Pour Me Another Lie Part 1

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The smell of wet grass permeated their senses and the moisture in the air dampened their skin. It was early, the sun hadn’t risen yet. The crickets had begun their song and filled the silence that sat between the pair. 

Stack just finished up rolling their cigarette before popping it into the side of his mouth and lighting it. A long drag. 

“So?” he started, passing the smoke over to his brother. 

“So what?” Smoke responded before taking a hit.

“What we bouta do?”

“We really gonna let that nigga Hank be talking bout’ how he employed Annie? Had her working behind his bar?” Stack continued. 

Smoke didn’t answer for a bit, letting the question hang between them.  

“It don’t matter what she was doing, it matters why she was doin’ it.” Smoke looked up into the distance and took a drag of the cigarette once more. 

“What you mean?”

“Annie doesn’t lie to us. So for her to feel the need to do that? We fuckin’ up somewhere.”

He passed the cigarette over, and Stack took it without a word. The tobacco sizzled as he inhaled, the smoke curling around his jaw as he tilted his head, slowly nodding. “So again… what we bouta do?”

“We get her to tell us what’s going on,” Smoke said simply, flicking ash off the side of the porch. “Whatever it is, we’ll fix it.”

It was decided. 

From inside, they heard her voice—soft, questioning, worried.

“Elias? Elijah?”

Stack’s shoulders stiffened. They hadn’t meant for her to wake up alone.

“C’mon.” Stack stamped the cigarette out before opening the screen door with a creak, and the brothers stepped inside.

The lamp in the corner of the bedroom cast a honey-colored glow, bathing Annie in warm light. She was perched on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one of of the boys shirts that swallowed her whole.

“Hey, mama,” Stack said, stepping closer. 

“How you feeling?”

She gave them a weak nod. “Sore,” she admitted, but her eyes flicked toward Smoke with something close to warmth. “But good.”

“We wanted to talk about yesterday.” Stack started. Annie cast her gaze down to the floor. Dreading the fact that they’d have to talk about the situation. 

Smoke rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. It was stressing him bad. “You ain’t in no trouble, Annie. We just tryna understand what’s goin’ on in your head.”

“C’mon baby,” Stack said, squatting down beside her. “You can tell us.”

She began twisting her fingers in her lap. “Y’all are gonna think I’m being stupid…”

“We ever said that to you before?” Stack asked, gently tilting her chin up.

Annie let out a breath, shaky and honest. “I miss you.”

Smoke moved closer. “Whatchu mean? We right here.”

She shook her head slowly. “Y’all are asleep all day. Most of the day at least. I barely see y’all anymore.” Her voice cracked. “Yeah, we’re fucking, but… a lot of the time after that… it’s like we’re ships passing in the night.”

She picked at the hem of the shirt she wore absently, grounding herself.

“I… sometimes I feel alone.”

Stack reached out to hold her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it. 

Smoke’s jaw tensed. “You got two whole husbands. That’s more than most.”

She shot him a look. Stack tipped her chin to look back at him. His brothers attitude was not helping the situation at all. 

“This why you was working at Hank’s?” He asked softly. Still rubbing his thumb over her hand. 

She shook her head affirming. 

“I just wanted to be a part of something. Fill my day up. See other people. Not just wait around for y’all to wake again. Especially ‘cause… well, I ain’t like y’all. I’m not a vampire. I’m up when the sun’s up. I sleep when the moon’s high.”

Smoke glanced at Stack, who avoided his gaze.

There was always that sliver of distance between them — blood and time and unspoken choices. She’d refused when they offered her the promise of eternity together. She chose humanity even when it made everything harder. 

Stack finally spoke, softer this time. “We’ll figure somethin’ out. We don’t want you feeling like that. Not in this house.”

“You ain’t never alone. Never.” 

Smoke sighed before he made his way over and placed a kiss on her head, his hands went to her shoulders to comfort her. 

“Thank you for telling us. For trusting us.” he said.

Annie’s shoulders relaxed just a bit. She nodded. “Y’all not mad?” Her voice was small. It wasn’t like her. 

Smoke’s chest tightened up. God they had really fucked up. 

“Never upset with you.” Stack murmured from below. More kisses placed on her hands. 

“We’ll figure something out.” Smoke confirmed. And she nodded, leaning into him and taking his affections. 

They didn’t say much else that night. Just held her — Stack curled around her back, Smoke’s fingers threaded through hers as she drifted off to sleep.

She hadn’t asked for much. Just to feel a little less alone.

And they heard her.

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The Next Day - 4:45am

“I can’t believe we doing this shit.” Smoke muttered, cradling a small box gently in both hands.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stack replied, nudging the door open with his foot. “Just don’t drop it.”

The front door creaked open softly. The boys stepped into the darkened house, dew still clinging to their boots, air thick with pre-dawn chill.

“We could’ve done anything else.”

“Nigga. Shut up. You rather have her serving drinks all day?”

Smoke pursed his lips and kept his mouth shut. 

“Plus… if it makes her happy that’s all that matters.” Stack concluded. 

That — the two could agree on. 

The boys had left the house at midnight as always but this time they didn’t go to the juke. 

They had other plans. Something that would take them alot further out. 

When Annie said she was lonely, it damn near broke Stack’s heart.

He wouldn’t have known what loneliness felt like if you'd asked him a year ago. He and Smoke had been side by side their whole lives — womb to world. That kind of closeness made it hard to imagine being alone.

But if he had to name the moment he first felt it? It was the day he woke up a vampire and Smoke wasn’t right beside him. He reached out and his brother wasn’t there.

If that’s what Annie meant — that empty, aching kind of quiet — then no. She wasn’t gonna feel that. Not when she had them. 

Stack pushed their bedroom door open and the two entered. Annie was curled up in the bed fast asleep. 

“Annie?” He tried softly. 

Nothing. 

“Baby girl?” Smoke tried this time. 

Annie stirred at the sound, emerging from underneath the blanket. She looked around a little confused. “What’re y’all doin’ back so early?”

She began to rub sleep from her eyes. 

Instead of answering, Smoke gently set the box down.

A tiny Rottweiler puppy stumbled out, big eyes blinking up at her, tail wagging like it had no idea what sleep was. 

The pup yipped and ran over to the side of the bed. Trying and failing to jump up. 

“Oh —“

She looked at them with shock covering her features. 

“Oh my god, is this for me?” Her eyes were wide and tears had already begun to well up. 

“Just for you baby.” Stack confirmed standing proudly.

She watched as the dog struggled to get up the bed. 

Annie knelt over the bed, and scooped the pup into her arms. It licked at her chin and she laughed — truly laughed — for the first time in what felt like weeks.

She placed a kiss on the dogs little head before correcting her and saying “We are not that kind of household. But imma give you a pass today.”

“Yall… I’m — I don’t even know what to say. “ she juggled the pup as she nipped at her dress. 

She was beaming.

“It ain’t us but, she’ll give you something to do during the day. Someone to hang out with till we wake up. So you won’t feel so alone.” Stacks smile stretched wide across his face. 

Smoke piped in.  Back slightly turned and not meeting her gaze. He was a complex man and guilt was eating him up. How did he not see it? Her unhappiness? The misstep would plague him for a while. 

“Yeah, you can take her for walks and shit. And when she gets older she could even protect you. Y’all can add some extra feminine energy to the space.”  Smoke added gesturing to the area around him lazily. 

She suppressed her laugh — this solution definitely wasn’t initiated by Smoke. 

“How’d you get him to agree to this?” she asked, jerking her chin over shoulder at Smoke but talking to Stack.

“You try to do something nice for someone…” Smoke said dryly.

“I know this wasn’t your idea,” she teased while bringing the puppy up to her nose and breathing in her scent. 

Stack smirked. Smoke scoffed — but he didn’t deny it.

Stack grinned wide, one arm slung around her. “But he ain’t stop it neither.” 

Smoke rolled his eyes. “Y’all bein’ real funny tonight.”

She crooked her finger beckoning for the younger twin to get down on her level. 

“Thank you baby.” She spoke softly into his lips before placing a kiss on them. 

“I wanna do something nice for you, say thank you”

“Yeah?” The man breathed out as his hands went out to grip her thighs.

“Mhm. Not with my words though. You like that idea?” She asked while her hand traveled down his chest to run over his covered member. 

His eyes fluttered shut. He liked the idea, a lot. 

Getting hard from a few kisses and some touching was insane. 

The puppy whined and wriggled in her arms.

“Put her in the crate for a bit,” she said, biting her lip and looking up at him from the edge of the bed. 

He didn’t have to be told twice. He handled the dog and crossed the room to put her away. 

She got up to stretch and glanced over to Smoke. He held her gaze and said nothing as he leaned against the window sill. 

She could tell he was still a little stiff. A bit uncomfortable with everything that had gone down in the past few days. 

She mouthed an “I love you.” to him and the grumpy man couldn’t help but crack a smile. 

“You’re trouble.” 

Now Stack sat on the edge of the bed, watching her — still glowing from the surprise, the love in her chest blooming like a rose.

She walked over and dropped to her knees between his thighs, unhurried.

She turned her head and glanced to Smoke. 

“You not coming over?” The man was now staring outside. 

He glanced at them before huffing “Ya’ll don’t need me over there.”

Annie let out a giggle before focusing on the man in front of her.

Petty. Petty. Either way the show would have to go on. 

She looked up at him and reached up to unleash the dragon. She unzipped his pants and pulled him out. 

“Hi baby.” She said, big brown eyes staring up at him. 

“Hi.” He responded, voice light. 

She had pulled his dick out and stroked him a few times before she moved his tip along her lips. Slightly sticking her tongue out to taste. 

Her eyes fluttered closed. She kept the head between her lips before nippling and kissing it. She was getting in the zone. She loved the build up. Once she took him fully into her mouth, Stack hissed. Then she went to work.

Smoke leaned against the window, arms crossed, watching the way she rocked on her knees. 

One thing about Annie? She got off on sucking dick. Nothing could get her going faster. So yes, the blow job was for Stack but it was also for her. He was looking right at the proof. Smoke focused intently on the essence that slowly oozed onto the floor from her pussy as she sucked the life out of his brother. 

He adjusted himself in his pants, eyes on the woman’s swaying form and the evidence she left behind. She was so sensual. Everything she did made him wanna bow. He wanted to worship at the altar of Annie. 

Right now, he really didn’t deserve it — her. They had fucked up bad. But could he resist her, like this? Right now? She was a picture if he ever saw one. 

He told himself he’d just watch. Let her have this moment with Stack. But when he saw the way her back arched — the soft sounds slipping out her lips — his resolve cracked in half.

“Fuck it.” He’d deal with the guilt after. 

Before she knew it he was crossing the room over to them and ended up right behind her. 

He flexed his knees a bit and she heard him undo his belt buckle, unzip and pull himself out of his pants. Those were some of her favourite sounds. 

She was gonna get it tonight and she was so excited. 

He placed a hand on her hips and slightly angled her body upward. 

“Lemme see that arch baby.” And arch she did. 

Smoke didn’t have it in him to play for long. He was hard as a rock and watching Annie drip onto the floor earlier did his resolve no favours. 

He rubbed his dick along her folds, collecting her essence and watching it glisten on his dick. Fucking glorious. 

He timed his entrance with when she had Stack out of her mouth so he could hear her delicious moan. Fuel for them all.  

Slowly but deliberately he thrust into her. There they set their rhythm, moving in sync. Back and forth — Annie at the center of their world. 

They’d danced this dance time and time again. It never got old. They were a unit. They knew each other's bodies and triggers. It was beautiful for each one of them. Being known so deeply. Being loved so intimately. 

Annie’s eyes had become heavy and lidded from the additional sensation and she set her eyes on Stack. Those eyes coupled with his dick being in her mouth was a problem. 

The man managed to get out a tight “Stop lookin’ at me like that.” Before throwing his head back and letting out a drawn out “Fuck.”

Smoke looked up at his tortured brother and smirked. 

He bent down to whisper comically in his wife’s ear. “Keep going baby. Don’t let him tell you what to do.”

The man could feel the effects of her enthusiasm on him. Every time she came back her pussy would swallow his dick. It was beautiful the way she was creaming on him. It was like an ocean in there and he didn’t wanna stop swimming. 

“If you can make Stack cum, I’ll make you cum. Deal?” Smoke asked.

She bobbed her head enthusiastically and he took that as a yes. 

Annie always felt so sexy when she could have them both at the same time. It was all encompassing and she loved it.  

She grinned to herself and continued to top Stack from the bottom. Licking up and down his thick shaft with her hands twisting at the base periodically. 

She felt the sensation of his dick sliding in and this time she let it slip right down her throat and she held it there. 

“Shit.” Stack exclaimed. 

The man gained the strength to look back down at her and still she looked up at him. Love, adoration and something dangerous in her eyes. 

He made the mistake of glancing even further down and there they were. Annie’s tits were bouncing and jiggling on account of her getting railed by his older brother. 

Oh, the life they lived. 

Stack loved every part of Annie but he went feral for her titties. He was always pinching em, holding em, looking at em, he couldn’t get enough.

His resolve was being tested. He didn’t want this to be over. He wanted to savour this — getting head was a gift. He employed every shred of willpower to hold on. 

He raised his eyes to the ceiling trying to get the graphic image out of his head. He counted 11 planks of wood before glancing down once more. A mistake. 

The man wanted to last, he really fucking did but then Annie took her mouth off him and spat right on his dick. There was a trail of spit still attached to her lip and she held his gaze while rubbing her thumb over his tip. 

She was a wicked wicked woman. 

He watched as her lips enveloped him and she increased her pace and sucked him down her throat once again. 

This time though, she didn’t pull back. She held him tight and he could feel her tongue lapping against the shaft, tickling his skin. Her dark brown eyes stared into his soul. 

She was so heartbreakingly pretty. His hand reached out to cup her face but he didn’t get a chance to. 

She hummed and that's what sealed his fate.  The vibrations created an unreal amount of pleasure. He had no chance against Annie’s prowess. 

His self-control snapped like an elastic band. He was gonna finish. Right fuckin’ now.

At this point he pulled himself out of her mouth and grabbed the base of his dick. 

“Where you want it baby?” He asked his wife, gripping himself tightly. 

She took her hands, pushed her titties together and breathlessly begged “Right here.” 

Her tits then. He let his orgasm rise within him. He was good. 

That was before she dropped her mouth open and stuck her tongue out. 

The man short circuited. 

Annie would save the moan that left Stacks mouth in a box in her mind for later use. 

His internal dialog was overwhelmed. In mere milliseconds he had to make a choice. Her mouth? Her tits? He couldn’t decide in time and shot his thick load somewhere in the middle. 

Most of it landed on the tip of her tongue. She sported a smile as his seed dripped from her mouth right onto her titties. 

It was straight up pornographic. 

The man struggled to catch his breath. He watched the scene mesmerized and as he attempted to recover. 

The little minx that she was, the woman pressed her breasts together spreading his seed across her chest.  

He looked down at her in a flustered accusatory manner. She knew what she did. She fluttered her pleasure laden lashes at him before letting out a breathless “Thank you.”

She continued to smile up at him as if she hadn’t just given him the most insane blow job of his life. 

He had married a wicked woman indeed. 

He cursed under his breath while closing his eyes. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” 

Stack was almost in a daze, and he became preoccupied with watching her tits bounce but this time with his cum spread across them. He imagined this was what heaven would be like. 

Behind her Smoke observed their interactions. His measured thrusts were about to become a lot sloppier. 

She turned her head over to look at her husband, her eyes low and lidded and simply said “It’s my turn.”

“I got you baby. You did so good, I’m gonna give you —“ his voice trailed off as she began to fuck back with enthusiasm. 

“Shit Annie.” Smoke placed a hand on her lower back, that arch was doing something to him. 

She was throwing her hips back and letting out soft pants that hit Smoke’s ears in all the best ways. 

Everything was sloppy. And wet. And Annie loved it all. Mentally she was transcending. She felt so special and loved — they paid her so much attention.  There was cum on her lips and on her tits. She wanted it inside of her too. Cover all her bases. 

Stack began pulling at her cum covered nipples, she liked that. 

Smoke reached a hand around her waist to find her clit. 

Slowly he began to tease the sensitive nub. Matching his movements with his thrusts. Back and forth he swiped at her pleasure center.  

“Yes. Yes. That feels so good.” She panted out. 

Her husband was hitting her in all the right places at just the right pace. She met his thrusts with enthusiasm and the stimulation she received on her nipples added to the experience. She was home. 

“I want more.” she let out. 

“More. More. More.” She chanted out breathlessly.

She was getting demanding. This raised an alarm for Smoke. 

How much more could he give?

When she got like this. Hungry for it? He couldn’t control himself. 

“Are you gonna give it to me daddy?” She threw her head over her shoulder, dark low eyes and kiss bruised lips looking back at her partner. 

“Annie — chill out.” He warned, hand placed firmly on the small of her back. 

Annie did not chill. In fact she clenched her walls greedily for a fuller feeling. The very opposite of chilling. 

He gasped. 

“You promised.” She whined. 

Annie wanted — so Smoke provided.

He worked quickly to swipe his fingers across her clit. Leaning over he began to murmur in her ear hard thrusts not letting up. 

“Look how good you are… how perfect you are. How pretty you sing for me.” 

She nodded. A sob building up in her chest. She loved it when they talked her through it. 

“We’re sorry baby.” He continued and she needed to hear it too. 

And he just kept giving — every thrust, every touch, every whispered word. Telling her in the only way he knew how:

You ain’t never alone.

Not while we’re alive.

Not even when we’re dead.

That one final statement did it for her. Her voice cracked as she panted out her pleasure — tears streaming down her face. 

“Yes, yes I’m gonna—” Urgency coated her voice as she reached for Stack’s hand like it was the only thing tethering her to earth.

Stack laced his fingers with hers, grounding her with a steady squeeze. She didn’t have to say anything — he felt what she needed.

Annie always needed a little encouragement to let go. She lived in her head too much — always watching herself from the outside, afraid of losing control. And with the boys? Truth be told, her orgasms scared her. How big they were. How undone they made her.

“Go ‘head, baby,” Stack whispered, voice thick with heat. “It’s okay. You just let go — we right here with you.”

And let go she did.

Smoke watched her — how she shoved her hips back, how tight she clenched around him, how wild and beautiful she looked when she finally let it hit.

She came like a storm breaking open — happy, wild, free.

Stack felt her tremble, felt her trust him — and it stirred something deep in him. If that was loneliness, what she’d felt, then this was the cure. He’d give it to her again and again.

Smoke felt it too. The freedom. Free from last night’s weight. Free from the pressure of always holding it together.

That was all he needed.

He grunted, sank into her one last time, and came with a shout that left him breathless.

____

“Annie?”

“Mhm?” she murmured, distracted as she tickled the puppy’s belly and giggled at its squirming paws.

They were tangled up in bed — a mess of warm skin and lazy limbs. Stack was already out cold, chest rising slow and deep, mouth parted like he’d been knocked out.

Annie rested on his outstretched arm, her fingers drifting up Smoke’s chest, playing with the gold chain that hung between his pecs.

“Next time something’s bothering you…”

“Enough,” she said, cutting him off gently but firm.

He nodded.

“It’s done, baby. We’re good. It’s water under the bridge.”

They were fine. That’s all he needed to know. They didn’t need a hundred words — not when the truth was already pulsing between them.

Stack let out a small snore, body slack.

Annie didn’t know it, but that moment had wrung something out of him too. He’d meant every word — about being there, about her not feeling alone. And when she let go, so did he.

Silence stretched, soft and full.

“You sucked the soul outta him,” he joked.

“He deserved it.” she replied.

Smoke smiled, watching her settle deeper against his chest.

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[chunghasweetie]

𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 | J.JK

— part 1

— pairing | fem!oc x dealer!jjk

— summary | after a petty argument jungkook spots you showing out at a party with the hosts arm around your waist

— warning | bad writing (i’m doing my best)

unprotected sex, toxic fwb, lots cursing, jealousy, angst, ratchet behavior, dirty talk, angry sex, belittling, drinking, smoking🍃, womanizer behavior, breeding kink, both 🚩🚩 , daddy kink, degrading, slapping (face), false accusations, double standards

— word count | 6.2k words

— song suggestion | love you like me — william singe

He was blocked once again.

