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i2sunric · 11 months ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 (p.sh)

“fucking all the time is wrong when you're not mine, baby"

PAIRING: boyfriend's best friend!sunghoon x reader (f)

SUMMARY: just like eva did in the garden of eden, you fell under the serpent's court and now are under his spell. you knew you shouldn't betray your boyfriend, jake, like that when he was (not) so right for you, but seeing that he spent more time out for work made you seek the love and affection you needed, and who if not sunghoon could give you what you deserved?

WARNINGS: cheating (don’t like, don’t read). unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), they fuck everywhere and i mean it, toxic, creampie, masturbating, pussy eating, fighting, kissing, jealousy, doggy, missionary, rough blowjob, angst if u squint? jake is a toxic bf, sunghoon low-key corrupts reader, reader is designed with a weak personality. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

(RE)PUBLISHED: 6th August 2024

WC: 13.6k

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a/n: before some loser tries to throw shit at this i have to say that no, cheating is NOT hot and this is purely fictional. this isn’t the only fiction with cheating as a trope and it comes from a project that IS supposed to have heavy and bothering themes, mostly because it comes as inspiration from a song (go listen to it, daniel di angelo ‘GET YOU BETTER’) that gives me toxic vibes. anw, LIKE & REBLOG please and lmk your thoughts (again) on this fic <3

“Again?” You asked with a deep frown after hearing that your boyfriend had yet to go to another work trip, despite having just returned from one “I know baby, what can I do? They need me.” He said it as if you were complaining already.

But could he blame you? You had spent two summer weeks alone and bored without Jake and now you had to go through another couple of weeks.

“Why you? They have other workers.” You commented, raising a brow.

Jake sighed and walked closer to you “Because I’m good, aren’t you proud of me?” You looked away and murmured “Of course i’m proud of you.”

Jake noticed your sudden change of mood and turned you to look at him “Come on, I'll be back before you even realise it.”

You rolled your eyes at his statement, something that Jake did not like “Don’t be selfish, I need to work to have money.”

“I'm not being selfish,” You reminded, tone cold. “I just miss my boyfriend who’d rather be miles away from me.” You snapped, stepping back and crossing your arms to your chest.

Those words had been left unspoken on your tongue for too long to be able to hold them back anymore.

“We both know that’s not true.” He hissed, rubbing his temples “Do we?” You scoffed

Jake clicked his tongue, “Listen, I'm just asking you to understand.”

You frowned again at him “I understand Jake, I've always done it!” Your voice raised out of frustration “So why can’t you understand me?”

“You?” His frown matched yours, a few wrinkles appearing on his forehead “What is there to understand about a needy and clingy girl?”

As soon as those words left his mouth your eyes saddened. Were you really being that whiney? So many questions formed inside your head while Jake regretted ever speaking.

You were just being honest, that’s what Jake always wanted from you; honesty, to voice out your feelings, so why was he mad at you?

“Taking many short distance flights is also not good for your body…” You murmured, bitter tears running down your cheeks, your gaze locked on the ground

Jake’s face softened, realising that you weren’t complaining— you were worried for him “Baby I—“

You shook your head “Save it.” And walked away, disappearing in the bedroom. Jake ran a hand through his hair in frustration, leaving you to cool down.

However you both were two stubborn beings so, instead of resolving it, you laid on opposite sides of the bed with heavy hearts, hoping the night to wash the annoying feelings away.

Heleft early in the morning, without a single message or a note and not even a kiss on your shoulder.

Whenever he had a flight in the night or early morning to catch and you would still be asleep, he used to kiss you softly on the shoulder, but this time he hadn’t.

Had you been too harsh with him the day before? Were you really being selfish?

You glanced at the clock and noticed you had already slept the morning away so you decided to get something done.

You stretched your limbs and exited the bed, doing your usual routine and some chores as well, trying your best not to think about jake. If he wanted to stay mad, so be it.

When you were cleaning the living room’s floor you heard your doorbell ring, so you went to open the door.

In front of you a tall man with a sheepish grin stood, waving his hand “Hi, Y/N.” He greeted warmly

“Hi, Sunghoon.” You said back, stepping aside to let him enter. you closed the door behind your back and walked him to the living room “What’s the occasion?” You asked, smiling

Sunghoon looked around the house “Is Jake home?” You shook your head in reply “He’s on a work trip.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened “Again?” He asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle, you two had the same reaction to the news of Jake's departure “Again.” You nodded

“Aw, man.” He sighed, “I haven’t seen him in forever since he changed job.” You wanted to reply that you too hadn’t seen him since he decided to pick a job that required to travel around the world, but Sunghoon didn’t need to know that.

Sunghoon tilted his head, looking you up and down “So, home alone?” You smiled sadly “unfortunately.”

He gave you a wide smile, one that showed his two fangs “I took a couple of weeks off work because I had to go on vacation but the hotel shut down,” He seemed to debate whether to continue, but then added “I can keep you company.”

You blinked faintly at his offer, you two weren’t really close, you never really hung out apart from Jake’s friend group so it’d be awkward.

However , loneliness made you desperate so you just smiled in return “why not?”

Little did you know that Sunghoon had another plan in store for you.

⪩⪨

“Good morning, Y/N.” Sunghoon greeted a few days later, entering your house with his awkward yet comforting demeanour.

“Morning.” You said back, guiding him to the kitchen and placing down the casket of fruits he had brought you “You didn’t have to..”

“Dot’t be silly, it’s a pleasure.” Sunghoon smiled, sitting on a chair “Can i help you with anything?”

You quickly shook your head “No, no,” You took a pear and showed it to him “I'll cut this so we can eat and chat?” “Sounds good.”

