#But not knowing how to say goodbye to it. Or if you can stop it.

[himasgod]

hey so how do you think Riddle, Leona, Lilia and epel would deal with having s/o like Yuu who is from another world, Isekai by truck-kun, and it is now, years passed, it is time for s/o to go back to their world. So how do these boys deal with their s/o just straight up being like “what? I’m staying. I’ve decided everyone here is stuck with me for better or for worse”? Later on s/o admits to their boyfriend that their boyfriend was one of the couple important reasons they decided to stay?

RIDDLE, EPEL, LEONA AND LILIA X READER

Where you decide to stay in Twisted Wonderland

Where, at the farewell celebration when Crowley discovers a way to return to your world, you suddenly say in front of everyone that you won't be going. How would the boys react if they were the main reason?

They told Riddle you’d be leaving at sunrise.

He’d known for months that this day would come—had prepared for it. In his planner, the date had been circled in red. Neat, perfect. Just like the part of his mind that insisted people must return to where they belong, to what’s “correct.”

And yet he hadn’t slept. Not the night before. Not the night before that either.

His stomach churned, his head throbbed, and no amount of tea could settle the curling in his chest.

You were supposed to walk through the portal.

But instead, you stood before the student body, facing Crowley’s farewell speech with arms folded.

“I’ve decided I’m staying, this is where I belong now.”

The silence was absolute. Riddle stopped breathing.

Crowley dropped his staff. Grim let out an shriek. Trey murmured something that sounded like oh no.

But Riddle? Riddle could only stare. Not at the portal. Just at you.

Later, when the crowd dispersed, you found him pacing near the roses. His gloves were off, his hair slightly tousled. He looked like someone trying very hard not to unravel.

“You…” he began, voice tight. “You didn’t leave.”

“That’s right.”

“You stayed.” His brows furrowed. “Voluntarily.”

“Yes.”

His hands clenched at his sides.

“Do you have any idea how irresponsible—how irrational—how utterly absurd that decision sounds?!”

“Maybe. But it’s mine to make.”

“You gave up your family. Your future. Everything you knew. For what? For this world?For magic? For—?”

“For you.”

He went dead silent. You exhaled gently.

“I made a list of reasons to stay. I weighed every option. I even wrote it out, like you would. And in every version… you kept showing up near the top.”

He blinked. Just once. But his breathing quickened.

“You changed me, I watched you grow. I grew because of you. And I didn’t want to build a future in some world where you weren’t in it.”

Riddle took a step back, as if stunned. Then another forward.

“You can’t say things like that. Not to me. Not when I—when I don’t know if I can be enough.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Riddle. I’m not staying because you’re flawless. I’m staying because I love you, flaws, rules, overblown temper and all.”

“…Then I’ll just have to live every day proving you made the right choice,” he murmured.

And in a moment that surprised even himself, Riddle leaned in and kissed you, clumsily, sweetly, trembling. The realest kiss you had ever seen.

The hills of the Harveston countryside had taught Epel a lot of things growing up—how to keep his chin up, how to make apple pie from scratch, and how to say goodbye with a brave face.

But watching you stand in front of the portal, all packed and ready to return to your original world... that wasn’t something he was ready for. Not after everything.

So when you turned around, and said, “Yeah, I’m not going,” he just about dropped his apple.

“...Huh?”

You shoved your hands in your pockets like you hadn’t just flipped fate the bird.

“I’m staying. Sorry yall are stuck with me.”

He stared. “You’re jokin’.”

“Nope.”

“But… your family. Your home. Don’t ya miss it?”

“Of course. But I’ve made something here too. I’ve got friends, a life, a new home. And you.”

His cheeks flared pink immediately.

“me?”

“Yeah. You, Epel. I stayed for a lot of reasons. But you were one of the biggest ones.”

He looked down, then quickly looked away like he was mad—but his ears gave him away.

“Y’can’t just say stuff like that,” he muttered.

“I ain’t good at all that sweet-talking. I don’t got Vil’s fancy words or Rook’s weird poetry. I just…”

You waited, watching him.

“I just know it felt wrong thinkin’ about you leavin’. Made my stomach twist up. Like I was gonna throw up.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m staying, huh?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he tugged you forward and buried his face in your shoulder. It was a quiet kind of hug—no words, just held breath and the sound of his heartbeat against yours.

“…Dumbass,” he murmured “If you ever think about goin’ again, I’ll build a whole damn barn around the mirror.”

"Then I guess I'm staying forever"

The sun was high, the portal shimmered, and Leona looked completely unbothered.

He was lying on his side in the shade of a tree near the mirror, one arm tucked under his head. You were supposed to be saying your goodbyes. The whole college was buzzing about “the hero’s return to their original world.”

You approached him, unsure how to say it.

“I’m not going.”

Leona cracked one eye open.

“What, you miss your exit window or somethin’?”

“No. I chose not to go. I’m staying.”

He blinked. Slowly sat up.

“Hah?”

“I’ve decided,” you repeated. “Everyone here’s stuck with me now, for better or for worse.”

There was a long pause, dry het against his face.

“You serious?”

You nodded. “As a sleeping lion.”

That got a snort out of him. But he wasn’t laughing. He stood, looming close, emerald eyes scanning your face for any sign of joke. Finding none, he frowned.

“…What the hell would make you give up your entire world just to stay in this dump?”

You looked up at him with a small smile.

“Because this ‘dump’ is where I found people who really saw me. And you… Leona, you were a big part of that.”

His ears twitched. He looked away, jaw clenching.

“So you stayed for me? What a dumbass move.”

“Guess you're stuck with a dumbass now.”

Leona groaned and dragged a hand down his face.

“You really are a menace.”

But he stepped forward anyway, arms slipping around your waist, forehead resting against your neck.

“You better not regret it. I’ll kill myself trying to make this place worth it for you.”

“Too late. You’re already enough.”

He didn’t reply. But his hold tightened.

That was answer enough.

The portal glowed with beauty—an open door to the world you once called home.

Crowley was weeping. Sebek looked at the floor trying to keep his cool. Silver stood silently, eyes cast downward. Malleus watched from the shadows, silent as always.

And Lilia?

He stood apart, arms crossed and smile as playful as ever, but his eyes were too quiet. He was too silent.

You walked right past the swirling gateway and headed toward him with steady steps.

“I’m not going,”

Lilia blinked. Tilted his head like you’d just announced a new species of human had taken over Briar Valley.

“Oh? And here I was preparing a dramatic goodbye kiss to end all goodbye kisses.”

You laughed. “Sorry to ruin your moment.”

He chuckled, sharp fangs glinting.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I’m staying. That portal can shimmer all it wants—this world is my home now. Everyone here is stuck with me, for better or for worse.”

His expression shifted.

“…You do understand what you’re giving up, little bat?”

"Yes. And I've had months to clear my mind"

He stared at you—deeply, as if searching for any hint of doubt inside your eyes. And you didn’t shy away.

“I thought it would feel like a story ending, but… it doesn’t. It feels like a new chapter, yeah. One I want to write with you.”

Something behind his smile trembled. Lilia looked away, eyes glimmering.

“…Do you know how rare it is for someone to choose a someone like me? To choose a man with a life already half-lived, a past in war and blood, and an uncertain tomorrow?”

“I chose you. Not for what you’ve been. For who you are. For everything you still want to be.”

For all the playful charm he wielded like a shield, it shattered the moment your hands reached for his.

“I stayed for a lot of reasons. But you were the one that made my heart stay before my body ever did.”

He laughed—a little broken.

“You reckless, lovely fool…”

Then he pulled you, kissed you like he had all the time in the world to memorize the moment, and whispered against your lips:

“If you’re staying, then I’ll make this world bright enough to be worthy of you.”

[alluramiura]

+𝟔𝟔 | hyun-ju x reader

summary: you take care of hyunju after her surgery.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: lowercase intended, fluff, wholesome, you can tell i made this to cope, squid game isn’t mentioned so whether or not it existed is up to you.

authors note: actually no one fucking talk to me.

as you walk down the street, you rummage through the bag of supplies in your hand, making sure you didn’t forget anything on the list.

wipes? check, you got about four packs.

antibacterial soap? check, you made sure to get the brand she specifically asked for.

witch hazel? check, you had to run to another store for that one.

pads? check, you were both going to need those. she said to get the kind you used most frequently.

coconut water? check, you remember putting that in the same bag as the snacks.

dilators, estrogen cream, and pain medication? you were on your way to get those now.

you tie the bag closed and hook it over your arm, averting your focus back to the path you were walking.

it’s been almost a month since your wife’s bottom surgery. you’ve been taking care of her to the best of your ability— doing research, buying absolutely anything she needs, even if it was just timarind candy, walking her anywhere in the house she needs to go.

you once caught her walking to the kitchen by herself and scolded her all the way back to the bedroom while taking the slowest steps imaginable as you held onto her. she said it nearly gave her whiplash.

you turn the corner on the sidewalk, the building coming into view just across the street.

you come to a stop as you wait for the green light. you were just about to pull out your phone before you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

you turn around, smiling when you see the familiar face of one of your neighbors.

“chanthra,” you say, turning to face the woman as you pull her in for a hug, mindful of the bags on your arms.

“good morning,” she greets, a grin on your face as she pats your shoulder.

“wait, i know this one!” you say, a hint of excitement in your voice. “sawadee khrup.”

chantra’s eyebrows raise, as she nods in approval, giggling softly. “that’s very good! your thai is getting better.”

“thank you, i was scared i’d gotten rusty these past few weeks, i’ve barely been out of the house.”

chantra’s eyes light up like shes remembered something.

“i’ve been meaning to ask, how’s hyun-ju recovering?” she asks, tilting her head slightly as she adjusts her own bag resting on her shoulder.

“she’s recovering very well, i’m actually getting her medicine right now.” you say, looking over at the street to make sure you haven’t missed your light.

“what a caring wife you are,” she coos, giving a dramatically dreamy sigh. “it’s good you’re taking care of her. though i can’t deny, i’ve been missing my go-to babysitter.”

“she misses it, too. she’d get up and walk over to your place herself if i’d let her.” you say, nodding softly. “don’t worry though, we’ll have no problem babysitting as soon as we’re able.”

chantra smiles wider, opening her mouth to reply before pausing as she looks behind you.

“oh, your lights green, darling. don’t let me keep you from her any longer!” she says, pointing to the light before shooing you away playfully.

you chuckle, bidding your goodbyes as you turn around, quickly making your way across the street.

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hyun-ju shuffles carefully on the couch, wrapped up in a burrito of blankets with pillows beneath every limb—courtesy of you.

when she tried telling you she didn’t need this many pillows supporting her, you we’re having none of it, shushing her as you walked off to the spare closet you kept the blankets.

across the room, you stood in the kitchen preparing the bowl of snacks as the random movie you put on plays in the background.

“i bring offerings,” you declare, setting the bowl down on the coffee table.

“my hero,” hyun-ju says, holding the blanket open for you.

you smile, settling down onto the couch and resting your head on her shoulder as she wraps the blanket around you.

“mmh,” you hum, your eyes fluttering shut as you breathe in your wife’s scent.

“you smell good.” you murmur, pressing your cheek against her.

“thank you,” she replies, her voice soft.

as the movie rolls on, you’d occasionally reach into the snack bowl to hand feed hyun-ju like she was royalty. every once in a while, you’d lean in to press a quick kiss to her cheek, brushing away stray hairs that fell out of her ponytail.

hyun-ju’s eyes were half lidded and heavy, though she tried to keep them open.

you looked over at her, noticing the way her eyes were fluttering open and shut for the past few minutes.

“are your pain meds kicking in?” you ask softly, slowly lifting your head from her shoulder.

“enough that it looks like there’s two of you,” she replies, smiling sleepily.

you giggle softly, freeing your hand from the blankets to gently cup hyun-ju's cheek, puling her into a soft kiss, to which she responds to immediately despite her sleepiness, her lips moving lazily against yours.

as you pull away, your hand that was resting on her cheek moves to the back of her head, running your fingers through her hair.

the feeling has hyun-ju’s eyes falling shut involuntarily, her head resting against yours.

“go ahead and sleep, baby. we’ll finish this tommorow, okay?” you say, nearly whispering.

hyun-ju gives a small nod, wrapping her arms around you and taking in your warmth.

she falls asleep within minutes and you follow close behind.

when hyun-ju wakes up the following morning, the first thing that registers in her head is that you’re not with her.

she grunts softly, slowly pushing herself up from the couch.

shes about to kick her feet over the edge to stand up when she breathes in the smell of eggs and bacon.

she glances over at the kitchen where you stood at the stove, softly singing along to the music you were playing.

a tired smile settles on her lips as she leans back against the couch, yawning softly.

when you notice that hyun-ju is awake, you shoot her a grin as you moved quietly across the kitchen, grabbing her plate of food and making your way over to the couch.

“hey, sweet girl,” you whisper, putting her plate down on the coffee table, next to the bowl of unfinished snacks. “i made you something.”

hyun-ju laughs—a soft, raspy sound that makes your heart swell.

“this is perfect,” she says, picking up the fork on her plate. “you really didn’t have to do all this.”

“i know,” you reply, kissing her forehead. “but i love you. and i’ve needed an excuse to get rid of that half-empty box of pancake batter for a while.”

hyun-ju takes a bite and sighs. “you make recovery feel like a vacation. i really got lucky with you, baby.”

“no,” you say, sitting down next to her. “ i got lucky with you.”

moments like these make hyun-ju so relieved that she managed to find someone so supportive, who could be there every step of the way.

every estrogen shot, every change in physicality, every doctors visit. you were there through it all, and that’s how it will be forever. that’s how things belong.

[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

brat tamer caleb nsfw? looks around nervously ..

Brat tamer Caleb ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

wc: 2.6k

a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[softspiderling]

illicit affairs - part fifteen | r.c

summary:

“Hey Princess,” he greeted you with a cheerful smile, before his eyes wandered over to Topper. “Topper.”

“Maybank.”

Topper swept his eyes over JJ’s repaired bike and then to you, before looking back at your boyfriend. JJ wordlessly held out the helmet in your direction while holding eye contact with Topper, who clenched his jaw.

“I don’t like this guy,” he muttered into your ear as you hug him goodbye. “But it’s your life.”

OR; you're on a mission to mend bridges. succession rate goes about 50/50

pairing: rafe cameron x reader, jj maybank x reader

warnings: horny behavior and um.... you might get angry. That's all��

word count: 3.2k

author’s note: it’s kinda short compared to the last few chapters, but i had to move things around to make everything work out the way i had planned, and i gotta say it’s def better than this! this chapter was kinda hard for me to write, but we move anyways😔🫣we are also approaching the final four chapters which is so insane to me. happy reading🫶🏼

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pt. fifteen: “for you I would ruin myself”

The group chat was exceptionally dry. Ever since the Enduro, it had been crickets. There wasn’t even the occasional ping from Kelce, sending in a stupid meme, which no one could understand but him. You couldn’t remember the last time the group chat was this dead. Honestly, you had expected the radio silence, knowing your friends. But still, it hurt.

Only a few weeks ago, you had thought about this exact scenario and then it happened, just like that. Maybe you had accidentally manifested it.

With a small sigh, you rolled over on your back staring at the ceiling. You heard steps coming up the stairs before they stopped at your door, and based on the lightness of them, it must be your mother.

“You’re not going out today?”

You glanced to your mother, shaking your head.

“No, I don’t think so. Are you?”

“Yes, I’m meeting your father out on the golf course for a tee time.”

With a small sigh, you nodded, straightening your head to stare at the ceiling again.

“Okay, have fun.”

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Despite her words, your mother lingered in the door for a few seconds before she retreated. You remembered how your parents used to take you to the golf course with them when they were playing with the Thorntons when you were younger, the adults playing their rounds while you and Topper were playing the kiddie course, even though Topper had always been better than you. He just played with you so you wouldn’t have to play by yourself.

“Hey mom wait!” You called out, jumping up from your bed to run after her. “Can you drop me off at Topper’s?”

A short bit later, you shut the passenger’s side door of your mom’s car behind you, waving at her as she pulls away, while you walked up the driveway to the Thornton residence. Neat rose hedges adorned the sidewalk, hiding sharp thorns beneath their petals. You always thought it was funny Mrs. Thornton chose roses for her garden, you know, considering.

Your knocks were timid on the front door, but it didn’t take long until it opened, revealing Topper. He took a deep breath when he saw you, wordlessly opening the door wider to let you in.

You wrenched your hands nervously as you walked past him, straight to the living room, taking refuge on the arm chair.

“I really was planning on telling him, Top.”

“And yet you still didn’t,” Topper pointed out with a flat voice, sitting down on the couch. He looked tired when he scrubbed his hand over his face, the way he always did when there was a disagreement between you. While Kelce remained the neutral Switzerland, Topper was always the peace talker. You could imagine that it could get tiresome after a while, especially because you and were both hot heads. Topper was lucky, that you rarely fought, but when you did, it was like it took 10 years off his life.

“Have you heard from him?” you asked carefully and Topper gave you a look.

“What do you think? All of my calls and texts went unanswered, and he’s not home when I come by his house. Kelce’s so distraught, he’s hanging out with Ruthie.”

You winced.

Ruthie had been obsessed with Topper ever since he asked her for a dance during junior prom. She always tried to insert herself into your friend group, to get closer to Topper and thought Kelce was the easiest way in. Once, Ruthie even said, she’d always wanted a “token gay friend”.

With a small sigh, you leaned back in the arm chair you were sitting in. You took in a small breath, drawing your legs closer to your chest, as you tried to find the right words.

“I’m really sorry,” you said quietly, the clump in your throat returning. “I messed everything up.”

Topper sighed softly at the sound of your watery voice and you heard the couch rustling before his arms wrapped around you.

“Come on Precious, you know I cry when you cry,” he mumbled and you choked out a laugh when you pulled away to see his wet eyes.

“Sorry,” you sniffled, wiping your check with the back of your hand. “I knew Rafe would find out eventually but I didn’t think it would blow up like that.”

“Yeah…” Topper signed, leaning back, crouched down in front of you. “He hasn’t been well, Precious. Even before all that. Something’s going on with him.”

You nodded in silent agreement, leaning back in your seat.

“I’m going to talk to him. Apologize and try to explain. It’s not fair that he’s mad at you…”

“You sure you wanna fall on your sword like that?” Topper asked sceptically and you rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s not a sword, don’t try to act smart. Rafe is my best friend and I lied to him, that’s on me,” you pointed out, frowning at the distance before you turned back to Topper, your forehead smoothing again. “We good?”

Topper gave you a wry smile before nodding. “Yeah, Precious. We’re good.”

Beaming a smile at him, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “Thanks Top,” you sighed in relief. At least you hadn’t lost all of your friends. Though if you had to guess, the talk with Rafe probably wouldn’t go half as easy as it did with Topper.

A buzzing on your lap made Topper pull away, and he frowned at your phone before picking it up, to show you the screen.

JJ [05/29/24: 12:49 pm]: you home?

“His timing’s got to be better,” he groaned and you snickered, taking your phone from him. JJ really had a knack for interrupting.

Princess 👑 [05/29/24: 12:50 pm]: no, at Topper’s

JJ [05/29/24: 12:50 pm]: be there in 10

“He’s coming to pick me up,” you sighed and Topper gave you a look.

“Did you ask him to?”

“So he just… Told you he’s coming?”

Topper’s face told you exactly what he was thinking, and you couldn’t really blame him. You were thinking the same thing.

“Yeah, but I can’t be bothered to argue with him,” you shrugged with your shoulders. “It’s not a hill I’m willing to die on.”

Topper wasn’t entirely convinced but luckily he held back any further comments. It wasn’t long before the telltale roaring of JJ’s bike sounded in the neighborhood, and Topper walked you out, clearly unimpressed when JJ stopped in front of the porch on his bike.

It looked like new. Again.

After the crash at the race, you had the bike repaired at the shop, on your dime. JJ has refused, at first of course, but you had insisted. Rafe caused the fall and it was because of you, so you felt like it was your responsibility to take care of it. Plus, you didn’t want to feel like you owed JJ something.

“Hey Princess,” he greeted you with a cheerful smile, before his eyes wandered over to Topper. “Topper.”

“Maybank.”

Topper swept his eyes over JJ’s repaired bike and then to you, before looking back at JJ. He wordlessly held out the helmet in your direction while holding eye contact with Topper, who clenched his jaw.

“I don’t like this guy,” he muttered into your ear as you hug him goodbye. “But it’s your life.”

You gave him a wry smile as you pulled away.

“I’ll text you later,” you told him, pecking his cheek before you skipped down the stairs towards JJ. You had barely put on the helmet and climbed on the bike behind JJ when he let the engine roar out, driving off the drive way. You had been on his bike so many times at this point, that you were used to it, leaning into the turn when he took one. It wasn’t much longer until the road turned from road to gravel, then dirt. You had been back at his place only once, with JJ trying to avoid being home as much as possible. From what you could tell, he and his dad didn’t have the best relationship, which confirmed most of the rumors the island were spreading about Luke Maybank.

“Your dad not home?” you asked after getting off the bike, pulling the helmet off.

“Nah, he’s working on a right this week,” JJ replied, turning his bike off and gesturing towards the door. “Mi casa es tu casa.”

“Oh you’re speaking Spanish now?” you teased and he smirked at you as he walked up to you.

“Just in case Mr. Diaz talks smack about me again,” JJ said, putting his hands on your waist to give you a gentle shove towards the house. “Now get in or do I have to carry you in?”

You giggled when he dug his fingers into your waist, ushering you inside, while he pressed his chest against your backside. He made quick work of leading you straight to his bedroom, where both of you felt more comfortably in. For him, it was the space he retreated to, to hide from his father, if you had to guess, and for you it was because the rest of the house seemed so... Cold.

His bedroom on the other hand was warm, full of small trinkets on the window sill, the small desk and the night stand cramped between the wall and his bed. The bedsheets were a bright blue, wrinkling under your body when you threw yourself on his bed.

“Did you change your bedsheets?” you asked coyly, flattening said sheets with the palm of your hand while JJ closed his bedroom door.

“Only the best for Princess,” he answered matter of factly, acting very prim and proper before he knelt on the bed, giving you a sneaky grin, making him look very boyish. His biceps flexed, as he crawled on top of you and you were quick to run your hands up his arms, free from any fabric due to his fashionable choice of a tanktop.

You had told him once, that he had nice arms, and now he was wearing sleeveless shirt more than not.

JJ settled in between your legs and you instinctively leaned up, as he met you halfway to kiss you. Your hands intertwined behind his neck as you kissed, while his snuck under your shirt, caressing the side of your rib cage. Slowly, he pushed the hem off your shirt up, exposing your stomach before he nudged it over your chest. You allowed him to take it off, watching as he tossed the shirt aside. JJ wasted no time to attach his lips to your neck, as he kissed down your body.