He didn’t even know for what this time.

Well, he had a good idea.

Running his mouth again. They always argued and he was always blocked and unblocked.

This time he think he actually irritated you.

“Goddamnit Y/n.” He cursed. He pissed you off once again but now his number and his Instagram was both blocked by you.

For some reason this time irked him more than the others.

“You’re still stressing over that girl?” Jimin plopped on the couch next to him.

“I can’t believe you still fuckin on her.” Taehyung walked in, taking a seat on the couch too.

“That’s my girl ya’ll know that.” Jungkook bit his lip, staring at his blank phone screen.

“You need to get like how you used to. 3 or more at a time. Always.” Jimin spoke, “You used to be like that. You used to make fun of guys like you. Now you’re giving out free shit to some girl.”

“I mean he does get pussy from it but like, only her bro?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook. “You used to have all these girls on you. Stephanie, Nari, Seunghee, Belle, Maya… What happened to you man?”

Jungkook thought about what they said. “Shits just different now.”

“Oh my gosh she’s ruined you.” Jimin groaned. “Nah man. We’re going to a Jackson party.”

“He’s having a party?” Jungkook looked up from his phone. “Why haven’t I heard anything about it?”

“Because you’re too busy stressin’ about some bitch.” Jimin shook his head.

Before Jungkook could correct him, Jimin corrected himself. “Some girl. Before you start.”

“Anyway, it’s tonight.” Taehyung spoke.

“So bring whatever cash you got and we’re definitely gonna send you home with a girl or two.” Jimin swung his arm around his shoulder.

“Oh shit I think she’s posting about you Jeon!” Taehyung was on her phone, immediately making Jungkook’s head snap over.

“Really?!”

“No man.” He laughed. “We really gotta get you more girls. You need more pussy than just her.”

“Yeah, no more Y/n.” Jimin shook his head.

“Whatever.”

༊—

“I’m so jealous.” Seungyeon swooned over the text messages on your phone.

“I don’t see why. This looks annoying as hell.” Elkie rolled her eyes.

Jungkook🍃

Wyd

Lemme come over

I got shit for you and your friends

Omg fucking answer

You’re mad annoying

I ain’t even mean what I said fr just reply 😭

“I think it’s cute. And hilarious.” Seungyeon chuckled. “What made you block him this time?”

“He was bragging about how many girls he sells to. How they’re all pretty and thick as hell. So I just said ‘cool’ and blocked him.” You shrugged.

You and your friends had been getting ready for hours for a Jackson Wang party they had personally been invited to.

“You better not hope he doesn’t pull up tonight.” Elkie spoke.

“Yeah Y/n. Taehyung’s going and I’m sure they’ll try to convince him.” Seungyeon told her.

“He’s probably too busy getting high in his room.” Elkie replied. “Or selling in the east side.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it.” You shook your head. “I kinda do wish he would be there though.”

“Is his dick really that good?” Elkie asked you as she was baking her makeup.

“Unfortunately it is. Like, real good.” You started to get flashbacks.

“Here she goes.” Seungyeon rolled her eyes.

“He fucks me sooo good yall don’t get it.” You began. “Even though he’s annoying and shit I’ve never had dick like his. Once we started recording our shit I can’t stop rewatching.”

“You aren’t worried he’ll show people?” Elkie asked.

“They’re all on my phone. He only has a few. Even if he does show his homeboys it’s whatever. He’s damn near louder than me anyway.” You told her.

Your phone went off, making you look over at it to see the notification.

kplug🍃 has added you on Snapchat

“Oh my gosh.” You said out loud, immediately making the girls look over.

“He fucking added you on Snapchat!” Elkie laughed out loud, “He’s crazy”

“And on his plug account?” Seungyeon’s eyes widened. “He’s obsessed.•

“What can I say? This pussy makes him insane.” You jokingly boasted.

“Did you add him back?” Seungyeon asked.

“Nah not yet. I’ll wait until I’m almost done getting ready.” You tossed your phone on your bed.

“Yeah that’ll be better.” Elkie nodded.

“Ugh I need to hurry anyway. I’m tryna look good tonight.” You groaned, looking at your barely half done makeup.

No matter what it was, you loved to look good. You were a confident woman who took pride in her appearance.

Tonight mattered. You hadn’t took good pictures in quite some time and Jackson’s party was the best place to take them at.

You had just changed up your hair last night. You had a brown base with blonde highlights. And for tonight you decided to add gold and bronze tinsel to elevate your look.

Your friends always had the same energy, wanting to look as good as they could even if it was a simple occasion.

Seungyeon and Elkie definitely showed out with you tonight.

You all had skimpier outfits on tonight. You were a low cut brown latex top with a matching black mini skirt.

Your heels were black and the strings wrapped up around your mid calf. You sprayed your expensive perfume all over, making sure you smelt as good as you looked.

Your makeup was finally done for the night and it couldn’t have looked better. You looked incredible.

The girls had taken some pre party pics in your room, posting on all social media.

“Oh Y/n! Add him back.” Seungyeon told you.

You nodded, adding Jungkook back on Snapchat.

“He’s gonna see all our videos at the party. He’s gonna regret saying all that shit to you.” Elkie laughed. “Gonna see so many dudes all up on you and start punching walls and shit.”

“He probably already is and we haven’t even left the house yet.” Seungyeon laughed with her. “The pictures we posted right now are enough to make him tear his hair out.”

“Damn right.” You giggled. “Yall got everything? I’m about to order the Uber.”

Both girls nodded, making sure they had everything they needed.

kplug🍃 just sent you a snap

You looked at the notification, “Hm.” You hummed to yourself, not opening his snap quite yet.

Once the uber pulled up all of the girls climbed in, taking more pictures in the backseat on the drive there.

You lived in a nice area, but nothing compared to Jackson’s place.

The location was one of his many homes,

“Jackson lives so far from us.” Elkie looked at the map on her phone.

“Yeah but his area is so nice. It’s worth it.” Seungyeon added. “I wonder how many people are gonna be there.”

“Girl you know it’s gonna be so packed we gonna have to get dropped off damn near a mile away.” You laughed.

“You better hope Jungkook doesn’t show up.” Elkie looked over at you, who was just opening his snap.

The snap was him a car, sitting in a car full of tackily dressed women right corner of him. One of the girls was taking the picture for him.

“I should’ve just shut up.” Elkie covered her mouth. “They’re definitely going.”

“He’s petty as hell!” Seungyeon looked over at your screen. “What does he expect you to say to that?”

“Probably nothing.” Y/n turned off the phone. “He wants to be like that he can go right ahead.”

“You’re so cool about it.” Seungyeon looked at her in amazement. “I would’ve went batshit crazy.”

“I’m not trippin because I’m not holding back at this party.” She laughed.

༊—

“Why would you guys do me like this?”

“You’re so dramatic.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “We found you a car full of girls to take to the party and you’re complaining.”

“Didn’t ask for it. Y’all make me look like a charity case. I could’ve gotten plenty at Jackson’s.”

“Whatever.” Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You know how much play she’s gonna get there? And you’re gonna have to watch it alllll.”

“Yeah man. You’re gonna have to watch all sorts of dudes kissing up on her and shit. You’re gonna look like a bitch.” Jimin added.

“Exactly. So let us help you bro.” Taehyung smiled. “Come on it’ll be worth it. Plus, you look great man. She’ll be unblocking you in no time.”

Jungkook and the boys got in the car full of women, instantly leeching onto them.

“Hello ladies” Jimin greeted, buckling up.

“Hiii Jiminnn” They replied in union, almost fighting to talk to him.

One of them turned to Jungkook, immediately biting her lip. “Hey Kookie.”

“Hey Oliver.” He exhaled.

“It’s Olivia” She laughed. “You’re like— so funny!” Her annoying voice rang in his ears.

“Oh— my bad.”

The girls had tried talking Jungkook the entire ride there, trying to get him to open up and talk to them.

“Ouuu look at his phone.” One of the girls motioned.

“Omg look!” One was quick to snatch his phone, “He added Y/n on Snapchat, let’s send her something!”

“You guys should!” Taehyung added.

“No one needs to do that!” Jungkook tried to take it back but they already snapped pictures and sent them to Y/n on his phone.

Olivia passed the phone to Taehyung who kept repeating ‘give it to me’

“Taehyung what the hell!”

“It’s for your own good!” Taehyung held onto his phone for the rest of the ride there.

༊—

“Yep. I’m definitely gonna get sloppy drunk.” Seungyeon announced as they walked inside Jackson’s party.

“There’s no way you won’t. This shits fucking cool.” Elkie looked around the home.


People everywhere and the music was booming in all corners. Girls dancing damn near naked on tables and guys dancing around with empty shot glasses.

“Oh my gosh they’re here!” One of the guys accidentally said a bit too loud, making some heads turn towards the girls.

“Seungyeon come dance with us!”

“Y/n come on we already have shots for you!”

“Elkie come get on the table with us!”

Multiple people were trying to holler at them in attempt to get their attention.

“Yeah it’ll be hard to stay sober tonight.” Elkie laughed.

“Uh huh. And when Taehyung gets here I’m dipping.” Seungyeon giggled.

“You’re still fucking with him?!” Both girls snapped their heads.

“Y’all don’t get it! He is soooo fine whenever he talks to me I just wanna do whatever the hell he wants.” Seungyeon swooned.

“She can’t be serious.” Elkie looked at you. “So let me get this straight. You’re fucking on Taehyung and you’re fucking on Jungkook. Should I just dance with Jimin tonight? Since we’re the three musketeers all of a sudden.”

“Okay Jungkook was an accident!” You defended. “You wanted weed didn’t you!”

“Cut the crap! It was one time” Elkie shook her head. “I can’t believe you two.”

“Whatever.” Seungyeon rolled her eyes. “You should go with me when I go talk to Taehyung. Omg! We can all hang out tonight!”

“Uh, did you forget we’re not on the best terms?” You interrupted her fantasy.

“You never are. Get over it.” Seungyeon rolled her eyes. “Elkie pleaseeee.”

“I can’t believe you.” Elkie kept shaking her head. “You guys are sick.”

“Who’s sick?” A voice interrupted them. “I don’t need any illness spreading around at my party.”

“Omg Jackson!” Seungyeon gasped.

“Hey ladies. Hey Y/n.” He gave you a side hug. “I knew you guys would come showing out.”

“Always. You know us.” Elkie giggled.

Jackson knew the girls very well. They’ve been around since his early party days, helping him promote and build up his status for the parties.

You always went above and beyond for him, offering to even financially support the parties during the time.

Now Jackson was so rich his party budget skyrocketed. All because of those girls he was able to be where he was now. He was more than grateful.

“I know. I shouldn’t have expected any less.” He chuckled, “I’ll tell the security upstairs about yall so don’t sweat anything okay?”

“You got new security?” You questioned him.

“Fuck yeah I did. Last party the security was too drunk to even do their fucking job. I was pissed.” Jackson shook his head.

“Everything’s all good now though,” He continued. “Gotta nice new set up and it’ll do y’all real good. I promise you won’t be disappointed. You ladies have fun, okay?”

“Thank you Jackson.” The three girls bid their goodbyes. They didn’t expect to speak to him for long, especially since he was running a huge party.

“Let’s hang out down here for a bit and then make our way up yeah?” You suggested, earning a nod from the girls.

“Unless it’s too hard for Seungyeon to keep herself away from Taehyungie” Elkie teased her.

“Oh my gosh I hate you.” Seungyeon groaned.

“Speaking of Taehyungie,” You eyes behind her. “Here comes the man of the hour now.”

“With a shit ton of girls at that.”

Seungyeon snapped her head his way. “Oh my gosh.”

“Don’t look!” Elkie turned her attention. “Act unbothered. You can’t let him know you care. Like Y/n when Jungkook calls!”

“Yeah— Okay whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “But she’s right. He’s with hella girls. He’s not thinking about you right now. You can’t act like you’re waiting for him.”

“Look at you miss love expert.” Elkie teased you. “Let’s get you drinking Seungyeon.”

“Yes! Let’s drink! Finally.” You clapped your hands.

The girls walked off to the bar, plenty of people wanting to take shots with them.

The girls played a few drinking games and partied on tables just like the girls before you.

It would be a lie to say Jungkook’s eyes weren’t locked on you.

It was just him, Taehyung, and Jungkook in their own little section, a few guys coming up to talk to them here and there.

“Oh my gosh I hate you guys.” Jimin groaned. “Taehyung you can’t do this to me too.”

“She’s so bad Jimin. I’m almost as bad as Jeon.” Taehyung stared down Seungyeon.

“I thought you wanted to drown yourself in pussy! You were hyping me and Jungkook up earlier!”

“I’m a big fat liar okay!” Taehyung folded.

Seungyeon and you were both dancing on tables, lost in your own little world with drinks in your hands.

Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a minute. Simply staring.

Damn did you show out.

He watched as many guys threw themselves at you, begging you to come down so they could have a piece.

What could he expect? You were a beautiful woman blessed with a body others would pay millions for. You could actually dance and you had looks that could kill.

You were a heavily desirable woman. Especially at a party like this where everyone knew of you.

He knew you weren’t gonna go home with any of these guys. None of them stood a chance.

He didn’t understand how he had one if he was honest.

The way you two started— having intercourse was wild and random. Just a random string of flirty led to you giving it up for him.

Goddamnit he missed you. It was a petty argument like usual. Him getting blocked just to get unblocked in the morning.

This time bothered him more than the others. Especially seeing you like this.

“Shoutout to these lovely ladies right here!” Jackson suddenly announced, all three girls surrounding him.

“My day ones right here” He said proudly.

Jackson wrapped his arm around your waist, pecking your cheek.

Interesting.

Jungkook hadn’t realized you two had become so close.

Was he the reason Jungkook wasn’t unblocked yet?

“Especially Ms. Y/n here. Shit would not be possible without her.” He spoke, making everyone cheer. “Everyone treat them well tonight alright?”

Elkie and Seungyeon cheered before Jackson walked off, finishing his announcement.

Why would it not be possible without you?

None of it made sense to Jungkook.

He downed a shot, hissing at the aftermath. It made Jimin look over.

“Someone’s mad.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook huffed. “I have no reason to be.”

The girls were laughing together and drinking a bit more.

Seungyeon kept stealing glances at Taehyung.

“Oh my gosh. She’s going insane.” Elkie pointed out Seungyeon’s constant tabs on Taehyung.

“Alright we’re going upstairs.” You motioned both girls to follow you to the next story.

“Jimin we have to follow them.” Taehyung watched as they left to go upstairs.

The man rolled his eyes.

Jungkook looked over, seeing Jackson look over that way too.

“Yeah.” Jungkook opened up his mouth. “Let’s go.”

The boys shortly followed them, heading upstairs.

This level was just as intense as the first floor. The only difference was that these people smoked a bit more than they drank.

“So many bad bitches in here.” Jimin looked around. “Nice move Tae.”

“Man who cares? Where the hell is she?” Taehyung looked over.

“Goddamnit.” Jimin cursed, forced to walk over to your friend group with Taehyung.

Jungkook wasn’t too thrilled either. Especially because he didn’t know how you were going to be like.

“Hey Seungyeon.” Taehyung approached her, making her instantly turn her head.

Poor girl had been waiting for that man to talk to her all night.

“Oh. Hey.” She kept it short, just like you and Elkie told her to.

“Let me get you and your girl friends some more drinks yeah?” He offered, making it harder to fight and say no.

“Please.” She caved in, making everyone follow them to the bar.

“Fucking great.” Jimin mumbled.


It was awkward as hell. Two odd couples and two random friends all forced to hang out together.

All because of Seungyeon and Taehyung.

Taehyung got all of them drinks like he said, everyone drinking together to ease up a bit.

Taehyung and Seungyeon were lost in their own conversation.

They were so corny it was making everyone extremely nauseous.

“Are you proud of her?” Jimin shook his head, speaking to Elkie. “Your friend single-handedly ruined my friend group.”

“My friend? Your boy here started it all.” She argued.

“Like hell he did. She took advantage of him.” He told her.

She laughed. “Who’s the one who’s supposed to just drop the shit off and go?”

“You can’t blame a man for just tryna get some.” Jimin shrugged. “Not his fault.”

“You’re delusional.” Elkie rolled her eyes.

“I like how you speak to me. You wanna go make out?”

“Sure.” Elkie shrugged, walking off with Jimin.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

You were alone with Jungkook.

“So,” You began to speak. “Which girl in the car was your favorite?”

“Is that seriously how you’re gonna start this?” Jungkook stared you down.

“Hell yeah.” You chuckled. “You’re a fucking prick. You’re childish and you’re just down right stupid. Sending me some photo of some bitches. Made you feel so good being with other girls huh?”

Started off strong already.

“You know what, it did. They didn’t have a fucking loud mouth like you do. Didn’t have to hear a bunch of bullshit every two seconds.”

“See this is exactly why you’re blocked.” You scoffed. “You’re a dick.”

“You block me all the time mama.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Doesn’t mean shit.”

“Probably doesn’t mean anything because you’re too busy with all those other bitches.”

“Me? I’m not the one fucking the party host.” He argued back.

Your eyes widened at the accusation. “Oh wow.”

You weren’t going to deny it.

It wasn’t true. You never slept with Jackson.

But Jungkook thinking that you did was enough to satisfy you.

“We’ll come back to that.” Jungkook poked the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

He was obviously very irritated.

“You’re always so angry.” You groaned.

“Because you just manage to strike that one nerve.” He shook his head.

“You’re so aggressive all the time baby.” You eased him. “Let’s drink some more. Please?”

He shook his head. “Trying to sober up. Someone needs to take you home.”

“I can Uber back.”

“By yourself?” He scoffed. “Fuck no. Your friends are long gone and most likely gonna end up going home with Jimin and Tae. Who can’t drive.”

He wasn’t wrong.

Elkie and Seungyeon were going to town on them. The couples were drunken messes.

You agreed, continuing to drink. You two talked for a bit, somewhat civilly.

The both of you couldn’t help but check each other out.

For you, that alcohol came in through your mouth and went straight to your pussy.

Jungkook’s going straight to his dick. Probably why you two always had sex whenever you hung out.

“Let’s go to Jimin’s car.” Jungkook mumbled lowly to you, making you nod.

Jungkook lets out a low whistle as you walk next to him. He couldn't help but stare at your body.

You were so fucking beautiful, he thought to himself.

The car was a bit far from the entrance. The lot was big so the parking was a bit inconvenient.

However, it was hidden well enough.

He opened the backseat car door for you, waiting for you to get in.

You could sense he was still irritated with you. It was written all over his face and you could sense it in his body language.

His anger and irritation had the opposite effect on you, making your pussy wetter than it already was.

Jungkook started the car, letting out a heavy sigh as he pulled out of the parking lot.

He glanced over at you, his eyes scanning over your body. "You know, you make me so fucking angry sometimes..." He growled, his hand reaching over to grab your thigh.

“It’s not my fault. You started it this time.” You shook your head.

"I didn't start shit," Jungkook retorted, his eyes narrowing at you. "You did. You always fucking do."

He couldn't help but get more and more irritated with you.

The idea of you and Jackson weighed heavy on him.

You were fucking Jungkook for weed. Were you fucking Jackson for drinks and party invites?

“You did last night. That’s exactly why I blocked your ass. Always running your mouth.”

Jungkook's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. He couldn't believe you just said that. "You didn't have to block me. You’re so fucking dramatic."

He snapped at you, his anger getting the best of him. "I fucking hate you sometimes."

“Fine. Just drop me off right here then.” You replied, just as irritated with him now. “I’ll fucking walk home.”

“You're not fucking walking anywhere. I'll take you home." He gritted his teeth.

“Whatever. Just drive me home and you can just get rid of me after. Since that’s what you want so bad.” You folded your arms.

He couldn't believe how much of a stubborn girl you were, but he still couldn't help feeling attracted to you. Even when you were like this. "Why are you so fucking difficult?"

He glared at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the road.

“I’m not even doing anything.” You grabbed your purse once he pulled up to your place.

It was natural for Jungkook to let himself in. He did so again, despite their arguing.