It had become a small occurence that you’d sit together and talk about anything. You two had got to know each other, and you realised you had a completely different prejudice of him.

At first, you thought he was cold and awkward, but he actually was very soft spoken and kind. your heart always felt content when you were with him, but you chose to ignore that detail.

It was probably just because Jake hadn’t replied to your texts since he left the country, your heart was just pulling tricks on you.

You placed a small plate on the table with the pieces of pear and began to talk with him, laughing at a story of his dog scaring Jake's family dog, despite being a lot smaller.

“Layla and Jake are so alike,” You commented, chuckling “Indeed, I see no difference between them. like an owner like a pet." Sunghoon replied, taking a bite of the pear.

A small drop of the fruit’s juice rolled down his cheek, reaching his jawline. You had never paid attention to his features so closely, but he was so attractive. His jaw was sharp, you thought that if you ran your finger on it, it’d cut.

His skin was pale, porcelain-like and his eyes were so dark in contrast, his eyebrows thick and hair that seemed so fluffy.

Before the drop could fall down, you quickly extended yourself and dried it with your thumb, making both of you stop in your tracks. Sunghoon ‘s deep eyes widened and you pulled away “I—I’m sorry..” you stuttered, embarrassed

But Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind “It’s alright, thank you.” He reassured, resuming to tell his story. You try to shake the awkward feeling but get sidetracked when your phone screen lit up.

You quickly took it, hopeful that it was finally a message from your boyfriend, but your face fell when you realised it was just a notification from YouTube.

You sighed and looked so gloomy, like a whole storm fell over your shoulders, Sunghoon blinked faintly “Are you ok?”

You didn’t want to annoy him with your problems, you two had just started to be friends, but you just needed someone.

All your friends were busy working or living their adulthood somewhere, while you had been inside that house too much it felt almost sickish.

You sighed “It’s just that Jake and I had a small argument, right before he left.” Sunghoon’s eyes were so attentive you felt exposed, so kind and gentle.

“Is that so?” He asked, letting you know that he was listening “Yes,” You breathed out “We said harsh things and now he won’t even reply to my texts.”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched at your admission, How could Jake ever ghost you? He could be mad all he wanted, but he was on the other side of the earth, for Christ’s sake, he could at least reply to your texts just like he did to Sunghoon a few hours before.

Seeing you so sorrowful made his heart ache; he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he had always found you attractive, since the first day he saw you on campus.

Screw his introverted personality, he never tried to speak to you, only admired from afar.

However, when he learnt that his best friend had found a girlfriend and the so-called girlfriend was you, he couldn’t help but blame himself.

Especially since jake was treating you like you weren’t worth anything.

You were worth it, you were everything Sunghoon dreamt of— if only you knew how better he could get you. good for him, he had two weeks to prove you so.

⪩⪨

“You just didn’t strike me as someone who likes doing grocery shopping.” You commented, putting milk inside the cart Sunghoon was gently pushing for you

Truth to be told, Sunghoon hated grocery shopping. He’d rather starve himself than get out of bed to buy himself food, which was why his friend Jay and his mother would often bring him food or just something enough to survive.

But it was for you and you needed to eat to be healthy, he could do an exception.

“I don’t have anything better to do, do I?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you trying to take a bag of chips which was on the top shelf, clearly too high for you.

You felt his figure hovering over you, the warmth of his body surrounding yours, his chest caressing your back as he took the chip for you.

That movement lasted no longer than five seconds but to you, it felt as if time had stopped.

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of the bag of chips being thrown inside the cart and Sunghoon moving forward.

You failed to notice the smirk on his lips, but the man was quick to hide it before his undercover was caught.

“What’s left on your list?” He asked, scanning the cart’s contents to see if he mentally remembered

“Uh—“ You quickly took the grocery list that was crumpled inside your pocket and cleared your throat “Just… donuts.” You said quietly.

You weren’t usually one to overeat, but since your heart was upset, your stomach was the same and you craved junk food.

You waited for Sunghoon to make a comment over it, to call you ‘gross’ the same way Jake once did when he saw you putting a bag of chips — the same type Sunghoon helped you take — inside the cart. You waited for it, but nothing came.

Instead, Sunghoon pushed the cart a little further in the lane until he reached the snacks section and eyed the shelves “There’s strawberry, brown chocolate and oreo.” He turned toward you and looked genuinely interested in your choice.

“Which one do you want?” You blinked faintly, unsure on how to handle that situation. He raised a brow, awaiting your answer “Strawberry.” You murmured.

“Strawberry it is.” He took the donuts and placed them in the cart “Do you want something?” You asked, reaching for him with a smile.

“Me?” You nodded in reply “Yes, take something you like, I’ll sugar mama you.” You joked nudging his shoulder.

Sunghoon stayed silent a few beats, “No.” He said sternly, “I’ll buy this for you.” He pointed to the food you wanted to purchase.

Your brows furrowed “What?” Sunghoon smiled, a wicked grin creeping on his lips “I’ll sugar daddy you.”

It seemed like you had hurt his pride trying to say you’d pay for his food, but you still didn’t want him to spend money on you, so you shook your head “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.” He took another small cartoon of donuts and placed it in the cart, hurrying away before you could talk back. You reached him again “No, Sunghoon.”

“Yes, Y/N.” He kept taking useless things from the shelves and you kept putting them back, this went on for almost two whole lanes until you placed yourself in front of the cart.

Sunghoon tilted his head “What?” You narrowed your eyes, clearly upset. Seeing your change of mood made Sunghoon freeze. Did he overdo it?

He let out a small sigh “Alright, I’ll stop adding things.” You nodded satisfactorily, placing yourself back by his side.

“But I’ll pay.” Your head snapped back to him and Sunghoon chuckled “It’s the least I can do, you invite me to your house and I pay for your groceries, it’s even.”