“I do want to thank you...” he murmured against your skin and it took you a second to process what he was saying. This wasn’t a situation where your head was clear.

“Wait, what?”

JJ let out a small laugh, like he was embarrassed, ducking his head. You forehead creased when it finally dawned on you what he was referring to.

“JJ,” you sighed, waiting until he peered up at you through his long, blond lashes, and you drew a hand back to push the hair out of his face. “You don’t have to do this to thank me, just do it because you want me.”

He gave you a look. “You’re crazy if you think I don’t want you. But I can kill two birds with one stone,” JJ pointed out. “I don’t take handouts.”

“It wasn’t a handout,” you corrected him, frowning. “That crash was my fault.”

“No, it was Rafe’s.”

“So you want Rafe to pay for your bike?” you asked dryly, before shaking your head. “Look, I know the crash was Rafe’s fault. But he took it out on you, even though he was mad at me. And rightfully so.”

“Don’t make excuses for him,” JJ scoffed and you gave him a look.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” he snorted. “He’s an asshole and it’s not helping that you’re picking up after him.”

You let out a small, annoyed sigh. How the fuck did you get here?

“I hurt him, JJ. Granted, he did overreact, I’m not making excuses for that, but I did play a role in for what happened.”

JJ groaned, slapping his forehad with his open palm, an act that irritated the hell out of you. “Princess, Rafe’s not who you think he is. Neither are all of your so called friends.”

“That’s enough,” you said, your patience starting to run thin. “These are my best friends we’re talking about. I don’t talk shit about your friends, why are you talking shit about mine?”

“Because my friends are decent human beings,” JJ pointed out and you raised a brow at him, pursing your lips.

“Stop it,” you finally snapped, getting angry. JJ’s face softened at your outburst, reaching for your hand in an attempt to ease your anger, but you evaded his touch, shaking your head. “You know if you have that image of my friends, what does that say about what you think of me?”

“Well, you’re different.”

“Why?” you exclaimed. “You and your friends keep saying that I’m different but never say why.”

JJ shrugged with his shoulders. “I don’t know. You’re a girl. Rafe and the guys, they’re just a bad influence on you, and that’s okay, it’s not your fault.”

Your mouth dropped at his words.

“Excuse me?”

“Princess,” JJ sighed in a way, like he was explaining why the sky was blue to a fucking toddler. “I’m just saying, you were born into that world, with those friends, who pushed their own opinion on you.”

You let out a scoff in disbelief when you finally realized what he was trying to say.

“You don’t respect me,” you said in a calm tone and JJ’s eyes widened.

“Whoa whoa whoa, hey, now we know that’s not true, I said we didn’t have to fuck when you said no, remember?” he reminded you, which you only laughed at. This was exactly what you had expected him to say.

“Respecting consent and respecting me are two different things, JJ,” you pointed out to him, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You parade me around like I’m a prized possession, unable to make my own decisions. I choose to be friends with Rafe and Topper and Kelce, and I can form my own thoughts. I mean, do you really think I would be with you if I thought about you the way they do?”

JJ seemed at loss for words for while, running his hands through his hair, frustrated.

”I mean, look at Sarah,” he then said defensively. “She was so uptight and prissy when she was with Topper, and now she’s the most carefree and happy person ever since she’s been with John B.”

Did he really just compare you and him to John B and Sarah? You tipped your head back to roll your eyes at the ceiling, getting out from under JJ to stand, picking up your shirt from the floor.

“Sarah is happy because John B loves and respects her for who she is. You don’t respect me.”

Pulling your shirt back on, you tried to even your breaths, before you spoke again. “Thanks, JJ. I think it’s better if we stop seeing each other. Clearly, it’s not working.”

JJ gaped at you, but you don’t give him the time to answer, already walking out of the house. Distantly, you could hear him run after you, the door slamming against the wall when he stepped out on the front porch, as you walked off his property.

“Hey come on, at least let me give you a ride home!” JJ shouted after you, but you turned around, your step never faltering.

“I’m good. Princess can find her way back home.”

With those words, you kept walking, the sun beating down on you and the more you walked, the more your anger started melting into shame, your shoulders hunched, like you were carrying it on your back. You should have known, this thing with JJ wouldn’t last long. You had put up with a lot, which you usually wouldn’t have. He kept calling you Princess, which you didn’t mind, but it was the way he treated you, manhandling you and making decisions for you, like you were a doll, unable to form your own thoughts. At least now you knew why.

It wasn’t long until you reached the main street, and while the sturdiness of the paved road felt better under your feet it also meant being exposed to curious onlookers. These streets were not made for walking, and it didn’t help that you were strolling around the Cut, sticking out like a sore thumb. You couldn’t wait until you got back to Figure Eight, at least you felt like you could blend in. The more you walked, the more the entire situation started dawning on you, tears pricking in your eyes.

“God, what the fuck am I even crying for?” you muttered to yourself, wiping the tears rolling down your cheek away, but they quickly were replaced with fresh ones. It wasn’t long until you reached the one long stretch of road that lead over to the bridge, with no chances of cover as the cars drove by one by one, but you had no other choice than walk it.

Obviously, you could call a cab or an uber, but you’d feel like a hypocrite after throwing those words at JJ only to back down again, so you braved the last bit of walking on the Cut. Every time a car passed by, however, you turned your face away, not wanting random passersby to see you crying on the street like cliché girl being depressed after a break up. You could hear a particularly fast car coming up from behind you and you turned your face to the left, waiting for it to pass. But instead of driving off and becoming a small dot in the distance, the car suddenly stopped, before it reversed on the street.

You froze, being mugged really was the last thing you needed right now, even though you didn’t have anything on you. Even your dignity was holding on by a thread the longer you walked. Your heart started beating really fast, your mind racing with what to do, until you realized that it was Rafe’s truck. Then, another type of panic set in. Quickly, you wiped your face, and cleared your throat, to remove all hints of your depressive episode, before he came to a stop next to you, rolling his windows down.

“What the hell are you doing walking out here?”

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author’s note: surprise?😃

[lilirae00]

No Matter the Miles - Part 1

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: none right now

SUMMARY: After Paige’s rookie season, a road trip forces her and Azzi to confront everything they’re afraid to say about the future. Long drives, quiet motel rooms, old memories—how do you hold on to what matters most when you don’t know what’s next?

Masterlist

a/n: this is gonna be a five-part journey, I hope you like it. As for the timeline of when this takes place, don’t think too hard lol. It’s between Paige’s rookie season ending and Azzi’s final year at UConn. 

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The WNBA season had finally wrapped up, giving Paige a rare break from Dallas team obligations. Azzi’s final year at UConn hadn’t started yet—no practice schedules, no team meetings, just a brief window where the world wasn’t pulling them in opposite directions.

It was the perfect time for a road trip out to D.C.

And it wasn’t just any trip—it was their trip.

A chance to be together, without cameras or press conferences or plane rides that left them saying goodbye too soon.

Azzi was folding her shirts with surgical precision. Each edge crisp, sleeves tucked perfectly, rolled tight and stacked like it was a military inspection.

Meanwhile Paige’s side of the bed looked like a tornado had hit it. Crumpled Wings t-shirts, socks in random clumps, a single hoodie that looked suspiciously unwashed.

Azzi glanced over with open disdain. “You’re not even trying.”

Paige didn’t look up. “It’s a road trip, not the runway.”

Azzi sighed theatrically. “We’re going to be in the car for days. At least try to look like a human being.”

Paige smirked, shoving clothes in tighter. “I’m bringing my personality. That’s all you need.”

“Your personality is why I need Advil,” Azzi muttered, zipping her suitcase with a violent zzzzip.

Paige shot her a look and flung a pair of socks at her head. Azzi caught them, deadpan, and slowly dropped them on the floor.

“Children,” she said under her breath.

Paige wiggled her eyebrows. “You love this child.”

Azzi walked over, crowding into Paige’s space. “Unfortunately.” She kissed her quick and firm, lips pressing hard enough to shut Paige up.

When she pulled back, Paige was grinning like an idiot. “Told you so.”

Azzi just shook her head. “God help me.”

They turned to the snack pile.

Azzi’s corner was all neat ziplocks and containers—apple slices, trail mix, protein bars lined up like little soldiers.

Paige’s was chaos. Chips. Candy. Soda. An open pack of gum stuck to a Gatorade bottle.

Azzi picked up a king-sized candy bar with two fingers. “You planning to bribe truckers with this?”

Paige snatched it back. “Emergency rations.”

Azzi sniffed the soda. “If I find a single sticky ring in the cupholder—”

Paige leaned in close, murmuring, “You’ll do what?”

Azzi’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make you clean it.”

Paige laughed, then turned to zip her duffel—realizing she hadn’t packed her toothbrush.

“Shit.”

Azzi didn’t even look up. “It’s on the bathroom counter.”

Paige stomped off, muttering.

Azzi called after her, voice sugary sweet. “And don’t forget your phone charger. Or your brain.”

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They were finally dragging everything to the car.

Azzi tried to load her bag neatly. Paige tossed hers on top like it was a trash heap.

“Can you not?” Azzi asked, tugging it back out.

“Efficiency,” Paige claimed.

Azzi glared. “That’s what you call ‘laziness.’”

Paige pouted. “You love my laziness.”

Azzi groaned but couldn’t stop the smile.

They squabbled over whose snacks went in which door pocket. Paige crammed in chips. Azzi rearranged them neatly. Paige sabotaged it by shoving in candy.

Azzi eventually gave up, hands on hips. “I can’t believe I’m trusting you to drive.”

Paige smirked. “Oh, passenger princess is complaining already?”

Azzi pointed a threatening finger. “I’ll drive. But only if I have to.”

Paige saluted dramatically. “Yes, ma’am.”

Just as they finished, Azzi’s phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. She picked up without looking.

“Hey,” she said.

Her mom’s face filled the screen. “Are you finally leaving?”

Paige leaned in behind Azzi’s shoulder. “Hi Katie!”

“Paige!” Katie beamed. “Ready to put up with my daughter for over a thousand miles?”

Paige grinned. “I was born for it.”

Azzi elbowed her. “Rude.”

Katie laughed. “Drive safe, girls. And behave. Don’t kill each other halfway through.”

Azzi rolled her eyes. “We’ll try.”

“Tell Paige not to annoy you too much,” Katie added.

Paige put a hand on her chest in mock offense. “Me? Never.”

Azzi’s dad Tim appeared in the background, calling out: “Drive safe! Don’t speed! And remember who the better driver is!”

Paige pointed at herself. Azzi shoved her.

They ended the call with Katie blowing kisses and Azzi muttering, “God, she loves you more than me.”

Paige kissed her cheek. “Because I’m charming.”

Azzi groaned. “Because you’re annoying.”

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They finally shut the trunk, exhaling in unison.

Paige started the car, scrolling Spotify.

Azzi immediately reached over to change it.

“No murder podcasts,” she warned.

“Rap.”

“Indie”

Paige smirked. “Compromise. Alternate playlists.”

Azzi sighed. “Fine. But I’m skipping anything with the word ‘booty’ in the title.”

Paige cackled, buckling up.

Before pulling out, she grabbed Azzi’s hand. “Ready?”

Azzi squeezed. “Always.”

They shared a quiet look that said everything. And then Paige ruined it by cracking open a can of soda and taking a big slurp. 

Azzi smacked her arm immediately.

Paige howled with laughter as they finally pulled away.

The Texas highway stretched out in front of them, a wavering ribbon of heat and dust.

Paige squinted against the sun, sunglasses slipping down her nose. She pushed them up and drummed her fingers on the wheel in time with the heavy bass pounding from the speakers.

It felt good. No coaches barking orders. No media asking about her stats. No fans or cameras or social posts to get perfect. Just them.

Azzi in the passenger seat where she belonged.

But under that satisfying freedom, something twisted in Paige’s gut.

Because this time wasn’t permanent.

She knew exactly how many days they had before Azzi had to be back in Connecticut. Before UConn claimed her again. And before the draft threatened to send them both to separate cities. 

It made Paige want to speed up and slow down at the same time.

Azzi had her legs up on the dash like she owned it.

She scrolled her phone with studied disinterest, trying to look as chill as the playlist she was curating in her head.

But her eyes kept flicking to Paige, watching how tight her hands were on the wheel. How her knee bounced when they fell silent.

Azzi pretended to be annoyed by Paige’s driving, but the truth was she liked being the one who noticed these things.

She liked catching the crack in Paige’s armor that no one else saw, because that meant she could be the one to fix it. Even if it meant nagging her to death.

Paige cleared her throat. “Don’t even start lecturing.”

Azzi didn’t look up. “About what?”

“About my driving.”

Azzi’s thumb froze on her screen. She peeked over her sunglasses. “You’ve literally been swerving trying to dance.”

Paige cracked a grin. “Can’t help it. This beat is infectious.”

Azzi’s lips twitched. She wanted to stay annoyed. She tried. But Paige looked so happy.

Like this was the only place in the world she wanted to be, and that did dangerous things to Azzi’s heart.

She gave in and turned her face back to her phone before Paige saw her soften.

Paige watched her out of the corner of her eye.

Azzi, pretending to be above it all.

But her foot was tapping along to the beat.

Paige’s grin widened.

God, she loved this girl.

Even when she was a pain in the ass.

Especially then.

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They fell quiet for a while. It wasn’t the usual easy silence they shared on long drives, the kind where they’d glance at each other and smirk at a bad song on the radio, or let hands tangle lazily over the console. 

This silence had weight. It pressed on Paige’s shoulders, coiled in the space between them like something alive. She held the steering wheel too tightly, jaw flexing as green highway signs flickered past.

Azzi watched her from the passenger seat, phone resting in her palm, screen gone dark. 

She knew that look. 

Paige’s shoulders set like stone, breathing gone shallow and controlled, trying to keep it in. 

Paige didn’t like people seeing her worry. She was Paige Bueckers: cocky, headline-grabbing, always with a quip at the press conference. 

But here in the car with her? Azzi knew the truth. Paige thought too much. Felt too much. Loved too much to ever really keep it together when it came to the things that mattered.

Paige’s eyes flicked restlessly across the road, but her thoughts weren’t on driving. They were on the coming months. The looming distance. The possibility of Azzi playing in another city, living another life. 

Even though she knew Azzi would never choose someone else, the fear still snaked up her spine and lodged tight in her chest. 

What if wanting her so much made it worse? 

Her mouth went dry. She swallowed hard, but it didn’t help.

Almost without thinking, Paige let one hand fall from the wheel to Azzi’s knee, fingers tapping mindlessly against the seam of her leggings. 

It was such a small, unguarded motion. A tell. Like she needed to be tethered to her, even if she couldn’t say it.

Azzi’s heart squeezed at the contact. She let her own phone drop into her lap, ignored completely. She rested her hand on top of Paige’s, fingers sliding to interlace, slow and deliberate. 

She didn’t squeeze too hard. 

Just enough to say: I’m here. You’re mine. I’m not going anywhere.

Paige’s throat tightened so badly it hurt. She blinked quickly at the road. She could feel the heat rising to her eyes, stubborn and unwelcome. 

The world saw her as unshakable, a star on the court who dripped confidence with every three-pointer. But with Azzi? She was just a girl terrified of wanting something so badly it might break her if she lost it.

Azzi turned her head just enough to watch her from the corner of her eye. 

She knew. 

Paige didn’t have to say it. 

The way Paige’s hand trembled a little against her knee told her everything.

So Azzi squeezed a bit tighter. Not demanding. Just there. Just grounding her.

When she spoke, her voice was light, carefully chosen. “Next exit has gas, tacos, and Bob’s Giant Ball of Twine,” she offered, deliberately casual.

Paige snorted wetly, blinking fast, and Azzi heard the catch in it. She pretended not to.

Paige turned her head fractionally, a spark of mischief fighting through the fear. “YES.”

Azzi refused to meet her eyes, lips twitching hard. “Absolutely not.”

“But it’s GIANT STRING.” Paige’s voice cracked on a laugh that tumbled out messy and real.

Azzi sighed loudly, but her smile betrayed her. “Paige. No.”

And just like that, Paige’s grip on the wheel relaxed. 

The fear didn’t vanish, but it eased. 

She found herself exhaling, her shoulders dropping an inch.

She didn’t say it out loud, but it sang in her chest anyway: I love you for this. 

For knowing how to break through the spiral. 

For letting her have her fears without demanding they be cleaned up before touching her. 

For holding them both in place when Paige felt like she might fall apart.

They pulled off at a gas station eventually. Paige threw the car in park and bounded out like nothing had happened, hair bouncing, laughter still clinging to the air.

Azzi stayed in her seat, watching the door swing shut behind her with a tiny, knowing smile.

God, she’s ridiculous.

Ridiculous. And so completely mine.

--

Paige pushed the door open with her hip and practically fell into the car, arms overloaded with the haul from the gas station: bright neon bags of sour candy, two bottles of questionable blue sports drink, and a jumbo bag of gummy worms that seemed designed to make a dentist weep. 

She dumped it all dramatically into the backseat with a flourish.

Azzi didn’t even bother hiding her unimpressed stare. She raised a single eyebrow, slow and surgical, letting it do all the work of cutting Paige to shreds without saying a word.

Paige pretended not to notice, sliding into the driver’s seat with exaggerated nonchalance. 

She shoved the key in the ignition but didn’t turn it yet. She sat there for a second, glancing at Azzi, testing.

Azzi held her gaze, her mouth flattening into that line she used when she was trying so hard not to smile at Paige’s bullshit. 

Her voice was perfectly even, deadly dry. “You’re going to rot your teeth.”

Paige just tilted her head.

Then, in one fluid, unrepentant move, she leaned across the console and grabbed Azzi’s jaw gently but firmly, pressing their mouths together.

Azzi squeaked against her lips in surprise, hands coming up in reflex to shove her away. But her grip was half-hearted at best. 

Paige’s lips were warm and a little sticky from the sugar, moving slowly and deliberately until Azzi had to turn her face and let out a muffled, breathless protest.

“Paige—”

Paige pulled back with a grin so smug it was criminal. Her teeth flashed, neon blue sports drink staining the corner of her mouth.

“Worth it,” she breathed, eyes bright with that mischievous spark that made Azzi want to slap her and kiss her harder at the same time.

Azzi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, glaring, but her voice betrayed her. It trembled with the edge of a laugh she couldn’t quite hold back. “You’re disgusting.”

Paige started the car and shot her a sidelong glance that was practically a dare. 

“But you love me,” she sang out obnoxiously, dragging out the syllables.

Azzi huffed, crossing her arms, and sank back into the seat. She stared resolutely out the window, refusing to give Paige the satisfaction of a reply. 

But she didn’t pull her hand away when Paige rested it on the gearshift between them.

Instead, slowly, deliberately, Azzi let her fingers drift over Paige’s wrist. She traced the delicate bones and tendons under warm skin, feeling Paige’s pulse thrum fast.

Paige didn’t say anything either. She just watched Azzi’s hand with guarded eyes, the cocky grin slipping for just a second, leaving behind something rawer.

Because the truth was, Paige needed this.

She needed Azzi’s hand on her wrist.

Needed to know Azzi was there.

Not leaving.

Not choosing somewhere else.

Azzi felt it. Felt that unspoken fear running electric under Paige’s skin.

She pressed her fingers down just a bit harder. A promise without words.

I’m here.

I’m yours.

And in the quiet hum of the car as they pulled back onto the highway, Azzi’s gaze softened.

She watched the way Paige’s jaw worked, like she was biting down on something she couldn’t say. Watched her eyes dart to the mirror, the signs, the road ahead, but never once leaving the lane they shared.

Azzi didn’t tell her she loved her. Not out loud.

Not yet.

Because Paige was stubborn. She’d just get embarrassed, deflect with a joke, or worse—shut down entirely.

So Azzi stayed quiet, fingers still moving over Paige’s wrist in soothing circles, anchoring them both.

But she thought it so loudly it felt like shouting:

God, I love you so stupidly much it actually hurts.

And if Paige needed her to sit in this car for a thousand miles, just to make sure she didn’t have to be alone with those dark thoughts for even a single one?

Azzi would do it.

Happily.

Because that was them.

That was love.

--

They’d been on the road for hours, the low hum of the highway and the weight of everything unspoken settling heavy between them until the sun fell completely and they both wordlessly agreed to stop for the night.

They parked under a flickering sign that said VACANCY in cracked neon, the buzzing letters the only noise in the stillness. 

Paige shut off the engine and the car gave a series of ticking sounds as it cooled, like it was exhaling with them. 

Neither of them moved at first. 

Inside the car felt close, warm, and heavy with things unsaid. Paige drummed her thumb on the wheel. 

Azzi just leaned her head back, eyes on the windshield, watching the last smear of purple vanish from the sky.

“Classy,” she drawled, her voice as dry as the desert.

Paige glanced over with a grin that looked forced, like a cracked mask. “We’re ballin’ on a rookie contract, babe.”

Azzi’s lips twitched despite herself. She tried to hold back the fondness. “Yeah, right. I’ve seen your bank account.”

Paige clutched her chest theatrically, even as something pinched in her eyes. “Excuse you, I’m a humble public servant of the Dallas Wings.”

Azzi shook her head, but she couldn’t help it: her mouth betrayed her with a ghost of a smile. 

She didn’t say it out loud, but this—the tired banter, the ridiculous sign buzzing like a dying firefly, Paige cracking jokes that didn’t quite hide her fear—this felt weirdly like home. 

Like them.

Inside, the lobby was a time capsule no one had dusted in decades. Plastic plants slumped in faded pots, their fronds sticky with grime. A burnt coffee smell clung to the walls, the pot on its warmer sizzling angrily. 

The clerk looked up from his crossword with all the enthusiasm of a man who’d died years ago but hadn’t told his body yet.

“One queen bed,” he mumbled without emotion.

Paige leaned her elbows on the counter with a grin too big, too fake, like she was auditioning for normal. “Scandalous,” she said.

Azzi elbowed her so hard it rocked her off balance.

Paige wheezed theatrically, clutching her ribs. “She’s shy,” she gasped to the clerk, whose gaze didn’t even flicker.

Azzi shot the man an apologetic, mortified look.

Paige turned to her, eyebrows waggling. “Remember UConn? We had less space.”

Azzi snorted before she could stop herself. “You still slept like a starfish.”

Paige’s grin softened, a real one this time. “Gotta keep you warm.”

Azzi sighed. She didn’t move away when Paige’s arm slung around her shoulder. She leaned in, letting the weight of Paige’s arm anchor her for just a second longer than she meant to.

They took the key and made their way down the hallway, which smelled of old carpet and lemon cleaner failing valiantly to cover mildew. 

Paige hefted both bags onto her shoulders, trying to be cocky.

“Show-off,” Azzi muttered, arching an eyebrow.