“I thought you would approach me at the party to apologize. But no, you’re just arguing with me because you’re jealous of some guy!” You huffed.

Jungkook scoffed at your words. "Jealous? Fuck no. I just don't like seeing you with other guys, that's it."

“Yeah whatever.” You rolled your eyes, “You’re annoying. Your stupid pride won’t let you just admit it.”

You lifted up the couch cushion, a small bag of pre rolls packed away.

“You know what? Fine. I was jealous when I saw you with Jackson. Are you happy now? I fucking admitted it.

“Gonna fucking smoke with me or what?” She looked at him, ignoring him. “Got your two favorite things right here. Weed and arguing.”

He ignored her, grabbing his own preroll and lighting it up with her lighter.

“That’s all you’re gonna say?” He scoffed.

“Do you want a fucking cookie? Congrats, you actually told me the truth for once.” She took a few hits. “So you were jealous”

“Yeah, I fucking was. I don't like seeing you with other guys Y/n. It makes me want to rip their fucking heads off." He chuckled and shook his head. "Especially him.”

“Isn’t Jackson your homeboy?”

“Exactly. Why the fuck would I want to be fucking on the same girl as my bro? That makes me look like a fucking loser.” He glared at you.

“We were just catching up. We’ve known each other for mad long.” You defended.

Jungkook couldn't help but stare at you as you took a hit from the roll. He felt a surge of jealousy, but he tried to push it down.

"Just fucking catchin' up huh? With his bitch ass?" He chuckled and shook his head. "I know what kinda guy he is.”

“I know you’re not talking. Tell me, Jungkook. How many girls do you sell to that don’t pay cash? Too busy selling with their bodies.” She looked at him.

“Yeah? You’re gonna fucking start this shit again?” He chuckled, anger written all over his face. “I’ve told you the same shit over and over Y/n. I’m not fucking anyone else but you.”

“Car full of sleezy bitches all climbing on you? Yeah okay. Find that fucking hard to believe.

Jungkook understands your skepticism. Especially with the type of guys he hung around.

“Tell me this Jungkook.” You began, “How come it’s an issue when I’m with Jackson but when you’re with all these other girls I’m just supposed to believe you.”

Jungkook leaned in, his expression more serious now. He muttered. “I don’t want to do you like that.”

"I just get fucking pissed when I see other guys trying to fuck what's mine." He cocked his eyebrow.

“You’re annoying.”

Jungkook's gaze never left yours face as you rolled your eyes. He could tell you were irritated with him, but he didn't back down.

"I'm annoying cause I don't like seeing other guys around my girl?" He raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t like all these fucking guys tryna hop on you.” His eyes darkened as he stared down at you.

“I get it.” She sighed.

“Mm I don’t think you do.” He shook his head.

Jungkook turned you around, pushing you against the couch. "Fuck you piss me off. You’re just so fucking sexy" He growled, pinning your hands above your head.

"You're gonna let me fuck you like this?” He looked at you. “Because I’m fucking angry. And I’m not sure I’ll be able to give you that slow and lovey shit right now.”

You simply nodded. You swallowed hard, knowing exactly what was going to happen.

Weed made you horny.

Alcohol made you horny.

And you were definitely cross faded.

“Fucking open your mouth.” He moved his hand, now slapping you across your cheek.

It wasn’t enough to really hurt, but enough to leave a sting.

He seen your facial expression change. “No way. You actually like that shit?”

You two always had rough and angry sex. With the amount of times you two pissed each other off, it was like second nature.

This time was different. Jungkook was livid.

“I do.” You swallowed. “N-No condom tonight please.”

This was the first time ever. You never thought those words would ever leave your lips.

You needed it bad tonight. Real bad.

“Oh wow.” He laughed sarcastically. “You’re that sick? You get onto me every fucking day for asking to hit it raw. Now you want to?”

He almost couldn’t believe it. “Letting me toss you around like a fucking ragdoll. He fucking teach you about that shit?”

“N-No Jungkook.”

He slapped you once again. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I promise. He didn’t.” You pleaded.

Jungkook let out a deep breath, knowing you submitted to him.

He moved his hand to your neck, squeezing enough for you to feel.

“Fucking embarrassing me.” He slid his pants down. “Got all my fucking friends talking about you. That what you wanted?”

“N-No.” You swallowed.

He slipped your skirt up, sliding your panties to the side.

He forcefully pushed himself inside, giving you not a single warning. “You let him fuck you raw did you?”

Staying still for a moment, knowing he would soon start fucking you with all the frustration he had in him.

“N-No I didn’t Jungkook.” You honestly replied.

“Not my fucking name.” He warned.

“You clearly wanted his attention Y/n. You think I ain’t notice that shit today?” His grip on your neck got slightly tighter.

“Changed your hair. Spending money to look good for him. Didn’t look in my fucking direction once. Get some new dick and you forget what you already have? Forgot about daddy’s dick?” He scoffed.

Jungkook's thrusts became more powerful, as he let out all the anger and jealousy he felt towards Jackson.

“T-That’s not what I—“

Jungkook's grip tightened on your hips, as he started thrusting. "Shut the fuck up Y/n." He grumbled, as he started pounding harder.

He smacked your ass, leaving a red mark. "Didn’t think you’d be this fuckin’ tight. Figured he stretched this pussy out.”

“H-He didn’t”

“You really have the fucking guys to speak to me right now?” He slapped her.

“Mmph— sorry daddy”

Jungkook grinned, hearing the slight tremble in your voice.

You couldn’t help but be turned on by how angry he was. How degrading he spoke to you.

Him expressing how jealous he was of Jackson definitely did a number on you.

"This.. is all yours, Y/n. It always has been." He slapped your face. "Don't.. you dare fuckin' look at him again. Don’t you fuckin’

dare question if I’m with other bitches or not.”

“Won’t— promise Daddy” She apologized.

Jungkook's expression changed to an angered confusion, as you apologized. "Sorry? You think.. You fuckin' deserve my mercy?"

He hissed as he stopped thrusting, grabbed you and forced you on all four. "I'll show you fuckin' sorry."

“You're mine to fuck. Mine to spoil. Mine to hug. Mine to love.” He grabbed your hair and pulled it back, as he started thrusting hard again. "And you just fucking gave that away?”

“No I— Daddy no I didn’t.” You whimpered.

Jungkook's thrusts became more violent as his anger continued to fuckin boil. "You.. You fuckin' slut," He growled and smacked your ass hard once again.

“D-Didn’t fuck him.” You confessed, swallowing. “N-Never fucked him.”

Jungkook stopped thrusting, his expression was furious, he looked at you with pure shock.

"You didn't fuck him?" He repeated between gritted teeth, not entirely sure if he should believe you or not. “Are you serious?”

“N-Never fucked him.” She hit her lip.

“So you lied?” His voice was low.

“I just never denied anything you said.” She confessed, a bit ashamed now that she was confessing out loud.

"Wow Y/n." He murmured lowly, making a pause in his thrusts, as he looked at you with confusion and shock. "And you made me do all this.”

“I-“ She felt her stomach drop.

Jungkook scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. He was still holding you by the throat, a little tighter now as his cock started to thrust intensely again. "Yeah, you did.”

Jungkook grunted, his thrusts became louder and more intense, holding you tighter. "You're a fucking slut.."

He whispered in a low voice, his hand starting to squeeze around your throat. He pulled himself out a bit to slap your face.

“Pulled all that just for some dick? Seriously Y/n?” He grunted into your ear.

“So sorry Daddy” She apologized softly, the sensual nickname slipping from her lips.

Upon hearing you call him "Daddy" his thrusts became more intense. Hearing it made him weak everytime.

A low growl sounded out from his throat again as your body was pushed back onto the bed with each thrust deeper into you.

He snickered, his hand reaching down to slap your ass cheek, hard. "You're a fucking whore.." He moans, his thrusts are so hard that he's smacking against your body. He leaned in to bite your neck.

“Finally got the dick you wanted? I can’t fucking believe you pulled that shit.” He grunted, utterly shocked. “Can’t fucking believe you did that.”

His thrusts became even more forceful, each hard smack against your ass echoing around you.

He moans as he bites into your shoulder, teeth grinding into your skin angrily. "Why'd you fucking lie to me?" He growls into your ear.

“Wanted you— Wanted your attention.” She whimpered. “Wanted to see how you felt.”

“Yeah? That’s how you fuckin’ wanted me to confess?” He roars out angrily, his grip tightening almost painfully.

“I-It worked…” She boldly whispered.

His glare is fire as he grabs your throat, pulling you back to look into your eyes.

"You like it when I get tell you how I feel? You fuckin’ like it?” He growls out, squeezing your throat tighter for a moment before letting go.

“I liked it Daddy” She bit her lip.

His jaw almost cracks from the intensity of his teeth grinding as he hears your response.

He begins to fuck you harder, losing his anger and going into a frenzy. "You’re so fucking lucky I love to abuse this pussy.”

“Shit feels so fuckin’ good Daddy— Fuck” She cursed repeatedly.

A low groan rips from his throat, feeling your walls squeezing around him at your curse. He liked when you talked dirty. “So fucking pretty like this.”

“Lying about other dudes is different for you baby..” He huffed. “You love this dick huh baby? Tell me.”

“Yes Daddy— I fuckin’ do.” You nodded quickly.

He leans back down, biting at your bottom lip and nodding.

"That's right, you love this dick, mama. Fucking take it then." He spoke lowly, encouraging you to get more vocal and naughty while he pounds into you.

“Feels so much fucking better raw.” She rolled her eyes back. “Should’ve fucking let you months ago.”

He lets out a growl, feeling how tight your walls are on him with no condom. He nods, agreeing and liking the feeling of you raw.

"That's right mama. You ain’t believe me when I said you were the only one. Should’ve been let me hit it raw.” He chuckled. “Gonna fuck you so good now though."

He's on the brink of losing it, he knows he's about to cum soon.

He looks down at you who’s absolutely fucked dumb on his cock.

He curses, slowing down just a tad. "You fucking loving that we're doing it raw now?”

“Feels so much fucking better now. W-Want you to cum inside too.” You begged, making his eyes widened.

“Are you serious?”

“W-Want it so bad I— Please.”

He groans, loving the idea at your request. “Pretty girl gonna let me cum inside, I couldn’t ask for more.”

He speeds up a little bit, slamming into you roughly and grunting. "That's right, fucking want my cum? Wanna turn mama into more than just a nickname huh?”

He dirty talked her so good.

“Mm yes Daddy yes.” She swallowed.

His eyes grow wide at the idea but he smirks while he continues to thrust into you hard, making a dirty scene in his head.

"That's right, I wanna fill your womb up with my kids, make them from your tight fucking pussy, don't fight it mama. So close” He mumbled in her ear.

“Shit I’m close too.”

He knows he's close too, groaning almost in pain from not cumming yet. He continues to fuck you relentlessly as you near the edge.

"Shit! Cum on my cock mama, you need to cum, you want to cum so bad don't you?"

“Cumming fuck” She immediately let go of the feeling building up in her stomach.

He's right on the edge with you, his cock swells up before he pulls out and shoots his hot load to the side of your stomach, he's not ready for kids, at least not yet.

He slumps backwards and curses. "Fucking shit.”

The two were panting on the couch, struggling to catch their breaths.

She panted. “I’m sorry for lying Jungkook. It was wrong of me to lie to you.”

He smirks and shakes his head but still looks at you with an amused expression.

"No need to apologize momma, we're fucking both dirty. Besides we both liked it didn't we?" He winks and wraps an arm around you.

“You’re really not mad?”

“I mean it irritated me a lot when I thought you fucked him.” He sighed. “I’m just relieved now.”

“When I told you I haven’t been with anyone else I meant it.” You told him. “That’s not

something I would lie about. Especially after I pressed you for so long.”

“I know. When I seen him touch you like that I just— I thought I lost you.” He looked at you. “I just kinda thought you were using me.”

“It’s not about weed for me anymore Jungkook.” You swallowed. “It hasn’t been for a while.”

“It was never about the weed for me.” He confessed. “I just wanted to see you since the beginning.”

“You thought that was a secret?” You couldn’t help but snort.

“Okay I’m never being vulnerable with you again.” He shook his head.

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Pucking Rookie VI

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~8.5k words

From me: last part for now 💕 thank you for all the support on this 😍

Warnings: violence Kael, some injuries, anger, some fluff and reassurance.

Summary: She is trying her hardest to keep Harry out; but would it be that bad to let him in?

Has Harry mentioned how much he hates Kael Crowe?

Harry had his hands in his pockets while they skated alongside each other. With gloves on her hands, she held them out slightly at her sides for balance. From someone looking at her, she probably still looked like a toddler when she skated. But she didn’t need Harry to skate backward in front of her anymore, which was a win in her book.

The chill in the air made her nose red and she looked so cute. She was all bundled, nice and warm. Harry wanted to find mistletoe even though it was well past Christmas. Granted, he would have done just about anything to kiss her. She bit her lip when she concentrated, especially while skating. The same expression when she focused on the eye piece of her camera making sure the picture would turn out perfectly. Harry swore his smile was going to split his face in half just looking at her.

Unlike her, Harry looked so at ease. She loved seeing him on his used skates, the ones that he clearly had for years and weren’t for the show of his games and because of his sponsors. He looked so tranquil and happy. The ice was his happy place. It almost seemed more natural for him to be on skates than it did on solid ground.

Also unlike Harry, she was not smiling. Especially not smiling like the joy was going to burst out of him like a princess singing a song.

“Y’look more comfortable on y’skates.”

“Mm,” she shrugged. “It’s getting easier.”

Harry noted that she had seemed a bit more introverted the last couple of days—a little more withdrawn. Something was clearly bothering her, and he couldn’t quite place it himself. Callie flirting with her didn’t even faze her (although it certainly fazed Harry). When she directed the guys to pose, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t joke about Asher’s good side (or lack thereof, in Harry’s opinion—especially when Asher insisted that she tell him he had a good side). At The Locker Room she didn’t laugh as much, and she didn’t invite Harry inside when he made sure she got home safely. “Rookie, is something wrong?”

“No.”

But she answered way too quickly. Immediately, Harry did an about face, turned to skate in front of her, gliding backwards so effortlessly. One eyebrow quirked up in question. “Talk t’me, Rookie,” he encouraged.

She took a deep breath. “We’re going to play The Wolves,” she reminded him. Harry had seen the schedule; he knew the game was coming up.

What did that have to do with anything? “Yeah,” he nodded. “So?”

She stopped skating, executing her little stop perfectly. Harry was so proud of her abilities and how much better she had gotten with practice over the last couple of months. Still, she looked upset. She rolled her lips into her mouth as she worked through whatever was going through her brain. “I don’t want you to get into it with Kael.”

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Is that what you’re worried ‘bout? Why you’ve been so quiet the last few days?” She shrugged and looked away from his face. “Rookie, do y’think distancing yourself from me for a couple of shitty days is going t’make me less likely t’fight that sorry excuse for a man?” She glanced at him briefly, her cheeks turning pink under his assumption. His very correct assumption. “Bunny,” he frowned.

She sighed heavily. “It’s just... you’ll get in trouble, and I don’t want that, and I don’t want you to get hurt. I can barely handle it when you get checked into the boards. I’m always worried you have a concussion,” she grumbled.

Harry felt a tug in his chest over her sweet words. “You like me, Rookie," he wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

She glared at him. “Shut up, I do not.”

“You care about me.”

“I care about you the same way I care about Niall or..." he was praying she wouldn't say it. But she was feisty--one of Harry's favoirte things about her; so of course she was going to say it. "...Kian.”

He scoffed and narrowed his eyes at her. The flirtatious smile left his mouth. “S’not the same way y’care ‘bout Callie, Rookie. Not even a little.”

“You’re so ridiculous about Kian, Harry.”

“Stop calling him that. And quit distracting me,” he grumbled. Taking a deep breath he shook his head of thoughts regarding his least favorite teammate (which was a real shame because other than Niall, Harry loved Callie). Sighing, he smirked again as he watched her avoid his eyes. “You like me, Bunny.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “Of course I like you Harry,” she rolled her eyes as she mumbled the sentiment.

“Yeah, but you like-like me.”

“Are you six?”

He ignored her fake insult and leaned in to peck her cheek. “I like-like you too,” he whispered in her ear.

She shoved him gently, but her cheeks remained flushed with color. “You’re insane.”

He took her hand and tugged her toward him to continue skating. “I don’t care ‘bout Crowe,” he said quietly. “I don’t want y’worrying ‘bout me over him. The last time we saw him... hopefully that got the message across,” he squeezed her hand. It was nice to pull her along now that she could skate better. He liked holding her hand. Touching her in general was one of his favorite past times. “M’worried ‘bout you seeing him again.”

“Well, I’m going to wear my number eleven jersey,” she smiled brightly at the thought. Harry thought he had won MVP, the championship game, all rolled into one. “So maybe you’re right. Maybe he’ll get the message.”

The face-splitting grin was back. “Yeah?” He spun again so he was in front of her, this time he pulled her flush against him. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her. “Didn’t think y’would be one t’make someone intentionally jealous.”

She shrugged. “If you don’t want to be part of my plan, I could always wear Niall’s jersey, or Lang’s, or even Cal—”

“Do not finish that thought, Rookie,” he growled and pressed her face into his body where she laughed silently against him, shaking as she giggled. “You’re mine.”

*

The arena where The Glacier Wolves played truly felt like enemy territory. There was something palpable in the air; you could practically taste the venom coming from both teams. The last time they played, the whole team was pissed at Kael. She tried to keep her distance, but she felt the stares of the guys coming from every angle. Harry’s name and number were all over her body. She kept to herself staying by the media and press at the other end of the rink so that she wouldn’t distract the team.

“Is she good?” Charlie asked Harry.

Harry glanced toward the other end, finding her immediately in black and silver. “Think so,” he shrugged hoping it wouldn't be too obvious he was in love with his coach's niece.

“Styles,” Charlie’s voice was deeper somehow, filled with intensity. Harry looked at his coach. Instantly he swallowed nervously, seeing the seriousness on his face that clearly had nothing to do with hockey.

“Coach?”

“You’re going to take care of her?”

“With my life, sir,” Harry vowed.

Charlie ran a hand over his face and then through his hair as he pushed it back. Harry could see the anxiety all over his face. “You hurt one hair on her head, I’ll bench you for the rest of your career.”

Harry smirked and nodded. That wouldn't be a problem. Harry would welcome it. Plus, he appreciated the approval. “That seems fair t’me.”

“If you hit Crowe a little too hard today, I’ll look the other way. Or chip in on the fine.”

Harry smiled brightly. “You got it, Coach.”

*

Kael found Harry on the ice almost as soon as the game started. Both started essentially in the same position as the puck was dropped between Asher and Kael’s teammate. It was the matchup of the league. Every news outlet was talking about it leading up to the game. Two of the biggest names in hockey. Old rivals playing against one another just like old times. The shit-talking that ensued made him crazy but he tried to keep his cool for her.

Each time he was checked into the boards, he remembered her sweet face saying she worried about him. Harry didn’t want a single penalty (well, that wasn’t true. He wanted to knock every single one of Crowe’s teeth out). Instead, he caught a glimpse of her at the glass the camera lens pressed through the cutout for the media. His jersey with his name and number all over her.

He wasn’t going to fight Crowe.

Fortunately, Harry’s team was having a hell of a time doing it on his behalf. Collectively there had been almost one full period worth of penalties. Callie cheered from the penalty box when Asher laid Crowe into the boards. Their level-headed captain even got sent to the box for two minutes with a smile on his face. Niall didn’t let a single one of Crowe’s shots get past him. And maybe Niall tripped him up when he got too close to the net.

As such, the Chargers played short-handed almost the entire second period, yet they were still winning at the second intermission.

It didn’t stop Crowe from his onslaught of shit-talking despite being down. He told Harry how terrible he was, how shitty his stick handling was, and that he kept missing obvious shots. All his comments seemed to be a projection of how terrible he was playing and perhaps it was because the pretty photographer wearing Harry’s jersey added it to the mind games in Kael's head.

Maybe Harry would have to rethink the whole jealousy ploy she had going on. It was a nice touch (especially when he wasn’t subject to the feeling).