Arguing with Sunghoon seemed to be a losing battle, so you just nodded your head and smiled back at him “Okay, thank you.”

“Anything for you.” They were just three words, but they were the most sincere you’ve ever heard.

After paying for your groceries, you two made your way towards the parking lot, you walked in front of a window, a crimson short dress on a mannequin.

You stopped to glance at it for a few seconds, your eyes sparkling. Sunghoon noticed you stopping and took a few steps back “Like it?” He asked, smiling at you

You were so stunned you just nodded in reply, eyes still glued to the dress. It seemed so perfect, sleeveless and not too short but not too long as well. You could see strings on the back, leaving it a little exposed.

“You want to try it?” At his question you snapped out of thoughts, turning to face Sunghoon (who was also a rather nice view).

“No, no, we should go home.” Sunghoon frowned at your reply “But you like it.”

You sighed softly and chuckled “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I should try it.” He eyed the dress and then you, studying you from head to toe “Even if I want to see you in it?”

His words took you by surprise and you widened your eyes “W-what?” He smirked, his fangs showing from the corner of his lips “Let’s enter.” He took your hand and dragged you inside the shop.

He sat on a small sofa in front of the dressing room, patiently waiting for you to try that dress on.

The way your eyes seemed to light up made him want to buy you anything if it meant to see your pretty face smile and be bright.

He knew you were still shaken from your argument with Jake, and by the fact that the bastard was obviously ghosting you, and he’d do anything to take that sorrow away from you.

“Ready?” He asked after a few minutes of not hearing anything from you.

You carefully opened the curtain and lord if he didn’t get an erection on the spot.

Seeing that tiny dress hugging your perfect curves, the shy blush on your cheeks and still that perfect smile on your lips “It’s so beautiful.” You commented

“Give me a twirl.” He asked and you complied, twirling gracefully “You’re beautiful.” Your smile lit up the whole room, you nodded in reply “I think it’s pretty nice.”

Sunghoon stood up and walked toward you, his arms raising and taking your hair away from your back.

The proximity between you two made your breath hitch once again. You could smell his manly cologne and the fabric softener of his hoodie.

“This should be tied.” He murmured in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His breath hit your skin, so warm. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish tying the lace behind your back.

He placed your hair back where they were and placed one strand behind your ear. He pulled away satisfied and smiled “Now, that’s even better.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror of the dressing room and Sunghoon brought his hands on your shoulder. He leaned beside your ear and whispered huskily “Let me buy it for you.”

Your brows shot up and you quickly shook your head “I can’t let you do that.” Sunghoon gave you a mesmerising smile from the mirror “Why not?”

“Because you already paid for the groceries.” Sunghoon tsked at your reasoning “And?”

“And it’d be too much if you also bought this dress. Besides, I don’t even have a reason to wear it.”

“We’ll make one.” You felt a sudden rush of coldness when his breath left your skin and he stepped away “It’s settled, I’ll buy it.”

You turned around, “But—“ He brought a finger to your lips “Sh, I said I’d sugar daddy you and I always keep my word.”

⪩⪨

Y/N: Please Jake, can you reply to me?

Y/N: It’s been five days, at least let me know you’re fine.

You sighed and dropped the phone on the mattress beside you, tired of reading ‘delivered’ beside your messages. Had you crossed the line when you argued? Personally, you thought what Jake said was far worse, but you were ready to forgive him if only he swallowed his pride.

You bit your bottom lip, your body craving to be touched and screaming for release.

Not only had you and Jake not spent time together, but it had also been more than a month since you last had sex.

You tried to ignore your primal urges, however your hips unconsciously moved back and forth, trying to soothe the aching feeling between your legs.

Your breath got heavier as you let your palm wander under your nightgown, touching, trying to turn yourself on.

You bit your bottom lip, your hand reaching down to touch your clit, circling it with your fingers; using your slick to wet it more.

You slid one digit inside of you, fingering yourself for what seems like ten minutes, trying to find that one spot that makes your head spin— it didn’t feel good.

You decided to try and squeeze your breasts, fingering yourself at a fast speed… nothing seemed to work out.

Frustrated, you pulled your fingers out and curled yourself in a small ball, checking your phone just to see that again, Jake had not texted you.

At that moment, a new message popped on your screen.

Sunghoon: Hey Y/N, movie night tomorrow?

You unconsciously smiled and replied with a positive answer, feeling strangely giddy at the thought of having another plan with him.

Y/N: Sounds good.

It didn’t take much for him to text you back, only a few seconds needed.

Sunghoon: Awesome. Tomorrow @ 9pm?

Y/N: Yup. I’ll make sure to do some pop corns.

Sunghoon: Haha ok

You turned off the lights, placed the phone back on the bedside table and tucked yourself under the covers, ready to fall asleep when it buzzed again.

You took it, the screen light too bright for your poor eyes. You narrowed them, trying to read the new messages

Sunghoon: What are you doing now?

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of what you had been doing before he texted you.

Y/N: About to sleep

Sunghoon: Aw :(

Y/N: Why the sad face?

Sunghoon chuckled at your innocence and kind self. He bit his bottom lip and leaned back on the chair, typing his reply.

Sunghoon: I was playing a game and wanted some company.

Y/N: I’m not really sleepy

His eyebrows raised, he thought you’d just turn him off.

Maybe his plan was working.

Sunghoon: Can I call you?

You jolted up, sitting on the bed and looking around in panic.

Y/N: Voice call?

Sunghoon: Anything you want, x

The way Sunghoon was treating you wasn’t the way you treated fiends, but you decided not to overthink it much. Sunghoon’s contact name flashed on your screen as he called you.

You cleared your throat and tapped on the green button.