Paige grunted, adjusting them. “I got it.”

But even in the dim light, Azzi could see the tension pulling tight across Paige’s shoulders.

They walked in silence. Paige’s gaze was locked ahead, jaw set. She chewed the inside of her cheek like she was physically biting back the words she wouldn’t let out. 

Azzi watched her in profile, her heart squeezing painfully.

God, Paige. Let me in.

Inside the room, Paige dropped the bags with a deliberate thud and immediately collapsed face-first onto the bed, muffling a groan into the ugly comforter.

Azzi shut the door quietly behind them, leaning her head against it for a second before pushing herself upright. She let her eyes roam the space.

One bed sat crookedly under a buzzing yellow lamp. The comforter was an indescribable color she didn’t want to analyze too closely. A cheap painting of a forest nailed crookedly above the headboard. An old AC unit rattling like it was dying a slow death in the corner.

She exhaled.

“This is… something,” Paige deadpanned.

Azzi’s voice rang out. “Don’t say it.”

Paige rolled over on the bed. “It’s got character.”

Azzi let her gaze drop to the bedspread. “It’s got bedbugs.”

Paige patted the mattress invitingly, forcing a grin that felt too big on her face. “Then you’ll just have to sleep on top of me to stay safe.”

Azzi rolled her eyes, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely. 

God, she was an idiot. But she was her idiot.

Paige sat up slowly, legs dangling off the side of the bed. She watched Azzi in silence as Azzi started to unpack with practiced efficiency.

Azzi felt her gaze. 

Heavy. 

Hot. 

Like a hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing, but not enough to make her fall. She focused on the small, mundane things—neatly placing her phone charger on the nightstand, hanging her folded shirt over the back of the wobbly chair. 

She tried not to look at Paige, but she could feel her.

Paige dropped her head into her hands, elbows resting on her knees. She exhaled so hard it rattled the quiet.

Azzi finally turned, one eyebrow raised carefully.

“You good?” she asked, voice softer than she meant it to be.

Paige didn’t look up. Her fingers fidgeted with the cheap polyester edge of the blanket, nails digging in. Her jaw worked. She shook her head minutely, almost like she was arguing with herself before even answering.

“Yeah,” she lied, the word shredded and unconvincing.

Azzi didn’t move. She watched the way Paige’s fingers twisted the fabric. The way her shoulders hunched like she was trying to make herself smaller, hide the shaking inside. 

She only did that when she was terrified.

God, Paige. Just tell me.

Azzi’s voice softened to something that might have broken if she’d let it. “Paige.”

Nothing.

Azzi took a slow breath and crossed the room. She sat beside her on the creaky edge of the mattress, close enough their hips brushed. She didn’t touch her yet. She just let her presence bleed warmth.

Paige let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. 

She shook her head again. “I’m… trying to be okay.”

Azzi turned to her, eyes searching. Paige’s shoulders slumped, and the last of the forced humor crumbled off her face.

“I just… hate that this is gonna be over. That you’re leaving.”

Azzi’s own chest squeezed so tight it hurt to breathe. She dropped her gaze to her lap. Her fingers twisted together in her own lap.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Paige finally lifted her head enough to look at her.

Her eyes were too bright, too open, and Azzi felt something twist in her gut.

“I hate it, Az.” Paige’s voice cracked.

Azzi swallowed hard, fighting the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to cry. She needed to be strong for Paige.

“Me too,” she managed, voice hoarse.

They sat in silence that wasn’t empty but thick with everything they couldn’t quite say. Paige’s knee bumped into Azzi’s gently, like a child asking to be let back in.

Azzi didn’t move away.

After a moment she let her fingers slide over Paige’s wrist, slow and deliberate, feeling the frantic pulse that betrayed everything Paige tried to hide.

Paige’s breath hitched.

Azzi’s voice went even softer. A whisper. “Just… be here now. Okay?”

Paige nodded slowly, eyes falling shut as though she could finally rest with those words.

Azzi’s thumb traced gentle circles over her pulse point. They sat there for minutes, unmoving except for the rise and fall of their chests. 

Just breathing. 

Together.

[forkshighschooler]

Can you do how the wolf pack reacts to the reader calling their full name trend.

Twilight Wolf Pack Reacts to You Using Their Full Name (TikTok Trend)

The setup: You pull out your phone, hit record, and casually call out their full names like you’re a disappointed teacher. Chaos (and a little panic) follows.

⸻

🐺 Sam Uley

You: “Samuel Uley, come here.”

Sam, mid-sentence, freezes like a statue. Slowly turns his head toward you with that alpha glare.

“Why does that sound like I’m about to get a verbal beatdown?”

You: “Just wanted to talk.”

Sam: “Yeah, okay. Next time lead with a soft ‘hey babe,’ not ‘Samuel Uley’ like you’re my lawyer reading me my charges.”

He seriously thinks he’s in trouble until you laugh.

Sam: “Unbelievable. I was two seconds away from writing you an apology I didn’t even understand.”

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🐺 Paul Lahote

You: “Paul Lahote. Come here.”

Paul instantly whips around like a soldier reporting for duty.

“Why are you using my full name like I just crashed your car?”

You grin, holding back laughter. “I just wanted to show you this meme.”

Paul stares at you, then your phone, then you again. “I thought I cheated in a dream or something. You almost gave me an aneurysm.”

Mumbles under his breath: “Don’t full-name me unless you’re planning a funeral—mine.”

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🐺 Jacob Black

You: “Jacob Black, get over here!”

Jake walks in chewing something, squints suspiciously. “Who died?”

You: “No one.”

Jake: “Oh, then why are you summoning me like I’m in trouble with the council?”

He snatches your phone and immediately sees the camera on.

“Oh, we’re doing trends now? Cool cool cool. Just say you’re trying to shave years off my life next time.”

Later? He calls you “F/N L/N” dramatically for days.

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🐺 Embry Call

You: “Embry Call. Don’t even think about it.”

Embry immediately stops what he’s doing and looks around like, “What did I break?”

You: “I just said your name.”

Embry: “You said it like you caught me stealing your Netflix password. I got scared.”

When you tell him it’s for TikTok, he groans and throws himself on the couch.

“You almost made me confess to something I didn’t even do.”

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🐺 Quil Ateara

You: “Quil Ateara, stop eating all the fries.”

Quil (mouth full): “You sound like my grandma. You tryna fight or something?”

You: “It’s just your name.”

Quil: “No one uses my full name unless I’m about to get hit with a chancla.”

Immediately plays it up and fake gasps, holding his chest. “Ow. My feelings. You wounded me with legal documentation.”

Starts calling you “Madam Y/N” for the rest of the day.

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🐺 Jared Cameron

You: “Jared Cameron, seriously?”

Jared stops what he’s doing. “Wait. Why does it sound like I’m about to get dumped?”

You: “You’re not.”

Jared: “Oh thank god—because I was just mentally drafting a goodbye letter to the boys.”

You burst out laughing, and he realizes he’s been pranked.

He just smirks and says, “Alright. That’s cool. Just wait till I hit you with your full name in front of your mom.”

⸻

🐺 Leah Clearwater

You: “Leah Clearwater, pass me the remote.”

Leah doesn’t move. Just looks at you like you slapped her with a parking ticket.

“Absolutely not. Try that again—with respect.”

You: “It’s for TikTok—”

Leah: “Don’t care if it’s for a joke. That name combo has trauma in it.”

Still tosses you the remote but mutters, “You better not post that unless I look hot.”

⸻

🐺 Seth Clearwater

You: “Seth Clearwater, what did you do?”

Seth: freezes

“…I don’t know, but I’m so sorry. I’ll fix it! Just tell me what it is!”

You: “You didn’t do anything.”

Seth: “Then why’d you full-name me like I broke your heart?”

You: “It’s for a TikTok.”

Seth puts a hand on his chest. “Girl, I almost cried on camera.”

Then adds: “But I do kinda like the way it sounds when you say it.”

Disclaimer:

I do not own Twilight or any of its characters. All rights belong to Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction written for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended.

[startaegi]

CHAPTER ONE. don’t say you love me.

where you and namgyu on brink of seperation find yourselves in way of death all to give your daughter a better life.

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the hotel reception was suspiciously quiet for a saturday afternoon. the odd guest or two came and went, their footsteps echoing through the empty entrance but no new arrivals since your shift began.

you sat behind the desk, legs aching and eyes drifting to the clock on your computer screen. you watched the seconds tick down, letting out a breath of exhaustion. it would be just your luck if a wave of new check-ins arrived in the thirty minutes before you finished.

you held your breath, eyes still on the clock as the double doors opened. you lifted your head, expecting to see a guest and was instead greeted by the sound of children’s laughter.

hanuel was glued to eunwoo’s side, as she always was, giggling as he attempted to playfully shake her off. you looked at the pair with a smile, the weight of exhaustion momentarily lifting from your body. the long hours were worth it when it meant being greeted by her smiling face at the end of the day.

hanuel noticed your presence, her round eyes peeking up at the reception desk through her messy bangs. “eunwoo-samchon taught me how to play piano,” she beamed excitedly.

you gasped dramatically. “he did?” you asked.

hanuel nodded proudly, her fluffy brown curls moving with her, one hand still clutched in her uncle’s. eunwoo stood at her side, a look of pride on his face. you’d never be able to repay him for everything he’d done for you since the day you met — working late nights at the club, afternoons at university, juggling too much all at once while still trying to experience a typical college life.

he helped you through your pregnancy, watched you face some of the hardest moments of your life, and through it all, he stayed.

eunwoo might not be hanuel’s uncle by blood, but he more than deserved the title.

hanuel darted to an empty table, throwing her pink backpack onto it and emptying the contents, pencils spilling everywhere.

eunwoo shook his head with a laugh. “i think i’ll need to sleep for a week after today.”

“she’s obsessed with you.” you looked from the girl to your best friend, smiling. “thank you for watching her again.”

“stop talking like that, you know i’ll always do it.” he paused, pointing toward the exit. “i should get going though, date at seven.”

you raised your eyebrows, lips pulling into a smirk. “where’s he taking you this time?” you asked.

“some comedy club in seoul,” eunwoo replied with an eye roll.

“you literally said last week that stand-up comedy makes no sense.”

“yeah, well, you’ve seen him.” he paused mid-sentence, a grin tugging at his lips. “maybe it’ll all make sense after tonight.”

you threw your head back in laughter. “get out of here,” you said, motioning for him to leave. “and text me later, okay? i need to know if you survive.”

eunwoo left, not before saying goodbye to hanuel, crouching down to her level and playfully ruffling her hair. her tiny face scrunched into the cutest scowl as he waved you both goodbye, once again leaving you in silence.

hanuel was always a good kid. she rarely ever cried, and now that she was old enough, she seemed to know when it was the right time or place to be loud. she sat happily, scribbling away in her colouring books, a pencil swapped for another every few seconds, her teeth tucked into her bottom lip in quiet concentration. no words would ever be big enough to describe the love you felt for her.

“ten minutes, then we can leave,” you called across the room, your voice soft but full of exhaustion.

hanuel raised her head with a nod, pencil still in hand. “okay, mama,” she said cheerfully, then returned to her book.

summer was slowly ending. the leaves had already begun to change, the nights growing colder and darker. both of you walked the streets of incheon, hand in hand. you felt yourself threaten to topple over, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. but the girl beside you was still full of energy, skipping along with a bear clutched in her arms. you often wondered where she got it from; neither you nor her father had given her it.

a headache pulsed at the base of your skull, the city lights and chatter doing nothing to help. you moved as fast as a four-year-old could, weaving through college students just starting their night, and families heading home after a day in the city.

an ice cream shop came into view, its flickering pink and blue lights inviting you in. soft music drifted through the open door, an idol group you would never be able to recognise.

hanuel’s eyes lit up at the sight. “can we get ice cream?” she asked, tugging on your hand.

you knew you should say no. you were behind on rent, barely had enough food to last until your next paycheck, and just as your luck went, your only heater had just broken in time for winter.

but as hanuel looked up at you with those bright brown eyes—so sweet, so kind, everything you wished for her to be—you couldn’t say no.

you shared a cone, sitting on a park bench just beside your apartment. hanuel swung her legs, ice cream smeared across her face, while you stared at the night sky, trying not to fall asleep.

by the time you arrived home, the night air had grown colder, your apartment silent except for the low hum of the fridge. you felt silly for even thinking namgyu might already be here—might’ve run a bath for hanuel, laid out her pajamas neatly on her bed. maybe even cooked dinner, so you could eat quickly and drift off to sleep without a single thought. you swore to yourself every night to never get your hopes up, and yet you always did.

as you always did alone, you bathed hanuel, cooked and fed her dinner, read a bedtime story, and stayed until she drifted off to sleep. only then did you heat up some leftovers, tiredly eating them in the silence of the kitchen before showering and settling onto the sofa.

you didn’t turn the tv on, didn’t bother to check your phone or pick up a book. instead, you stared blankly at the four walls, willing yourself to stop thinking.

no amount of tiredness could override your mind.

hanuel’s words echoed through your head, her heavy eyes slowly shutting as she once again wondered when appa would come home.

you were sick of lying to her, sick of giving her false promises and never being able to follow through.

you didn’t know where namgyu was. you didn’t know when he’d be home, and sometimes wondered if he ever would return.

you never had the answers to the questions hanuel asked in the small hours of the night, because you didn’t know the answers to them either.

the door opening cut through the silence. the sound of heavy boots being kicked to the side and a jacket flung to the ground. he groaned but didn’t bother picking it up, shuffling into the kitchen.

you didn’t speak, didn’t move a muscle as you watched him.

he was high, it was obvious. his hands trembled slightly, and even in the dark, with only the open fridge casting a light, you could see the dilation in his pupils.

and again, another piece of hope broke in you.

“hanuel was asking where you were,” you spoke up. “again.”

his body jolted in surprise, a hand clutching his chest.

“fucking hell.”

“did you hear me?” you asked.

namgyu only grunted in response, pulling anything and everything from the fridge in a hurry. you didn’t have the energy to argue, you’d done it one too many times already.

you stood up from the sofa, running a hand through your hair.

what was the point, anyway?

you could shout until you were blue in the face, until you had no voice left to shout with, and he still wouldn’t listen. he’d keep stumbling through the door at midnight, the smell of the club filling your apartment, all while ignoring the pleading look in your eyes as you begged him to care.

he took your seat on the sofa, ramen balanced on his lap. you shook your head in disappointment, leaving him to himself and deciding it was time for bed.

the bathroom was small and cracked in places, but it was good enough for what you could afford. you brushed your teeth quickly, refusing to look at your tired face in the mirror above the sink.

you didn’t need physical proof of how you felt.

soft whispers echoed through the walls. you paused, unsure where they were coming from. you cracked the door open, noticing the dim nightlight glowing in hanuel’s room.

namgyu’s voice spoke quietly, the soft tone he only used with his daughter.

“appa’s gonna go and come back, and we’re gonna live a better life, i promise you,” he said.

you watched as he gently brushed back her bangs, smiling down at her.

he pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

“and you’ll finally get the ballet shoes you dreamed of.”

tears burned in your eyes. you couldn’t bring yourself to listen anymore. whatever plan he had, you wanted nothing to do with it. nothing he ever did that involved money ever ended well. you wiped your tears, pulling the sheets over your cold body. you willed away the heartache, the pulsating headache, and everything else racing through your mind, and drifted of to sleep.

the following day at work, an unfamiliar man appeared. no room reservation, no name. just a briefcase and a question.

“would you like to play a game?”

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❪ notes ❫ . i’ve been working on this all day today and yesterday, and think it might be the longest chapter i’ve written ever???? anyways enjoy bcos it’s just about to get worse from here :)

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[mommy-mortis]

"Friend"

Remmick x Black!reader

Prompt: "Your husband sure works late a lot, huh?"

Notes/Warnings: Smut, cheating, emotional affair, guilt, past miscarriage

The world had just began to undress itself from the night sky, when you became conscious. Outside the morning dew covered your lawn, while you laid in bed.

Not making a sound, as if waiting for a cue, a cue that came in the form of your husband, Gerald. Rolling out of bed, sighing and yawing while walking to the bathroom shower. A switch is flipped, and you jump out of bed as soon as the bathroom door closes.

“Socks, underwear, undershirt,” you mumble to yourself as you layout your husbands clothes for work, then quickly get dressed yourself.

You make haste preparing breakfast, ‘Everything has to be perfect.’ You think to yourself as you place your husband's plate on the table. Standing near the table, back straight with an inviting smile, you wait for your husband to come downstairs. “Good morning Gerald.” You try to force your words to sound as sickly sweet as possible, to cover up the bitter taste his name left on your tongue, like a chaser.

Giving you a grunt, and nothing else, he sits down to eat what you’ve laid before him in gusto. The smile on your lips begins to fade, he doesn’t stop eating to acknowledge your presence any further.

Staring at your plate, you debate whether or not to try and make small talk. Before any words can find their way to your lips, Gerald gets up from his chair, wiping his lips on the cloth that you had placed near his plate.

As if he had known you were looking for intimacy, he stares down at you with a look filled with contempt. You look back up at him, pleading for him to say something, anything to reassure you that things were fine, That the gape that had been growing wider between the two of you, would heal soon. A clear sound of annoyance came rattling from his throat, no kiss, no hug, just “Goodbye.”

Stuck in time and space, you watch Gerald leave for work. Words that you were dying to say, burned in your throat. Fighting to be released, but were stuck until the front door slammed behind him. “I love you, Gerald.” You sound so pathetic that it slaps you back into reality. You sit and finish your breakfast, then go about your day working around the house.

While you do housework, your thoughts are filled with questions. Where had the love gone? How could those same eyes, that had once been saturated with love, could now only hold hate? Before marriage you had been so sure of your love, you had met in college, he was on his last year, while you had only just started. Barely finished with your first year you had gotten pregnant, even though y’all had been careful to use protection.

Gerald insisted that you get married, and with marriage came with dropping out of college. He had convinced you that everything would be fine, that he would take care of you, and your child.

He had already graduated by that point, and had a promising future at his father’s dental clinic. He held you close after you told him the big news. “Even though this wasn’t part of the plan, I’ll take care of everything.”

Plan? you hadn’t known there was a plan, you soon grew to love your husband, but you hadn’t been thinking that far in the future, when you were fooling around. You had hinted at terminating the pregnancy but the way he had looked at you, let you know that there wouldn't be any other option, but for you to drop out and marry him.

So when Gerald held you close as you wept, trying to comfort you after you had miscarried, days after your shotgun wedding. Whispering words to calm you down, and reassure you that he still loved you, “Baby, we can try again.” You knew you couldn’t let him know that your tears had been ones of joy, you hadn’t wanted his child, you wanted to finish college. Figure out who you were as an individual, but you were trapped.

A knock at the door brought you out of your steady spiral downward, looking at the clock on the wall you hadn’t noticed the time passing so quickly, but you knew exactly who it was at your door, at this time of night.

Your neighbor across the street Remmick, had moved around here a while ago, and for the most part he was polite, especially for a white man. You don't know what made him move into a predominantly black neighborhood, but he never caused any problems, and for the most part kept to himself.

Remmick had told you he was a piano teacher, he could play multiple instruments, but teaching piano was his main trade. He had offered to give you a few lessons at a discounted price, but you declined.

Instead you asked him about the ring on his finger, he had told you he was a widow, and you felt silly about pointing it out. It wasn’t like he was trying to get with you, he was just offering his services, besides you were a married woman.

Before you really got to know each other, your mind and eyes would often linger on the home of the white man, that lived across the street. Who's blinds were always closed, and who never came out in the daytime.

The knocking continued until you answered it. Standing on your porch with a smile that you could tell was genuine, as it was excited, from your neighbor Remmick. “Well hello pretty lady, how are you doing tonight?”

Smiling while rolling your eyes at his overt use of pet names, they had caught you off guard when you first met, but you soon became accustomed to them. “I'm fine Remmick, what are you up to tonight?” He takes a look around, as if he was lookin’ for nosy neighbors.

“Oh you know, just stopping by to see my best girl.” Y’all been talking for awhile, Remmick liked to tease you by flirting with you, and you hated how much you liked it, he had become your only source of companionship, since things have only gotten worse, between you and your husband.

You smile, but try to set boundaries. “Remmick I'm not your best anything remember? I'm a married woman.” He playfully rolls his eyes, “Is your husband home tonight?”

“No, he's working late again.” Your smile never leaving your lips.

“Oh I see, working late again.” He sounds giddy when he says it.

You nod at him, and he nods back at you with a coy smile. “Well since ya’ husband ain’t home- he wouldn’t mind if I took you for a drive, right?” Keys dangling from his finger, he motions his head towards the powder blue, Ford Mustang Convertible in his driveway.

You give him a shy smile, leaving your door open just enough to peek inside, to see you grabbing a cardigan. Closing the door behind you, you step out onto your porch, to find Remmick offering you his hand. Hesitating for just a second, you mimic Remmick, looking around for anyone that maybe sitting on their porches late at night.

Placing your hand on top of his, he guides you across the street to his drive way, into the passenger side of his car, getting you situated before jumping in, and driving. Sometimes it felt wrong, but this was the only bit of fun you allowed yourself, you weren’t doing anything bad, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Ever so often, when It seemed you needed it the most, Remmick would invite you out for a drive up to the mountains. You’d talk, and sometimes he’d even sing you a song or two, depending on how late it was.

The wind caresses your face as he drives, ever so often you catch him looking over at you. You wished he would focus more on the road, than your face, but y'all made it there safely. He parks right underneath one of the trees, near the cliff over looking the valley below.

“Did ya’ hear about them legalizing interracial marriage?” You hadn’t expected Remmick to bring that up, but you had heard about it over the radio a couple months ago.

“I mean it never stopped people before.” Humans are humans after all, they can’t help who they love.

“Ya.” He smiles.

“Yeah.” You smile back at him.

“Would you ever?” He sounded like a school boy, you wondered what got him all shy.

“Ever what?”

“You know.” He taps on his wrist, than yours.

“I... well.. I’m married, and God forbid anything happens to Gerald...” You give a second to answer. “But why not, as long as we got on nicely.” Pausing you look over at him “What about you?” You don’t know why, but you find yourself holding your breath, waiting for his answer.

“Me?” He looks a little shocked, that you even asked him, “Well, if I ever did fall in love, she has to be a friend.” Smiling, you try to ignore why his answer pleases you so much. “Just like you.” He places a hand on your knee.

You look away, your body burning hotter than a candle, that Remmick personally lit. His hand slowly makes it’s way from your knee to your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

You almost throw your head back, and moan. “Everything okay Baby girl, you’re real quiet all of a sudden.” He says almost panting, you place your hand on top of his, before he can go any further, no matter how badly you wanted him to continue.