Harry smirked as he stood across from Crowe while they dropped the puck. Almost immediately Crowe slashed at him. Earning zero penalties and no looks from the ref. Harry growled but remained calm. He was only keeping calm for her and only her. Otherwise, he would have added himself to the penalty box. It would mean more to Crowe than it did to Harry if he lashed out about the pretty photographer.

There was only a minute left in the game and Crowe’s team was down by two, so it was sure as hell a win in the Chargers book. But Harry wasn’t celebrating until the piece of shit was off the ice.

With no one in the Wolves’ net, Harry stole the puck away from Kael and slapped it directly into the back of the net. He grinned brightly as his team cheered and tackled him, pressing him into the glass right near the pretty girl who had the camera pressed to her face. He winked at her amidst the madness and Harry couldn’t help but notice how big her smile—not even the camera obstructed how joyful she looked.

As the buzzer signaled the end of the game, Harry and his team skated for their bench. They were happy to win, but they were all thrilled to get off the enemy’s ice.

“Enjoy my sloppy seconds Styles.”

Harry could take the comments about his effort, his ability, his looks, anything.

But he would not, under any circumstance, take criticism about the lovely girl at the other end of the ice.

Harry skated right in front of Crowe standing almost the same height as him, marveling happily at how he was a couple inches taller than his opponent. “What the fuck did you say, Crowe?”

“Harry!” Niall shouted skating back onto the ice almost instantly. Camera flashes from every angle ensued.

“Styles!” Ray shouted from nearby.

“It’s not just talent and ability you want from me, you have to take my girl?”

“She’s not yours, you piece of shit,” Harry was gripping his stick tight, talking through gritted teeth.

“Harry!” She screamed—her voice was far away but Harry could pick it out of a sea of people.

“You couldn’t find your own girl, had to take mine. Don’t worry, I stretched her out for you. She’s a good lay—” Harry dropped his stick and gloves with a quiet thunk on the ice. By then his teammates made it to him, Callie and Asher lunged for him holding him back.

“Crowe, walk the fuck away!” Asher snapped. Harry pushed against him as he got in the fray; he could only imagine what the announcers were saying as they watched two of the top players in the league get dangerously close to fighting after the game had ended.

“Charlie!” She shouted, her voice was closer but not close enough.

“Harry don’t do it,” Callie begged. “Walk away," he tried to plead calmly. "Go get her and you can take her—”

“That’s right listen to every one of your teammates and that naggy bitc—”

Right as he clenched his hands into fists, he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrapping around his hands. She was on the ice. Unsteady and standing in front of him in just her boots. “Hey, look at me,” she begged her eyes a bit wild.

“Bunny—” He started his teeth clenched together. "Get out--"

“Cute, well you got one thing right, Styles. She’s a dumb little puck bunny.”

She shoved Harry as much as she could while he tried to get away from her gentle touch. “Sweetheart,” Asher warned.

Crowe laughed. “You sleeping with the whole team, baby? One whole team to replace me?”

She spun on her heel, nearly sliding to the ground, but Harry caught her by the elbow because he was certain his first priority would always be to take care of her no matter what. “Your problem is with me, Kael,” she snapped. “So, if you’re going to pick fights, pick it with the person you have an actual problem with, you coward.”

“I’m not the one calling you a puck bunny, baby. They are. You must like it if they all call you one,” he teased with a shrug. He knew she didn’t. She said it all the time while they dated. “That’s what you get for riding dick like it’s your job, Bunny,” his tone was antagonizing. Who was he trying to get a rise out of? Was it Harry? It couldn’t have been. Harry was already pissed. Was it her? Maybe. She already hated him.

“Get off the fucking ice!” Charlie shouted.

No one moved. Except Harry who was dying to get his hands on Kael.

Kael took his helmet off and looked at her. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. When Harry’s done with you, you’ll come crawling back. You have nothing.”

She was shaking, perhaps as badly as the rest of the team was. She wanted to smack him across his stupid fucking face, but she was trying to remain composed with so many cameras on her. This was already going to be a PR nightmare, and it was all her fault. Although she was sure none of the guys would care, it bothered her. Just another reason to add to how she fucked with the team’s energy and made everything different since her arrival.

“Kael, just stop. Leave me alone,” she hissed.

“Or what, baby?” He taunted. “Your group of fuck buddies will go after me?”

“Watch it,” Harry snarled still straining against Callie and Asher.

“Let’s go,” she whispered, pushing her hands into Harry's chest behind her. He slid backwards a little to create more space between them. “This isn’t worth it,” she said loud enough for Kael to hear.

However, he wasn't accepting their escape. Their way to take the higher ground. But before she could get away, Kael grabbed her arm, hard.

Time seemed to stop for a moment. Truly, suspended in disbelief as she gasped. "Ow, Kael!” She yelped.

“Oh, fuck no,” Harry growled lowly.

“Shit,” Callie grabbed at Harry harder and yanked him back before he could kill Crowe on a live broadcast.

Niall and Lang stepped forward as Asher helped Callie hold Harry back. “Let go of her fucking wrist, Crowe,” Niall said putting a hand on her back.

“You have two seconds to let go of her,” Lang added at the same time.

“Let fucking go of me,” Harry thrashed against his teammates.

She bent awkwardly trying to get her arm back, gasping at the pressure he pitted against her so effortlessly. “HEY!” It was Ray who shouted. “That’s enough! Crowe, let go of my niece or I’ll kill you!”

But Charlie was already on the move, next to Crowe in the blink of an eye. He was shorter than the bulky, built hockey player on skates by a head or maybe even two. Without hesitation he reached for Kael’s neck as if he were the same height and pressed on the space between his neck and clavicle. Within seconds, Kael was gasping, he dropped her arm instantly.

There wasn’t a break in his movements, everything fluid like he was skating on the ice as Charlie shoved his niece backwards making her lose her balance, but Harry caught her just before she hit the ground. “Everyone off the fucking ice!” Coach yelled.

Harry had never been so relieved to have her in his embrace as he skated off the ice, pushing her forward quickly even though he wanted to kill Kael.

“Are you alright, Sweetheart?” Callie asked.

“Shut the fuck up, Callie,” Harry snarled.

“Harry,” she whispered.

“Jesus, Styles, I just wanted—”

“Shut. Up.  Don’t ever get in my way like that Calloway, not when she’s—”

“Harry,” she repeated stronger as she nearly had to race to catch up to them on their long legs—even with skates. She grabbed his hand, still balled into a shaking fist. She gave it a gentle squeeze. “Kian isn’t the bad guy here,” she reminded him. Harry glared at his teammate, shoulders heaving with each angry breath. After a moment he nodded, his jaw flexing tautly as he did.

“Sorry, Callie,” she whispered, squeezing his arm which made Harry huff out a breath and look away. He strongly considered snapping his stick in half. Again.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. We all get a little crazy about you,” he smirked. “Harry,” he nodded and headed into the locker room. She turned to Harry to remind him that his teammates weren’t the problem, ever.

“Are you alright?” Charlie asked, catching up as they stopped in front of the locker room.

Harry stared at her unsurely waiting for her answer with bated breath. She nodded, putting on a brave face. “Yes.”

“You’re sure?” Harry asked, taking a heaving breath. His hands were still shaking at his sides.

She nodded. “I’m fine,” because she was. There might be a bruise on her arm from the grip he had, but she wasn’t in pain anymore. He didn’t break anything (which was a horrifying thought) but it wasn’t any less true. “Please go change, I want to get out of here,” she urged. Harry’s eyes flicked to Charlie before he went into the locker room after his teammates. She twisted her wrist once he was out of sight. Charlie narrowed his eyes at the movement.

“Are you—”

Quickly with an awful realization, she touched her neck. “Oh fuck, I left my camera,” she grumbled rubbing her hand over her face.

Charlie was staring at her just as unsurely. “I’ll have someone go get it.”

“No, it’s fine,” she shook her head. “I need the walk, the air,” she sighed.

“I have a press conference. I can skip it. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Positive. I’m sorry I caused all this,” she frowned. “I really feel like you didn’t ask for any of this with the team.”

“Hey Sweetheart?” He put a hand on her shoulder. “I always hated Crowe,” he smiled. “You were way too good for him. If the whole team got in trouble for hurting him, well, that would be worth it in my book. If he ever touches you again, I think the whole team will kill him.”

“Well, we have a whole season to prepare for that,” she smirked sadly. “Thank you, Uncle Charlie.”

“Anything for you Sweetheart. Go take a few breaths,” he squeezed her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Wish you slapped him; you earned it,” he winked over his shoulder as he headed for the media room.

She smiled and took several deep breaths calming herself as much as she could as she walked back down the tunnel to the rink. She had been in the very arena hundreds of times. It never felt like home. Not the way The Arctic Chargers arena felt. In a shorter amount of time at that. The idea that she had ever thought she could live her life in this arena feeling like she was less was crazy. Especially when Harry and the entire team made her feel so important.

She said hello and waved to people she recognized from her days spent watching Kael. Her new media friends said hello as well. She waved to the man driving the Zamboni and snagged her camera off the visiting bench that she dropped there when she saw Kael antagonizing Harry from across the rink. She couldn’t believe she nearly lost it in all the commotion; but she supposed for Harry, it was worth it. It could have been a lot worse.

Following Charlie’s advice, she continued breathing deeply. Hoping to calm herself from the inside out. She was glad she didn’t hit Kael. As much as she wanted to. With her luck, he would have pressed charges or something. It would have played right into his act.

Hopefully everyone saw the way he grabbed her wrist.

For several seconds, she sat on the bench, her head between her knees breathing and collecting herself. Harry looked murderous. She hoped he showered and felt better. She would have to thank Callie and Asher again for holding him back before he did something terrible.

Sighing, she stood, headed for the locker room once more. Relieved there would once more be a whole year between now and the next game she would have to see Kael next season. She was going to forget about any of her stuff at their old apartment. He could have it. It didn’t matter. As long as she had her camera, she could make everything else work. She looked at the screen to continue calming herself. As soon as the boys were ready, they would head to the hotel and get some sleep before a red eye flight home. Her hotel room bed sounded like heaven (even if it was going to be missing a number eleven in her blankets).

She was so ready for this day to be over.

Right as she exited the tunnel and headed down the hall toward the locker room, she was shoved against the wall, hard. She didn’t know how the guys got checked into the boards all the time. Even with padding on that had to have hurt—and multiple times? Forget it. She felt an ache all over her back. The air in her lungs was displaced and she moaned as she tried to breathe through it. It felt like her body was one giant bruise in a matter of seconds.

Kael held her in place. His eyes dark and his face expressionless. “You’re a lot more vulnerable without a hockey team behind you.”

She gaped, as he easily yanked her camera from her grip and dropped it to the ground. Her eyes watered at the sound of all the mechanical pieces cracking. She whimpered. “Kael,” she gasped as the air slowly returned. “Let me go.”

“You were good for my image, baby,” he crooned. “Didn’t you like living the luxurious lifestyle?” He skimmed the back of his finger along her cheek. Other than a helmet and gloves, he was still in all his gear, skates, and pads, so he towered imposingly over her. She whimpered again. “You have no power here,” he reminded her pinning her in place by pressing close to her. If anyone walked by, they would think it was just a heated form of foreplay. His legs caged her in. His body holding her in place.

His hand closed around her throat.

“Stop,” she begged squirming to get away from him.

“You’re pathetic. You think just because your uncle is a coach and your new boyfriend is a sorry excuse of a look-a-like for me that you can do whatever you want,” his voice was low, threatening. If it wasn’t immediately following a game maybe someone would have seen the interaction. But instead, the players were in the locker room, coaches in the media room, other workers in the arena. It was just the pair of them. “You’re nothing, baby. You’ve got nothing.”

He was good. Waiting until she was most vulnerable. Even if she was lucky enough for someone to come by, she was certain he made it so he didn’t look like he was harming her or speaking terrible things to her.

But she was right there. Hearing every menacing word. Every word meant to cut her deeper than any physical harm he could cause her. “You’re nothing but a groupie, baby. You’ll always be a dumb puck bunny.”

“Please,” she croaked, gasping for breath. Her squirming wasn’t enough, he was too strong, and Lord knew how long until the boys would come out of the locker room and Charlie out of the press conference. No one was coming to her rescue.

She clawed at his arms, but the pads protected him. Everything was protected which seemed like a metaphor she couldn’t quite put together right now.

Everything except the hand on her throat.

She bent her head at an awkward angle allowing air to flow just enough. Thrashing against his hold hoping he would slip just a bit. He didn’t notice she was trying to reach for his hand. He must have assumed she was trying to escape. It didn’t have to be a lot she just needed something to give.

When it did finally give, she wasted no time. His hand moved just enough so that she could bend her neck completely. Once she could, she bit down as hard as she could on his finger.

She bit so hard that she tasted blood.

“What the fuck!” He growled yanking away instinctively. She didn’t waste a second and bolted. He was on skates, and she was in her boots so for once in an ice arena she had the speed advantage, and she wasn’t going to lose that.

Without really noticing where her feet carried her, the locker room burst open before her. She couldn’t even see because her eyes were blurred over with tears. She choked out a sob as the door shut behind her.

“Bunny?” Harry sounded concerned, curious, and confused all in one little word that she hated so much (especially right now) but loved when Harry said it.

“Oh hell,” Asher whispered. It was quiet then, no one moving, or speaking.

“Harry?” She cried, unable to see as she wiped uselessly at her face to rid herself of the tears and she pressed her other hand to the top of her chest trying to stop her heart from flying out of her ribcage and soothe the ache and burn of knowing his hand was on her neck. The other hand went to her mouth. Her face tilted down, and her hair fell in front of her face.

If the team was naked, she wouldn’t even know. Her vision wasn’t clear enough to see an inch in front of her.

“Bunny?” He repeated, his voice closer, his hands gently caressing her face. A massive juxtaposition to how Kael held her moments before. “Kitten,” he turned her neck ever so gently inspecting every inch of her face. “What happened?”

“H-he broke m-my camera,” she sniffled and swiped at her eyes. With a little more clarity, she could see Harry was half undressed, just his practice jersey and compression pants on him. He was sweaty and never looked hotter and she was a goddamn wreck.

“I’ll kill him,” but it was Niall who growled out the sentiment. Before another word could be uttered, she heard the locker-room door open.

“Oh fuck,” Lang was quick to follow.

“Bunny,” Harry crouched slightly to meet her gaze. “Kitten, what happened?” He repeated. She shook her head, her cries catching in her throat again. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Harry cupped the back of her head, curling around her protectively the way he always seemed to when she cried. “Fuck, Bunny,” he frowned. His lips found her ear. “Did he touch you?” He asked.

She nodded. The rest of the team must have already anticipated what she was upset over, because it was even quieter than when she entered. She felt Harry start shaking again. It started from the center of his body outward. She imagined his toes were shaking. Fully vibrating with anger. “I’m gonna kill him,” Harry’s voice was so low and so terrifying she shivered.

“Please don’t leave me,” she sniffled.

He groaned and tightened his grip on her. “Y’killing me, Rookie,” he mumbled.

“I just want to go home, please,” she begged her voice breaking.

His heart broke. “We’re heading to the hotel soon, and I’ll drive y’home when we land, Bunny, I promise,” he assured her. The thought of leaving her alone was repulsive. Almost as much as this whole moment with Kael.

“No... take me home with you,” she whispered.

Well, if there was one way to keep him sane, he supposed that would be it. “Take you home?” He repeated. “My home?”

She nodded. “Please, I don’t want to be away from you.”

Make that, two ways to keep him sane.

*

She refused to say what he did specifically. He didn’t do anything but hold her in the hotel bed until the team left in the middle of the night for their red eye flight. He sat next to her on the bus and the plane, carrying her stuff and wincing every time she sniffled. He combed his fingers through her hair, refusing to let go of her for anything other than the bathroom. He made sure she drank enough water and had medicine for all the aches she endured.

Charlie was fuming in his seat. Between what happened and her lack of response about what happened, he may have sent Harry several messages regarding how he would enjoy going to jail if Harry hurt her. He ignored those messages for the time being. But he did pay attention to the one where Charlie said he was looking into getting the security footage pulled before Kael could swipe it from the arena.

The team had no problem messaging Kael. The coward left before anyone could find him. Niall found her camera shattered to bits on the floor. Callie pulled the memory card from the wreck but there wasn’t anything that could be done to save the equipment.

Except of course, Harry ordered her a new, top-of-the-line camera while she showered in his bathroom.

After what felt like hours but was only maybe half at most, she finally exited the bathroom. Harry turned from lying on his bed to sitting on the edge watching her immediately. Her eyes were red-rimmed, hair damp. She looked adorable even when she was sad, and it was so unfair. She was wearing a T-shirt Harry pulled from one of his drawers. It had the Chargers logo across the front, and he wished more than anything it had his name on the back.

“Did that help?” He asked.

She nodded but held the towel out to him. “I don’t know where to put this,” she avoided his gaze which had to be next to impossible because Harry couldn’t tear his away from her. He took the towel and tossed it toward the corner of the room where his hamper lived, although he hadn’t done laundry in a week, and so the towel fell off the side to the pile beside it.

“Bunny,” he murmured. “Look at me please,” he whispered.

She shook her head, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m so embarrassed, I’ll cry again.”

“Y’have nothing t’be embarrassed ‘bout, Rookie, love,” his voice was gentle, he reached for her hip and pulled her toward him, opening his legs so she fit between his thighs. “What did he do?” He asked, keeping one hand on her hip and the other traveled up her arm, cupped the side of her neck and slid along to her face.

“You’ll get mad,” she whispered.

“M’already mad, kitten,” he reminded her.

“What is with you and the animal names?” Her voice was soft.

“You’re an adorable creature, Bunny, I don’t have a choice,” he smirked, spoke just as quietly as she did, but not falling for her dodging what he wanted to know. “Don’t distract me,” he brushed his fingertips softly along the outline of her face.

“You’ll be mad at me.”

“Never, Rookie. M’never mad at you,” he hoped he sounded as reassuring as he wanted to be. It was true. He was never mad at her.

“I bit his finger,” she mumbled. “Really hard.”

Harry tilted his head. “You what?”

“He...” she swallowed and pressed her face into the space of his shoulder and neck hiding. “He was choking me,” her voice was so quiet Harry had to strain to hear it. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the anger to stay at bay so she wouldn’t be scared. “And I couldn’t move and... and I just needed the right angle, so I bit his finger. Really hard. I tasted blood,” she explained.

Harry chuckled despite everything. “Good girl,” he pulled her to him and squeezed her tight. “And y’came t’me?” he mumbled thoughtfully cupping her face watching her eyes. He brushed his thumb along her cheek. It was selfish of him to ask when she was hurt. But he couldn't help it. She was his whole world whether she knew it or not and he needed to know.

“I didn’t want anyone else,” her skin turned the slightest pink. “Is that okay?”

Harry’s heart softened. “Yeah, Bunny. S’really okay,” he assured her, then he pulled her back against his shoulder, tucking her into his embrace. “The guys couldn’t find him... the coward,” he snipped.

Harry felt a smile on her lips warm his skin. He grinned half-heartedly and swayed her gently. “For the best,” she admitted. “I like your room,” she whispered glancing around. “Maybe I will take it.”

“S’fine with me,” he shrugged.

She stared at him pointedly. “I don’t want to live here for free.”

“Oh, come on, Rookie I have a hundred rooms with nothing in them.”

“I won’t live here for free.”

“Fine, but you’re not paying rent-prices. Y’can buy groceries or pay the electric bill. Or maybe the Internet bill. But not all three.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re keeping the car.”

“Certifiable.”

*

“Harry, are you awake?” She whispered.

“Mmm,” he hummed sleepily. Her soft voice in his bed was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. It was the first time they slept in his bed. Harry was a lot of things, and it was evident that possessive was a major one. He loved sleeping in her tiny bed when there was no room, so she always ended up burrowing into his side. Still, there something about having her in his room, his bed, wrapped in his blankets that made the Neanderthalic part of his mind undeniably happy. He kept space between them, as he always tried to maintain when they shared a bed. But he felt a compulsion to hold her hand between them as he stared at the ceiling unable to sleep thinking about how much he hated someone who hurt the pretty woman beside him.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Bunny,” he whispered quietly shaking his head. “Y’never have t’thank me. Not for that.”