“Hey,” His voice came out as hoarse from the other line “Hi.” You whispered back, hugging your knees to your chest and fidgeting with the sheets

You could hear some keyboard tapping and asked “What are you playing?” Sunghoon chuckled “League of Legends.”

You hummed “I’ve never played.” Sunghoon let out a sound of disbelief “Never? Jake never let you play with him?”

Jake would always complain when you ever interrupted his gaming nights with friends, “No.” You replied simply.

“Shoot!” He exclaimed from the other line, making you jump in surprise and gasp “Sorry about that— I didn’t mean to startle you.” He was quick to apologise.

“It’s okay,” You reassured, not wanting him to feel guilty about that. “So, how was your day?”

You two started talking about everything and anything, laughing and just enjoying each other's company.

You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep, your light snores and deep breaths probably became Sunghoon’s favourite sounds.

Because he never hung up, not until you woke up the next morning and did it yourself.

⪩⪨

Something didn’t feel quite right that day, you let Sunghoon inside your apartment and the two of you prepared the living room for the movie night… but he had something different. Perhaps, the other night something changed between you two.

Maybe it was his not-combed hair, all fluffy and wild, or the white tee he was wearing that showed the shadow of his muscles and abs— or maybe the grey sweats he was wearing. You gulped down, it was you, you were the one off.

Not cumming for so much time did tricks to your brain.

You decided to ignore it and you two sat side by side, but still keeping distance “What movie do you wanna watch?”

Sunghoon asked, lazily eating a pop corn while scrolling through Netflix “Cause I had one in mind, but we can watch something else if you want.”

You hummed “What did you have in mind?” Your voice was softer and quieter, making Sunghoon feel goosebumps all over his skin.

Oh, the effect you had on him.

He took one pillow and sneakingly placed it on his laps, hoping it wasn’t obvious that he was trying to cover his growing bulge.

“How to lose a guy in ten days?” He asked, faking innocence when you widened your eyes and physically squeaked “I love that movie!”

“Is that so?” Sunghoon asked but he already knew the answer. you had said that one day when you were having a group hang out with the others.

He remembered, actually, he remembered every detail of you— even the ones you may think of stupid.

“Then, let’s watch it.” He said and clicked play, the movie beginning peacefully.

It all went alright until Sunghoon’s knee got closer and closer, touching yours.

He acted oblivious, focusing on the scene unfolding in front of him but he was painfully aware of you.

Maybe it was also because of your exposed thighs, the shorts hugging your legs so perfectly, making him almost drool. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Seeing that you didn’t reject his touch, Sunghoon grew a little bolder and placed his hand on your thigh, caressing it.

An alarm inside your conscience screamed danger! stop! but something told you that his touch was safe, soothing and so attractive.

Your mind went to Jake, how he would react if he ever saw your best friend touching your thigh, too close to where he shouldn’t be touching.

Nonetheless, Jake was so far away and Sunghoon so close to you, his hand slowly creeping closer to where you ached, where you just needed him.

Your breath hitched and your stiff state made sunghoon smirk sly. his plan was working smoothly.

His hand squeezed the flesh beside your thigh as your gaze was still fixed on the tv; however your attention was all on the coldness of his fingers, the way they felt on your skin.

“Sunghoon.” You wanted to say sternly but only a small whisper left your lips “Hmm?” He hummed, his dark eyes back on you

You gulped down and turned your head to meet his face, you glanced at the hand on your thigh and shook your head “You should stop.”

“Stop?” Sunghoon asked, his voice teasing and soft “It seems to me that you are enjoying my touch.”

Deny was what your brain told you to do but his hand moved even closer, resting just below the hem on your shorts.

Your hesitation made Sunghoon’s smirk turn more cunning, “What is on your mind?” He asked, his position shifting so his whole body was facing yours, the pillow falling on the floor.

You didn’t move a bit.

“That it’s weird…” You murmured “What you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” He cooed “And why do you think that?” He asked and his finger tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making a small tint of blush appear on your cheeks

You weren’t naïve, you knew what Sunghoon was hinting at with his actions and words.

You knew it, yet you didn’t want it to stop.

“Because Jake wouldn’t like it.” At your words, Sunghoon’s smirk fell.

You were loyal and that was admirable, but it was only because his best friend made a move on you first, before he built the courage to talk to you.

Though Jake wasn’t treating you like you deserved, like Sunghoon would.

“Don’t think about him,�� He said, his voice harsher than he intended to “Think about me.”

You watched him with hooded eyes as his hand that was tucking the small strand of hair behind your ear slowly slid down your shoulder.

Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat and your breath heavier than before.

“This is wrong.” You whispered, unable to voice out the coherent thoughts forming in your brain with his hands touching you ever so gently “we shouldn’t do this.”

Sunghoon gave you a smile that was meant to be reassuring even if it was just victorious.

He knew you’d give in to him, sooner or later.

“It's wrong only if Jake finds out.” He looked down at your body, the way your nipples hardened and their outline could be seen from the shirt, he licked his bottom lip “Besides, don’t act like you don’t want it to happen as well.”

Silence filled the room except for the sound of the long forgotten movie, Sunghoon could sense your hesitation and your pretty brain overthinking, so he let out a small sigh “I’ll try something, you can tell me to stop if you don’t want to.” He said but remained still, waiting for your permission

“Try what?” You asked, your voice so soft and quiet it made his cock harden inside his sweats

“This.'' His voice sounded more like a growl, Sunghoon cupped the back of your neck while his other hand hooked around your waist, bringing you close; his lips connected to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over.

You instantly closed your eyes and a shaky breath left your lips, Sunghoon took it as a clue to add more pressure and suck small spots, careful not to do anything sudden.