“Yes.” Doing your best, not to rub your thighs together in front of him. “It’s getting chilly though, maybe we should get back.” Hand still on your thigh he looks like he wants to devour you. “Are you sure maybe-”

Not giving him a chance to finish his sentence, you force the next words out of your lips. “My husband will be back home soon, and while I know your intentions are pure, Gerald might not understand, and forbid you from visiting me.”

“Who said my intentions are pure?” he says looking at your lips.

“What..?” ‘What a shameless flirt.'

Releasing your thigh, he places both his hands on the steering wheel, giving it a squeeze, you can hear the material groan. He closes his eyes as if in contemplation, or prayer. “You’re right it’s gettin’ colder, lets get you home.” The rest of the drive is silent, but the tension was thick enough to slice and serve.

Remmick pulls into his driveway, offering to walk you over to your door, but you decline, not wanting to temp yourself more than once today. He looks a little sad by your insistence to walk home by yourself, but he still wishes you a goodnight. Kissing the back of your hand, almost making your knees buckle, you quickly take yourself home.

Walking over, you notice that only your car is in the driveway, you realize that your husband's still not back, maybe it’s for the best. Should you have let things go further? Should you have just stayed home? Remmick makes you feel things that you had thought had died within you a long time ago.

Making your way upstairs to your marital bed, while undressing in haste, you don’t know when your husband would be back, but you knew you needed to sate this pressure building in you.

Dressed in nothing but a nightie you turn off the lights to the bedroom, laying softly on your back caressing your thighs just like Remmick had up at the cliff. You had tried to tell yourself that it didn’t mean anything, you prayed that it didn’t mean anything.

The way he looked at you, made you feel like ice cream in mid July, and you so badly wanted to melt on his tongue. Moving your hands further up, you run your fingers over your cloth covered lips with one hand, and grope your breast with the other, so gently you wanted to cry.

“Remmick.” His name softly leaves your lips. You swear you didn’t mean to say his name, cursing yourself for not feeling this attraction towards your husband. Where had all this yearning been hiding when Gerald had asked to lay with you, almost every night until he finally stopped. You should be thinking of him, you should be waiting for him to get home to take care of this ache between your thighs.

Instead you rub circles over your clit, until you feel like a dam at capacity, overflowing, you can’t hold yourself back anymore. “Fuck, Remmick, please.”

Your hips lift off the bed meeting your fingers, “Remmick, I need you, Ah!” Panting you so badly you wish it was him touching you.

It isn’t until the fog of lust is lifted that the guilt comes crashing back, and you can’t stop the tears that fall, it had been you that pushed your husband away, until he didn’t even try to be intimate with you anymore.

But here you were, fantasizing about some white man across the street, truly there was no heaven for you, a dark but comforting thought comes to you, if you couldn’t enjoy earth together, maybe you could find each other in hell.

You fall asleep to that thought, and wake up with puffy eyes. Looking over at the clock on your nightstand you quickly jump out of bed, you had slept in. Gerald’s side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been used, but that couldn't be right? Had he let you sleep without waking you up? You have been tired lately, had he noticed, and let you get some rest?

You get dressed, and look for him around the house, you could at least tell him to have a good day at work. But you couldn’t find him, and his car wasn’t in the driveway. Your husband was working his fingers to the bone, while you were dreaming of the neighbor fingering you.

Feeling even more guilty, you immerse yourself in your daily chores, even working on things you have been neglecting, it’s the least you could do for having an emotional affair with Remmick.

When there’s a knock on the door, you think of ignoring it, you knew who it was, and you knew how dangerous it was becoming to be around him. You were trying to be a good wife, but he made it hard.

You finish what you’re doing, then go to greet your neighbor, When you open the door Remmick’s eyes glance to your fingers, giving you a knowing smile.

You don’t know why, but you feel as if he knows what you were up to last night, but unless he can hear through walls, and across the street, that couldn't be possible.

Clearing your throat, you had no interest in driving to the cliff today, today you were going to repent, while waiting for your husband to get home. You couldn’t confess to Gerald about your emotional affair, but maybe you could ask to start over. You had to try and dismiss Remmick as soon as possible.

“I’m kinda busy tonight Remmick, do you need anything.” He looks confused by your sudden change in attitude, had it been that obvious, that the highlight to your days, had been Remmick’s visits.

If you were going to have any chance, at getting over your little crush, you were going to have to distance yourself from him.

“Is your Husband home?” He didn’t sound as playful as he usually does, in fact he sounded bitter, this was perfect, if he gave you an attitude it would be easier to send him away. You don’t even know why you answered the door, was it because you felt some kinda loyalty towards Remmick?

He had been with you during some of your darkest and weariest of days, you felt bad for essentially throwing him away. You had to do this for your marriage. “No Remmick, but I want to be here when he gets back.” He didn’t seem to like your answer, giving an awkward laugh and looking around, as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Your husband, sure works late a lot, huh?” Your blood runs cold, the way he said it, you knew what it looked like, “I know what it looks like, but my husband's not cheating, he's just busy. Gerald’s a good man, he's a hard worker.”

He looks unconvincingly taken back by what you’re saying. “Hey now Baby girl, I never said what I thought he was, or what I know he’s up to. I'm just saying you look a little lonely is all.” He walks a little closer towards you shyly, words not matching his demeanor.

“If you let me inside, maybe I can help with that... or you can come over to mine, and I could teach you something.” He bites his lip lustfully, looking you up and down.

The promise of something more than piano lessons, laid heavy in the air. It hadn't been the first time he asked to come in, but you always declined him, you didn't think he'd hurt you, but you couldn't trust yourself, especially now.

It's been years since you've done anything intimate with Gerald, after the miscarriage, you hadn't even wanted to be touched, only giving in once in a while, but not truly being into it. After a while Gerald stop asking to touch you, and then Remmick came around, and you found yourself wanting to be touched again, just not by your husband.

That's why you had to turn him down, no matter what you and your husband were going through, you couldn't do that to Gerald. You're not sure if it's because you didn't want to break his heart, but you knew it was because you didn't want to break yours. Your morals just wouldn't let you find comfort in another mans arms, especially not some white man across the street, no matter how much your eyes lingered, and your heart beat, being around Remmick was dangerous.

Instead of answering with a yes or no you decide to just lie.

“It's getting late, so I'm going to make my way to bed-” you can barely finish your sentence before Remmick, hit and runs you with his question.

“Can I join you?”

“What...?” You hadn’t expected him to say that.

“Well if your husband's not there…” He looks behind you, then back into your eyes, and you wonder if he knew how hard it was for you not to let him in. “Remmick I'm a married woman.” You say like a mantra, avoiding to tell him no.

He tilts his head to the side, pouting. “Yea and if you were married to me, you'd never spend a night alone.” Is his behavior because of what you talked about the night before? You don't know what had gotten into him tonight, he had never been so foreword before.

You don’t know what makes you say it, but you regret it as soon as it leaves your lips. “Great, I’ll just jump from one loveless marriage, to another.” You meant to make a joke to change the tone, but there was too much honesty in your words for him not to take it as a confession. A confession that you were in a miserable, loveless marriage, you clamp your hands over your mouth in embarrassment.

“I think it's best you leave, now.” He steps all the way forward, and for a second you think he’s going to reach for you, hold you like your body craved. You debate whether or not to stop him, but he stops on his own, at the doorway, leaning on the arch. “Oh come on now sweetheart, I'm bearing my soul to you. "You shake your head, trying to get the thought of him putting his hand on your waist, out of your mind.

“No, what you're doing is confusing me, you know I'm married, and you're tempting me to do something I know I'll regret.”

Tilting forward with a smirk plastered on his face, “I tempt you?”

“Leave.” Your voice grows hard, you were tired of playing these games with him. “Don't come back until you know how to talk to a married woman.”

Pushing off from your doorway, he places both his hands in his pockets. “Baby girl, I ain't mean to disrespect ya’.” You cross your arms and turn your head, letting him know that you didn’t want to hear a lick of what he had to say.

“I’ll leave, but In case you change your mind, you know where to find me.” He motions his head towards his house. Voice overflowing with yearning, “No matter the time.” Turning around to leave you watch as he slowly makes his way home, pausing to look at you just one more time, before closing his front door.

You wonder if he had yearned for you, like you had yearned for him last night, with your name on his lips, like his was on yours. You close the door behind you, your guilt over taking you. To keep your mind off Remmick, you try to keep yourself busy, you had already crossed a line when you had called out his name while touching yourself, you didn’t know how much longer you could resist him.

While organizing things in your bedroom, you thought about how you truly had grown to love Gerald, so you had been so confused when you had noticed holes in old contraceptive, in the bedroom dresser you were cleaning out.

After the first miscarriage you tried to explain to Gerald that you needed time to heal, and he seem to understand, even vowing to use a condom to make you feel more comfortable. Truthfully, you hoped that Gerald would forget about the whole baby business, and maybe even let you go back to school.

The rage you felt was indescribable, he had tricked you, had he done this just to trap you, he had spoken of plans, had this been it? You don’t wait for him to come home, but instead drove to his place of business.

When you get there the receptionist that was usually in front was missing, you had once asked your husband for a job as a receptionist at his fathers business, since he wouldn’t allow you to go back to school.

He had turned you down, stating that the girl he had picked, had already finished college, and was a better choice. You agreed with him, she was a nice woman, never gave you any trouble when you would bump into her, while dropping off items that your husband may have forgotten at home, you would even say that you were cordial with her.

Though it still hadn't surprised you when you found him balls deep in her, he had already lied about the contraceptive, why wouldn't he lie about why a dentist would need to stay at work, hours past it’s hours of operation.

Not even pausing you swing on him, unfortunately he caught your wrist mid swing while still in her, pushing you away, almost knocking you to the floor, his receptionist had the good graces to at least look embarrassed. Covering herself up, she sprinted from the room, apologies on her lips.

Charging at him again, you try to hit him just like before, and just like before he grabs your wrist this time giving both of them a squeeze, making you cry out, while giving you a violent shake.

“Why!?” You ask “Why, why, why” Hysterical, you slump forward. Why did he have to fuck with your contraceptive, why did he have to marry you, why couldn’t he let you go to college. His voice was colder than you had ever heard, no longer feeling the need to pretend to care.

“Because I could.” Releasing your wrist he let you drop to the floor. “Because you let me.” He sneers at you. “Now take your ass the fuck home.” Walking out of his office he only looks back once, “And never, come to my Job again.”

It takes you a bit of time to get off the ground, but when you do you get back into your car and drive home. Your husband must be sleeping somewhere else tonight, when you get back his car is not there.

You park in your driveway, just sitting there quietly until you get the feeling you’re being watched. Unbuckling your seat belt, you turn around to see Remmick, watching you through his window, curtains slightly pulled back.

Slowly exiting your car, you shut the car door and begin to walk towards your house, but you pause, looking back to see him still staring at you. Your hands ball into a fist, a typhoon of emotions rages inside of you, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck it.” Before you can stop yourself, you find yourself walking towards his porch with purpose, and before your knuckles can even touch his door, it swings open and he pulls you in. Like he said, no matter the time. Not wasting anytime he holds you tight, seeing the tears on your face “What’s wrong baby girl.”

You laid everything you had been holding in on Remmick’s shoulders, the dreams you gave up, your subconscious choice to stay naive about Geralds affair, and the hole that only Remmick had been able to fill.

You talked his ear off until the sun began to slowly creep over the horizon. He didn’t say anything, just listened as you cried, until your tear ducts were dry and you felt nothing, hating the silence that felt louder than your own heartbeat you look him in the eyes.

“Can you play for me?” You motion towards the piano in his foyer, smiling he softly grabs your hand leading you over by the piano, sitting down as you stand beside him.

“The very first time that I saw your brown eyes, Your lips said "Hello" and I said "Hi”

You wondered when Remmick had begin to develop feelings for you, but as you listened to him play you noted that it may have been from the very start.

“I cherish every moment that we share”

You watch as his fingers play with the keys, sliding over each one with the intent of confessing everything he had wanted to tell you, but you were to scared to hear.

“And if I ever fall in love again I will be sure that the lady is a friend”

You no longer wanted to pretend that you didn’t feel the same way about him, you were tired of holding back for a man, that was already out of your life.

“Very next time she will be my friend-”

You stand right behind him, draping your body over his back you feel him lean into your warmth, while his fingers still moved across the keys. He moves his head to the side, letting your lipstick mark his neck, moaning as you slowly move your hands down the side of his body, your hands stop at his buckle.

You can hear his breath hitch, waiting for you to continue, only exhaling when you finally undo his belt. When you slowly massage his growing length, his fingers pause hovering over the keys as if he was just as touched starved as you, he looks back at you, eyes blown and darker than you remember.

“Remmick, I think I’m ready for a music lesson.” You say, leaning over to whisper in his ear. Lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue wets the bottom of his lip. He seemed meek compared to when he was trying to get you inside, now that you’re here he doesn’t look like he knows what to do next, so you take the lead.

Leaning in, you press your lips against his, holding the back of his neck, as you deepen the kiss. His hands shoot up to hold your hips, just to feel any part of you, he becomes more confident, and begins to unbutton the front of your dress, until your bra is visible.

You moan into his mouth as his fingers lightly brush against your nipples, hearing your reaction he moves from your lips, down your neck, to your breast. His tongue rubbing over your clothed nipple, until the area is damp with his saliva.

His hands make their way down your body, and under your dress, fingers softly tracing the outline of your pussy. Scared you might break he slowly slides your panties down, standing up, he let’s you work his pants down to his ankles.

Watching as his dick stands at attention, head dressed in a red blush letting you know it was eager to meet your acquaintance. Not being able to help yourself, you bend down, just to give it a kiss. Pre-cum already dribbling from the tip, Remmick’s hips buck foreword. “Fuck, sorry” He pant’s out your name, “it’s been awhile.”

He looks embarrassed by his hungry response, to a simple kiss to the tip of his dick. Instead of giving him the look of disapproval he expects, you grab his dick giving the tip a long lick. “Fuck, sweet heart, please.” You notice how desperate he is for release.

‘How had you held back so long?’ He doesn’t look like he can take much more, he begins to beg, calling out your name. “Please, let me come in you.” You smirk nodding your head, this level of desire aimed towards you is intoxicating.

You place your hand on his shoulder, and tell him to sit back down on the piano bench. He quickly sits, facing the keys, unsure of what you’ll do next.

Facing him, you place his hands on your hips, to keep you steady as you lift your dress to saddle him. Watching the expressions on his face change, as you slowly sink on his length, taking your time to fit all of him inside of you.

Remmick stretches you so nicely, you never knew you could feel so full, you watch as his head tilts back, eyes rolling back, as you move your hips, finding a rhythm that feels right. Your eye lids scrunch up, you don’t know if it’s just because it’s been so long, but you didn’t know sex could feel so good.

You pick up the pace needing to feel all of him in your guts. “Fuck, Hon-” He can barely get his words out as his hand shoots foreword, gripping at the keys in front of him, notes mixed with your moans filled his home making a sweet symphony.

A loud knock at his door, makes you both jump, snapping your heads toward the entrance. It’s not hard to guess who it is, the knocks get so loud that you contemplate getting off of Remmick, and going back to your husband.

Realizing the inner struggles going on in your head, and what you’re thinking of doing, when you lift up from his lap, Remmick grabs your hips, slamming you back down on his dick. Moans are ripped from your throat, as he begins lifting his hips to thrust into you with all that he is made of.

He grabs your chin, “Look at me My love!” Thoughts of going back to Gerald slowly leave your mind. “GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!” You stare into Remmick’s eyes. “Nothing out there matters.” You sure your moans can be heard from outside, when you hear your husband scream.

“YOUR NOT JUST GOING TO GET AWAY WITH FUCKING MY WIFE!” ‘Fucking hypocrite.’ You try to turn your head towards the entrance again, but Remmick stops you by pressing his lips against yours, the slapping of your flesh overlapping the banging at the door, he fucks into you, until your head is spinning.

Both of you are panting, while your bodies beg for release, his lips move over yours, “Mine, your mine, not his, not anymore.” You nod ignoring every sound that wasn’t of you and Remmick’s moans. “Mo Anam Cara!” You’re not sure what he’s saying, but that doesn’t stop you from returning his sentiments, “I love you Remmick.” You moan out loud enough for the world to hear.

As you come on his dick, you can feel as he coats your insides, his eyes clenches tightly as he pushes deeper into you. He holds you tightly, as if he’s scared that you will disappear once he opens them.

The knocking stops.

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She was already ruined before the door opened. Arms stretched and bound to the corners of the bed with silk ties. Legs parted and trembling, locked into position by the subtle strength of Lewis's hands and the cruel consistency of the vibrator pressed directly against her swollen, soaked clit. The second one was buried deep inside her, thick, merciless, humming against her walls on max.

Her body was soaked in sweat. Skin flushed, eyes wet. Her wrists ached from how hard she'd pulled at the restraints earlier, like some part of her thought she could get away. But Lewis hadn't let her. He never did. Not when she was like this, all tears and moans and full-body trembles.

"You wanted to cum again," he murmured, voice low and sweet, seated calmly beside her on the mattress, "so this is what happens."

"Lewis-" her voice cracked, wrecked. "Please, please, it's too much-"

His fingers brushed her jaw gently, tracing the tear tracks down her cheek. "I know, baby," he said softly. "You're doing so well. So fucking beautiful like this."

She was barely breathing. Every sound that left her was a broken sob or a choked moan. Her body convulsed every few seconds- another ruined orgasm crashing through her whether she wanted it or not. She had no idea how many it had been. Her head was floating. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

Lewis's hand was on her belly, pressing her down when she tried to squirm away from the pressure. "Stay still," he said.

"I c-can't-"

"Yes you can."

And then, mid-sob, mid-spasm, mid-please no more, the door opened. It wasn't loud. Just the soft click of the handle and the heavy sound of a man's shoes on the hardwood floor. Her eyes flew open. Lewis didn't flinch.

Toto Wolff stepped into the room and froze in place.

He hadn't expected this. No warning. Just walked in with some casual post-dinner intention, maybe to ask Lewis a question, maybe to say goodbye, only to be hit with the sight of her: naked, tied down, flushed and soaked and coming again, her body writhing against the bed like she was being punished for breathing.

"Fuck-" Toto exhaled, almost a whisper. His hand twitched on the doorknob. "I didn't-"

Lewis glanced over, unbothered. Smiling. "You're already here," he said, voice low. "Might as well help."

Toto didn't move at first.

She was staring at him now, wide-eyed, glassy, humiliated. Her whole body flushed a deeper red. But she didn't stop moaning. Couldn't. The toys were still going, tearing another orgasm out of her as she lay bare beneath them both.

Toto took one step forward. Then another.

"Are you-" he started.

Lewis tilted his head. "She's fine."

"Doesn't look like it."

"She begged for this," Lewis said calmly. "She said she wanted to be used. She said she wanted to be ruined."

Toto's eyes dropped down her body,  the slick, the shaking, the way her legs spasmed when another wave hit her. "She doesn't look like she can take much more."

Lewis's smile deepened. "That's the point."

She let out another sob. Toto stepped closer. Now at the edge of the bed. His voice dropped.

"She knows I'm here?"

"She knows," Lewis said. "Don't you, baby?"

She nodded, barely. Her lip trembled.

Lewis leaned down, kissed her cheek. "She's shy," he said. "But not as innocent as she looks."

Toto's eyes dragged over her. He swallowed.

"I didn't know you... shared."

Lewis shrugged. "Not usually." A beat. Then, without breaking eye contact with Toto, he said, "But you've been looking at her for months."

Toto's jaw flexed. "That obvious?"

Lewis smirked. "Only to me."

Silence. The room pulsed with something unholy.

"Can I-" Toto stopped, voice hoarse. "Touch her?"

Lewis nodded. "Anywhere."

Toto's hands reached for her like she might break. One hand on her thigh. The other trailing up her ribs. He watched her face. Her eyes fluttered. Her breath stuttered. "She's so warm."

Lewis moved the vibrator slightly, and she screamed. "She's close again," he said. "Watch her."

Toto did. He watched every second of it, the way her spine arched, the way her wrists pulled hard against the restraints, the way her body betrayed her by coming again in front of two men with no intention of letting her stop.

Lewis reached down, finally turning the toys off. She sobbed in relief. Her body sagged like a ragdoll. "Good girl," Lewis whispered, brushing her hair back. "You did so well for us."

Toto was breathless. "Can I taste her?"

Lewis looked up, eyes dark. "She'd like that."

Toto moved slowly, reverently, kneeling between her legs. He didn't even hesitate, just leaned in and dragged his tongue through her soaked folds, groaning when she whimpered.

She moaned again. A low, desperate sound.

Lewis grinned. "See?" he murmured. "Told you she liked it."

Toto sucked her clit into his mouth. She screamed.

Lewis moved beside her, stroking her jaw, whispering into her ear. "Good girl," he said. "Let Toto have a taste. Let him know how sweet you are after I've wrecked you."

She was crying now. Moaning into the pillows. Hands clenched into fists, even tied down. Her entire body a shaking, overstimulated mess.

And then, because he had to, Lewis said it: "Don't come yet."

Her whole body convulsed. Toto looked up, lips wet, eyes dark. "She's fucking close."

Lewis smiled. "That's what makes it fun."

Toto didn't stop. Even when she shook her head. Even when she moaned please through broken breaths. Even when her thighs quivered and clenched and her hips arched up like her body was begging while her mind screamed no more. He stayed between her legs, tongue slick and steady, hands gripping her thighs with slow, possessive pressure. He was tasting her like he wanted to know everything, every ruined orgasm, every sob, every drop of Lewis's come that leaked out of her from earlier.

She was crying again. Of course she was. Tied to the bed, arms stretched, completely spread and helpless, her head tossed back into the pillow as her body betrayed her, hips rolling gently against his face like she couldn't help it, like her body needed to be used again.

Lewis watched from above. Shirtless now, fully hard again, cock resting against her cheek like a threat, a promise. "You're embarrassing yourself," he said gently, fingers stroking her temple. "Letting Toto eat you out like that when you just begged me to stop."

She let out a choked sob.

Toto groaned against her. "She's delicious," he muttered, licking back up her slit. "You really keep this to yourself?"

Lewis smirked. "Not anymore, apparently."

Toto gripped her thighs tighter. Sucked her clit into his mouth again.

She screamed.

"Don't you dare," Lewis warned. "Don't you even think about coming."

Her eyes flew open, wild, terrified, overstimulated beyond recognition.

"I c-can't- I-Lewis, please-"

"Did I say you could?"

She sobbed. Shook her head. Toto didn't stop. He flicked his tongue, slow and precise, dragging the tip along her clit like he was toying with a trembling live wire. Her body spasmed.