“I do though,” she sounded like she was nodding. “I don’t know why you like me so much. Like... from the start... and still. I’ve been nothing but trouble.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t think s’true. And does that matter from the start?”

“I don’t know... it never really happened to me before...” she trailed off. “Kael and I were just around each other for a while—got to know each other and it made sense. Then we were together for a really long time... I never had someone just like me for me, right away without knowing anything else about me. I guess I’m just worried that if... if you do like me—and I do believe you when you say you do—it will change because it changed for him. I’m not that special, you know? I’m not a celebrity. I just take pictures and—”

Harry sighed, if he was visible in the night, she would see him rolling his eyes at the ceiling and shaking his head. “Y’know I had a bunch of contacts for women for all the different cities we visit, right?” He interrupted. It wasn’t the best segue in conversation, and it probably wasn’t a nice thing to hear when he was trying to convince her he liked her infinitely more than he ever liked anybody. Especially after the day she had.

There was a slight pause. If she said something like that to Harry, he would be jealous for days and would probably have to break another hockey stick. So, he was well aware he needed to give her a second to think through her emotions. “Yeah...?” Her voice was quiet again. Unsure.

He reached beside him for his phone on his nightstand. He unlocked it, turned the brightness down, blinking awkwardly against it so he wouldn’t hurt her eyes as well. He opened his messages and handed it to her.

There were a good number of unsaved numbers listed in the threads. Many had the same start of each message previewed before clicking on it. I am deleting your number because I’ve met—

“Harry,” she said softly.

“Open one,” he offered.

She shook her head. “Harry, you didn’t do anything—I don’t want to go through—”

He reached over and tapped on one of the messages.

—a really lovely girl and I want to take it seriously. I won’t be contacting you anymore... You were a great person to know. I wish you all the best. Xx Harry

“Harry,” she whispered breathlessly.

Only some had answered. From what she could see, most who had responded thought it was sweet; they understood where he was coming from, it was kind of him to reach out and not leave them hanging. Some were less happy for him but since they all knew what they signed up for, none appeared to be outright angry or derisive. Harry took his phone back and opened his contacts. If the unsaved numbers were to be believed, he should have had plenty more contacts listed. Instead, it was just teammates, coaches, his family.

And hers. Rookie 📷🐇

She bit her lip.

“I think ‘ve been waiting for you, Rookie, love. I never wanted someone more,” he put his phone back. “M’not kidding. I’ll wait forever,” he promised. She felt her face crumple in half. Emotional over and in complete disbelief that someone so kind and sweet was willing to wait for her when he could truly have anyone he wanted. Someone way more talented and beautiful than her. "Go t'sleep, Bunny," he whispered softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. "We can talk 'bout it tomorrow."

*

Harry made sure she had everything she needed for the day; he snuck into her phone to turn her alarm off. He put a note on the bedside table. No work today. Enjoy playing hooky, Bunny. But please stay so I can see you when I come home. She wished she had her camera so she could take a picture of the note, but her phone would suffice for now. She dreaded the thought of purchasing a new camera. But she needed to deal with one thing at a time. First of which meant breakfast and coffee. She headed to the kitchen after using the bathroom.

The doorbell rang at the exact same time. She peered through the window and saw a man in a black shirt with a green apron. She tilted her head. “Rookie?” He asked tentatively.

“Uh... yeah?”

“Here you go,” he handed her a drink—her favorite coffee and the man left.

She blinked. “How many times have you been here?”

“I was instructed to come every half hour with a fresh drink and wait five minutes until you answered,” he explained backing toward his car. She smirked sipping it. It was delicious.

“Did he pay you at least?” She called tapping her fingers against the plastic.

“Excessively!” He shouted with a grin, pulling his door closed. She smiled, closed the front door, locked it, before heading for the living room sipping her favorite kind of coffee from her favorite guy.

*

She heard the garage door open around five and the door creak from the mudroom attached to the garage to the house.

“Do you like chicken noodle soup?” She asked. “I know that sounds silly, because it’s a classic. But because it’s a classic, there was a time when I was in high school, and I swear I was sick for a month and all I ate was chicken noodle soup. I haven’t had any since, I think. But on a whim, I had some last week, and it was literally the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten,” she explained while Harry took his shoes off. She grabbed the bread she was toasting out of the oven, and she smiled as he slowly made his way to the kitchen.

He looked around the room for a moment. “Did y’clean?” He asked ignoring her rant about soup, he ran his finger along the thin side table that was directly next to the counter. It looked dusted, and the little trinkets were placed back on the table just so.

She smiled sheepishly and nodded. “I know you hate when I do stuff like this, but I was really bored. I shouldn’t be allowed to have a day off. Idle minds, you know? I also figured you must not have time to clean often with your schedule. This place isn’t even that dirty, and I think I’m the one that tracks in all the snow and dirt from the pond,” she explained.

He stared at her as she spoke, dropped his small duffle bag beside him.

She blinked at his weird stance as she stirred the soup in the big pot she was using. “Are you mad?”

His gaze was unmoving from her face. He tilted his head toward the laundry room, the sound of the dryer humming from the hallway. “And laundry?” He asked.

Now she felt like she was in trouble. “Well... you had a mountain of it in your room and I was finished cleaning. Which meant I was about to go insane due to boredom again,” she shrugged. “You’re mad,” she frowned. “I was just trying to do something nice.”

“Dishes?” He jutted his chin toward the empty sink.

“That’s on you for leaving them. You know I love dishes.”

“Grocery shopping?” He hummed.

“I figured if I’m going to live here, I may as well chip in since you won’t let me pay for—”

“What’s this?” He asked looking at the picture frames face down on the kitchen table. He picked one up and inspected it. She had selected several photos. Some of the team, some from her series of photo. There was even one of Marc and Michael. But naturally, the one he picked up was one of the photos from the gallery night.

Harry’s arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her hip. While she looked at the woman holding his phone camera, Harry was gazing down at her. His smile was full of adoration. She picked it to be framed because even though the camera didn’t get a look at his pretty green eyes for one photo (which was truly a loss), she felt like the most beautiful thing in the world with the way he looked at her.

“Oh, I thought they were cute pictures, and we could put them—” Harry put the frame down, turned toward the stove and flicked the burner off. “Harry...? What are you—”

He then faced her; he slid his hands along both of her cheeks. Gently, he tilted her neck, so her eyes met his. “My pretty, pretty Bunny,” he murmured brushing the tip of his nose against hers. Her breath caught in her throat. Whatever smart remark she was going to make about him being bossy or extra was stuck on her tongue. His gaze dropped to her lips and then she was overwhelmed by the color green again. Her face felt hot with a blush that she couldn't stop and she was only seconds ahead of what his intention was. “Y’can tell me t’stop, Rookie, love. I don’t want t’rush it.”

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.

“Oh Bunny, y’never have t’beg for me, ever,” his voice was deep, gravelly. Filled with desire and wanting.

And he wanted her.

Harry had waited a very long time to kiss her. But these last few seconds leading to their first kiss felt like a literal eternity, but finally his lips met hers.

She moaned softly, a quiet almost-whimper, nearly the exact moment his mouth touched hers. He was so gentle; it felt like his lips were hardly moving and the drag of his mouth was so sinful she could feel it burning. It burned her lips and every other inch of her skin. Her mind was so entranced with the feel of Harry’s lips between hers, the way his tongue slipped gently along the seam of her mouth, carefully coaxing her open so he could get a better taste of her.

Harry knew she would taste delicious. He didn’t know it was going to be so instantly addictive. But he shouldn’t have been surprised.

She was a little unsure how it happened—too distracted by the feeling of the prettiest man in hockey kissing her, but she was lifted to the counter, her legs around his waist. His hips flush against the edge of the counter. With one hand, he cupped the back of her head, his fingers winding in her hair. The other was at the small of her back, pulling her toward him.

“God Bunny,” he groaned and peppered kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for s'long.” She shivered feeling overwhelmed with his desire. Harry had a way of making her feel special and she should have known kissing him wasn’t going to be the exception. She was nearly out of breath and didn’t know how Harry could keep kissing her. “You’re so perfect,” he whispered into her throat.

“Harry,” she whispered.

He moaned. “Oh, Rookie, y’say m’name like that m’gonna be done for. What d’you want, Bunny? Y’can have whatever y’want... anything. S’yours.”

She laughed silently, her shoulders shaking as his mouth worked across her collarbone to the other side of her throat. He was so tender and intentional in his kisses of where Kael hurt her, and he took all that pain away. “Nothing, I just... like—”

He groaned again and brought her lips back to his, kissing her so passionately it ached. “I like you so much, Bunny,” he whispered, his mouth dragging along her skin. “I don’t want you t’go. Please don’t close yourself off from me. I’ll do anything.”

She felt bad that he felt like he had to beg for her attention. He had it, and he always had it. If she was honest, since the very first time she met him. “I won’t, I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered.

“Oh, thank God,” he sighed and pulled her toward him. He wrapped his arms beneath her, supporting her weight and carried her to his room.

“Harry, baby, you gotta slow down,” she giggled.

He moaned or growled. Perhaps a little of both. He tucked his face into her neck again. “Y’call me baby, m’not gonna live.”

She laughed. “Oh, you have to.”

Carefully he laid her back on his mattress. Yeah, he slept beside her the night before. He had snuggled with her in her own bed several times as well. This was different. This was all her walls finally down. Her vulnerability and trust were on full display. Harry was the luckiest man in the world to witness it. To be trusted to take care of her. He didn’t know how anyone could betray such a sweet, perfect person.

“M’gonna kiss every inch of you,” he promised.

“You’ve been awfully patient, Harry. Don’t you want to jump to the good stuff?” Her cheeks warmed once more as she asked.

He shook his head. “No, not even a little. I want every single second of you. Every single kiss. I’d wait forever for you, Bunny.”

She didn’t deserve him, but she would happily keep him. “You’re too good,” she whispered cupping his face and stroking her thumbs along his cheeks. He rested his forehead against hers as he hovered beside her.

“M’not Rookie. You’re too good. Exceptionally intelligent, creative, and deliriously beautiful. My schedule is all kinds of fucked,” he reminded her. “I never had a girlfriend because I can only give you five months.

She smiled. “I’m literally with the team all the time, Harry.”

“But when y’open your studio, y’won’t be.”

“I’m not opening a studio,” she laughed shaking her head, her nose bumping his.

He rolled his eyes. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, and very much wanted to make her come all over him. But this was important to him because she was the most important thing to him. “Of course you are, Rookie. Y’have too much talent t’be wasting it on a group of rowdy hockey players.”

There was a wave of pride that bloomed over her. His unwavering support and constant belief in her. She grinned. “Harry Styles," she sighed. "You’re incredible. Number one twice for sure.”

He chuckled softly, ducking his gaze slightly at her compliment. It meant more than any other time he heard it because this was her saying it. “Thanks, Bunny,” he smiled and kissed her again lingering and holding her face in his hands like he never wanted to let go. “You’re pucking perfect.”

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[lazysoulwriter]

happy birthday, mr Pascal. - pedro pascal.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DADDY!

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You were curled up in bed with him, your legs tangled under the covers, waiting for the clock to strike midnight. Pedro Pascal’s 50th birthday. Half a century of the most delicious man on the planet.

And he was yours.

The room was dimly lit, the warmth of his body against yours making everything feel intimate, like the whole world had disappeared, leaving just the two of you. Pedro was relaxed, his hand absentmindedly tracing shapes on your arm, his chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm you loved.

“Baby, why do you keep checking your phone?” he mumbled, voice thick with drowsiness.

You didn’t answer, just watching as the numbers on the screen changed.

12:00 AM.

A slow smile spread across your face before you turned to him, eyes shining.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY LOVE.”

Pedro barely had time to react before you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing kisses all over his face. He let out a surprised laugh, holding you close as you showered him with affection.

“My baby is 50!” you said, your voice catching slightly—not from sadness, but from the overwhelming joy of being here, with him, on this day.

Pedro chuckled, cupping your face. “I like the ‘my baby’ part. Not so much the ‘50.’”

You pouted, running your fingers through his curls. “But you are. My baby. My favorite person.” Your voice softened. “And the most special man in the world.”

His eyes searched yours, something deep and unspoken passing between you. Then, his lips curled into a softer, almost shy smile before he kissed you, slow and lingering.

“Thank you,” he murmured against your lips. “For being here. For making this special.”

You grinned. “Oh, baby. We’re just getting started.”

After a few more minutes of lazy kisses and whispered words, you suddenly sat up, eyes glinting mischievously.

“Wait here,” you ordered before slipping out of bed and running to the bathroom.

Pedro propped himself up on his elbows, confused but amused. “What are you doing?”

No response. Just the sound of fabric rustling.

Then, you stepped back into the room, moving slowly.

Pedro’s eyes narrowed. “What—”

“Happy birthday…” you began in a breathy, sultry voice, dragging your fingertips down your own body as you sauntered toward him.

His brows shot up.

“No,” he muttered, already grinning.

“Mr. President…”

Pedro choked.

You had somehow managed to squeeze into a tight, silky dress, your hair messily curled, red lips curled in a seductive smirk as you full-on committed to the Marilyn Monroe bit.

“Oh my God,” Pedro wheezed, immediately sitting up. His hand covered his mouth as he started laughing, shaking his head.

But then, his laughter faded into something else—because damn.

His eyes dragged over your body, taking in the way the fabric hugged your curves, the way your lips pouted dramatically as you continued singing.

“Baby,” he rasped, his fingers twitching. “You’re actually—this is—Jesus Christ.”

You smirked, crawling onto the bed, still singing, letting your hands trail up his chest.

Pedro swallowed hard, his laughter turning into a breathless chuckle. “I should be laughing. But I’m actually—”

You leaned in, your lips ghosting over his ear as you whispered, “Turned on?”

He groaned, gripping your waist and pulling you fully into his lap. “So much.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Happy birthday, Mr. Pascal.”

Pedro tilted his head, a slow smirk forming. “I think I like this version of ‘old man’ better.”

You kissed him, grinning against his lips. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

His hands tightened on your waist, voice low and warm.

“Best birthday ever.”

---

[my-castles-crumbling]

jump - @wolfstarmicrofic - cw: slight mention of canon-compliant death, but this is a hopeful fic - word count: 505

Sirius was a shell of himself.

That was the first thing that Remus noticed when he invited the man into his tiny flat. His clothes were ripped and threadbare, his body covered in grime. His hair was tangled and his body nothing but bones. But the effects of years in Azkaban and his time on the run had run deeper. He jumped at the smallest of noises and refused to be alone in a room unless he was trying to respect Remus’s privacy. He tried to hide his nightmares, but Remus heard him yelling in his sleep every night. He trailed off mid-conversation, forgetting the randomest of things.

Sirius Black, the vivacious, lighthearted man Remus had known, was gone.

But one day as they sat at the tiny table for breakfast, Sirius clutching a mug in his shaking hands, he suddenly looked up to Remus and said, “D’you remember your sixteenth birthday?”

Remember? Remus would never forget. “Yes,” he said carefully, trying not to be too hopeful about what Sirius was referring to. “You lot charmed all of the suits of armor in the entire bloody school to sing to me.” A small stab of pain hit him in the chest as he remembered all of their laughter. James’s laughter.

Sirius’s haunted gray eyes crinkled fondly, and Remus’s stomach swooped. “We wanted to give you some love. You always seemed to think you deserved nothing, but you deserve the world.”

He said it simply, with the finality that a younger Sirius might have avoided.

Remus merely shrugged, not knowing what to say.

Then, Sirius’s expression grew nervous. “Do you…do you remember later that day?”

And Remus was tempted to play dumb. He would have, when he was younger. But he knew that this version of Sirius needed him to be a bit braver. “Yeah,” he mumbled, forcing himself to not look away. “In the dorm?”

“That…that was the best moment of my life,” Sirius confessed, stubble-covered cheeks pink. “I…I don’t know why the dementors didn’t take it. Maybe because I was so convinced you were only kissing me because you were drunk, so it wasn’t completely happy.”

Remus couldn’t help but laugh. “Meanwhile, I’d fancied you since I was thirteen.”

Sirius smiled, and for a moment they were quiet, lost in the memory. But then he asked softly, “D’you…d’you think we could ever be like that again? After so long?”

They hadn’t spoken about it. Remus hadn’t wanted to push. But as soon as Sirius said it, a wild mixture of relief, love, and desire hit him so powerfully he lost his breath. “We never weren’t like that,” Remus answered, voice cracking, remembering trying with everything in him to stop loving Sirius as he pictured the ‘madman’ rotting away in his cell. “Not even when…when I tried.”

And Sirius may have been different in a lot of ways, but he kissed exactly as he did when he was sixteen. Desperately, like he wanted nothing more and nothing less than for them to consume each other.

[folkwhoreberry]

Can u make an Oscar x reader story where they’re childhood best friends and reader is like a famous singer or something and they’ve been hinting about their relationship but no one even knew they had a connection

This was super long 😭 sorry if u don’t understand

Steering Hearts

oscar piastri x reader

or... the one where you swear you’ll be moving on with his favourite athlete

word count : 1.7k

warning : reader wrote “good graces” by sabrina carpenter, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : good graces by sabrina carpenter

🐨☘️

sweat dripped down your forehead, but you didn’t mind it, not even one bit.

with the microphone in your hand and the blinding flashes coming from the crowd, chanting your name and lyrics as you sang, how could you?

you stood in a line with your backup dancers, singing your hit song from your latest album, ‘good graces’.

“I’ll tell the world, you finish you chores prematurely,” you sang into the mic as you danced, “break my heart and I swear I’m moving on with your favourite athlete.” and that was the line that made the crowd scream. all because of a simple hand movement you did while singing - your free hand moving in circles imitating a steering wheel.

one simple hand movement - and the internet went crazy. because you wore an orange bodysuit while doing so. and lando norris and oscar piastri just so happened to be in the crowd.

an hour later the concert finally finished, you said your final thank yous to the crowd and crew before going backstage, where you were met with your manager and assistant, handing you a bottle of water and a towel to wipe of the sweat.

“you absolutely smashed it out there!” you manager praised you, a big smile on her lips as she patted your back.

you smiled and nodded and response, too out of breath to talk. you leaned against the nearest wall and kept drinking your water, until a familiar figure appeared in the corner of your eyes, along with another person trailing behind them.

“you did amazing, love!” oscar immediately said after coming close enough to you, his arms wrapping themselves around you without caring about the sweat covering you. “aw, thank you, osc.” you responded with a smile. “hey, it’s my nickname for him!” lando said from behind oscar, to which you rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue at.

“you’re tiring, aren’t you?” oscar whispered in your ear, making you hum in agreement. he chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to play with the ends of your hair. “so should we go back to the hotel?”

——————

the next morning was a mess on stan twitter. rumours of you dating the mclaren so-called ‘playboy’ lando norris were circulating all over the internet.

there were pictures of him and oscar going backstage after the show, videos of you smiling and waving to where the two boys were during the concert, sightings of the 25 year old filming you on his phone while you performed, and of course the orange outfit you wore that night, a colour that is often associated with mclaren, lando’s team.

——————

a week had passed since then, everyone somewhat calmed down from it, only sparking when lando was asked about it in interviews.

now, it was the morning of the australian grand prix - the first race of the 2025 season, and also oscar’s home race.

the paddock was full of excitement, reporters walking around with their cameramen and microphones, fans eager to meet their idols, and the drivers just trying to peacefully get from one place to another.

and there was you - walking through the paddock with you manager, just casually talking to her and occasionally turning to wave to a camera pointed at you pf take a picture with a fan.

“miss l/n, miss l/n! is it true that you’re dating lando norris?” one of the reporters asked you, pointing a microphone at you to hear your answer. you just smirked and snickered, ignoring g the question. “then why are you wearing a mclaren jacket?”

they weren’t wrong, you were wearing a mclaren branded jacket, white leather with their logo on the back, which you wore to support you boyfriend of course. you just kept on ignoring the cameras as you made your way to the mclaren garage, which luckily was the first one out of the rest of the teams. you walked inside, where you were met with oscar, who promised you he’ll meet you at the entrance.