One of your hands raised and placed on his forearm, feeling the muscle of his arm, Sunghoon smirked on your skin and detached himself just enough to talk “Do you want to stop?”

You sighed softly and grasped his hair with your other hand, bringing his mouth down on your neck “Keep going.” You said and sunghoon felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth.

His kisses grew hungrier, not leaving even a single spot untouched by his lips. one hand grasped your hair back, bringing it back to have more room while the other groped your breasts from outside the shirt.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to find relief. “N-no marks.” you said as he sucked a spot for too long, he pulled away and bit his bottom lip, repressing a chuckle “Too late.”

Before you could reply, his lips found yours in a heated and desperate kiss, it was so wrong but it felt too right to stop.

You let your hands slip under his shirt and roam freely, feeling his sculpted chest under your palms, earning a deep groan from sunghoon.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth, he was the one in control of the kiss but you didn’t mind. You just craved to be taken care of.

He pulled away from you and began to lift your shirt up, too eager to feel your whole body— to make you his even if you didn’t belong to him.

He threw the shirt on the floor and widened his eyes as he saw your naked upper body.

Sunghoon stared in trance at you, but it made you feel self conscious and your arms wrapped around your chest.

Sunghoon frowned, taking your hands away “Never,” He murmured, kissing your lips once more “Never cover yourself from me, understand?” You nodded in response “Yes, Hoon.”

He squeezed your tit and lowered his lips to the other one, sucking on your abused nipple “Such pretty tits.” He commented and you unconsciously grind on the sofa, the wetness of your pussy glistening your panties.

He left one breast to pay attention to the other, sucking and flicking his tongue on it, making you whine “Mhhh.. Hoon.” You encouraged him to continue

Sunghoon smirked and looked at you, moving your hips while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly opened, soft whimpers exiting it.

“Lay down, princess.” He ordered and you complied. His voice was so low and demanding you thought you’d do anything he asked without contemplating anything. Maybe he truly did a spell on you.

His fingers hooked under the hem of your shorts and he looked at your eyes, waiting for your approval. “Don’t ask,”

You said, trusting him and knowing he’d stop if you ever asked, but Aunghoon pecked your lips “Are you sure you want this?” He asked, because no matter how hard he wanted you, he’d never force himself on you.

You nodded, your mind hazy and you body in need to be touched “Yes— I need you, Hoon.” Your soft pleading made blood rush straight to his cock, the visible bulge pocking through his pants.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned and pulled your shorts down, discarding them on the floor “You’ll be the death of me.” He stared at your body like you were a sculpture to admire at a museum, his hand tracing your curves.

“My gorgeous baby,” Sunghoon noticed the wet patch on your panties and smirked widely “So wet for me? We haven’t even started.” He cooed as he tucked the hem down, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

With one finger he gathered your juices and took his digit inside his mouth, humming in approval “Tastes good, so fucking good.”

At such a sight you couldn’t help but let out a small whine “Hoon..” You murmured and his attention immediately snapped back at you “Yes, baby?”

You moved your hips closer to him “Touch me please.” And how could he say no when you asked so politely?

“Want me to touch you?” His finger went down and played with your clit, making you arch your back “Want me to make you feel good, s’that what you want baby?”

He cooed, one finger slipping inside your needy and wet hole, your walls squeezing around it “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He frowned, working his finger in and out your hole while you moaned under him “Does jake even touch you, uh?” He scoffed

He added another finger, keeping your legs opened with his other hand.

The movements of his fingers inside of you made you see stars, he was so skilled it almost made you forget you had a boyfriend that should do such filthy things to your body.

Not that you cared at that moment, and neither did Sunghoon.

Your hips moved back and forth to match his digits, deep inside of you.

He curled them and caressed your g-spot, making you squeeze your eyes and pant heavily “Faster.” You asked “Please Sunghoon— feels s’good.” His fingers moved faster and faster, the knot in your stomach about to snap when he abruptly pulled away.

You opened your eyes and whined, looking at him with a huge frown which made Sunghoon smile.

You were so cute like that, face all flushed in desperate need to cum “Don’t worry.” He reassured, pulling his sweat and boxers away “Just wanted you to cum all over my cock.”

You smiled but it soon transformed into a huge jaw drop as you saw how big and fat his cock was. it pulsed, angry red and thick, up on his stomach.

Sunghoon chuckled at your reaction, “Too big for you?” He asked, taking your chin in his hands and bringing your face slightly closer to him “Jake isn’t as big as me, is he?”

“That’s… never gonna fit.” You whispered, embarrassed “We’ll see that.” He pulled your head down on the sofa again and he fisted his shaft, your juices that still coated his fingers acting as lube.

He pressed the tip of his dick by your entrance, teasing it “Hurry.” You whined

Sunghoon smirked “Such a needy girl,” He scowled at you and pushed his cock into you in one deep thrust, making you gasp. you felt so stretched, your walls hugging his member, making his eyes roll back “Shit, princess,” He panted “You’re really so tight,” he pushed himself deeper, already bottoming out.

You whined in a mixture of pain and pleasure, gripping the sofa beneath you, Sunghoon noticed you and connected your lips with his, trying to distract you “Relax,” He cooed, one of his hands caressing your forehead with his thumb “It’s all good, you’re doing so well.”

His sweet words made you instantly relax, you looked at him through your teary eyes and he smiled warmly, pecking your lips once more.

He started moving inside of you, slowly at first and when the pain subdued to pleasure, you moaned “S’deep,” You breathed out, gripping his arm.

Sunghoon couldn’t hold back anymore, his hips started moving faster, your skin slapping together as he tsked “Bet he can’t fuck you like i do,”

He circled your clit with his free hand, while his other snuck around your neck, adding small pressure, just enough to make your mind hazy.