Lewis leaned in, whispered filth against her ear. "Such a stupid little baby. So cock-drunk you don't even know what's yes and no anymore. Just lying here letting us ruin you like it's the only thing you're good for."

She moaned so loud it echoed off the walls. Toto looked up. "She's right there. I can feel it."

Lewis reached down. Gripped her jaw. "Hold it." She trembled. "Hold. It."

Her hips twitched. Lewis leaned down, kissing her tear-streaked cheek. "That's my good girl." She whined. Guttural. Desperate. Toto pulled back just slightly, mouth glistening. "She's ready."

Lewis nodded once. Then he stood. Walked to the edge of the bed. And slowly began untying the silks around her wrists.

She sagged instantly. Wrists red. Limbs limp. She didn't move, didn't speak, just blinked up at the ceiling like her brain had short-circuited.

"She's done," Toto said softly.

Lewis gave him a look. "She's never done."

He pulled her up gently, cradled, almost. Shifted her into his lap like she weighed nothing, letting her legs fall open across his thighs, pussy still twitching and wet. His hand slid between her legs and gently cupped her.

"Feel how fucking wrecked she is," he said, nodding toward her.

Toto did. Reached out. Fingers dragging through the mess. He groaned. "She's dripping."

Lewis kissed her temple. "That's what happens when you fuck her full and then make her beg."

She whimpered. He looked at her.

"You want a break, baby?" he whispered.

She nodded.

He smiled. "Too bad."

Then he looked up at Toto. "You want her mouth or her cunt?"

Toto stared. "Lewis-"

"Not a trick question," he said smoothly. "Pick."

Toto's throat worked. He was rock hard again, eyes blown, breath shallow. "Mouth."

Lewis nodded. "Get on the bed."

Toto moved without hesitation. Sitting at the headboard. Lewis lifted her, still limp, still soaked, and slowly guided her onto all fours, crawling her up between Toto's legs like she was a toy being repositioned.

Toto sucked in a breath when she opened her mouth without being told. "Fucking hell," he muttered, guiding himself to her lips.

She moaned around him. The stretch made her eyes roll back. She was too far gone to care anymore. Lewis watched for a second. Then knelt behind her and pushed back inside her ruined pussy with a low grunt. She screamed around Toto's cock.

"That's it," Lewis growled, thrusting deep. "Let us use you."

Toto was breathing hard, watching Lewis over her shoulder. "She's shaking."

Lewis didn't stop. "She likes it."

They spit-roasted her like it was holy. One fucking her throat slow, steady, hand in her hair. The other wrecking her from behind, hips slapping her ass with every brutal thrust. She didn't even know what her body was doing anymore. She was a toy, a vessel, a hole.

And it was perfect.

"She's gonna come again," Toto panted.

Lewis slapped her ass. "Let her."

And she did. Loud, sobbing, trembling, legs giving out as her body spasmed between them, mouth still stretched around Toto's cock, pussy squeezing Lewis like she was trying to keep him inside forever.

Lewis grunted as he came, flooding her again. Toto followed seconds later, moaning her name like it meant something. When they pulled out, she collapsed into Lewis's lap, fully spent, body limp, lips red and wet, eyes barely open.

Lewis stroked her hair. "Good girl."

Toto sat back against the headboard, chest rising and falling. "Holy fuck," he whispered.

Lewis just smiled. "She's better when she breaks."

She thought it was over. Collapsed against Lewis's chest, her skin still flushed and trembling, lips bruised from Toto's cock, her legs completely numb. Her whole body was buzzing, fucked raw and wet and wrecked, heart hammering like it had no rhythm left.

Lewis was stroking her hair, voice quiet, grounding her in a lull of safety. "You did so good, baby.", "You're so beautiful when you cry like that.", "My perfect girl. My ruined little thing."

She didn't respond. Couldn't. Her head lolled against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. Her breathing had only just started to steady.

Then he shifted. Lifted her. She whimpered softly as he laid her back on the bed. "Wanna go again?" he asked gently, even though they both knew she had no say.

"No more," she whispered, barely audible.

He kissed her lips. "Wrong answer."

She gasped when the silk restraints were tightened again, around her wrists, this time above her head. Then her thighs were pushed apart again, loosely tied with a soft stretch between them to keep her spread, vulnerable, aching. "Lewis-please-" she sobbed.

"I know, baby," he whispered, mouth brushing her ear. "But you still haven't taken Toto's cock. And I don't think that's very fair."

Her stomach dropped. Her heart kicked. She turned her face, eyes wild and glassy, but Lewis just smiled.

"You let him use your mouth. You let me share your pussy. But you haven't let him fuck you yet. Not properly."

Toto was already moving at the foot of the bed. He'd been quiet. Stunned. But not hesitant. Not anymore. Not after tasting her. Not after watching her fall apart from just a few words. His shirt was off now. His cock already hard again. His jaw clenched with restraint as he watched her shake against the sheets.

"You don't have to-" she gasped.

Lewis cut her off. "Did I ask what you wanted?" She froze. She knew that tone. The command in it. The ownership. "You're mine," he continued, kneeling beside her, fingers trailing over her tits. "I decide who gets to fuck you."

Toto crawled onto the bed, eyes locked on her. "Lewis-are you sure-"

"She can take it," Lewis said. "Can't you, baby?"

She choked back a sob. Nodded.

"Good girl."

Lewis shifted, propped her hips up with a pillow, then kissed her forehead like he hadn't just sentenced her to ruin.

"Be gentle," he murmured to Toto. "But not too gentle."

Toto exhaled like he was trying to hold in years of want. His hand moved between her legs, fingers dragging through the slick mess of her pussy. "She's soaked."

"She's always soaked," Lewis said with a smirk. "Especially when she's scared."

Toto positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing to her entrance. She whimpered, eyes fluttering.

"Eyes on me," Lewis said.

She turned her head. Looked up at him. He was watching her, unreadable, almost reverent.

"You're gonna take him for me," he whispered. "You're gonna let another man fuck you because I told you to."

And then Toto pushed in. She screamed. Her back arched, wrists yanking at the ties, body locking tight around the thick stretch of him. It wasn't pain. Not fully. Just too much. Too full. Her pussy raw, nerves frayed, and now being filled by someone new, someone bigger. Slower. Less familiar.

"Fuck," Toto muttered, eyes rolling back. "She's tight."

Lewis smiled. "She's perfect."

Toto buried himself to the hilt. She was sobbing now, overwhelmed, helpless, hands clenched into fists above her head. But her pussy clenched around him like it wanted it, needed it.

Lewis leaned down, kissed her open mouth. "Such a good girl," he murmured. "Taking it for me. Letting yourself be fucked because I said so."

Toto started to move. Slow. Deep. Rolling his hips with deliberate control. He was careful, almost reverent — one hand gripping her thigh, the other braced against the bed as he watched her squirm beneath him.

She was shaking. "I c-can't-" she gasped.

"You can," Lewis growled, biting her neck. "And you will."

Toto moaned. "She's squeezing me so tight."

"She loves being used."

Her moans grew louder. Louder. Mouth falling open in wrecked, helpless ecstasy.

Lewis brushed her hair back. Looked into her eyes. "You want to come?"

She nodded, frantic.

"Then earn it."

Toto's pace picked up. His hips snapping into her harder now, rougher. Her entire body shook with each thrust, tits bouncing, thighs trembling.

"Say it," Lewis ordered. "Say whose cock is inside you."

She cried out.

"Lewis-"

He slapped her cheek lightly. "Wrong. Say it."

Her voice broke. "T-Toto's-Toto's cock-"

Lewis kissed her. "Good girl."

Toto was groaning now, panting, eyes glazed as he pounded into her. "I'm gonna-fuck-I'm gonna come-"

"Fill her," Lewis said. "She's mine. I want her leaking both of us."

And when Toto came, hard, deep, body pressed to hers, she came too. Screaming, breaking, completely lost. Her wrists went limp. Her body spasmed. And Lewis held her as she shattered.

[kellykadesperate]

“I can’t handle you being nice to me.” + robron if you feel like it?

Robert makes sure he watches the whole thing. He should be heading into the ambulance and being treated for the gash on the back of his head and the ache in his lower back but he needs to see John be taken away in the police car. He needs to see the handcuffs go on, his head disappear into the car as it pulls away. 

Robert gets to see it all. He makes sure to look John right in the eyes as he goes.

Then he’s feeling a hand on his shoulder and Vic is standing there crying her eyes out. 

“Come Rob, we need to get you checked out.” Vic says quietly and Robert goes with her because he can’t have her worrying about him right now. Not now he’s been the one to expose their brother for the absolute lunatic he is. A murderer.

John killed Nate, John nearly killed him. Robert thinks about it whenever he shifts his head just slightly. Maybe he’ll always have an ache there. He’s certain they’ll be a scar. 

“What happened?” Vic wipes her face and Robert stares down at her. They’re in a private room now. Robert is waiting for stitches to be put in and Vic has questions, she has so many questions that Robert can’t answer right now.

“He came at me.” Robert forces out. “I blacked out.”

“When did Aaron show up?” Vic asks.

It makes something shift in Robert’s chest completely. Aaron. “He – what do you mean?”

Vic frowns like Robert is worrying her. “Do you not remember? He was the one who saved ya.”

Robert doesn’t quite remember that. Then he closes his eyes and hears someone telling him to stay with them. He thought he’d made it up. 

“I was out cold.” Robert tries to explain.

Vic nods and then wraps her hands around Robert’s. “I’m so sorry. For everything.”

Robert shakes his head and it hurts, it crashes through him and makes him feel lightheaded. “It’s not your fault.”

“I welcomed him in, I was so lonely.” Vic scoffs and then wipes at her eyes again. “I thought it was a miracle, him showing up. How mad am I?”

Robert knows it isn’t the time to say anything about him being right, he knows that there’s going to be conversations and tears and he’s going to bring up their dad and always feeling second place but it won’t happen now.

“You weren’t to know.” Robert says quietly. 

“I could have lost you.” Vic says.

“You didn’t. I’m still here.” Robert tells her. “Vic, where’s Aaron?” He has to know, it feels like the only thing that matters right about now. 

Vic frowns again. “I’m – I think he was brought in as well. He had to go before you, he wanted to wait but they were still working on you.”

Robert faintly remembers being surrounded by people, hands on his head and chest and being told to stay awake. He chews his lip a little. “OK.” He says and maybe Vic thinks that’s the end of it but it can’t be. 

Robert waits until his stitches are in and Vic is getting them both a coffee and then he makes his escape to search for Aaron. Robert wanders around the hospital a little aimlessly until he finds that he’s circled right back to his own room. 

Aaron’s sitting on the chair right outside. He looks up as soon as Robert stops walking.

“Rob?” Aaron’s chin goes all wobbly and then he’s crying. 

Robert let his feet carry him towards Aaron. Then they’re hugging. Robert squeezes his eyes shut and tries to remember the last time he hugged Aaron and it wasn’t sad and tragic and painful. He’ll never forget the time before this. He’ll never be able to wipe the memory of having to pry himself away from his husband and say goodbye the way he did in that prison visiting room.

“Shit, sorry.” Aaron panics as his hand comes up to cradle Robert’s head and Robert winces in pain.

“It’s OK.” Robert says gently. He has his Aaron’s voice on. It’s come on automatically. 

Aaron shakes his head and the tears just fall so easily. His eyes are red and his hands are shaking as he looks at Robert. “None of this is OK, are – how can you even think that?”

Robert doesn’t know if he has the metal capacity to argue back.

“He could have killed you. He wanted to kill you. You.” Aaron’s breathing goes all funny and he starts crying harder. Robert feels it, he genuinely feels like his heart is breaking.

“Aaron, I’m OK.” Robert takes a step forward.

“You could have died. If he killed you, I would have –” Aaron has that intense look on his face. Robert remembers it well. It’s when he’s being deadly serious, just before he’s about to say something mad. “I’d have died too. I wouldn’t have survived it, not you. Not if it was – not you.”

“But you saved me.” Robert says, he tilts his head down. “You knew to come and find me. You.”

Aaron looks down. “I was the reason you were there in the first place. I trusted that absolute piece of –” He makes this painful sound. “You nearly died.” Aaron keeps saying it, over and over and over again.

Robert blinks back tears and holds Aaron's hand until they’re back in the quiet of his room. He tells Aaron to sit down on the bed and he watches as Aaron comes back to himself slowly.

“Do you want some water?” Robert asks.

Aaron looks up and scowls a little. “I should be asking you that.” He says and then he breathes out gently. “I can’t handle you being nice to me.”

Robert arches an eyebrow. “Well tough.” He says.

Aaron shakes his head. “I can’t believe I was so – stupid.” He says. “This is – this feels like a nightmare.” He pulls a hand over his face and then leans himself into Robert. It feels so natural, Robert wants to cry.

After what feels like hours of this gentleness, Aaron pulls away and then rests his forehead against Robert’s. 

“You know –” Aaron’s breath hitches again like the words are stuck in his throat. The thing is, Robert has always known but today has turned it all technicolour. He’s never been more certain.

Robert presses firmer against Aaron’s forehead. “I know.” He whispers.“I love you.” Aaron says anyway.

[vxnillabxn]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x gn!reader ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭

𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭

﹙♡﹚i'd simply never leave, but that's me though !!

zayne was always out and about; attending conferences abroad, giving lectures, going on long trips for research purposes, you name it.

you were used to it, though you missed him a lot.

you two made sure to call each other during breakfast, at lunch, and by dinnertime. no matter the time difference, no matter the jet lag on his part; he'd always stop to share a meal with you through the phone.

now, in terms of clinginess, you usually kiss him and hug him, making sure he knows you'll miss him, and that you'll pepper his whole body with loving pecks once he's back.

no tears when you say goodbye at the airport, nor the train station. you smile sweetly and wave, hoping he returns safely back to you.

zayne usually kisses you back and gently pats your head, assuring you he'll be back sooner than you expect. so, it's safe to say none of you are into dramatic displays.

until now.

it was finally your turn to go abroad for the first time, and this man was frantic.

“i prepared a medicine bag for you. have you packed it yet?”

he says. his tone is flat, but his eyebrows are furrowed. this man means business.

“yes, zaynie. already packed!”

he nods softly.

“five extra pairs of underwear?”

no way.

“zayne, i think that's… that's a bit over the top, isn't it?”

he fixes his glasses, looking down at the list he wrote.

yes, the list of things he has to remind you of.

“you never know.”

you want to laugh, but it'd be rude to make fun of how serious he is about a one-week trip.

you triple-check with him, and once you go to the airport, the poor man is stressed.

“don't hesitate to contact me. if you need anything at all, text me. should you need money, i'll transfer it to your account. do not talk to strangers…”

he goes on and on. his tone is serious, calm, gentle, but his grip on your shoulders is tightening as he keeps talking.

“…mind you, those are the pink pills, not the red ones. if your sugar goes low, look for the granola bar i left in the bottom left pocket—”

“zaynie…”

“if you need me there, i'll see what i can do—”

“zaynie…?”

“remember you have to hydrate yourself. i checked the weather forecast and it says the temperature will rise as high as—”

“zayne!”

you finally stop him. you've never heard him talking so much before. he was almost lecturing you; making sure you understood every single word.

he stops, looking down at you with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

he blinks twice, ears turning a bit red.

“love… i'll be alright. i'll be back in a week, okay? i promise i will take care of myself; i'm strong.”

he sighs, taking your hands in his.

“that doesn't make you less precious to me.”

he says earnestly. his gaze is softer, his hazel eyes are genuinely worried, and you can't resist how vulnerable he looks right now.

you smile, pulling him down by his tie to kiss him. it is a long yet sweet kiss, making it hard for him to pull back.

but when he does, he presses his forehead against yours.

“come back to me, my love. promise me.”

it comes out as a breathless plea, and it makes you melt. you cup his cheeks and nod quietly.

soon enough, you smile up at him.

“i'll always do, i promise.”

with that said, you were thankful he left you at the airport three hours before your flight, because you had the best hour and a half to spend with him, going all over your luggage again so he could be at peace.

you'd make sure to be as doting next time he goes abroad, too.

[bbina]

the joint meeting went longer than expected

you can see the exhausted faces of karina and giselle from across the table. giselle's poor soul had to explain the entire visual board she had prepared all day (and probably all night too) yesterday that screamed and bodied zhong inc. and had to answer every question jaemin had thrown her way

well, what did you expect from the eccentric mind of jaemin. not to mention hyuck was added to the mix in this meeting since PR rollouts were also discussed in the meeting

you don't really know what happened in the next few discussions. it was like you just subconsciously went to auto pilot mode because the rest of the meeting felt like it went by a blur. you were still jotting down notes and taking down minutes because you do have to send it through everyone's inbox at the end of it

it's been a long day basically

the sound of chairs scrapping and applause brought you back to your senses

"thank you for the time" you hear chenle say, shaking hands with jaemin and jeno, who flashes you a smile

you quickly scramble your notes as you turn to look for winter but before you could actually walk away, you feel someone grab your arm. you look up to see it was chenle

he leans down, whispering something in your ear

"you looked a bit zoned out halfway through the meeting" he says casually. you can hear the smirk from his tone of voice

you freeze for a second before looking up at him. blinking once. twice

"i was still taking notes" you point out, "i mean who wants to sit through a 4 hour long meeting taking notes about hex codes, blending options and textures every 5 minutes"

chenle chuckles at your reaction. "there she is. the assistant i have grown to know for the past month" he teases before pocketing his hands in his suit pockets and walking off to god knows where

you take this moment to take a good look at your team. who all looked like they just survived a whole marathon with how sluggish they were moving. hyuck especially

"thank fuck this meeting is over" he calls out dramatically, leaning onto mark for support who immediately pushes him away causing him to land on giselle

"hyuck get off i'm tired!" giselle complains, taking the brunt of hyuck's weight as he leans onto her side

"hyuck.. stop it.. she's going to have a B.F" karina warns, voice tired

"what's a B.F?" mark quips

"a bitch fit" giselle murmurs, loud enough for the team to hear. hyuck immediately gets off of her and sits back down on a chair

you laugh weakly at the overall atmosphere of the team before you force yourself to find winter. all you wanted to do right now was to go home and lay on your bed

"hey miss assistant" winter greets sweetly, finding you instead. you offer her a tired smile before handing her a folder that contains the printed materials your team had presented

"here's ours" she says, taking your folder out of your hands to swap it with their folders

"thank you" you smile, "i can't wait for this day to end. i just want to sleep" you yawned, glancing up at the digital clock that was in the middle of the conference room

"oh i can tell. halfway through the meeting you out! i'm moved with the way you were still flawlessly doing your job by taking down the minutes" she laughed, recalling the scene in her head. winter even wanted to snap a photo but that would just disrupt the meeting

you feel yourself burn of embarrassment. chenle also said the same thing

"don't say that" you shushed her, "... was it really that obvious that i was zoned out?" you ask, lowering your voice

winter bursts out laughing at your question. "girl, i wanted to take a picture so bad! but you know, be professional as your boss would probably say" she teases, nudging you

you give her a look. what was she on about

"your boss was looking at you multiple times throughout the meeting. i guess he could tell you were mentally not there" she giggles, covering her mouth with the folder you gave her

"it was nice seeing you again winter. byeee" you bid goodbye, turning on your heel, ignoring her fits of laughter and before she can say anything else

you walk back to the team first to tell them that you'd be leaving the room first to arrange everything before you send out emails to everyone

everyone just groans and mumbles out words of acknowledgement. looks like it wasn't just you who just walked out of hell (aka this obnoxiously long overdue joint meeting)

chenle looks up, hearing your announcement to the team. he then glances at his watch for the time

its almost the end of the day

somehow he knows that you won't be clocking out just yet. force of habit is one would say

after all, who else make you stay up til late to finish a report that could easily be done the next day?

it's him

and only him.

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

it didn't take you long to compile the joint meeting's minutes. you only highlighted key points from the meeting to save yourself some time and now all that's left is to send the file to everyone's inboxes before you can finally go home

click. email(s) successfuly sent

with a soft sigh, you closed your laptop and tucked it in your bag before finally getting up from your desk to clock out and head home after a very long day

you step out of the company and you're immediately hit with the cool night air

the lot was basically empty minus some cars parked nearby and when you scan the vicinity, there you notice a tall figure leaning against a car

"took you long enough" a familiar voice rings

it was jeno

you blink a few times as jeno pushes himself off his (presumably) car and slowly walks up to you

"figured you'd stay a bit longer than the rest of your co workers and i was right" he smiles, pocketing his hands in his pockets

you let out an awkward laugh. errr... so what?

"i mean yeah. i'm the executive assistant while also being the liaison officer so recently i have been staying longer in the company.." you rub your neck awkwardly cause what the fuck

jeno laughs, his eyes turning into crescent moons

"of course. also not to mention i noticed you looked tired today during the meeting" jeno says, making small talk, "hope we aren't working you to the bone.. that'd be unfortunate" he jokes

your eyes widened. were you really that tired that it was obvious?

"...was it really that obvious"

"on the opposite side of the table yes" jeno muses, finding amusement in your reaction

"enough about me. what are you doing here alone, sir jeno? is sir jaemin and winter still inside?" you ask, looking behind you

jeno shakes his head no, kicking pebbles with his shoes

"no they just left actually. jaemin is just making sure winter makes it home safe so i'm just waiting for him here" jeno explains

"oh okay. that's nice" you nod your head slowly. well, that's good to know

"well if that's the case then i'll be making my way too then. see you around, sir jeno" you bow politely before turning to the other direction

but before you can even make it far, you hear jeno calling out for your name

"miss y/n! wait up!" jeno jogs after you

you stop in your tracks as you wait for him to say something. what did he want even after work hours?

"i can take you home" jeno offers kindly

you immediately open your mouth to reject his offer but he cuts you off before you could even utter a word out

"it's getting late and it wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to leave a lady like you to go home like this" he says, motioning to your attire and your bag that's hanging on your shoulders

you look down on yourself to see that he was motioning your heels. oh right. you were wearing heels today. not that you've felt that dull ache on your legs after being in them all day

you barely feel it anymore

jeno gives you some time to think about his offer. to him, this would also be a perfect opportunity to get to know you

"listen sir jeno.." you hesistate, "thank you for the offer but i'm fine. i can manage" you try to explain without making it weird, sheepishly smiling at the taller man

jeno frowns a bit and tries his best to convince you further

"c'mon i promise i don't bite. you're clearly exhausted and the last thing you want is to wait for the bus during rush hour when i'm right here" jeno tries gently, patting your shoulder

as much as you want to just ride a car and not take public transport, the mere thought of feeling indebted to someone you barely know is already clawing against your skin. you really don't like being indebted to someone— let alone your boss' new business partner

"y/n?"

you know that voice anywhere

slowly, you turn and you see chenle a few feet away from where you were currently standing. the first three buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned and he had his suit jacket draped over one arm. his expression was unreadable but the slight raise of his brows was unmistakeable

you turn your head back to check if jeno was watching but he simply tips his chin towards chenle's direction before diverting his attention back to you

"so, what do you say, miss y/n?"