“hey there, love. how was the drive here?” he asks you kindly, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you further inside, to the front of the garage. “alright, not too much traffic.”

he hummed in response, leading you to the secluded spot he prepared for you in the back of the garage to watch the race.

“I gotta go get in the car now, darling. cheer for me, yeah?” oscar said with a smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before he moved aside to take his gloves and helmet, walking to the front of the garage towards the track, where the national anthem will be played before the start of the race.

the race started just minutes later, and your heart was beating with each turn oscar took and each place he gained or lost.

after almost two hours the race ended, and you were happy that your boyfriend ended the race with no missing kind of any serious injuries, not even caring what place he finished in.

you watched oscar’s car roll into the pit lane and saw him climb out. you were glad he was safe, your heart finally settling after nearly two hours of tense turns and overtakes. the mclaren garage erupted in applause, but you stayed in your secluded spot, waiting for oscar to come over.

a few minutes later, you saw him approaching, wiping sweat off his forehead with a towel. his smile brightened the moment he spotted you, and you grinned back, leaning against the wall of the garage.

“how was that?” he asked, his voice still a little breathless from the race.

“you were incredible,” you said, stepping closer to him. “I swear my heart was in my throat the entire time.”

he chuckled, pulling you into a quick hug, the scent of sweat and fuel faint on his race suit. “you’re always so dramatic,” he teased, his lips brushing the top of your head.

“I think it’s justified,” you quipped, lightly smacking his chest. “especially after that last turn. I was ready to jump on the track and drag you off myself.”

oscar laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m just glad I didn’t give you another heart attack. next time, I’ll make it easier for you.”

you smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back. “well, go do your interviews, mr. piastri. I’ll be waiting for you back here.”

“yeah, yeah, I know the drill,” he said, giving you a wink before heading off toward the media pen.

you found a spot near a screen in the garage to watch him and lando give their interviews. they stood side by side, casual as always, but you knew they were in for the usual bombardment of questions. sure enough, one interviewer didn’t waste time.

“lando, there’s been a lot of speculation about your relationship with a certain singer. any comment?”

lando smirked and shot oscar a sideways glance. “oh, we’re really doing this again?” he said, crossing his arms and pretending to think. “well, I can’t blame people for talking. she’s a fantastic performer, you know?”

oscar snorted beside him, shaking his head. “he’s full of it,” he added with a grin. “no relationship there, sorry to disappoint.”

they both shared a laugh, shrugging off the question as the interviewer quickly moved on to race-related topics. you had to bite back a smile as you watched the whole thing unfold. the internet was going to lose it - again.

——————

the next day, you had a concert in the same city, and once again, oscar and lando made an appearance. as the show started, the crowd was electric, and the energy only grew when you hit the chorus of your song, ‘good graces.’

“break my heart and I swear I’m moving on with your favourite athlete,” you sang, throwing in that same steering wheel motion you did at the last show. the screams from the audience were deafening, and you couldn’t help but grin at the chaos you’d created again.

you stole a glance toward the back of the venue, where you knew oscar and lando were. it was hard to miss them, even in the dim light of the concert hall. oscar had that proud, supportive look on his face that never failed to make your heart swell, while lando - well, lando was grinning like the mischievous devil he always was.

once the concert ended and the cheers died down, you headed backstage. it wasn’t long before oscar and lando followed, dodging a few cameras as they made their way through the halls.

“well, if it isn’t the star of the show,” oscar teased as he approached you, his smile lighting up his whole face.

“that’s me,” you said, still catching your breath from the performance. “did I live up to your high standards?”

“always,” he replied softly, stepping closer to pull you into his arms.

just as you leaned into him, you felt a flash of a camera, and before you could react, oscar’s lips were on yours. it was a quick kiss, nothing too showy, but the click of the camera and the flashing lights around you meant only one thing—the internet was about to go wild.

“oh great, here we go,” lando muttered from the side, raising an eyebrow at the photographers. “guess we’ll be dealing with questions about this tomorrow.”

you and oscar both laughed as you pulled apart, but deep down, you knew this was going to cause another storm online.

sure enough, overnight, the internet exploded with headlines, pictures of oscar kissing you backstage, and a new wave of speculation about your relationship. it was everywhere - your fans, his fans, random gossip accounts.

the next morning, after a quick talk with oscar, you decided it was time to put an end to the rumors once and for all. you posted a simple picture on your social media - one of you and oscar, arms wrapped around each other, lips interlocked, and of course a cheesy caption.

oscar did the same, posting a cute picture of the two of your from a random cozy night-in you had, paired with a caption you made him change three times because of how oscar-ish it was.

the response was instant - fans flooding the comments with excitement, support, and some playful teasing.

lando even chimed in, posting a candid picture of you he took with the caption “wrong papaya mate guys”.

you couldn’t help but laugh as you scrolled through the reactions. it was all out in the open now, and honestly? it felt pretty damn good.

————————————————————————————

© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.

a/n : took me so long to write it (two days lol) but oh my godddd am I a sucker for singer!reader it feeds the oc’s in my head

[novvabee]

could you do one where there’s a girl who is really good, like REALLY good at divination and stuff, and meets the mauraders

hi love! this is so cute, it is a tad bit different from your ask but, here it is ❤️ i hope it fits your vision

She's Divine

Summary: poly!marauders x divination loving reader cw: swearing like once, predetermined poly relationship word count: 1.8k

“Y/N!” you heard Sirius sing throughout the common room. You were cozied up in one of the corners with a book you’ve been dying to read on the works and uses of prophecies. You finally had a moment of time, and now it was being interrupted, great.

“Yes Sirius,” you sighed, closing your book and looking up at him from where he stood. He smiled down at you and you knew you were going to be pulled into whatever scheme he was planning.

He batted his eyes down at you, smiling sweetly as he asked “Would you do me a small, well, bigger than small favor?”

“What kind of favor?” you asked, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. 

“Well, remember that assignment that was due last week? The one for divination?” he recalled.

“Yes?” you say, becoming annoyed.

“Well…” He trailed off.

“You didn’t do it?” you guessed, it would be just like Sirius to ask you to do his homework, even a week later.

He cocked his head and smiled. “How did you know? You must be psychic or something.”

You rolled your eyes in answer. Of course you didn’t want to help him with this. It was on a topic you learned last week, palmistry, and you had already moved on to dream interpretations. 

“Oh come on,” he grovelled, “you know I’m shit at divination, and you’re the top of the class. Just think about it as if you’re tutoring me.”

You rolled your eyes yet again, your book will just have to wait until later. “Fine,” you said, “sit.”

He sat in the armchair next to yours, throwing off his bag full of textbooks. He looked at you intently, on his best behavior as not to piss you off and tell him to do the assignment himself.

“Ok,” you started, “give me your hand.”

He obeyed your command and gave you his right hand. You took it in both of yours, pulling him closer to get a better view. You twisted it around to get the perfect lighting and make sure you didn’t miss any marks.

“Ok well, these little marks are ‘witch marks’ indicating that magic runs through your bloodlines but… that’s obvious, almost everyone in this school has them. However, you have quite a lot of them, meaning you come from a long line of magic.”

He nodded along seeming interested in what you had to say.

“Then this one here,” you said pointing to a deep line slashing through the bottom of his hand, “this one is the lifeline, it is pretty average, meaning you will live to a normal age but, it’s split. This probably means that your life will change in a drastic way.” you explained.

Sirius was listening, but he wasn’t listening. He was just staring at you, smiling. His hands were warm, soft. You were beginning to feel his stare.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you asked, not knowing if he was really listening to what you were saying, not taking any of it in. He was definitely not going to do well on this project.

“Yes please!” He said, dreamily. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

You giggled, squeezing his hand in between yours. “Is this just another way of flirting or do you really need help with this assignment?” you asked with a grin.

“Why can’t it be both?” he replied.

You shook your head but continued on reading his palm. “This one is the heart line. It stops right before your middle finger, which means you have difficulty expressing your emotions to those you love. It feathers out quite a bit, I think this may mean you’ll have many lovers in your life.” you said jokingly. This was obvious to you of course, Sirius shared his love three ways already between you, James and Remus.

“Lucky me,” he muttered, smirking over at you and winking.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“Hello sunshine.” you heard from beside you. Your attention snapped up to James making his way up to where you were sat under a shady oak tree in the gardens of the castle. It was a lovely day and you decided to take full advantage of the rare sunny weather. You were still on the book about the works and uses of prophecies, not finding the time to finish it.

“Hello James,” you said, smiling up at the tall, bespeckled figure. “What can I help you with?”

“Nothing at all!,” he answered. “Actually, I saw something in Hogsmeade and thought you would like it.”

“A present?” you asked, pretending to be shocked. In reality, it was very much like James to grab something for you while out in the town. He did it fairly often, always bringing you back candies or trinkets.

He chuckled and said “Close your eyes.”

You listened to him, shutting your eyes and holding out your hands for him to set the present in. You felt something hard and cold placed in your cupped hands. You didn’t peek until you heard him say you could look.

You opened your eyes to see a small amethyst tower laying on its side. You gasped and looked up at James. “Thank you!” you exclaimed. “I need to put one under my pillow! I’ve been sleeping awful lately.” you explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, sitting down next to you under the tree, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He traced his fingers along your upper arm in a sweet and comforting way. “Bad dreams?”

“Sorta.” you answered, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Well, what are they about? Sometimes it’s good to talk about them and analyze them.” he explained.

You looked at him sideways “Yes James, I too take divination.” you answered him sarcastically.

“Exactly! You should know that better than anyone else!” he chuckled.

“Fine, fine,” you laughed. “They're mostly about interplanetary rivalries, you know, Venus and Jupiter. And all the placements growing closer to conjunction, causing all sorts of chaos and interesting events here on Earth. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

He blinked at you. “No idea. I know about half of the words you just said.”

You laughed and shoved him gently. “Well that was no help, Potter.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

You were finally settling down, opening your book to the chapter you had left off on. You didn’t make it two seconds before you felt a presence beside you. You thought you would be safe in the library, you thought wrong.

You turned to see Remus setting up some parchment and his quill. He smiled at you and continued. You thought that maybe he would be engrossed in his work and maybe leave you to your reading. You were wrong.

“Hey Y/N, you have a moment?” he leaned over and whispered.

You shut your book yet again, looking over to him to continue.

“You read runes right?” he asked, still quiet as not to disturb the studying students around you both.

You nodded. “Yeah, I got an Outstanding in my OWLS.”

His face lit up as he said, “Great, well, I was wondering if you would be willing to tudor some students in my study group. There’s a few kids taking rune reading for the first time and they said they needed some help, so I wanted to ask the expert.” You suspected he was laying on the compliments to make you say yes to tutoring some younger years.

You laughed off his flattery, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Well, I am no expert, not yet at least,” you said, “But I can help any way I can.”

He sighed in relief. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I really will owe you.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

When you agreed to help tutor for Remus, you didn’t expect two of the pupils to be both James and Sirius. They sat there, textbooks open and puzzled looks smeared across their faces. You didn’t mind terribly, they were your boyfriends after all, perhaps they would thank you with more presents and sweets. 

You figured Remus roped you into tutoring them because he did not have the patience for teaching both boys with the shortest attention span in probably the while school..

You helped them with a few assignments that they couldn’t quite grasp. Both boys struggled with rune reading, tarot card reading, and naval chart reading. You did your best to help walk them through it, but after about an hour, you could tell they were becoming frustrated with it all.

“But I’m a Scorpio,” Sirius said, “I was born in November.”

“I know that Sirius, but that is your sun sign.” you tried to explain. “There are many more signs. For example, your moon sign which is in Taurus.” 

“Ugh, this is stupid!” Sirius said, frustrated and tired.

“Honestly, divination is pretty much useless nowadays, it’s not even reliable, there is no proof it’s real.” James chimed in.

You were taken back by their comments. “Just because you two don’t automatically excel in it, doesn’t mean that it is stupid or useless.” you said, hurt that they felt that way about something you were very passionate about, something you loved and were good at, something you wanted to make into a career. You knew that a lot of people didn’t take divination seriously, that it was considered somewhat of an old wives tale. But you didn’t think that the boys, the people you thought cared about you the most, would think your passions were so miniscule and not as important as their own. 

“W-we didn’t mean it like that,” James said, starting to back peddle. “We just mean, we’re not good at it so…”

“So you think it’s stupid?” you ask.

“No!” James says, becoming pink in the face, not enjoying the outcome of this conversation at all.

“Don't listen to them,” you heard Remus say, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, seeing that you were hurt and wanting to comfort you a little. “They’re just upset that they have to finally work hard at a form of magic.”

It’s true, James and Sirius both were incredible wizards, it came easy to them. You often thought that they were just made of magic, that they didn’t ever have to try in any of their classes. 

“I might not be able to transfigure a barrel into a slipper on my first try, but you definitely couldn’t explain the difference between quartz and tigers eye and their respective uses.” you say to them.

“That’s why we want your help, Y/N. You know this doesn’t come easy to us. And to you, you're just so in tune with it, it’s like you have this rare, secret talent for it.” Sirius says. You’re still offended, but the compliments were helping.

“We don’t know how you do it, honestly.” Added James.

“Fine… I’ll still help you,” you said, they smiled apologetically at you. “But you have to do all my history of magic papers for the rest of the month.”

Sirius groaned but agreed, saying that it wouldn’t be too hard, just take a lot of time.

“Ok fine, but you have to teach us ovomancy and capnomancy too.” James bargained.

“Deal,” you said happily, excited to share your knowledge with the boys.

[madaqueue]

CRAWLING BACK TO YOU

playlists | 'do i wanna know' x hozier

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

themes/content: angst. alcohol consumption, a not-great breakup, sometimes you don't have to say 'i love you' to know it. 18+ MDNI (wk: 1.5k)

a/n: maybe putting this man in a situation will get me out of my writer's block

“Hi, baby,” Satoru’s slurred voice crackles through the speaker, cold metal held to your ear.

At least through the shitty phone you refuse to upgrade, he can’t hear your sigh from the other end. “Where are you?”

“I’m not telling,” he sing-songs, ending with a hiccup he can’t quite stifle.

Not that his answer really matters, only half playing through the otherwise-silent bedroom. You’re already up, groggily pulling on sweatpants and palming for the shape of your keys, lit by the tiny screen blinking his name.

“Well, don’t go too far. I’m on my way.” You hang up before he can complain (not that he would - if you had stayed on the call for a second longer, you would have heard the contented sigh slipping from his lips, a quiet ‘thank you’ that his microphone might have missed).

The bar is sticky and hot, uncomfortable at any time, but especially at 1:30 a.m. when you should be at home under soft sheets and moonlight. Shedding your coat does little to fix the air clinging to your skin like a vice as your eyes scan past neon lights, parsing through the blaring music for something familiar. A flash of white across the room, and your steps fall in a straight line.

When you place your hand between his shoulder blades (gently, of course - you know he startles easily), he manages to pull his head from the haven of his elbows, a temporary shelter along the wooden countertop.

“You came.” His grin is wild and unruly, only half there, but his eyes pierce through you all the same. You’ve always felt too bare under them; you tug your jacket on.

“Let’s go, Satoru.”

He doesn’t protest as you loop one arm around his torso, and lets you pull him to his feet. It’s always a bit of a balancing act to get him through the door, his lanky limbs colliding with yours, his shoes heavier than the rest of his body. Drunken giggles tumble into your ear from where his head rests atop yours, watching you kick his ankles away to keep him upright.

“Were you born with two left feet or something?” you grumble to yourself, muffled by the screeching chatter encasing you.

“Don’t think so,” he says earnestly. With a slow glance downward, he hums. “Nope. Right and left.”

You scoff to hide the giggle that threatens to escape. You wish he wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t charm you and force a smile, wouldn’t make you ache with forgiveness.

The night air is cold and welcome, finally letting your lungs expand fully for the first time in what feels like days, in spite of Satoru’s crushing weight on your shoulders. Opening his door first, he falls into the seat, enveloped by the familiar cloth, and you fasten his seatbelt before stepping into the driver’s side. In the confined space of the car, the smell of alcohol lingers on his breath, slowly making its way towards you, and you sniffle. The engine hums as you drive, roads and turns you know better than the veins coursing below your skin, ones that tingle under a watchful gaze.

With a quick glance, you find Satoru’s eyes lazily fixed on your own.

“You’ve got a staring problem,” you state.

“Just admiring the view.”

The thrum of your pulse picks up. You resent it.

“I still love you, y’know.”

The leather covering of the steering wheel creaks below your tightening grip. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” If you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was teasing, playing coy, pushing your buttons until he finds the one that makes you force him out along the highway. Unfortunately, you know it’s genuine.

“Because.” You exhale. “Because you broke up with me.”

A groan is muffled beneath his palm, rubbing into his skin as if he could wipe the words away. It was mutual, you told your friends, who took it well, your parents, who didn’t, as you tried to hide the familiar stinging in your eyes, as though you hadn’t just emerged from the bathroom where the water ran cold from scrubbing salt stains off your cheeks.

“It doesn’t make it any less true.” When he’s forced to hear the click of the turn signal too many times against the silence, he continues. “And I didn’t wanna break up with you.”

Ah, his favorite excuse. It makes you grimace at the bitter taste rising in the back of your throat. ‘I don’t want this either,’ he said as you screamed and cried in his arms, as he held you until the worst of the shaking was over. ‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’

“Whatever,” you acquiesce (he’ll never shut up if you don’t give him something to cling to).

(He only feels sane when he hears your voice. The silence aches for it; it tears at him from the inside out. If his agony could sound like you, he’d suffer like this forever.)

Before he can beg for more, his door opens. You reach across his waist to undo the seatbelt and toss his arm over your shoulders again.

In his hazy mind, he wonders how many times you’ve done this - he never really remembers this part, so it makes it hard to count. But there’s a fluidity as you shuffle towards the garage, punching in a code he never dared to change, as you wait the three seconds for it to rise just above his head and maneuver him inside.

And of course he doesn’t have to guide you towards the bedroom (he has to call it that now, ‘the’ bedroom; he thinks you got upset with him for calling it ‘our’ bedroom once, but that’s foggy, too).

With a huff you toss him onto the bed, every muscle uncoordinated, too out of it to scramble for the shreds of his dignity. Instead, he watches silently as you untie his shoes, unlatch his belt, unbutton his shirt. Even in just his boxers he doesn’t feel bare, not under your eyes, ones too gentle to cut.

“There’s water on the bedside table, and I put some crackers there, too. Please eat them.”

“M’sorry.”

“What?” You try to ignore the way your throat burns, the way your legs can’t move.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe.”

“Satoru, what-”

“That’s why.” When he finally removes the arm that had been shielding his face, those bright blue eyes are dull, clouded with tears. “That’s why I - hic - fucked it up. I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. I love you so much and I wasn’t strong enough.” I couldn’t risk anything happening to you, I was too dangerous, I would have gotten you hurt. I should have protected you, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in the thickness at the back of his tongue.

Some part of you, a part you tried to crush and kill and bury, claws its way out. You sit at the edge of the bed and rub his arm.

“It’s okay. I loved you, too.”

Loved. What a wretched thing past tense is. He wants to scream.

“No!” he cries, the sound weak and cracked. “I can’t…I can’t do anything but this, but love you. You’re the only one. And I ruined it.”

He makes no move towards you, curling into himself instead, sucking everything in until you’re captured by it, too. Your hands cradle his face, and let the tears spill over your fingers.

“I’m sorry I called you.”

The sobs have started to quiet, his breathing becoming less labored. He’s shaking less, now, with your skin on his.

“It’s okay.”

Your fingertips travel along his jaw, and you try to ignore how beautiful he looks with tears catching under the moonlight, how the comforter is stained darker beneath his cheeks. You try to ignore the way this hurts worse than any wound could, that you would have rather be killed for loving him than suffer through losing him. You try to ignore the way your heartbeat slows with your skin on his.

Through parted lips, his sleep-laden sighs fall steadier. His forehead is warm beneath your lips.