He groaned, trying his best not to cum right there as he heard your sweet moans, your tits moving back and forth alongside your body as he pushed his cock so deep he could see the shadow his bulge in your stomach.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you like you deserve,” He kept saying nonsense while you laid under him, the knot in your stomach about to snap.

You nodded at his statement, not registering his words at all “Hoon— s’close, i’m close.” You said, your voice cracked and quiet.

“I know baby,” He circled your clit faster “Can feel you squeeze me— fuck— squeeze my cock.” He threw his head back to move the bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, revealing an image of every girl’s erotic dream.

He felt your walls squeezing his cock, signalling that you were about to fall apart and so he hurried his movements “Don’t cum yet,” He ordered but you shook your head, unable to resist anymore as you came, your orgasm hitting like a crashing wave, making your body squirm underneath him.

Sunghoon slowed his thrusts but never faltered, he helped you ride out of your high until you were able to open your eyes again, your breath so heavy.

He kissed your lips, holding your chin in his fingers while he resumed his speed, trying to reach his own release

You moaned louder, probably even your neighbours could hear you but Sunghoon pushed you to overstimulation, “Gonna cum, just a little more baby.” He panted, gripping both your hips and rutting inside of you until he pulled out and came all over your chest and body, shots of white seed painting you.

You spread it all over yourself, waiting for him to calm down as the realisation of what you had just done hit both of you.

You exchanged no words but Sunghoon carefully scooped your figure from the sofa and carried you bridal style to the bathroom, making you sit as he prepared you a warm bath.

“Hoon..” you murmured, guilt eating you alive. Sunghoon turned around and saw the state you were in.

Ignoring the hard-on he had again at the sight of you all dirty in his cum, he pressed a featherlight kiss on your forehead “Don’t overthink it,” He said gently “it’ll be alright if he doesn’t know, and you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

Sunghoon asked and you nodded “That’s a good girl.” He pecked your lips but you brought him into a deeper kiss and before you knew, his tongue was inside your mouth again.

He reluctantly pulled away, shaking his head, feeling like he’d be taking advantage of you.

Sunghoon closed the tab of the bath and helped you in, despite your legs that were like jelly, you felt refreshed and happier.

He let go of your hand but you didn’t, keeping it secured in yours. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“Get inside.” You beckoned to the bath and he shook his head again “I’ll take a shower later.”

You pouted “Let’s save water.” Your eyes were so soft and glossy he couldn’t help but comply and he entered the bathtub with you.

Nedless to say, you found yourself on his laps, needy grinding against his hard cock as you two made out with the warm water around you both.

Maybe you could do more than that while Jake was away.

⪩⪨

The next morning you woke up to a strange sensation between your thighs, it felt hot but also good, waves of pleasure rushing through your body.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked down, seeing a ruffled head buried between your legs, two strong hands pinning you down the bed.

“Hoon..” You breathed out, your mind still hazy and eyes too heavy to keep open.

Sunghoon momentarily detached himself from your cunt, your wetness coating his chin “Mh, hey princess.” He smiled as if he wasn’t eating you out for breakfast “Just relax, let me take care of you.”

You already weak heart melted at his statement and you just nodded, resting your head back on the pillow while Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your tongue, stimulating it with his fingers as well.

You closed your eyes and placed one hand behind sunghoon’s head, grasping his hair, trying to bring him closer, needing him closer.

The phone on your bedside table started ringing, making you take it and frustratedly checking who was ruining your moment.

You would’ve jerked away if it wasn’t for Sunghoon’s grip at the sight of Jake’s contact name “It’s Jake.” You half-whispered, half-screamed, trying to pull Sunghoon’s head away from your pussy.

He reluctantly let go and nodded “Answer.” Though his tone said that was the last thing he wanted you to do. With shaky hands, you took the call and placed the phone beside your ear “Hello?”

“Y/N, hi… it’s morning there, did I wake you up?” Jake’s voice seemed to foreign to your ears it felt strange at first; as you were about to reply, Sunghoon’s lips attached to your pussy once more, making you gasp.

“You good?” Jake asked from the other line, worry lacing his tone “All good!” You exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

No matter how hard you grasped Sunghoon’s hair, the man was not going to pull away from your pussy and the way he pinned you more down on the bed confirmed your thoughts.

Instead, you bit your bottom lip and tried your best not to give away the pleasure your boyfriend’s best friend was giving you. “Listen, I'm so sorry.” You frowned, confused “What are you sorry for?”

A whimper died down your throat when Jake answered “How I left things, I shouldn’t have ignored your texts..” He sighed softly “I was just mad, I needed some time alone, but it isn’t an excuse.”

No, it wasn’t, but you had forgotten about the fight thanks to Sunghoon’s magic bed skills, so you just shrugged it off.

“I understand.” You breathed out as Sunghoon inserted a finger into your sticky walls, fingering you while his tongue worked on your clit.

Jake sighed at your answer “I said hurtful things to you, can you forgive me?” You moved your hips, fucking yourself on sunghoon’s tongue, earning a hum of approval that sent waves through your body.

“Yes,” you replied, though you didn’t know if it was meant for Jake’s question or to incite Sunghoon in his act “Really?”

Jake’s voice sounded surprised, you usually took things personally, so why brush it all off? He wasn’t going to complain, though.

“How are things going there?” He asked “Alright,” You murmured, Sunghoon’s skilled tongue making you see stars.

“There?” You managed to ask without letting your voice shake when Sunghoon added a second digit inside of you, curling them like he had already memorised where your sweet spot was.

And he probably did.

“Well.” Jake chuckled “But I miss you so much,” You felt a pang of guilt, because since Sunghoon occupied your daily life, your mind had started to drift toward Jake less.