"where are you going?" chenle asks, now moving near you and jeno

"home" you answer, glancing at chenle who was looking directly at you

"with him?" chenle blurts out almost immediately. there was a slight tinge in his voice that you can't really pinpoint what

"i don't see why not? i treat all my employees the same" jeno interjects smoothly, even flashing chenle his signature charming smile

little did jeno know, charming smiles don't work on ceo zhong chenle

"welp, i hate to be the bearer of bad news but y/n isn't your employee. now is she?" chenle smiles sarcastically at jeno

you blink at their interaction that's happening right in front of you. you've always had a little hunch that chenle might've find jeno a little intimidating because he was always a tad bit colder to them but this just sealed the deal

after a moment of heavy silence between the three of you, chenle suddenly turns to you

"where are you going again?" he asks again, this time his voice was a bit softer than earlier

"where else? home" you sigh, having enough of the two of them "so are we done here so i can finally get home and rest?"

you look between the two ceos who were both just looking back at you. heaving a sigh, you roll your eyes as you turn your back to them, heading towards to the bus stop when chenle suddenly grabs your wrists, halting you from walking further away

"i'll drive you home. i know where you live anyway" he says firmly and the way he was looking at you made you shiver a little. his gaze a little too intense for your liking like it was screaming "no objections"

not like you had any other choice anyway, you tug your wrist back before you nod your head yes

with that, chenle walks ahead first to the parking lot. you can only look at jeno apologetically

"sorry sir jeno. boss' orders" you murmured, shooting him an apologetic look

jeno only laughs in response and holds his hands out in mock surrender

"well, i'm certain you can't say no to that" he laughs softly

"y/n." you hear chenle calling out for you from the parking lot. with a sigh, you give jeno one last look before sheepishly walking away from him

"maybe next time, sir jeno. i'll be taking my leave now. take care on the way home" you wave goodbye as you sped walk towards chenle who was waiting by his car

jeno can only watch the way you and chenle interact from afar. the way chenle was impatiently tapping on his foot as he waited for you. the way you two seemed like you two had a small argument before he points towards the passenger door. although jeno noticed that chenle didn't fully get inside til he was sure that you got in first then he sees chenle looking at him before he gets in and shuts the door. the car then comes to life and not even a second later, you two are out of the parking lot of zhong inc

jeno stares at the car as it slowly disappears from his line of sight. jeno can't help but feel a smirk creeping up his face. he had a hunch that chenle didn't really like him that much ever since he made that off-handed comment about you

he can't help but feel like he needs to mess around with you more to see a reaction from him. it's not all the time you see a boss who's suspiciously overly protective of his assistant as of late

but who knows

and like it was on cue, jaemin had returned from dropping winter off at the subway station

"sorry i took so long. winter wanted to buy dinner before she got home" jaemin explains, walking up to jeno and smacking his shoulder

"what are you looking at?" jaemin raises a brow, following his line of sight

"nothing" jeno smiles before turning back to his car. "let's go home"

"alright" jaemin chirps, "we have a shit ton to do that's due on friday"

jeno hums, bringing the engine to life

"we sure do... we don't want to disappoint ceo zhong"

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

"seriously?" you ask, sitting in chenle's passenger seat as he speeds through the city, "what was that about?"

chenle leans his head on his left arm as he drives with the other. he raises a brow at your question

"what do you mean?"

"you and that stint you pulled with sir jeno" you say

chenle scoffs, "he was being pushy towards my employees. obviously i had to intervene"

now it was your turn to raise a brow. "he wasn't being pushy" you defend jeno, "he was just being... nice" for lack of better word

chenle shoots you a look that screams "are you serious"

you frown, not really understanding what was wrong with jeno's offer

it was silence after that inside chenle's car. chenle was nice enough to turn on the radio so you wouldn't have to suffer through the impending uncomfortable silence. since you were basically being held gun point to ride with him

you sit rigid against the plush leather seat. this wasn't the car you rode in last night

oh right. how could you forget? your boss was basically a billionaire of course he had a line of cars ready to be used at any given point in time and you just managed to ruin one

chenle steals a glance through his peripheral vision. he sees you awkwardly fidgeting while still holding onto your bag

"you can relax in here you know? i won't get mad at you if you leaned back against the seat" chenle says, breaking the silence

you purse your lips together as you awkwardly do what you were told. you hate to admit how comfortable this car was. or maybe this was just the drowsiness speaking. you've already had a long day and the little stint between the two ceos didn't help either

chenle notices your silence and steals another glance. he notices you almost half asleep. barely keeping your eyes open. the a/c hitting you right in the face

"comfy huh?" chenle muses, finally mustering the courage to finally take a real look at you but he's met with you knocked out against the window

"that was quick" chenle comments, reaching over to adjust the a/c and turning on the heat so you'd feel better. not like you'd know. you were out cold after all

chenle sighs as he checks the GPS again for the directions to your house. it wasn't that far nor it was near either. it was like a perfect balance and an ample amount of time to think if there was things to think about

like what happened earlier in front of the office with jeno

it's not like chenle had acted on impulse— in this case he probably did. he didn't know what came over him. seeing his assistant talk to his partner ceo and the fact it seemed like jeno was offering you a ride home? in front of his company? seriously?

nobody gives his employees any special treatment but me, chenle thinks to himself as he slowly drives into your neighborhood

wait a second. special treatment?

chenle shakes his thoughts away. what the fuck. he thinks to himself. this car ride was now taking a tad bit too long for him but one thing is certain for sure. jeno definitely rubs him the wrong way

he barely notices the tight grip he has on the steering wheel til the GPS beeps and announces that they have arrived at their destination. chenle quickly pulls up to the curb and parks the car

now his next dilemma is how to wake you up. he contemplates between himself if he should wake you up or let you wake up on your own. he was kind of leaning towards more on the latter. he didn't want to interrupt your deep sleep with the way your cheek was pressed against window

maybe you'd realize it soon, chenle thinks, shrugging at the thought. not that he had anyone waiting for him either way and he did like to car rot at times so he was fine with this

chenle adjusts his seat to his liking before whipping out his phone and starts scrolling through emails and his socials. all in the guise of waiting for you to wake up

. . . ᝰ.ᐟ

the bus was awfully chilly tonight

you try to cover your arms to have some warmth but you feel that your sitting position felt off. since when did your usual bus had plush leather seats that almost feels like a reclining chair?

you try adjusting yourself but that's when you feel that you were a bit restrained

that's strange. your usual bus didn't have seatbelts—

seatbelts?

you can feel yourself waking up little by little. your eyes flutter open and all you see is darkness at first. you immediately sit up and look around, trying to remember where you are

then you see chenle seated right beside you— well more like laying next to you as his car seat was all the way down, while scrolling on his phone

chenle sees you sit up and waves

"oh hey you finally woke up" he greets, sitting up too and adjusting his seat back to its original position

"where are we?" you ask, startled. still a little disoriented by just waking up

chenle adjusts the a/c again before he answers you so casually

"at your place"

you whip your head around and you see your building. oh wow, so you were home the entire time

"we got home and you didn't wake me up?" you complain, suddenly wiping your face in case you were drooling in his other car. you don't know if you could afford the cleaning with this one too

chenle laughs, scrolling on his phone. "you looked too peaceful to wake up"

you can feel yourself burn in embarrassment at the realization. fuck, your own boss saw you sleeping in his car

"figured you were tired so i just let you sleep for a while. no biggie" he shrugs

"and how long was this "for a while" ?" you ask, quoting his words

"for like an hour or so. i don't know, i didn't keep track" chenle mutters, barely even paying attention to you

an hour. you were sleeping in his car for an hour. the drive to get to your apartment wasn't even an hour. it was 30 minutes at best without traffic

so does that mean chenle had left the car running for over two hours?

you quickly whip out your wallet and pull out a bunch of cash and placed them on the empty cup holders

"what–"

"for gas. for dropping me off and letting the car run for an hour or even more" you say quickly

chenle immediately shakes his head no. he grabs the cash and hands it back to you

"it's okay. this car doesn't eat much gas" chenle hands back the cash

you shake your head, pushing his hand away

"you've done enough for the past two nights. i hate to be indebted to my own boss" you muttered

chenle makes a face and pushes his hand back to your lap again

"you're literally not indebted to me what are you talking about?" he retorts, "i keep telling you its fine. as your boss, you don't have to repay me, jesus"

you shake your head no, holding your hands out to prevent chenle from giving you back your cash

"i can't accept this sir zhong. just let me do this for my own sake. i don't think i can be normal at work knowing you've drove me home twice now and i didn't pay for the damages and the gas" you plead as much as its a little embarrassing to say out loud. you just had to get your point across

now chenle stares at you like you just grew a second head. what kind of personal principle was that?

but hey, chenle won't judge but chenle doesn't need your money and he honestly sees this as helping you back since you are his assistant and you technically fall under his radar now no matter what

silence envelops the car and you almost thought that you had him there. that he was gonna accept your money and tell you to get out since he had already dropped you off but what comes out of his mouth next almost gave you whiplash

"fine. you want to pay me back? you can pay me back by letting me drive you to and from work starting tomorrow"

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . PAY ME BACK

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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Despair - Part 1 - Frontman x reader (Squid games)

WARNINGS: SEASON 3 SPOILERS!! Guns, mention of death. heartbreak, lots of crying.

Notes: What did everyone think of season 3!? it took me on a whirlwind of emotions i'm not ready to acknowledge yet :) Anyway this will be a series like the Amorous series which you can find the first part of here. I hope you enjoy!

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours and hours felt like days since Gi-Hun, Young-il and the others left to fight for your freedom. You tried your best to join but Young-il wouldn’t let you, no matter how much you begged, no matter how much your promised to stay safe he left you. With a soft kiss goodbye and parting tears you watched as he walked out the door, shooting a final glance back at you. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, until suddenly Dae-ho runs in. You rush to your feet.

“Dae-Ho!? What’s happening where is everyone else?” he stares at you, his lips moving but nothing coming out as his whole body shakes. Calmly you place your hand on his arm and speak to him, slower this time. “Dae-ho, I need to know where the others are…do you know?” he nods his head but still doesn’t speak. Looking down you notice his arms full of ammo and your heart sinks knowingly. “Have they run out of ammo?” He nods again. Every solution swirls through your head as you figure out what to do, clearly Dae-ho is in no fit state to get this to them. “Can I have the ammo? I’ll take it to them?”

“Y/n no! you don’t even know where they are!” you hear player 149 speak. Dae-ho drops the ammo and rushes past you to a bed in the far corner. As you bend down to pick up the ammo player 149 rushes over and places her hand over yours, stopping you.

“Please, you have to let me, Young-il could be-“

“Young-il would want you to stay here and be safe” You look at her, you know she’s right but every fibre in your body is telling you to go. Slowly you shake your head and tug her arm away from yours.

“I’m sorry, but if there’s even the slightest chance of saving him, I have to” Before she could reply you pick up the ammo and rush towards the door. Suddenly, before you could reach the door pink soldiers came rushing in pointing their guns towards you and the others.

“Everyone on the floor now!” You stand still not moving until you heard player 149 shout.

“Y/N please…do as they say…. this is no way to die” Turning towards her, you let a single tear slip from your eye but continue to stand. Around you pink guards begin to line either side of the dorms, their guns pointing at each person. Behind you, you feel the tip of a gun press into your back.

“Player 118, on the floor now!” Defeated you drop the ammo and fall to your knees, it felt as if everything was in slow motion. Your cheek touched the cold floor, your eyes lingering on the door praying for young-il to run through and save you. You knew though…deep down that Young-il wasn’t coming back. Something in you turned then, all the light you held drained away, all the kindness…all the hope and joy…everything.

Soon after the guards received orders to return to their stations, leaving you all to return to your bunks. As you rise to your feet player 149 rushes over to you.

“Y/n honey. Are you okay?”  you look down at her saying nothing, your eyes emotionless, your silence deafening as you walk past her walking not towards your bunk but Young-Ils and sit where he once did. You lay on your side, resting your head against his pillow which still smelt like him and close your eyes. Everything comes back, all the memories…the yearning…. the secret touches when you thought no one else could see…the way he held you when you finally gave in to your impulses…everything. So you let go, you let the tears stream down your face as you hold the pillow tighter knowing that was all you had left of him. Suddenly the doors open and more pink guards rush into the room, this time holding a coffin. You slowly sit up, wiping your tears and watch as they place the coffin in the centre of the room before leaving once again. Confused like everyone else, you walk over to the coffin, looking around to see who had died yet seeing everyone very much alive.

“It must be one of the players that didn’t make it” Player 120 spoke. You breath in a sharp breath as she opens the lid of the coffin, Gi-Hun.

“No…” you whisper. Player 120 leans down to check his pulse.

“He’s alive” breaths of relief fill the air. “Here, help me bring him over to his bunk” you grab one of his arms and help them pull hm over to his bunk, placing him down carefully.

“I’ll stay with him” you speak. The others nod and begin to walk away. You turn your head to look at Gi-hun, blood covered his face, paired with blood running down the side of his head. “Oh Gi-hun” you whisper, taking his hand in yours. As you go to sit on the floor next to him you hear player 120 speak from the centre of the room.

“y/n…” reluctantly you look away from Gi-hun and over to player 120. She was holding something in her hand…it looked like a jacket. “I think this is for you...” Confused you leave Gi-Huns side and walk over to them. As you get closer your breathing becomes shallow, and your heart falls to your stomach. In her hand she held a jacket covered in blood. Beside her players 149 and 222 look towards you, pity clear in their eyes.

“Why would this be for me?” you whisper. Gently she places the jacket in your hand, and you look at her.

“I’m sorry…truly” you blink away the tears forming and look down. As you unfold the jacket your heart shatters and your breath catches in your throat. Looking down through tear filled eyes you see it….001. Falling to your knees you bring the jacket to your chest, screaming out in anguish as the tears fell once more.

[makeupbychio]

party 4 u // bucky barnes x fem!avenger!reader

Summary: You hate your birthdays, but Bucky made you a promise to always be next to you that day that haunts you. But this year he broke that promise. Now he has to right his wrongs because you only did that party for him.

Warnings: angst, Bucky did wrong, verbal fights, reading dealing with grief, loss of a loved one, depressive thoughts, mentions of Valentina, Mel, Joaquín and Sam, fluff, birthday sex so smut, husband!bucky, thunderbolt*!bucky. I guess the whole gif is a spoiler, so spoilers, happy ending.

Words: 4k.

A/N: Once again, a reminder that english is not my first language so I’m sorry if there is a mistake. This takes place in the world of Thunderbolts* so spoilers maybe(?). I had this idea based on the amazing song party 4 u by Charli xcx and all the sad romantic edits that are around. Enjoy!!

italics = past.

*-

“Look congressman, the assistant is about to speak so keep an eye on her” Bucky was telling what he did, he gave his number and the number of his office to Mel, Valentina’s right hand. If she wanted to give him some information to finally accuse Valentina of what she has been doing this whole time. 

“Bucky, I don't think she would like to tell me what or where Valentina is hiding the proof,” the congressman in charge of this case told him. 

“Maybe not today considering the circumstances” Bucky told him, taking a sip of his champagne glass without looking at the other man. He was referring to the dinner party they attended that night. Valentina’s dinner party. “But I need to go, I need to be somewhere else actually”. 

“Bucky, you can’t go right now, what if something happens” the congressman was really trying to hold him. They really needed something against Valentina. 

“I doubt it actually, probably she called the whole police officers to cover this event” Bucky finished his drink ready to leave and go where he actually wanted to be the whole day. “Good night, see you on Monday” he gave a small smile to the other man and headed to the stairs. 

When his phone rang, he was ready to explain that he was already on his way. But it was not the contact he expected to see. 

It was Mel, Valentina’s assistant. He picked the call, stopped his trail. “Hello?” he asked. 

“Bucky?” Mel was whispering, he understood that she was hiding because he saw her in the dinner party next to her boss but now she was not. 

“Yes, tell me,” Bucky confirmed. Mel gave him some information about her boss but of course letting him know her concerns because Valentina is a really powerful person who has contacts everywhere and people who would do anything she asked them to do, good and awful things. 

“Thanks for the information, don’t worry I told you that I was going to protect you. If you want to give more information you can send it to my office and I will check it on Monday, okay?” Bucky reassured her. 

He was again heading his steps to leave the building but Mel didn’t catch that that was the end of the conversation for now. “I think she is already suspicious about me because about 5 minutes ago she was talking about how she appreciates my work, that I’ve been so loyal and also so smart, and that kind of stuff” she continued. 

Bucky didn’t want to be rude not especially now that finally she was giving him some information to catch Valentina, but he really needed to leave this shit show where he pretend to he’s having a good time and talk to politicians and people he hates just because of this toxic environment where he is now that is politics. He’s been faking smiles all night, stretching hands he didn’t want and answering the same questions about him being a super soldier and the adventures about Steve or about Sam, etc. 

“Don’t worry about it, she is not going to do anything to you if she already knows that I’m on your side” Bucky really tried to finally calm her. He was about to say something else to finally say goodbye when on his phone he got another call waiting on the line. “Excuse me, Mel. I really need to take this call. Talk to you later if you want when you arrive home". He hung out and clicked immediately on the other person calling. 

It was Joaquín calling him. “Bucky! Hey! Where the hell are you?” he asked him. the noise of people talking and the music in the background. 

“I’m now on my way, don’t worry I’m on my bike so I’ll be there in like 15 or 20 minutes” Bucky said finally seeing the revolving door that leads to the street and the parking lot. 

“You better hurry up, we already sang happy birthday!” Joaquín told him firmly in case he’s not aware of the time. 

Bucky found his bike but that statement made him stop. He really closed his eyes really hard because he prayed that Joaquín maybe is making him a joke, he better be. Please, he didn’t want to open his eyes to check the hour on his phone. 

“Bucky? Can you hear me? She-” Joaquín asked him because he went silent. 

Bucky finally checked the screen and yes, Joaquín was telling him the truth. He was not making him a bad joke. It was already 12:30 am. He wanted to kill himself. “Joaquín, I’m on my way!” Bucky started the engine. He was trying not to freak out because this night has already been really stressful. 

“Bucky, let me finish! We have a problem, she left”. Joaquín finally said what he was trying to say. “With Sam we just found out, after blowing the candles she went outside to go with her friend to smoke, that's what she told us but now she’s gone” he explained. 

“FUCK!” Bucky was about to crash the phone between his hands. But it wasn’t the phone’s fault. It was his fault. He promised her to be there before the clock changed to midnight. “Are you sure she left by her choice? Check please”. He asked because even when you are powerful he can not stop to worry about you especially with all of the evil out there. 

“Yes, her things that were upstairs are gone,” Joaquín said. “I’m just letting you know what happened and you are not going to find her here, her friend doesn't know where she went also, because she told her that she needed a moment to call her family but she told her that she was very angry at you”. 

“K’ man, thanks. If you know about her, call me. Because she is not going to answer my calls”. Bucky asked his friend. 

“Yeah, sure. K’ gotta go because Sam is about to start the karaoke. But don’t worry she can take care of herself and you know that” Joaquín tried to calm him down. 

“You’re not helping man but thanks, gotta fix this shitty thing I just did. Bye” Bucky said and cut the call.

Bucky didn’t care about his birthday, he had enough of those through the years that he is not interested anymore, he actually forgets his birthday. His loved ones remind him the day when they call him or when the gifts start to arrive at his house or his office. But if it wasn't for that he will never remember his birthday. 

On another hand, you HATE your birthday. Hate hate hate! And Bucky knew that. And just like you convinced him to celebrate his own birthday with a proper fun day, he convinced you to celebrate yours too. Since you have been together, both of you already know what the other likes and dislikes for that day. 

—--

“But why?” Bucky asked you. You were with him having dinner in your house, it was summer and you were on the patio enjoying the heat of the night watching the stars, laying down on the grass. 

“I don’t know, Bucky” you didn’t want to explain why you hate to celebrate your birthdays, it brings you only sadness from those memories. Your birthday is in autumn so Bucky had enough time to convince you the opposite. 

“Doll, you can tell me. Is it about getting older? Because you only get sexier every day” he teased you. You pushed him on his chest laughing at his smirk. 

“No, you asshole. It’s not about getting older but thanks for giving me another reason to hate my birthday” you said. A long pause passed, completely silent. He didn’t want to push you to tell him but he sensed that it was something more serious. 

“If you want, we can go to bed and tell me whenever you’re ready” he finally gave up, the least thing he wanted was to upset you. 

“Don’t get me wrong, Buck. I used to love LOVE my birthdays” you stated and smiled at those old birthdays you had when you were a kid and your parents and grandparents prepared everything to be the best day for you. With your childhood friends, etc. You explained to him how your mom actually used to do every piece for the decoration and planned the games for the day. He smiled because he can imagine your mom doing all of that, she is so sweet to him. “But everything changed when it was my 16th birthday…” another pause, tears already forming on your eyes. “That year, my sister was travelling the world, her biggest wish to discover the world, so at that time she was way too far from here so that day I waited and waited for her call or message assuming that maybe the different time zones were the trouble and-” you put a hand on your chest trying to find comfort. 

“You don’t have to say it” Bucky already understood. He knew about your family but he didn’t know about when or how. He knew it was still a huge pain in your heart. 

“So, we had the tradition to call at 12 am, o’clock. And that year I fell asleep waiting so around 5 am the phone rang downstairs. My mom took the call because she was already up getting ready for her work. And you know how light I sleep so I woke up by the jump of the phone ringing. And I could remember vividly my mom screaming and crying with no control. My sister had an accident, she passed away a day before my birthday. But we got the call on my birthday because of the different time zone and also because she entered the hospital before my birthday, there was a surgery to try to save her but it was too much blood she lost” you finally confessed. “So that’s why, we planned a fucking funeral instead of being celebrating all together as a family, I remember calling everyone to cancel the party and telling them the news. I remember giving my mom money to do everything to bring my sister back home so we can bury her here”. you didn’t notice but your tears soaked your shirt and also didn’t notice how Bucky was holding you so close to his body letting you to cry. 

“I’m sorry, my love” he kissed your hair, that always calmed you down. “I’m sorry, I’m an asshole for asking”. 

“Don’t be. You couldn’t have known or guessed. So don’t be. I told you I lost a sister but I never told you more details, now you know why I hate my birthday, the memories from that horrible night and what came after”. 

Since that day almost 7 years ago, Bucky promised you to always be there for you on your birthday, he promised you that he will do his best to give you a good day despite the pain. He was going to keep the tradition your sister left, to salute you at 12 o’clock.