His protection is a funny thing, you’ve grown to realize. Maybe it’s his upbringing, or his job or his role or something else that has infiltrated and woven its way into his mind, but he seems to get it all twisted up, entangled in the ropes of it. How funny, to protect someone by alienating them; how funny, to make them watch as you destroy yourself.

But you don’t mind. Not really, not when you get to brush damp strands of hair from his neck, when you get to pull the blankets up to his shoulders and watch the soft sheets tickle his skin.

You don’t mind that you’ll always have a space in your heart with his absence carved out of it, that you’ll always leave your keys on the bedside table, that you’ll always come back, even if you’re crawling, your hands and knees will carry you to him. You have to protect him too, after all.

Softly, you whisper, “I’ll always answer your calls.”

[vroomvro0mferrari]

LN4 | Dutch Courage

Summary: When Max Verstappen invites Lando to celebrate King’s Day with him, he can hardly refuse. Especially when it’s a great opportunity to spend time with the Dutch man’s sister.

Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader

WC: 2.9K

Warnings: Alcohol (over)consumption, curse words

Masterlist

The first time Lando really came in contact with the Dutch culture was during his first Dutch Grand Prix. The atmosphere of the race, the enthusiasm of the people, and the taste of stroopwafels immediately made him like the Netherlands. When Max introduced him to more Dutch traditions and told him about the extreme celebrations of the King’s birthday, he couldn’t believe it. His experiences with the Queen’s birthday were completely different, much more sophisticated and ceremonial than the Dutch celebrations. You could say he was gobsmacked when he saw the videos; people dressed all in orange, filling the streets and canals, drunkenly partying like it was a festival. When Max extended an invitation to join him next April, Lando accepted straight away, eager to experience the unique tradition.

And so, next April 27th, Lando found himself in Amsterdam. He was passing tons of people stalling out their stuff on blankets, sitting on folding chairs by their improvised shops. They were all dressed in orange, of course. Lando, himself, had also adhered to the dress code. Sporting his orange hoodie, he’s ready to party all day long.

Lando made his way through the city, Google maps opened on his phone as he navigated the streets of Amsterdam. Luckily, Max’s apartment building was easy to find. Lando rang the doorbell, grinning when he spotted his Dutch friend. Lando could already hear the noise coming from the apartment while he greeted Max, the sound of music and singing passing through the walls.

“Hey man, what’s up?” He asked.

“Nothing much. What about you?” Max responded while welcoming Lando into his second home, leading him into the hallway.

Lando was about to answer his question, but the unexpected sight in the living room disrupted his train of thought. A confused frown etched itself onto his face, and he asked, “Why are there so many girls in your house? Don’t you have a girlfriend already?”

Max laughed at the question, “Oh yeah, they're my sister’s friends,” he responded nonchalantly as if they weren’t appropriating his apartment.

“You sister’s friends? Why are they taking over your place?”

“They’re getting ready to go out in a bit. Since I live closer to the centre than Y/N, they’re leaving from here. I told them to stay the night too, I don’t want Y/N and her friends to travel home in the middle of the night when they’re all drunk.”

Lando nodded as he observed the herd of girls getting ready. It was a mess – even compared to how his sisters got ready. They were doing lots of things at the same time: passing the phone around to pick music, singing along to whatever Dutch song was playing, taking pictures, talking, doing their makeup, fixing their hair, picking out accessories and putting flags on their faces; it was complete chaos, but they didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ll get you some water, mate,” Max said before walking to the kitchen, leaving Lando alone with the women. 

It took a while for Y/N to spot Lando, but when she did, she came over right away. “Lando! How are you? I haven’t seen you in such a long time!” She said excitedly as she pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m good. It’s your fault we haven’t seen each other in so long, you never come to races anymore,” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. Life’s been busy. So, I hear today’s your first King’s Day, are you excited?”

Lando chuckled, “Ah, yes it is. Of course, I’m excited. I’ve been told it’s quite the experience!”

“It certainly is. I would’ve expected you to wear more orange though, isn’t it your team’s colour?” She questioned him teasingly.

“Is my hoodie not enough?” He asked, looking down at his outfit.

“Oh Lando, you know it’s not! Didn’t Max show you the videos? Come, I’ll put some flags on your face,” she said as she pulled him into the group of girls. 

They all greeted him enthusiastically as Y/N searched through the pile of orange and red-white-and-blue-coloured accessories, looking for something that would fit Lando. She pulled out a ribbon of the Dutch flag and grinned widely. Lando stood still as Y/N wrapped the ribbon around his head like a headband and tied it with a bow. “Very coquette, I’m sure your lady fans will love it,” she murmured and grabbed his jaw to turn his face to the side. A look of focus overtook her features as she gently applied the face paint to Lando’s cheeks. 

Lando was caught off guard at the situation he found himself in. He had barely stepped foot in the apartment and he was already being pulled in all kinds of directions as the whirlwind of women fussed over him, dressing him up for their sacred holiday. He caught Max’s eyes over Y/N’s shoulder, silently pleading for rescue, but Max merely laughed at the situation in which Lando had trapped himself, not offering any assistance. Instead, he stood by and watched with amusement as Y/N picked out things for Lando to wear and offered him an orange poncho for the rain that would probably come later today. Lando had no choice but to go along with it, accepting everything as it came. It was only a small effort for him, and it seemed to make her happy.

Y/N only let Lando go once she was satisfied with his outfit. He quickly rushed to Max, who offered him a glass of water with a big grin on his face, “She got you, eh?”

“Apparently, my orange hoodie was not enough,” he responded.

Max pat him on the back, “Don’t worry, I was a victim earlier,” he replied, pointing to his cheeks covered with face paint.

Not much later, the girls finally settled down. They were nearly ready to leave, the only thing they needed before heading off was a decent meal. If they were going to get wasted, they should at least have a good base. Y/N and her friends had organised a feast that could feed everyone and then some, with food left to spare. After the generous lunch was consumed, the women had some drinks to get a headstart before they packed their purses, making sure they had all the essentials covered. They divided the tiny bottles of alcohol they had bought in advance, and Lando watched in shock and disbelief as every girl shoved at least two tiny bottles down their bra. Meanwhile, Max seemed entirely unimpressed – as neutral as one could be.

Y/N and her friends had gotten tickets to Kingsland and the alcohol there was way too expensive to get drunk. If they needed to sneak in some alcohol to get properly pissed, that was a problem easily solved. The girls said goodbye and headed out the door, leaving silence in their wake.

The men didn’t leave that much later and headed over to the boat where they would meet Martijn, aka, Martin Garrix, with whom Max and Lando were both good friends. They would spend their time partying on the boat, getting just as drunk as Y/N and her friends before joining Martijn for his performance at Kingsland, where they’d meet up with the girls.

It was hours, and a shit ton of drinks, later when Max called Y/N to let her know they arrived at the festival grounds. In the meantime, a lot had happened: Y/N’s group of friends had gained at least three more people, Lando had cut his nose open on a glass bottle, and Max, somehow, managed to fall off the boat.

Y/N was dancing with her group of friends, going crazy for the songs the DJ was playing when she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders. She turned around immediately, surprised at the presence of a new person and ready to defend herself against whoever decided to touch her. That is, until she noticed the person behind her was Lando. As soon as she recognised the man, she, very drunkenly, jumped onto him. Y/N claimed she hadn’t seen him in so long as she put her entire body weight on the man who, unsuspecting of the move and unstable from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, nearly fell over. Y/N giggled innocently at the interaction, holding Lando’s arms tightly to prevent their fall. She looked up at his face while she did so, noticing the bandage on his nose.

“What did you do?” She slurred, frowning concernedly while running a hand along his face. That wasn’t a good choice; she lost her balance as soon as her hand left Lando’s arm. Lando, his own state not much better, grabbed her waist, trying to stop her wobbling.

“Got hit in the face with a broken beer bottle,” he replied with a grin and Y/N giggled at the image forming in her mind. 

“That’s so stupid. Did it hurt?” she asked.

Lando laughed loudly, “No, I’m too drunk to feel anything.”

Even though the comment wasn't that funny, Y/N couldn’t help but laugh along, nearly toppling over.

The group, now including Max and Lando, stood in the crowd, dancing to the music playing as it became busier in anticipation of Martin Garrix’s performance. The field they were standing in became more crowded by the second, pressing them closer to each other. There was barely any space left to move, packed like sardines in a can. When there were people who tried to pass, Y/N’s back was pressed tightly against Lando. So tightly that she could feel the warmth radiating off his body and his breath hitting her neck; so tightly that it made Max send Lando a warning glare. But it didn’t matter when everyone was drunk and there were too many people between them for Max to do anything other than stare angrily.

When Martijn began his set everyone cheered and moved along to the music. In Y/N’s current position, she was nearly grinding against Lando, but he didn’t seem to mind, holding her close with one hand while the other held his drink in the air. Nevertheless, she turned around, wanting to avoid conflict between her brother and Lando, and any pictures and rumours that would most likely arise when people spotted the world-famous Formula 1 drivers. That didn’t mean she’d avoid his touch, though; throwing her arms over his shoulders while he held her waist, they kept dancing together.

Martijn’s set ended way sooner than they would’ve liked it to, and it was only a while longer before the group left Kingsland for his penthouse. After all, when you’re invited to Martin Garrix’s after-party by the man himself, you cannot refuse. 

Somehow, they managed to get to his penthouse safely, where they kept the party going until at least midnight. Most of the people Martijn invited left after the fireworks, leaving a smaller group of people occupying the rooftop. After standing, dancing and jumping all day and night, the group finally found somewhere to sit for a while – just to let their legs rest. But, as luck would have it, there weren’t enough seats, because when are there ever? Before Y/N could even suggest she’d stand, Lando, in his drunken stupor, had already pulled her down to sit on his lap.

He smiled triumphantly as she sat, “You looked tired,” is all he said to justify it.

Despite her surprise, Y/N welcomed the closeness and leaned into Lando, resting her body against his while she sipped her Aperol and joined the ongoing discussion. It was the perfect way to end her night – surrounded by her friends, joking around and enjoying her drink. She enjoyed the drunken conversation, giggling whenever Lando would whisper a funny remark in her ear about whatever stupid comment someone just uttered. His commentary was so distracting that she didn’t even notice when he put his hand on her thigh and tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her closer.

Max, however, did notice. He had been keeping an eye on Lando since their interaction at Kingsland when Y/N was basically grinding on Lando. Knowing a warning glare didn’t do much last time, Max was ready to do just about anything to make his objections clear if Lando decided to take things too far in his presence. Especially when he saw Lando’s hand moving higher up Y/N’s leg while she solely giggled in his arms. It’s an understatement to say the alcohol made Lando bolder – he felt fucking fearless as he kept his gaze locked on Y/N, not removing his eyes for even a second, not until a loud voice interrupts the conversation, at least.

“Hey, mate, let’s keep it PG, yeah?” The tone of Max’s voice made the words sound a lot less casual and jovial than they usually would and Y/N’s cheeks flared up when she noticed he was referring to her and Lando. Lando’s hands shot up, as if Y/N’s warm skin burned his hands, lifting them in a gesture of surrender.

“Sorry man, didn’t even notice it,” he replied.

Max glowered at him, showing he was not messing around before returning to his conversation.

When Max’s attention shifted away from them, Lando tentatively placed his hand back. The alcohol running through his veins made him ballsy and fearless as he continued to make comments in Y/N’s ear. This time, she noticed his moving hand, a blush rising to her cheeks in anticipation of Max’s reaction. But he wasn’t paying attention to the two of them, not until he heard his sister laughing boisterously. Startled at the sound, his eyes darted over to the pair, widening in disbelief when he spotted Lando’s wandering hand edging closer to the hem of your skirt once again. Max’s instincts immediately kicked in at the sight – the audacity of this man.

“That’s enough, Norris. Hands off,” he commanded, his tone firm.

Lando’s confidence faltered under Max’s scrutinising gaze, and he removed his hand immediately. “Sorry, man,” he said, blushing at the attention. Max, too, had been drinking all day, and Lando didn’t want to risk another injury; the cut on his nose was enough for today.

Lando’s sudden change in behaviour was obvious to Y/N; his uncertainty and reluctance to touch her were palpable. In an attempt to reassure him, she leaned her head against his shoulder, cuddling into him while she kept the conversation going. She made eye contact with her brother, whose unrelenting glare softened at her comfort. All he wanted to do was to protect Y/N, but it now felt unnecessary as she seemed entirely at ease with Lando.

At some point during the night, Y/N took the initiative and grabbed Lando’s hand, placing it on her thigh. Lando was apprehensive at the gesture, looking over at Max to see his reaction, but he was focused on his sister. He watched her play with Lando’s hand, fiddling with his fingers and giggling into the crook of his neck. Max shifted his eyes to Lando, nodding at him before returning to his conversation – a sign of approval. If his sister was okay with it, initiating and encouraging it even, then he would accept it.

They stayed in the same position until people started to leave. When Y/N’s friends mentioned heading home, Max suggested everyone should go back, not wanting the girls to walk home alone while they were wasted. It took little convincing to get everyone into the elevator and out to the street to start the short journey (although much longer when drunk) back to his apartment. 

Lando and Y/N were walking next to each other, rounding up the group while Max was busy herding Y/N’s friends through the city. They were leaning on each other as they stumbled through the streets, laughing at Max who was frantically chasing the girls to make sure they took the right turns.

When they finally got back to Max’s apartment, the chaos of the night followed them inside as Max helped everyone to their beds. He had basically adopted Y/N’s friends as his sisters by now, fussing over them throughout the night. Occupied with the girls, Max doesn’t notice Lando following his sister into her bedroom. He sprawled himself out on the bed, barely kicking off his shoes, while Y/N got herself ready to sleep. 

She stumbled over to the bed while Lando watched her, both of them giggling as she nearly tripped over the shoes scattered around the floor. She curled up next to him on the bed, her body fitting perfectly against his. As they drifted to sleep, their whispers slowly faded into silence until the only sounds that remained were the soft snores from the cuddled-up couple, and the quiet stomps of Max trying to catch Y/N's giggling friends.

[contentfiend]

“Anywhere” by Medina

Pairing: Aaron Piere x Y/N

Warning(s): 18+Content, Smut, Profanity (Name Calling), BDSM (Some Tying Up),Spanking, Slight Breeding Kink

Summary: It’s been months since he’s seen your face in person. Between all of the press runs, being a family man traveling back home to London, & new potential acting opportunities. Aaron is pretty much over all the texts & FaceTimes. He has so much pressure pinned up, he’s liable to devour you onsite 😏

Word Count: 5k+

“Mr. Pierre, we have about 2 more stops today and then a quick dinner with your agent to go over a few new potential contracts.”

“Thank you Bryan! I appreciate the update”

“Oh and you also have a FaceTime scheduled with your Mum & also Miss (Y/N)”

Mmmm, just hearing your name made his heart grow a size & his lush thick member plump up a little.

You & Aaron have been a thing for about 8 months now. Ever since you two crossed paths while you were assisting your stylist cousin the day he was on the Jennifer Hudson Show. Right before he was slated to walk out, you were in the background recording and in awe of how beautiful and well put together he is. Did you also mention the man has moves? Lol

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

“Aaron Pierre… that’s Mufasa!”

Such a cutie and that smile was so contagious. You teased him for weeks chanting that song, but he didn’t mind, because he always loved the sound of your voice saying his name.

“I love when you sing my full name. Hope you keep that same energy with your legs wrapped around me”

Mmmm you couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip and place your tongue at the roof of your mouth to suppress a moan from escaping your lips. It was getting to you two about reuniting again. With your busy entrepreneur schedule of running 2 businesses, while preparing to open a 2nd location & him being the hottest newest actor on the scene; there was literally no time. You did adore him for trying to make up for it as much as he could.

Aaron quickly took time out to FaceTime his Mum first of course. He wanted to make sure he had plenty of time to talk to you also.

“Stone sweetheart, I know it is late where you are but are you taking care of yourself? All of this moving around. I know when you are tired”

”I am a bit knackered Mum, but I’ll manage. “I am enjoying the love thus far”

”Okay, sweetheart. You know I would be on the first plane to the states if need be.”

”I know Mum. How is the old man?”

“He’s alright of course. Not much of a fuss. Your brother and sister are working as usual. I’m so proud of you, Stone. I couldn’t be more proud than I already was.”

Aaron can see the tears and cry held back through the screen

”Aww Mum, don’t cry. I know you enjoy seeing me happy and thriving. I’m your favorite, why wouldn’t you be.” He throws a wink and laughs to the camera

”Oh hush she laughs. Speaking of happy and thriving. Where is your Miss y/n?”

Like it was right on queue, your FaceTime and photo popped up on the screen. Aaron had to bite his bottom lip to keep his smile from growing any wider on his face.

“Well, I think there goes my answer. lol”

”Stop it. I love you and I will talk to you later when it’s not so early.”

”Mmhmm. Love you too!”

He ended the call with his Mum and quickly answered yours before you had any time to hang up.

”Well…Hello Mr. Pierre, I thought you were ignoring me.”

”Never love. I was on a call with my Mum. You called just in time. She was just speaking of you.”

”Hmm, I know she told you how perfect I am for you and how much she loves me. lol”

”She was getting there before my little Miss Perfect FaceTimed me. It was like you heard your name or something.” His big bright smile illuminated the screen.

You and Aaron haven’t officially said the “I love you” sentence yet, but if you could fall in love from just his smile alone, you would scream it into the phone.

”Yea, I got great timing like that! lol”

A comfortable silence fell upon you both as you just admired each other a bit through your screens

”Speaking of great timing - Are you ready to see me?” Because I for damn sure need you”

He then begins to prop up his phone and fold those thick toned arms over his chest. How did I not notice before he has his chain dangling outside of his shirt the way you like it.

A slight chuckle leaving your lips “When you say need…how bad is this need?”

He looks over his shoulder to make sure no one could hear or see what he was planning to say or do. Then proceeds to lean closer to the phone.

”That’s what we’re doing?

You acting innocent?

I see you want to be dominated. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you anyway. I can only show you.”

In that moment, he leaned back in his chair, and you could see the imprint of his thick, brick hard monster pressed against his thigh. He slowly began to stroke it and close his eyes and slightly part his lips. Head leaned back, he slowly looked down at the screen and proceeded to tilt his head slightly with those piercing eyes looking like a lion ready to pounce.

From his view, all he could see was that dumb struck look on your face, head slightly tilted to your right. Almost as if you were focused on etching the site before you in memory. Lips slightly parted. You were in a trance. Imagining everything at each minute what you planned on doing to that beast the moment you see him.

”y/n…y/n darling.” He laughs lightly.

Voice in that deep octave like he just woke up.

“You got my favorite look on your face. That’s the same look you have when I go real deep, real slow. Then I pullout even slower and you splash everywhere on me.”

You snap out of your thoughts due to the words you just heard. Feeling like you may have already wet your panties for the day, you then immediately ask…

“What time is the plane scheduled for me again?”

You both go into a quick fit of laughter at how intense the moment had gotten.

In that small cute voice that he also loves,

“Daddy, can you do me a favor?”

“Always anything for you princess.”

“Can you please let me see it? “It’s been months and I don’t think I remember what it looks like”

You had the cutest look on your face with an even cuter pout on your lips that he would love to rub his tip on and gloss your lips with his precum. Fuuuck! This woman.

”So cute lol I’ll give you just a little preview”

As he stood up, he made sure he did it painfully slow to where you were damn near panting at the screen. Slowly pulling down the band to his grey sweats, he pulled his boxers down with it. Freshly shaven and fully erect, his dick popped out like you winded up a jack in the box and the prize was specifically crafted for you. He grabbed it up and started to moan in the screen and you almost lost it. Like a little puppy in heat, you moved closer to the phone and began to pull your shirt above your ample breast and massage them into the screen so he had a good view.

“Damn y/n. I wasn’t expecting to be doing all of this right now. You make me crazy for you.”

”I know Daddy. I can’t wait to see you later so I can slurp that dick up into these thick lips. I wanna spit on it so bad. My baby has been stressed I know it. I’m your stress reliever. Take it all out on me.”

He takes a beat to think if he wants to take this further.