“Miss you too,” You whispered, your words making Sunghoon’s fingers move faster. You bit down on your fist to prevent yourself from making unwanted noises.

You heard a second voice from the other line but couldn’t quite understand what it said, and then Jake sighed sadly “I have to go baby, I'll text you when I finish this meeting.”

You hummed, your back arching “I love you.” Jake said sweetly and you answered with a quick “Me too.” Before hanging up, throwing the phone on the mattress.

You pulled sunghoon’s head away and pushed it on the bed, strangely he let you do it, not fighting you.

He laid on the bed while you crawled on top of him, hovering just above his face “You’re so hot when you’re pissed.” he teased, knowing that you would’ve been anxious about being discovered.

That was what added the thrill to Sunghoon, it would be boring otherwise.

“Shut up,” You shushed, lowering yourself on his lips and gripping his hair, pulling his lips on your pussy, the sweet sensation appearing again.

You bucked your hips down, riding his face while you moaned, trying to reach your orgasm.

Sunghoon’s tongue found your entrance, fucking your hole, drinking all your wetness like you were his last meal.

On other occasions you would've been scared of choking him, but with the pre-orgasm bliss, your selfishness appeared and you just worried about cumming.

His nose poked your clit, his tongue fucking in and out and his hums of approval to let you know that he was, at least, still breathing made you reach your high, legs shaking.

He helped you ride out of your orgasm, your breath still hard as you laid down on the bed again, chest raising up and down.

He sat up and kissed your lips, tasting your cum on his tongue “Morning, Y/N.” He murmured in a hoarse voice.

“Morning, Sunghoon.” It was the same thing you two had been telling each other for a week, only this time, it meant so much more.

⪩⪨

“Let me see them, come here.” He demanded as you two got home from your nail salon appointment, which he insisted on paying.

You smiled widely and walked closer to the sofa where he was sitting — or rather, manspreading — and happily showed him your pinkish nails.

“I love them.” You confessed, the small brush of Sunghoon’s thumb on your knuckles making your breath hitch “Pretty nails for a pretty girl.” He smirked when he noticed the effect he had on you.

Sunghoon was no innocent man, despite his shy appearance.

When he said he’d do anything for you, he meant it, even betray his best friend for you.

Maybe you didn’t want to dump him because Jake was, in fact, a good boyfriend if you didn’t count the bad moments you had together.

But Sunghoon was better than him, and he was planning on showing you.

He let go of your hand and patted his lap, beckoning you to sit on it.

Complying, you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck “But you didn’t have to pay for them.” You murmured, feeling guilty that he spent so much for you, along with the necklace and earrings he bought you as a gift

“Shhh,” He hushed you, pressing a finger on your lips, brushing his thumb over your bottom one.

“I want to spoil you baby, you deserve it.” His voice was barely a whisper, so deep and husky.

Your lips hitched with the urge you had to put them on his, kissing until you grew sick of it— but you couldn’t.

“Actually,” You mumbled and pulled away, just enough to resist your deepest thoughts “I don’t want to send you away, but Jake wanted to FaceTime me,” You gulped, fidgeting with his shirt

Sunghoon tilted his head, his hands securing around your waist, protectively keeping you close “So?”

“So, I thought it’d be better if he didn’t see you here.” You added, nodding at your own statement

Sunghoon frowned, “I can hide in the bathroom until you’re done.”

“Hoon— you’ve been sleeping here for four days..” His jaw ticked “Am I bothering you?”

You were quick to shake your head “No, never.” You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your feelings since that useless argument you had with Jake

He sighed softly and took your chin in his fingers, making you look inside his eyes “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, holding you so gently you thought you’d shatter right there and he’d be able to pick up all your pieces

“I—“ You shook your head, but Sunghoon’s grip tightened on your chin “Tell me.” He demanded, not harshly.

“I just… I don’t think Jake would like it if he knew about this and I feel so guilty.” Sunghoon felt his anger rise, because he wanted to tell you that your relationship was more off than on, he wanted to tell you to just break up with Jake and live with him, spend your day tucked under his protections so that no one could hurt you anymore.

But, you weren’t his and he couldn’t do anything about it… yet.

“What we’re doing isn’t bad, alright?” He tried to sooth your worry “We’re just two adults trying to satisfy each other’s needs,” Sunghoon licked his bottom lip, looking at your glossy and innocent eyes made his dick harden inside his jeans.

“And I want to take care of you..” He whispered, his hand slipping under your shirt, groping your breasts, earning a small whimper from you “Will you let me?”

Were the necklace and earrings he gave you cursed? Because no matter how much you knew this was wrong, you only craved for more.

“Yes,” You whispered, “I want to make you feel good too.” Sunghoon’s eyes softened, you were so cute and innocent and so his to ruin “Is that so, princess?” You nodded in response

“Want to make me feel good?” You hummed and Sunghoon got close to your ear, purring “Get on your knees.”

You complied right away, climbing down his laps and placing yourself between his legs “Need those pretty hands around my cock,” He said and you unzipped his jeans, palming his already hard length through the fabric

“Do you know how to give a blow?” He scoffed, almost being degrading “I bet Jake couldn’t even teach you properly.” Sunghoon caressed the side of your cheek and then his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head toward his hips “Hurry up, sweetheart.”

Not wanting to make him wait, you quickly pulled the hem of his boxers down and let them fall to his ankles.

His cock sprung free, veiny and thick, you let your tongue trace it, giving kitten licks to the tip.

Sunghoon groaned, holding your hair up to a semi-ponytail so they wouldn’t bother you.

You circled your tongue all over the tip, tasting his bittersweet precum.