—-------

But this year he failed you. All of these years, he kept the promise. Sometimes he was on a mission with Steve or Sam but he never failed you, he always found a way to call you or left a message. Sometimes he also surprised you by returning home for your birthday. 

But this time he admitted that he was so into this Valentina bullshit, it was so stupid why he failed that he would accept if you don’t forgive him. You’d been telling him that he needed to work less hours, have more time at home with you or to rest even when he says that one of his skills is he never gets tired. 

This year he insisted that you should celebrate your birthday because of all the good things that have been happening to you. You didn’t feel the same way because it is another year without your sister, and Bucky knew how hard this week has been to you with the nightmares and the flashbacks to that night. He knows that better than anyone. 

So you let Bucky rent a space or a bar so that everyone could have a good time, he paid for everything. Before leaving your place, Bucky called you that he was going to this event but promised that he would make it on time. 

Bucky already went to a lot of places that you could be. Your place, his place, the place you share together. Nothing. No sight of you. He doesn't want to call your family because they will get worried and ask if something is wrong. He went to the Avengers compound, nothing. He checked every single floor, gym, office, your favorite spots of the campus, nothing. 

It’s been like 1 hour of him looking for you and your phone sent him directly to the voicemail. He remembered every place, the places of your dates, the battles, the missions. Nothing. 

He didn’t change his clothes or stop to get something to drink or to eat despite the fact that he literally went to his place. That’s when he figured it out. He needed to go in the opposite direction he was looking before.

He was near Hell’s Kitchen so after 45 minutes on his bike, he arrived praying to find you. This store was in front of the water in Brooklyn. It was late but Zeff never fails. He parked his bike outside and checked on his suit and hair before opening the door. 

“Night, Zeff” he smiled at the old italian man. He lost the count of how many times you two visited this place. 

“Hi, Bucky” the man smiled back. “She’s in the back, is everything okay? She didn’t pick the same table to look at the lake” Zeff asked. You are like family to Zeff, always protecting him and his restaurant. The best italian restaurant, the best pizza you tasted, not new york style pizza. No, the real one. Zeff has an italian certification of the Vera Pizza Napoletana given by the italian association.

“I made a huge mistake, Zeff” he whispered to the man. The old man gave him a sad look, he saw you sad but he didn’t want to insist. So instead, he prepared a special pizza for you with extra garlic sticks. “I’m here to make it right, but she is in her right to not forgive me”. 

“Real love always can” he pat Bucky’s shoulder, a wise man. You two know his whole story about his life, his family and the restaurant. So if he says that, he’s right. 

Again Bucky checked his suit, and started to walk to the table you were. Your back was facing him, it was cold outside and the restaurant was empty already because you were the last to enter and Zeff would never tell you to leave even if it was late, it doesn’t matter because he lives next door. 

Bucky coughed before sitting at your table in front of you. You acted like there was nobody, so you kept eating that slice of pizza. Not even looking at his eyes, you were looking at your drink. 

“It took you a while” you finally spoke to him, still not looking at him. 

“Well I was shitting bricks looking for you in this city, I almost went to Jersey to your family’s house” he confessed. 

“You broke your promise, Bucky. It seems that this whole Valentina thing is more important and it’s fine” you were really angry. Trying to cope with the sadness by being annoying to him. 

“I’m sorry, my love. Valentina’s assistant and everyone were pissing me off and I-” he tried to explain to you. 

“Bucky there is literally a fucking app in your phone that you can put an alarm to let you know about things. Maybe you forgot about the existence of it trying to get Val’s assistant attention that you mention and insist so much. How old is she? Is she pretty?” you were really throwing daggers at him with your look. 

He tried his best not to confront you with this brat attitude. But he knows that when you are angry you throw everything on the table. 

He looked at your face, noticing the redness on your eyes. You were crying and your eye makeup was a little bit messy. 

“Can you stop with that? I’m not trying to get Val’s assistant attention. What the hell? She’s literally a kid” He calmly kept the conversation. “I was doing my job to save this shit show of this whole Valentina’s case”. 

He didn’t even notice when Zeff brought him a pizza and a lemonade. He was so focused on you, only you. 

“Bucky, I literally only threw this party for you. Because you insisted on celebrating my achievements lately. But guess what! Bad news! The only thing on my mind this whole fucking week is the image of burying my dead sister that died almost a decade ago and I can’t get over it! Now you can judge me about how pathetic I am” you throw the slice of pizza back on the plate and cover your face with your palms, the tears were impossible to hold back. 

He took some napkins to give you but you can’t stop crying. He tried to reach your hands to stop covering your face. “Doll-”.

“Don’t doll me, Bucky. You were too busy playing the super hero surrounded by people who don’t give a shit while your friends and I were at the bar that you rent” now you are looking at him directly in his eyes, your makeup messier than before. “You broke your promise, did you count the lost calls from me? or from Sam?” you asked him. 

You didn’t want to do this to him. But lately he doesn’t understand how his work has been affecting everyone and everything around him. He didn’t even like it, he just wanted to feel better about himself for all of the damage he caused, when in reality he barely accomplished anything in politics. You were not the only one who told him that. Sam insisted that he could keep joining all of you in the field to battle or to retire to settle with you. 

He just wanted to hold you to take all of that pain he caused you, and all of your demons in your mind right now running free haunting you. 

“You are right.” Bucky said. “I told Joaquin that I will have to make up my mind if you don’t forgive me. You were right. I don’t like this job anymore. I feel like I’m not helping anyone. That’s not an excuse, I insist. I should have stopped this circus of me playing the good guy when you and Sam asked me to come back in the field or to retire. I’m sorry. I made a huge mistake, I love you and all I want is to have another power to take that pain away you carry with you every single day” he spoke so fast pouring his heart and truth to you before you faded away from his sight. 

“I don’t want to keep fighting right now to be honest, Bucky. All I wanted was to eat pizza, to look at the water outside and be with you and Alpine for my birthday. You know that is my favorite thing to spend time on” you confessed. “I’m tired”. 

He knows how triggering and challenging these days have been to you. So he’s pretty sure you said that because you are tired because of that and also only the universe knows how much you cried while you made your way to the restaurant because it was pretty far away from the bar he rented. You were not with your car because you trust his word so he’ll be your ride back home on his bike. 

You continue eating your pizza and drinking your cocktail so Bucky did the same with his meal. A moment of peace and silence to put yourself together, both of you. 

Bucky didn’t want to keep bothering Zeff so he paid the bill despite Zeff not accepting his money saying that it was your birthday. But as always you didn’t listen and left the money on the table. “Thanks Zeff, delicious as always. Say hi to Sol from us, goodnight” you gave the old man a kiss on the cheek, before Bucky put your coat on your body. 

After leaving the restaurant, you sat on a bench with Bucky facing the lake. You were angry at him and sad remembering your late sister. He looked at your sad eyes and grabbed your hand intertwining your fingers together. 

“I know your intentions are pure. It’s just, grieving is different every year despite the time that has passed” you confessed. You know he planned all of this for you to have a good day, but he didn’t count that he would fail in the only thing he had to do. To be next to you.

“I should have listened to you, doll. Sorry, I’m really really sorry and I feel awful” he hid his face holding your hand to kiss your palm. “I’m an asshole, I know your heart is aching and the least thing I want to do in this world is to cause you pain” you felt a tear in the back of your palm. 

“Can we make a deal? To decide what to do on our birthdays considering our mood, like if you want to spend the day in bed that’s okay with me” you said. He laughed at the idea because it was a good one. 

“Deal. In that case, it’s already your birthday. What do you really want to do?” he asked you. He already took notes for the future to always be free the day of your birthday. 

“I already did what I wanted. Pizza, a cocktail, be next to you. Can we go home and cuddle? At dawn it starts to rain” you informed him. 

“Let’s go, my love” Bucky never let go of your hand, leading you to where his bike was parked. 

Once at the safety of your shared place, you both took a warm shower to take off all of the tiredness of the day. Kisses spread around all of your body from his mouth. 

After that you went directly to bed, too tired to have birthday sex. You really just want kisses and cuddles to keep you warm in bed. Both of you felt sleep really fast so comfortable next to each other and your cat Alpine somewhere in the bed. 

Your light sleep woke you up when the rain hit the window, you always spoon with Bucky in the same direction. His right arm around your figure, so his left cold vibranium arm doesn't touch your skin to give you chills. Somehow you made your way out to give some breakfast to Alpine, but it was too early in the morning so you went back to bed. Cherishing this moment, the rain outside, checking your happy birthday messages from your friends and family on your phone, looking at your beautiful husband sleeping next to you, his warm unclothed precious chest facing you, his tags hanging peacefully. You love him despite his ideas, he just wanted for you to be happy. You thanked that he never judges you because of your grieving process. Not all people take well when you have bad days, always giving you the talk about how many years already passed so you should be better. 

You kissed his jawline and brushed his long messy morning hair with your fingers, he leaned his head at your touch. “Morning, princess,” he said with a raspy voice. “Keep doing that and I will give you the best birthday sex of your life, remember I never get tired, I can’t get tired so I will make love to you all day” he teased you. 

You blushed at his statement. You know he’s for real. He really can’t get tired because of the soldier serum. You didn’t mind spending all day in bed, you didn’t want to go outside anyway. “If you say so, come here, soldier”. You grabbed him by his tag to kiss him. 

Indeed, he gave you the best birthday sex of your life all morning. You just stopped in the evening to have some food and a time out because you are an avenger but not a person with the soldier serum. Then he put your phones in silence because he continued the whole night.  

“Happy birthday, baby girl” he kissed you before midnight, before your birthday was over. 

[astrasng]

SHOW ME || M.FUMA

you seem to he distant to your boyfriend. why is that? turns out you are just sexually frustrated and want nothing more than fuma.

❕ warning : smut, jealous fuma, IN HEATTT reader lmao, dom!fuma, teasing, unprotected sex, tears, curses, breeding,throat fucking.

wc : 4.6k

as always,

enjoy!♡

Fuma wasn’t typically the jealous type. He swore that jealousy is based on uncertainty in a relationship. Not trusting each other and not being loyal to feelings. He knows jealousy is eating the person alive when it happens, tearing the inside apart and overthinking every little thing that happens to their partner right in front of their eyes. And how does he know that if he’s not the jealous type? Well, it happened now. He just can’t help the boiling feeling building up inside him, it feels like someone is pouring lava down his throat to let his inside burn to ashes and cough if all up. Although as he’s watching you chatting and laughing with his band members he feels that everything would be better than this. Seeing your hands grasping into Taki’s shirt to balance yourself so you won’t fall flat on the face as you’re laughing at something he said, or when you walk with Nicholas to the company’s cafeteria gossiping about something Fuma deadly wants to know all of the sudden. 

Now, socializing and being in a good friendship with his friends wouldn’t be a problem, but see, you’ve been avoiding Fuma for days now. He randomly woke up one day and there you were, already up and ready for work, kissing him goodbye on his forehead without saying another word, leaving him in the bed confused. 

At first, he was just sulky about you ignoring him, it wasn’t straight up ignoring but rather being shy around him and avoiding his gaze whenever he went close to you. Naturally, Fuma didn’t know what was the problem. He thought about your monthly cycle happening, understanding immediately if you want space. But that wasn’t the case because Fuma follows our cycle on his phone, and you just got out of it. So what was the problem? It hadn’t been that long since you two started dating, maybe you already started having second-thoughts? These thoughts filled his head all the time, not understanding why you are hanging out with everyone but him. And then after a while, it drove him crazy. Looking at you from a distance because he couldn’t be next to you, just watching you enjoy yourself while here he was, suffering from missing you.Missing your voice and hugs, telling him you missed him. 

It drove him crazy.

So crazy that even Kei noticed his change in behavior. Eventually, Fuma told him what has been happening between you two, and how clueless he is. Kei had some ideas what was the problem, but he rather kept it to himself. He's a very good friend to you, but to Fuma too. He hears both sides of the story, chuckling to himself that you two can’t seem to find the solution for this problem. But he knows his friends, so when Fuma tells him his sorrows he just pats him on the shoulder and says, “Honestly, just go and talk to her. She’s your girlfriend for a reason.” with a small chuckle and leaves him in the practice room. 

So on that same day,he sees you waiting in line in the downstairs cafeteria. He stops in his tracks so he can compose himself. Should he really go up to you all of the sudden? Hell, he’s your boyfriend, he can do whatever he wants. He wants to let you know how he feels about this whole situation and how bad he wants to solve it, but then he follows your figure walking towards Nicholas who seems like is waiting for you out of the line. You pass Nicholas his coffee,giving him a warm smile as you both agree on going back to practice. 

If looks could kill, Fuma would massacre everyone in the downstairs lobby. 

He’s not angry, he could never be at you, but rather frustrated at the timings. Something always seems to come between you two, and he can’t bring himself to break the smile on your face when you are having fun with friends. 

And he can’t say anything either when he sees you playing with something on the phone with Yuma, laughing and nudging each other whenever someone misses a move. Practice is over, and Yuma usually asks for your company so he can play with someone in the dorms. And to Fuma’s luck, today is just the day. When he walks in the living room, he sees the two of you shouting over something that you find unfair, Yuma defending himself that you just saw it badly. Fuma doesn’t say anything, but marches in the kitchen to look for something to eat away the sulkiness.  

“Are you crazy? It’s been hours and you still think I’m a cheater?” Yuma complains, throwing his body back on the sofa with unbelief as he looks at you with wide eyes. 

“There must be something wrong with my controller.” You examine the object in your hands, knowing perfectly that it’s working smoothly, you're just not that good in the game. You know it, and he knows it too. Hell, everybody knows it, even if they are in a different dorm. Fuma would be the one who usually pulls you away from the bickering and stops the game so you can rest, but not now. And you wish he would the moment he comes home, not surprised by your presence. Only giving you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves the two of you to the game and bickering. It leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Almost wanting to throw up from the guilt of ignoring him, only a snap away from actually walking up to him and telling him everything. 

“Find a better reason next time.” Yuma comments, chuckling at your ‘offended’ state before he stars another round. 

“Hey! I wanted to go get a drink before starting again!” You shriek, looking at the screen in disbelief but Yuma just shrugs you off. “Go, we both know I’ll win anyway.” 

At his comment you hit him with a pillow and you leave his maniac laugh behind as you march into the kitchen while shaking your head. The kitchen light is off, only the moon shining in through the window situated next to the fridge as you open it, looking for the designated drink you want. 

“Having fun out there?” 

A voice says somewhere behind you, making you yelp out and almost hitting your head in the fridge. The drink in your hand falls to the ground, rolling all the way to the voice’s feet, making you look up at the figure as you try to calm your breathing. 

“Shit, you scared me Fuma.” 

He can’t help but slightly arch an eyebrow, not expecting to hear you call him by his name. You don’t usually calm him by many pet names, but a baby or a honey always slips out. He sees you fidgeting with your fingers as you close the fridge door behind you, almost melting into the metal door so you won’t be close to him. But he doesn’t give a fuck. 

He had enough. 

He grabs the bottle in his hands, rotating in between them a few times before he drags his eyes up to yours. A shiver runs down your spine as he looks at you with narrowed eyes, his warm gaze he usually gives you now nowhere to be seen but you understand. You are giving him a hard time, but this isn’t how you wanted to talk things out. No. 

But as you scan your eyes all over Fuma, you nervously swallow and take another step back to fully lean on the fridge. And he takes the advantage to step closer to you, only a step away from you. Fuma feels his blood boil again at your behavior, but at the same time he sees that there’s still something bothering you. 

“You didn’t answer me.” He rasps in a low voice, his eyes focused on you only, taking in your posture and reactions. You can’t help but bite down your bottom lip, not being able to see him fully makes you slightly frustrated. “N..no. Yuma and I are…bickering again, I guess.” You answer him, not sure what he wanted to hear. He always leaves you alone when you are hanging out with one of the members, not really interfering into anything you got going on but now? You wish he would. You wish he would tell you like other times that you should stop playing games and eat something. You wish he would realize what you’ve been wanting all along. 

Fuma nods slowly, stepping closer to you again until his chest is only a few inches away from yours.You can practically feel his warm breath fanning your face, his chest brushing against yours, equaling you even brighter red. At this closeness you look up at him, but then you immediately feel your cheeks heat up and you rather look away somewhere behind him. He hums at your reaction and lets a small smirk decorate his face before grabbing your chin to face him again, your eyes now boring into his. “Then are you ready to spend time with me now, baby?” 

Your heart almost stops as this never happened between the two of you before, of course you are close and you’ve done touching things before, but this tension  is something else now. And this is exactly what you’ve been waiting for. You can’t read Fuma’s mind, but as he leads you to his bedroom you just wish he feels the same way and he thinks the same thing just as you. His body in front of you almost makes you run out of the house, lacing your fingers with his while walking towards his room. Yuma in the living room didn’t even question where you are going, used to the fact that Fuma often drags you away when you two stay up late playing. But this isn’t about that. Not now. 

Fuma opens his bedroom door, his usual detergent and freshener scent immediately hitting both of you, your stomach stirring up at the familiar feeling. When you step in you only wish you wouldn’t act so awkwardly, but you do. You just stand there at the end of the bed and watch Fuma carefully, seeing him moving towards his dresser and fishing out a new clean shirt to lay it down on his bed.

The one you love to wear.

After he’s done with that, he goes to the bathroom and brings out the fluffy socks you usually wear to bed,laying it down next to the shirt. At his actions your heart squeezes together, making you almost shed a tear at his thoughtfulness. But you pull yourself together and take a big breath. “Fuma, I feel like we should talk.” 

Fuma’s heart almost stops beating as you say those words. He thinks about all the excuses he thought about earlier today, second thoughts, he did something bad or you needed space. Nevertheless, he looks up at you and sits down on his bed calmly. Seeing his big eyes looking at you almost makes you kiss his pout away and forget that anything happened. Forgetting your selfish and filthy thoughts and live your best life with the best boyfriend. You mentally slap yourself and inch closer to him, standing only a step away from him. “I know I have been a little…distant.” You start slowly, your hands still fidgeting with each other. Fuma’s eyes are trained on you closely,watching your every move. “I just had a lot on my mind and I didn’t want to bore you with them.” There’s a shakiness in your voice but you try to push it down,licking your lips before continuing again. “I’m so sorry if I hurted you because of this.You probably hate me for this.” 

Fuma’s ears pick up the tone of your voice and immediately reach out for your hands, dragging you in between his legs and placing his big hands on your cheeks. “Darling, I’m not angry. I could never be angry at you, okay? I was just worried about you, that’s it.” His voice is soothing and calm, his prior nonchalant behavior nowhere to be seen as his worried side comes alive. He tries to calm you before you could freak out even more, his hands caressing your cheeks as he’s holding eye contact with you. “Do you want to talk about it? About what’s been on your mind?” 

The question is genuine, he just wants to help you and know what the problem is. He needs you to know that you can talk about anything with him, he’s certainly not the type who judges. And you should be nothing but grateful for him. That he cares for you this deeply. But the blood stops pumping inside you when you hear his question. Do you want to talk about it? You don’t know either. Should you really tell how badly you need him in other ways? He surely understands, he’s your boyfriend. 

“Well u..uhm..” 

He sees your hesitation and the way you hold yourself back, not finding the right words. “Baby, you don’t have to, I just want to understand what’s been going on in your mind, hmm?” His hands slide all the way down to your hips, keeping you in between his legs securely as he listens to your words. “I’m here for you, whatever it is..” He whispers as he presses a kiss on your hip bone, making you shiver again while trying to stay focused. “I know Fuma, but you know..” As he continues to busy himself with you, your fingers find his black hair to fidget with, your breathing still labored as you try to push away your thoughts. “I was just thinking about that we’ve been together for a while now..” 

“Mhmm.” He hums agreeingly, taking one of your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles the same way he did on your hip bone. 

“....and I was thinking about maybe, maybe...taking our, well, love life a step further?” 

Fuma stops in his tracks as those words leave your mouth, his heart beating so fast that he might think he passes out. You sound so insecure and unsure what you want that he wants you to just gather in his arms and kiss all the problems away. A hundred thoughts go through his head, trying to find the right words so he can calm you down. But it’s in no use, because the minute he looks up into your eyes he sees something else. Something glinting in your eyes, darker and something he never saw this deep before. 

Lust and hunger.

And this way, everything makes sense now.

His lips softly stop on your knuckles, and you stop too, almost forgetting how to breathe when you see him sigh slowly and putting his forehead on your stomach. You swear you hear him grunt softly when your hand slides down to his cheek, trying to see if you didn’t step over a line. “Fuma...please say something.” You mumble out, your fingers continuously caressing his cheek and trying to make him look at you again, but he keeps his head hung low as his hands are getting tighter on your hips. As you feel him sigh again you swallow hard, fearing that your relationship lasted this long. 

“F…fuma, if I overstepped something-”

“I’m…I need you to tell me what you mean by that.” He cuts you off as he takes a breath, looking at you suddenly with lustful eyes, his breathing labored all of the sudden. “Talk to me.” He adds, almost saying it like a pleading. You can visibly see how your words affected him, his change of behavior visible as he takes turns into a more serious mood. His chest is heaving up and down just as yours, your thoughts of actually having Fuma in other ways excites you even more, hopeful wishes overfilling you as you keep eye contact with him. 

With a sudden rush of braveness, you squat down between his legs, your hands still holding his cheeks to keep his eyes on you. Fuma’s eyes slightly widen as he sees you on your knees, your eyes blinking up at him with lust. “I missed you so much, Fuma. And I think you missed me too, right?” You tilt your head to the side a little bit, seeing his wheels turning in his head as you wait for his answer. One of his hands slides on top of yours and squeezes it, momentarily closing his eyes as he answers you. “Y/N…” He says warningly as he takes a breath, opening his eyes and finding yours immediately. “You know well how much I missed you.” 

“Then let me show you instead what has been going on in my mind.” 

With stable breathing, you pull off his sweats he was wearing to practice and try to swallow down the nervous lump in your throat, watching Fuma’s reaction when you fish him out of his boxers. With slightly trembling hands, your pointer finger circles around his pink tip as he sucks in a breath, his cock almost jumping at your touch. When you don’t hear any uncomfortable sound, you continue your work, your fingers smearing the precum on his cock as he leans back slightly. Your hand fully wraps around his length, testing the waters as you kitty lick his cock as his eyes are transfixed on you, growing darker by the seconds. Without another word, you take him into your mouth, your warmness immediately firing up his body as you lick and suck his length with eagerness.He lets out a sigh at your contact, his head falling forward as he watches your every move with narrowed eyes. 

“Is this what you wanted all along? My cock in your beautiful mouth,hmm?” He grunts, his hand slowly sneaking into your hair as a sign of courage to continue. With steady breathing you try to have a rhythm as you take him deeper in your mouth,swirling your tongue around his tip and veins running down his shaft. The feeling of his heavy member pushing down your tongue makes you moan out, his bittersweet taste filling your mouth. 