”Fuuck! I gotta go. You about to make me nut all on this screen”

”It won’t be long Daddy. I’ll see you soon”

y/n blew a wet kiss to the screen with her titties still in hand.

Aaron hurries to take a screen capture.

You just giggle and end the FaceTime. Now you need to get your life together before you spend the weekend with Aaron. Not a single bag has been packed and there is makeup and clothes spread everywhere. What to wear when she sees him is the real question. Something with easy access for sure. A quickie or any type of touch from her man would suffice.

After ending the call, Aaron quickly takes a picture and sends it over to you with the text…

“Look what you got me walking around with…”

you respond “stiff enough for me to sit on…perfect!”

Aaron sends back the face palm emoji 🤦🏽‍♂️.

Enough playing, he has to get himself together for a somewhat busy day of press. He straightens himself up and washes his hands before he heads back to choose an outfit for the day.

Backstage Dressing Room:

You arrived about 30 mins early to the airport. Aaron had a driver ready to bring you straight to his interview that way you could leave together directly after. 1 hour and a half minute flight wasn’t too bad.

You made sure your outfit was professional, yet sexy enough to get your babes attention. Y/N let Aaron know she was almost at his location. Sneaking into the back room, he was nowhere in site. Perfect! You wanted to really see the surprised look on his face. You refreshed your perfume, re-applied gloss, & popped some gum in your mouth. Right as you were smoothing your outfit out & giving your look a once over; he walks in. Smile big and bright and eyes roaming all over you, Aaron lifts you off of your feet into a big embrace. Nose in your neck breathing in deeply, he releases a long drawn out low grunt.

”Mr. Pierre you have about 15 mins before you go on” the show producer quickly steps in and out without missing a beat.

After a quick head nod, Aaron turns his attention back to you and starts to speak.

“Now back to you. Why did you show up looking this damn sexy knowing I can’t put my hands on you yet.”

y/n laughs in the cutest little voice. Aaron moves closer to her. Pulling her near the side where the bathroom is out of sight.

“Uhh uh, you just said you can’t put your hands on me right now!”

“Who said I was using them?”

He moves slowly closing in on her personal space. He starts at her forehead, placing soft kisses from his lush soft lips. Down to her nose with a small peck. Aaron gets to your lips and you slightly part them waiting for some type of wet collision. You both stand there breathing heavily inviting each other’s small pants. Aaron bypasses your lips after what seemed to be an eternity teasing a kiss. Now on your neck, he continues his assault on your senses. Tongue full on snaking its way from left to right with the skill of showing how well he can work his mouth.

“Damn you smell amazing. You got my dick so hard right now. Good enough to devour you where you stand.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head. You moan “oooh shit Aaron” as he proceeds to roll his wet tongue down your throat.

You look down to capture the view of this 6 '3 tower of a man kneeling down to your 5' 5 height just to get a taste of you in any way possible. He knows you all too well when your eyes meet as if you’re trapped in the sea of those heavenly blue, green, or is it grey eyes. It doesn’t matter at the moment because this man was doing all types of hypnosis to you. All of this without even using his hands as stated. Right as he was moving his way down to your heaving chest continuing to wet his path and the cool air sending chills up your spine…

“Mr. Pierre, Mr. Pierre, it’s almost time, are you ready?”

If looks could kill, this man would definitely be the suspect. The look of pure lust and want he displayed as he looked at you and quickly, but somewhat slowly showed himself from around the corner to his assistant.

“Yes Bryan, I’m ready”

Bryan had a somewhat questionable look on his face as he led Aaron out to the stage area. Still there up against the wall, still in the moment as if waiting for his return. Needing some form of release. You contemplate whether you should finish the job at hand. Like clockwork, this man.

You receive a message on your phone

“You better not finish without me!”

Uggghh how did he knowww!!!” He already knows it’s been 2 whole months I haven’t had his touch, his tongue, or his dick and he leaves me hot and horny. Hmph! you shout as the brat you are. A small smirk creeps on your face. You decide to send him a visual of what he’s started.

Feeling the vibration of his phone as the makeup artist ensures there isn’t an ounce of shine on your face, you look at your Lock Screen to see a message from y/n.

“I know she is cursing me out lol” a big smile splayed across his face.

Aaron gets through the first portion of the interview and as the commercial break comes about, he decides to check the text that y/n decided to send at the start of the interview.

Bad idea.

There with her legs spread, panties to the side, and sticky dripping fingers still up against the wall.

“But Daddy, I need it!”

The heat that slowly transcended from his chest to his lap was immense. He quickly felt his member fatten the longer he peered at the photo. He felt like he was going to combust. Thank God he was wearing black today or his erection would be too noticeable. Also gratefully he was seated in a huge chair where he had space to let his legs separate a bit because his pants are painfully uncomfortable. Interview over, Aaron said his thank you’s, posed for pictures with some fans in the audience, and photos with the host for Socials of course. He wasted no time hurriedly getting back to the backstage back room to find y/n.

Sprinter Van:

You felt like your legs were about to be snatched from under you with how fast you walked to catch up with Aaron.

“Baby, please slow down. I have on heels.”

All you got was a menacing glance over his big broad shoulders.

You felt a knot in your throat.

“I am in serious trouble”

Aaron opens the door to the back of the building to let you out and then opens the door to his sprinter van for you to step inside. You sit near the window and watch as his tall stature makes it’s way inside. His shadow sending even more chills down your spine. Turning you on more than that session in the backstage back room. Not a word was spoken as he silently looked at you from head to toe. Unblinking looks and nostrils flaring.

“Daddy, I’m sorry!” I didn’t mean to tease you like that. I just missed you so much and you know how I get when you press my buttons like that. Can you forgive me, please?”

“I’m not mad, my little brat. You like this shit. I’m just observing you. I like to watch you squirm.”

The driver then knocks on the partition to let us know security will be on watch while he has to step inside the building to relieve himself to the bathroom before we head to the hotel. He also instructed us that Aaron’s manager needed to provide him with the updated itinerary since he will be the weekend driver. As soon as the driver closes up the partition, Aaron struts his way over to your seat and proceeds to continue where he last left off. Dragging that same thick tongue down your throat to the top of your breast. He proceeds to take both of his large hands and place them on each one.

Squeezing, massaging, and pinching the nipples through your shirt. Seeing as you didn’t wear a bra with your attire, the sensation was an instant feeling that blasted you back into the state of mind you had on that wall once more.

“You enjoy having my dick as rock hard as possible while everybody watched me fight to contain my composure? That shit gets your pussy wet or are you only that bratty and bold through text? You ain’t got nothing to say now, huh?”

“Daddy…I *moans*

He was now unbuttoning your shirt so he can get better access. Just enough for your titties to sit outside of the shirt. All you could do was stare as he twirled his tongue around each nipple leaving a spit trail on each one.

“You got me salivating at how much I want you.”

Biting each nipple gently and pulling them to then suck them back up.

“Goddamn!” “You about to make me cum from nipple play. Daddy please fuck me already. I can’t take this torture”

“Nah, I want to take my time. I deserve this. “It’s been months. I’m about to savor this.”

You could’ve sworn at that moment you created a whole brand new lake between your legs that was just newly named after you. While hovering over you, Aaron proceeded to pull the lever on the side of your large recliner style chair slightly enough to get a glimpse of your red lace thong with the large circumference of a wet spot in the middle. All the times he has been mistaken for a lion, you would believe every theory from the low but boastful grunt that proceeded to travel through his body & up his throat.

“Mmm pussy phat asf. I can’t wait to slide my dick between them lips. Creamy ass pussy too. Damn near feel like I’m hitting a geyser when you get to squirting me.”

“Can you please stop talking…please” A little sprinkle of y/n’s wetness seeping through to the seats this time.

He catches you by the neck with those extremely large appendages & squeezes lightly while staring you down.

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t like when Daddy plays back? Sending me pictures of this phat pussy while I’m working, but I can’t even get you worked up without some back talk? I got something for that”

He then proceeds to keep his hand on your neck as he gets down on his knees. Grabbing at your soaked panties, he rips them off to receive a gasp borderline moan from you. He smirks while then placing both hands under your ass cheeks to angle you up higher so he can really feast.

“Pussy smells amazing.”

Licking your inner thighs on each leg, kissing your knees in the most sensual & caring way, and making his way back down to the main attraction. He places small but intentional kisses on your mound and slightly blows cool air on your clit.

Aaron has this technique where he can blow cool & hot air while lapping at the sweet spot that makes you go stupid. Darting his tongue around, licking, suckling, and enjoying even more of the mess he was creating between your legs. If it wasn’t already for the stars that sprinkled the roof of the van, you could’ve sworn he took you beyond the stars & light years into another galaxy.

“Oh my God, yesss. Eat me up Daddy. Right there. Stay right there.”

He then added his middle finger to the mix. Fingers so long and fat it felt like 2. Rubbing gently against your spot while also massaging your opening with his knuckles.

A Man of Many Talents.

Right at your wits end & on the brink of creating a tsunami in your seat, you notice the driver walking back.

“Mmmfuck the driver’s coming back.”

“So, I’m not done eating yet.”

“But Daddy, he's going to hear me. I’m going to be super loud.”

Your plea falling on deaf ears at the moment while Aaron continues the task at hand, you feel that feeling of flutters & pressure building.

“Baby, he’s coming. He’s almost at the door… ahhh shit I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Mouth agape.

The driver door opens & immediately closes. You can see the driver standing outside the door as if waiting for a cue that it's okay to enter again. At that same moment, you begin to cream & spray that seat like a fresh coconut had been cracked open. Trying to catch your breath, Aaron moves to his seat smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Licking his fingers & lips to savor your essence from all over his face.

Watching you breathless and sated was really doing things to that now extra uncomfortable bulge in his pants. He was still hungry and he definitely had his prey marked. He gently taps on the van's window near his seat to notify the driver he can enter. Sure enough, you see the driver enter again, but stay inside & crank up the vehicle. Thankfully Aaron had other shirts on the van because you soaked him to the point of seeing his ab outline from the shirt clinging to his body. The teasing this man was doing was making you delirious. You couldn’t get to the hotel fast enough.

Elevator:

Finally making it to the hotel, Aaron checks you both in & remembers he has that dinner with his agent. With a roll of your eyes, it’s almost as if you were never going to get your man alone and get your lick back the stunt he pulled in the van.

You both step into the elevator after security makes sure no one else is on it. Aaron signals for them to take the next ride up. The other half of the security team took the first ride up alone to make sure everything is clear before you step out. You both step on heading up to the penthouse suite. Knowing this, you also know that there is a lot of time to do some very naughty things. Aaron steps on first and stands in the corner near the elevator buttons and you step in, right in front to press for the suite since he always lets you press the button.

Soon as the doors close, he pulls you close with your back to him. He leans over you to squeeze your thigh and to snake his hand up your leg. Aaron then takes a moment to lick his fingers and place them right on your clit. He circles around your clit and you throw your head back to release a moan so drawn out. You knew it’s been buried deep for a while. A slow hiss leaves your lips shortly after. It felt like he was working overtime to make you cum before you made it to your floor.

*ding* 7th Floor.

He flips you around to face him as a woman with her dog steps onto the elevator. Aaron, the gentleman that he is, he at least speaks to the woman. You on the other hand, still had Aaron’s hand suction to your pussy like it was an attachment. Taking this moment to dominate him, you take a step back just to remove yourself from his hold. You turn to speak to the woman so you can turn your back to him.

“Hi, such a cute and trained dog!”

”Thank you dear. He is like my baby. I take him everywhere with me!”

”Aww, I’ve wanted this exact dog babe. Maybe for my Birthday this year?”

As you skillfully speak to the woman, you snake your hand around and on Aaron’s dick well enough to unzip his pants. With better access, you can now massage his shaft and squeeze his tip which you know drives him to insanity.

*perks of being so short to his tall stature*

His arms over your chest now and his head turned towards the wall. You could feel him squeeze down hard on your arm and shoulder letting you know he’s struggling not to cum. You continue the assault for payback as you still are able to carry on a conversation with the older woman. Aaron then begins to move closer to your ear.

”I’m going to cum so hard. You better stop before we really give this lady a show”

Giving him a little relief, but not much, you slow down but don’t halt your movements.

”Fuck y/n. I’m going to punish you so good for this. I’m going to bury my dick so deep in you. I don’t wanna hear you can’t take it either.”

*ding* 14th Floor.

The older lady begins to step off to head to some sort of outside patio area.

”You two love birds have a great night. I was young once myself.” She leans in and whispers to you “Don’t hurt him too bad!” With a quick little wink as she steps off with her dog. You begin to snicker at the lady knowing.

“That old lady was a lil freak. I should’ve just did what I needed to do!”

You shout ”Eww Aaron no!” As you both go into a fit of laughter.

He says in your ear “I meant what I said too” licking your earlobe and biting it.

*ding* What felt like an eternity we were finally in the suite

It was beautiful. Very nice furniture. Huge layout. Nice size bed and a huge tub you planned on relaxing in at some point.

“Okay babe. I wanted to make sure you got to the room safely. I still have this dinner with my agent. I promise it shouldn’t take too long. Want anything while I’m down there?”

“No baby. I’m ready hop in the shower and relax a little.”

“You better not fall asleep because I don’t mind waking you up.” He laughs

“Boy get out of here. I’ll be ready for you when you get back.”

Placing a soft longing kiss to his lips, you both moan at the unfinished business you two need to resolve. Aaron reluctantly pulls away and heads toward the elevator to make a swift return.

Bedroom:

You step out of the shower with the music still blasting. Soaking wet, you reach for one of the plush hotel towels to help assist in soaking up the beads of water pouring from your skin. Dry enough with still a sheen of mist to your body, you put on one of the soft cotton robes. Looking around for your vanilla scented body bronzer Aaron loves the smell of. Stepping out of the bathroom and near your luggage, you bend over to unzip your bag. You see the bronzer body oil and then decide you need your matching scented moisturizer to really drive him insane. Spraying some brown sugar scented gourmand parfum on your ankles, you still can’t find the moisturizer.

“How did I pack these 2 and not the most important one? Knowing my skin needs it” you chuckle slightly to yourself.

You take your arms out of the sleeves, resting the robe on your shoulders in order to apply the oil. Unaware that the man of the hour has quietly made his way back to the suite, you go to check your backpack purse. As soon as you bend over again to check for the moisturizer and find it, your robe falls perfectly around your feet. Aaron slowly walks into the room and is greeted with a sight that has him dumbfounded. You hear movement and quickly stand up out of being startled.

“Shit! Babe you scared me. I still have my music turned up and I didn’t…”

“Uhh uhh. I need you right back where you were. That amazing view I walked in on is exactly how I should be greeted into the room. Pussy looked delicious and that phat ass in the air like that.”

Loving how turned on he is, you turn back around purposely hinging slowly at the waist. Spreading your feet apart a little more, you jiggle your ass while placing your hands on your ankles.

“y/n, you ready for me baby? Because once I’m in there I’m not stopping. You looking too good and I need to stay inside you until I’m finished”

“Yes Daddy, please hurry up and fuck me”

The room definitely got even hotter than what that shower made it. Your playlist of sexy r&b songs made for the perfect tracklist to how loud you were about to get. Aaron was relentless and anytime away from that dick,it always felt like the first time.

Aaron begins to kneel down behind you. “No moving or running you hear me? Let Daddy make his princess feel amazing”

“Yes Daddy” you said as a moan

Aaron chuckles at your eagerness

You can feel him doing something near your feet. He was grabbing up your robe and removing the cotton belt.

“I’m going to place this around your wrist. Soft enough to tie it as tight as I need it.”

Eyes rolling back and pussy clenching at the thought of him holding on like the reins of a horse. He was about to do you in something serious.

Suddenly feeling cool air and wetness, Aaron had flattened his tongue and was licking from your clit to damn near your asshole. Moaning like crazy and trying your best to not sway back and forth so he can tongue fuck you. Him knowing you oh so well, he makes his tongue stiff licking his thumb. He places his thumb on your clit as he begins to use that same tongue to move in and out of your folds. You couldn’t resist the urge, so you began to rock back and forth anyway.

“Aht aht, I told you no moving. You gone be a bad lil slut or a good one” Aaron spoke in that deep vibrato that made your knees buckle.

Pulling you up by your hair. You lean back against him to catch your footing. Aaron immediately attacks your neck while walking you over to the bed. Pushing you down with enough force, but still gentle, he continues to speak

“You been kind of bratty today. You must want me to spank you too love?”

“No Daddy. I just really miss your dick that’s all”

“I told you I would take my time because I miss you too. If that’s not okay with you, I’ll give you what you want”

Without notice, Aaron then swiftly lined himself up with your opening and took the slowest stroke into you. Filling you up until the base met with your ass cheeks. You lift your head while rolling your eyes back.

“Babyyy…fuuuuckkk”

He pulled out slowly and entered just as slow again to warm you up to his length. Picking up the pace and holding on to the cotton belt with both hands now. He was definitely showing he was a skilled equestrian. Rhythmic strokes and smacking your ass without missing a beat. Rolling his hips from left, right, and in the middle, he was definitely showing out.

Feeling like you were high. You can’t even grasp the moment really. Confused. Euphoric. Lethargic and downright spent, this session was for sure as hell worth the wait.

“Ohhhh my God! Daddy, why are you fucking me like thissss?!”

He chuckles at your plea

“All of this good dick is here for you love. You gonna cum for Daddy? I need to feel this good wet tight pussy squeeze down on me. Can you do that for me princess?”

You were already halfway there before the pep talk. Aaron started to steady his strokes then he held his dick all the way in & pulled it out slowly again.

This time you couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Yesss Oh My God I’m cumming! I’m cumming”

“Mmmhmm wet Big Daddy up. Just like that. Ooooh she’s squeezing me. I don’t think she wants me to leave. You want me to keep stroking you like this? You love this dick don’t you? *Smack* Don’t you princess?

What the fuck is this man trying to do? It’s like he’s trying to ruin me. Make me what?! Fall in Lo… That’s it he’s trying to fuck me into submission to say that I love him. I gotta fight back a little bit. It ain’t gone be that easy.

“Mmmhmm Big Daddy I love this dick” you began to finally speak. Devious plot now clouding your mind. He was in for a surprise

“I know you love Big Daddy too” as he massaged your ass cheeks and steadied his pace

I knew he was up to something, but it didn't matter. He’s about to get an award worthy performance.

“Hmm I think you love me more. Why don’t you tell your princess you love her first?

Aaron laughs a deep voiced somewhat dark vibrato laugh in your ear

“Y/n, you not making demands right now. You always want your way. Let me have this one baby. You can’t win. You’re tied up.

Challenge Accepted!

Without notice you stand all the way up on your tippy toes as high as you can go (perks of wearing heels so much). Grabbing as much of your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, you began to move back and forth on that massive still hard dick.

Aaron takes in a small gasp of air as he plants his feet better to enjoy you.

Chest and chin to the bed, you were about to work him into overtime.

Panting. Some “oh shitttts. A couple of approving mmm hmms” He was bound to be singing I love you.

“Fuck baby! I know what you trying to do. Gahh damn she’s gripping me. Sheesh!” “Y/n just let Daddy have this one”

“Not a chance”

You place your right leg up on the bed. Bouncing on your left foot to make sure you were correctly in position and comfortable. You needed to be stable in order to throw all this ass back.

“Ohhhh shit! Keep working that pussy baby. I feel like I’m close. You about to make daddy buss right in you”

“Tell me you love this pussy baby”

“Fuckkk I love it!”

“What else do you love Big Daddy? Please tell me…doesn’t she deserve it?”

“She deserves anything she wants princess” Aaron moans

Thrusting at an increased pace, you feel the throbbing pulses. He was definitely close. Stilling your movements, you allow him to take over since you were for sure winning the war. Seconds later, Aaron came so hard you could feel him fill you up. Satisfied and Sated he speaks in a low tone..

“Mmm baby I love you so much. I been wanting to say that shit for a minute now”

Allowing the moment and the words to wash over you and consume you, you say in return…

“I love you too. Been loving you”

*Thank you for reading my first fic! It took me awhile to actually post this, but I’m glad I did. Definitely feel relief & a whole new respect for the amazing writers on here. Hope you enjoy ❤️*

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