“Then suck it like a good girl you are.” 

Your eyes nearly roll back from the sudden nickname,your thighs squeezing together uncontrollably as you try to ease the throbbing pain between your legs. 

Your hands jerk the rest of the length you couldn’t fit in your mouth, occasionally squeezing it while hollowing your cheeks around his cock simultaneously. Fuma visibly tries to hold himself back as his hands are softly stroking your hair to the side, exposing your neck as he lovingly looks down at you with lust filled eyes. His mouth only lets out a few subtle sounds, making you almost whine out at the lack of response you’re getting from him. It makes your blood boil slightly, even when you finally have his cock where you wanted it for so long, you can’t help but feel annoyed. 

“Don’t hold yourself back, Fuma. Please..” You whisper while catching your breath between licks, his head suddenly rolling back as he hears your whiny and raspy voice calling out for him. It takes everything in him not to grab you and throw you on the bed, making you cry out his name until he sees you cry from pleasure. 

“I see that look in your eyes, baby. Just let it out.” 

You can literally hear Fuma sigh before feeling his hand tighten around your hair slightly,making you freeze in your spot as you take your eyes up to him again.Fuma’s gaze is directly on you, looking down at your lips still coated with the mix of his precum and saliva only makes him want to lose control now. And that's exactly what he will do. He lets go of your hair, letting out a deep sigh as he keeps eye contact with you. 

“Put your hands behind your back.” He mumbles lowly, his eyes trained only on you and your actions as he waits for you to obey him. The air around you thickens as you swallow hard, your body moving on its own like his words are magic. Your heartbeat quickens up as his sharpened words soak in under your skin, breathing still labored and ragged as you slowly put your shaking hands behind your back just like he told you to do. He licks his lips, slowly standing up in front of you and towering over you with his height. It feels like a wet dream coming true, his tall form standing over you and looking down at your pathetic, needy body, waiting to get fucked. You squeeze your hand so hard that you probably cut circulation at this point as you watch Fuma grabbing his wet cock and stroke it a few times. He groans at the feeling, directing his tip to your puffy, waiting lips – tapping the head against your bottom lip like a test.  “Open it, baby.” He murmurs, pushing your lips apart with anticipation as he groans once again. You open them, slowly letting his length enter your mouth once again. 

And it’s inevitable. 

With one sudden, and harsh move he bottoms out inside your throat, feeling you gag around his cock at the unexpected rush. There’s an immediate line of tears coating your eyeline, trying to blink them away as you look up into his eyes. Your knees are aching, head swimming with the thought of only him. It’s a news side, a more possessive one which you don’t mind in one bit. The first roll of his hips has you whimpering under him, thighs pressing together. “Fuck.” The word slips through his gritted teeth, pushing his hair back with his other hand. 

He sees you trying to squirm away from his quick movements,stilling you with his hand in your hair. He caresses your cheek with one hand,watching you with a tight jaw. “Uh-uh, don’t run. You are mine now.” 

You hum around him, tongue flattening, jaw slacking and eyes locked on his like it’s the only place left. He groans - it’s raw, like it slips out before he could stop it. It takes everything for you to not grab his thighs with your hands, instead you hollow your cheeks and try to move in the rhythm he set up. 

“Sweetheart, you’ve been keeping yourself away from me – all this for what? So you can get fucked just how you deserve?” He hisses,hands twitching in your hair. You moan, sucking deeper as an answer. The vibration makes him jerk slightly forward, his other hand now finding the back of your neck. “You want all of it, right baby?” 

Even if you could have the time to answer, he’s long rolling his hips deeper down your throat, making you gag around his length with burning eyes and knees as you take him deeper. You take everything he’s giving you because you asked for it and swallow around him with a moan. He sinks so deep inside you that there's saliva spilling out around your mouth dropping on the floor. “Look at you – you were made for this.” 

He hisses as you reach a point under his tip, his grip tightening on your hair like he needs something to grasp into. He fucks into your mouth like it’s a punishment. He wants you to understand how much he missed you, how hard it was on him that you closed yourself out from his life. He makes sure to make you understand, he’s hungry for you. 

Your throat tightens, and it feels like a sign telling him you feel the same way. You moan and gag around him exactly how you wanted,clinging to his thighs now as you can’t feel your arms anymore. He moans – his hips jerking harder and messier, feeling your throat pulse around him. “Fucking hell,baby. You have me so deep –” 

You whimper around him loudly.

And the next thing you know, you feel his bittersweet taste filling your mouth as he curses, using your throat like it’s only a toy. He grabs your cheeks softly as he comes down your throat, thrusting deeper as he emptied himself inside you. Everything is sticky by the time he pulls completely away from your mouth,the mix of spit and arousal connecting to your swollen lips. He scans your face for any discomfort or disgust but all he can find is pure bliss sitting on your tears covered face. The way he’s looking at you is like he’s trying to engrave this moment into his head, wanting to remember this forever. 

“Look at you covered in spit and tears like you were made for this.” He’s back to caressing your cheeks again, his loving gaze engraving under your skin as he tilts your chin up towards him. But just when he wants to lean down to your level, he feels one of your hands grasping at his thigh greedily, looking up into his eyes like a small puppy. He smirks to himself, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “Filthy girl wants more, huh?” 

You nod shamelessly, clawing at his thighs at this point. 

“Say it baby. Tell me what you want.” 

A small whimper escapes you once again. “I-I want you… All of you..” 

He exhales,paying no mind to your weak explanation. “Want to start that again, sweetheart?” Says with a stern voice, his calloused hand sliding down to your sobbing throat. 

A small, frustrated sob breaks out from you, grasping into his hand as you look deeply into his eyes. “Please, Fuma. I need your cock. I need to feel you inside me, I need to show you how much I missed you.” 

And soon enough, Fuma’s delicate finger pulls down your pants along with your soaked panties,letting his eyes roam all over your body. When you spread out on his bed in front of him he hisses, taking your legs and opening with them with one shift motion. And what he sees, nearly makes him choke on his own words. You can hear him exhale loudly, kneeling on the bed as he grips your thighs with his hands, his eyes glued on your throbbing heat.“You wanted to play it this way huh? Let me watch you chat with everyone but me, leaving me out of everything?” He lets the words sink deep inside you while his finger teases your soft,clenching entrance. It makes you squirm – your body setting on fire once again at his simple touch. 

“Shit…this pretty pussy has been this needy for me?” He murmurs,taking one finger to spread your soaked folds to win out more sounds of you. All you can do is nod, throat still hoarse and raw from his previous actions. Your knees buckle when you feel his finger dip inside you slowly, soft circles leaving you wanting for more. Then another finger slips in – and that’s when you want to scream at this point. He plunges them in and out of your soaked hole, watching his own fingers disappear in your warm walls. “That’s it baby, clench down on them like it’s my cock.” 

He murmurs, keeping your thighs apart with his other hand as your body thrashes around his bed, chasing your own climax at his words. When his fingers pick up the pace, you feel the strange – but almost welcoming, familiar coil forming in your abdomen.You want to warn Fuma through short breaths and whimpers – but then he circles his thumb on your clit and that’s when you know that Fuma is practically forcing the release out of you. 

“Come on angel, I want to see you fall apart.” He coos, a smirk painting his face as he fucks you through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your sweet essence. You shift to see him better,trying to calm your breathing and heaving body down as you see him lifting his fingers up to his mouth and licking all your arousal off of them, one by one. The action alone could make you come again. But then he gently guides you back down, now his body pushing you back on his disheveled bed.  “We are not done yet,sweetheart.” He coos, kissing your shoulder softly as he opens your legs further away from each other. As you focus on his lips teasing your neck and trying to calm your still heaving body down, you feel his hand inching up to your shirt, pulling it up until your tits are exposed to the cold air in the room. He hums softly, his lips chasing your skin down towards your perky nipples.

And the next thing you know, is that he slips into you so easily, gripping your waist like he’s trying to grasp into anything so he won’t lose control over himself. His black hair tickles your stomach and breasts as he kisses your skin softly, groaning out in relief when he fully bottoms out. 

“F-Fuma, fuck!” You moan at the stretch, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try to grasp reality. 

“It’s alright baby, you’re taking it so good.” He groans against your skin, feeling our walls clamp down around him at his words. You can feel every vein, every pulse running through you, his tip poking your cervix as Fuma drives his hips back and forward again. It takes a while until he can finally bottom out, letting your walls mold around his length like a fitted glove. 

He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck by the time he starts moving, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "Why's it bad if I want to keep you all to myself?" He's practically mumbling into your skin, his hips never seeming to stop rutting into you.The sudden confession has you curling your toes, remembering all those occasions when you wanted to make him jealous on purpose. To make him finally snap and show you everything he’s got. You moan, throwing your hands on his back, scratching your nails down the delicate skin as you feel more and more of his body. “Why is it so bad if I don’t want anyone else looking at you the same way as I do?” It’s theoretical now, the questions he’s asking. 

It’s always been him, his gaze that made you touch yourself under the covers when you were insecure about asking him. His name that you screamed all those nights. You want to tell all of this to him so bad, but not when your throat is raw from letting him fuck it over and over again until he coated it with his cum. Not when he has you caged under him, letting him use your body like he has been waiting for this.

So instead you lock your legs behind his back, keeping exactly where you want him. “Fuma please – p-please come inside me - nghn –” You whimper, reality setting in as you crave more of him. Craving something real from him.

And so those are the exact words that have him grunt and moan against your skin, his cock moving in and out of you at an impossible speed. He’s hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. 

“I’m gonna fuck myself empty,angel. Until every drop of mine nestles deep inside you just like you deserve.” He glances up into your eyes, seeing your body tired from all the times he’s edged you since you stepped into his room. “Just a little longer,sweetheart.” 

“Gotta make sure your pussy knows who it belongs to.” 

And that is the way you showed each other what you’ve been missing out on. It was unconscious, but always there. The feeling and the tension that both of you needed to let go. To feel each other fully and wholeheartedly. You needed his release as much as he needed yours, now not letting it go, not settling for less.

But, even if you’re spent — you know that the night won’t be ending anytime soon. Not when Fuma finally has you between his arms.

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a/n : HAPPY FUMA DAYYYYY!!!!!!! finally posted on one of my biases bd lmao

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Praise X Will Poulter

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Will Poulter Masterlist

Plot: Will and You finally give into years of 'not the right timing' and it's full of Will Praising you.

AN: A little Feral Saturday post for you! I have a good amount ready and lined up for the next week and the week after going back to daily scheduled post but please enjoy this Praise!Will 🫠

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I’ve always been good at pretending. Pretending I didn’t feel my stomach tighten when Will walked into a room. Pretending I didn’t notice how my voice changed when I said his name. And definitely pretending I didn’t feel like the air was thinner whenever he looked at me a second too long.

We were friends. That was the story. Best mates for years. We met at an audition when we were twenty-one. I’d dropped my script on the pavement, and he’d picked it up with a crooked smile and a terrible impression of the character I was meant to play. He made me laugh until I forgot I was nervous. We’ve been in each other’s lives ever since.

We were never single at the same time. Never in the right city. Never in sync. But we were always something and whatever it was, it wasn’t normal.

So when he invited me to this little house in Cornwall for a quiet weekend “just us, like old times” I packed my bag with more care than I’d admit. I didn’t even know what I was hoping for. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything.

And now, here we were.

It was just past midnight. The fire was dying, but neither of us had made a move to go to bed. I was on the couch with my legs tucked under me, hoodie too big, glass of wine in hand. He was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, one knee up, forearm resting on it, his head turned to me.

He’d been watching me for what felt like hours.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I said, voice low.

“Like what?” he murmured.

“Like you’re about to say something that’ll ruin everything.”

His lips twitched. “Maybe I am.”

The silence between us stretched, tight as wire. The wine had loosened my limbs but sharpened my nerves.

“You know we’ve been dancing around this for years,” he said softly.

I swallowed, heart thudding. “Around what?”

He tilted his head. “You really want to play dumb?”

I set my glass down slowly. “I’m not playing. I’m trying not to lose one of the only people I trust.”

He stood, slow and deliberate, and stepped toward me until he was towering just in front of the couch. His eyes were molten, locked on mine.

“What if I told you I’ve imagined you with your thighs wrapped around my head more times than I can count?” he said.

My breath caught. Blood rushed to my face like a slap. Heat pulsed low in my stomach.

“What if I said,” he continued, “that I’ve lost sleep thinking about how you’d sound moaning my name? What kind of noises I could pull out of you if I had you underneath me?”

I stared at him, stunned frozen between fight and flight, but unable to move an inch.

He leaned in, one hand braced beside my head on the back of the couch. His voice dropped to a near-whisper. “You’d look so good like that, love. All flushed and needy. Begging me not to stop. And I wouldn’t. Not until you couldn’t even speak my name properly.”

My thighs pressed together instinctively. My pulse was everywhere my throat, my wrists, the backs of my knees.

“Will…”

He caught my chin between his fingers. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”

But I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t even blink. Because I did want it. I’d always wanted it.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, eyes burning into mine. “Every time you laugh, every time you wear those little shorts, every time you hug me goodbye and press your soft body into me like you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t” I tried, but it came out shaky.

He smirked, eyes dropping to my lips. “You do. But it’s alright. I love how filthy you are and don’t even know it.”

His hand slid along my jaw, down my neck, fingertips grazing my collarbone like a promise. I felt drunk, but I hadn’t had more than a sip. It was him his words, his voice, his heat pressing down on me like a storm about to break.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said. “To ruin you for anyone else.”

I let out a shaky breath. “Then why haven’t you?”

His eyes darkened. “Because once I do, I’m not letting you go. And I didn’t know if you were ready.”

He leaned down lips brushing mine but not quite kissing me. His breath was warm, his hand still on my face.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Say it.”

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

The kiss was slow at first reverent, almost like he was savouring the moment before everything changed. But then it deepened. His tongue traced mine, and I melted into him, hands tangling in his shirt as he pressed me back into the couch cushions.

His hands roamed, confident and searching under my hoodie, up my ribs, over my bra. He groaned softly when he felt how hard my nipples were through the lace.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, dragging his mouth along my jaw. “Bet I could make you come just from playing with these.”

I whimpered, hips arching without meaning to. He laughed, low and dark.

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s it, baby. Let go.”

He stripped my hoodie off slowly, eyes drinking me in like he was starving. Then his mouth was on my chest, tongue teasing, teeth grazing, hands keeping me pinned. I was burning, breathless, already trembling.

“Look at you,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to see me. “God, you’re so pretty like this. All desperate and needy for me. Been dreaming about this for years.”

I could barely think. His voice was everywhere. His hands, his mouth, his words they unravelled me like thread. And he knew it.

He reached between my legs, over my shorts, and smirked when he felt the heat through the fabric.

“Soaked, sweetheart. You’re soaked for me and I’ve barely touched you.”

I gasped as he pressed a little harder, teasing.

“You want more?” he asked, eyes wicked.

I nodded again, biting my lip.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Will”

“Say you want me. Say you want me to touch you.”

My cheeks burned, but my voice came anyway, cracked and breathless. “I want you. I want you to touch me.”

“There’s my good girl,” he whispered, sliding his hand under the waistband of my shorts and finding me exactly how he wanted. “Christ, you’re perfect.”

I moaned, and he caught my mouth with his again, devouring me with every stroke of his fingers. I was on the edge in seconds, hips rocking, hands grasping at him like he was the only thing tethering me to Earth.

“You gonna come for me?” he murmured, thumb circling just right. “Come on, love. Let me feel it. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart.”

And I did. I shattered under him, head thrown back, body shaking, voice caught between a moan and his name.

He held me through it, whispering filth in my ear the whole time. How good I was. How mine I was now. How he’d only just begun.

When I came back to myself, he was stroking my thigh gently, eyes soft now. Still dark, still dangerous, but full of something I hadn’t expected: devotion.

He kissed my temple and pulled me into his lap, cradling me.

“I meant it, you know,” he said quietly.

“Which part?” I asked, voice hoarse.

“All of it. But especially the part about not letting you go.”

I smiled, flushed and still recovering. “Guess you’ll have to make good on that.”

“Oh, I will,” he said, smirking. “Starting tonight. We’re not done, love. Not even close.”

I was still catching my breath when he shifted beneath me, adjusting me in his lap like I weighed nothing. His hand was warm on the back of my thigh, thumb stroking idly. My legs were still trembling slightly, cheeks flushed, heart racing.

But his voice? Steady. Low. Completely in control.

“You were incredible,” Will murmured into my hair, pressing a soft kiss there. “So responsive. So good for me.”

I swallowed hard, blinking up at him. “That was…”

“Perfect,” he finished for me, eyes gleaming. “You’re perfect.”

The way he looked at me made my stomach twist not just with desire but something deeper. Something dangerous. Like I’d opened a door I could never close again. But God, I didn’t want to.

He cupped my jaw, tilting my face up to his. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you like this. Flushed. Shaking. Falling apart because of me.”

His words sank into my skin like heat. My breath hitched, thighs tightening around his hips instinctively. He noticed, of course.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he whispered, lips brushing mine. “Liked the way I talked to you. Got you so worked up you couldn’t even speak.”

I nodded, dazed. “I didn’t know… you were like this.”

He grinned, but it wasn’t cheeky it was feral. “There’s a lot you don’t know. But we’ve got time.”

His hands moved with purpose now, tugging my shorts down my hips, fingers grazing every new inch of skin with reverence. His voice remained steady, soft but commanding.

“Lift your hips for me, love. That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

I obeyed without thinking. He made it so easy. So natural to listen.

“Good girl.”

That did something to me I wasn’t ready to unpack.

His hands slid back up, dragging his palms along my thighs. Then he leaned in close, speaking directly against the shell of my ear.

“I want to return the favour,” he whispered, voice velvet and sin. “I want to watch you fall apart again slower this time. Let you feel how much I’ve needed this.”

A soft moan escaped me, completely involuntary.

He pulled back just enough to see my face. “You want that?”

I nodded again.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Will.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to… to touch me again.”

He kissed me hard, hands gripping my waist. “That’s my girl. You’re doing so well for me. So eager. So sweet.”

Then he laid me back against the couch, hovering over me. His eyes raked down my body, like he was memorising the moment.

“I want to take my time with you now,” he said, brushing hair from my face. “You deserve that. All of you.”

I reached for him, but he caught my wrist gently, pinning it above my head. “Let me. You just lie there and let me show you how long I’ve been thinking about this. Thinking about you.”

And he did. With his hands, his mouth, his voice. Every time I whimpered, he praised me. Every arch of my back earned a quiet, “That’s it, baby.” Every gasp was met with, “You’re doing so good for me. So perfect.”

He murmured filth and praise like they were made of the same language, wrapping around me like silk and sin.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered against my stomach, lips brushing skin. “Completely undone, and it’s all for me.”

My head fell back, helpless against the slow burn he was building.

“You’re so warm. So soft. You take everything I give you, don’t you?”

“Yes...yes,” I breathed, dizzy from the attention, the care, the intensity.

“I’m going to keep praising you, sweetheart,” he said, mouth trailing lower. “Because you deserve it. And because you look like an angel when you’re falling apart.”

The rest blurred all heat and sound and him. By the time he finally let me come again, I was begging for it, trembling, nearly incoherent.

And the whole time, he whispered in my ear:

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’ve got you.”

And the moment I shattered, his arms wrapped around me like a promise grounding me in every sense of the word.

He was still above me, breath ragged, kissing my neck like he couldn’t stop himself like if he stopped touching me, he’d lose his mind. And maybe I would too. My limbs were heavy, body still tingling from the way he’d unravelled me.

But there was a moment, right then, where everything stilled just for a second and I saw him properly.

Flushed. Chest rising and falling. Eyes dark with want but laced with something else. Vulnerability.

So I reached up, gently pushing him to sit back. He blinked in surprise, lips parted.

“Your turn,” I whispered.

He exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head like he didn’t quite believe me.

“You don’t have to”

“I want to.”

He watched me closely, lips twitching into a crooked smirk, but there was something reverent in his expression. Like he was letting go. Letting me take control.

I sat up and gently guided him backwards until he was resting against the cushions, legs apart, hoodie rucked up around his hips. I knelt between his thighs, palms resting on his warm, toned stomach. He hissed in a breath when I leaned forward, dragging my lips along his jawline.

“You okay?” I murmured, teasing my fingers just under the waistband of his joggers.

“More than okay,” he breathed. “Jesus, Y/n… you’re about to ruin me.”

I smiled against his throat. “Good.”

I took my time. Just like he had with me.

Every inch of him got attention my hands, my lips, my tongue. And every reaction? Gold. His hips tensed. His hands fisted the cushion beneath him. And the sounds low groans, sharp exhales, broken murmurs of my name.

But it was his words that undid me.

“God, that’s so good…”

His hand found my hair, not pulling just resting. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”

The way his voice shook sent a thrill through me.

“You’ve got no idea how good that feels fuck yes, just like that.”

I glanced up at him, mouth still working, and the look on his face head tilted back, jaw clenched, flushed red from chest to cheekbones made my thighs press together again.

He looked down, catching my eyes, and moaned loudly when I didn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he growled, hand tightening just slightly in my hair. “So eager. So fucking perfect for me.”

I hummed softly, and his hips jerked. “Oh Christ, yes. You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“You like watching me like this, don’t you?” he asked through a gasp. “Like knowing you’ve got me completely undone.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I kept going, slow and focused, loving the way his breath kept catching.

His thighs were shaking now, and his voice was wrecked.

“You’re incredible… better than I ever imagined and I imagined it a lot,” he panted, eyes fluttering. “So fucking proud of you.”

The praise the raw, messy way he meant it had heat curling low in my stomach all over again.

“Let me, baby,” he said, voice hoarse. “Let me finish like this. Want to fall apart for you.”

I gave him exactly what he asked for until he tensed, let out a low, broken sound, and came with a guttural moan of my name, fingers gripping the couch so hard his knuckles went white.

His head fell back, chest rising and falling like he’d run a marathon.

“Holy shit,” he said, blinking at me as I came to rest on his chest. “That was…”

“I know,” I whispered, grinning.

He cupped the back of my head, pressing a lazy kiss to my hair.

“You’re dangerous,” he mumbled. “Absolutely lethal.”

“And yet you seem very content.”

He laughed, still breathless. “Sweetheart, if I die right now, I’ll die happy.”

I nuzzled into his chest and closed my eyes.

He whispered again, quieter this time. “You’re everything I ever wanted. And you’ve no idea how proud I am of you. How good you were for me.”

My heart thudded at the way he said it not just about what happened, but about us. Everything that had always simmered between us had finally boiled over, and now it was real. Tangible. Ours.

And the best part?

This was only the beginning.