“Stop teasing.” he warned, pulling your hair back and looking into your eyes, his tone softening, “Understood, baby?” You nodded in approval and took him whole inside your mouth in one swift movement, his long shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

He ard your slight gag but the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him was enough to cloud his mind. you bobbed your head back and forth, filthy sounds filling the room.

“Shit princess, you feel so good.” He groaned “Mh— could just cum right here.” His praising fuelled your confidence, so you gripped both his hips and moved your head faster, trying to provide him pleasure

You palmed his balls as well, gripping them gently as Sunghoon let out a low moan, throwing his head back on the headboard on the sofa.

You spied him from your eyelashes, he looked like the epitome of erotic: mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.

He pushed your mouth further, trying to bottom out when your phone started ringing. You got distracted, looking to the side, about to pull away as you knew it was Jake.

“Don’t you dare.” Sunghoon groaned, standing up and pushing his cock deep inside your throat, you gagged, it being too big to fit.

You tried to push him away to catch your breath but Sunghoon didn’t seem to care. Only when he saw your teary eyes did he give you the chance to breathe.

You panted heavily, spit rolling down your cheeks and wetting your shirt.

Your ringtone started once again and Sunghoon watched you wild his eyes, he took your chin in his hands and raised a brow “You going to answer?”

Your eyes were glossy and the tip of your nose red, you shook your head in reply “That’s what I thought.” he smirked and yanked you by your hair, snatching them to push his fat cock inside your mouth once again.

The way you were just staring at him with those eyes made him grin, the sweat dripping down his forehead added a small spark to the whole situation.

Your phone rang once more and he let out an annoyed groan, taking it in his hands “Maybe I should just show your boyfriend what you’re doing right now, uh?” You panicked and shook your head, trying to pull away from him.

“Keep sucking,” he warned, maintaining his grip on your hair. He showed your phone screen to you, Jake’s contact name appearing before your eyes.

You murmured, trying to tell him not to do anything reckless but that only sent waves of pleasure to his length.

“Shit Y/N.” he panted, throwing your phone back on the sofa, not caring about its ringtone anymore.

“Always ruining the moment, that fucker.” He murmured, holding your head with both his hands and pushing his dick in and out your warm and went mouth

“I’m so close baby,” You nodded, dropping your arms on your side and letting him do what he needed to reach his high. His moans were low, more like growls which made the wetness between your legs grow more uncomfortable as time passed.

You liked when he acted so possessive, when he acted like you belonged to him.

You wished you did.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He chanted, eyes rolling back “Such a good girl for me,” He groaned once more, pushing one last time, deeper until released his seed inside your mouth.

He took deep breaths, trying to calm down “Swallow.” Sunghoon ordered, his eyes so dark and red.

You gulped down and then stuck out your tongue to show him that no trace of his cum was left “Good girl.” He smiled, helping you up.

He helped you up and was about to pull your body closer when you shook your head “What’s wrong?” He asked, confused at your sudden coldness

You glanced at your phone on the sofa and smiled faintly “I think I should call Jake back.” You took it and bit your bottom lip, “I’ll be back later.”

You didn’t spare Sunghoon a glance and just disappeared in your bedroom, closing the door behind your back, leaving Sunghoon in the living room with the realisation that your heart still belonged to Jake.

⪩⪨

Jake was a total asshole. He had always known that, but realisation hit him the moment he saw you coming out of that room bawling your eyes out.

Despite not wanting to tell him, he had a feeling it meant Jake’s foul mouth said things he shouldn’t have.

And as he rocked you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings while gently caressing your body, he was more than determined to take you away.

What made it worse was that you took your time to clean the drool from your cheeks, combed your tangled hair and even put some mascara on to be pretty.

Jake didn’t even consider that, or didn’t try to think how happy you’d be to talk to him and harshly destroyed your mood.

The next morning you woke up feeling groggy, your eyes were puffy and tear stains lined down your cheeks.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, trying to fix the damage that was your appearance.

After washing your face and doing your needs, you exited the bathroom thinking you’d be alone and mentally preparing to make something for yourself to eat when you came across a tall male figure cooking.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide as you drank him in. Sunghoon was toasting something with the pan, his forearms flexing as he twisted the bread.

He was quietly humming a melody, quiet enough not to wake you up, the smell of caramel and first loves filling the air.

You felt a sudden peace of mind, dreaming about waking up like this every day, lazy sunday mornings spent in, cuddling and just being with each other.

Your dream was crushed when you remembered you actually had someone to do that with you, and he wasn’t Sunghoon.

You walked towards him and hugged his waist, your small arms wrapped around his toned torso. He stiffed for a second before realising it was you “Morning sleepyhead.”

“Morning Hoon.” You said back, snuggling your face closer to his back. He turned off the stove and turned around, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body closer

“Slept well?” Sunghoon asked, placing the palm of his hand on your cheek, his thumb giving it gentle strokes.

The way he talked and looked had you so weak and vulnerable and the only place you wanted to be in was the space between his arms, pressed in so close and so tight.

“Yes, thanks to you.” You gave him a sincere smile. His lips twitch up into a smile and you can feel the warmth of his gaze on your face.

He shook his head and placed a featherlight kiss on your head “I did nothing, really.” He did what Jake should’ve done, instead he chose to be the reason for your hurting.

You were about to answer when he held your waist tightly and placed you to sit on the kitchen counter, you blinked faintly in confusion. Sunghoon smiled and pecked your nose “Breakfast will be done soon.” He announced, winking at you.

He turned back to the stove and placed the toasts on a small plate; he walked to the fridge and took some jam along with butter.

You followed all his movements with your gaze, noticing how his muscles twitched at his every movement. He was wearing a t-shirt that was supposed to be Jake’s, though you had to admit it looked way better on Sunghoon. You shook your head, getting rid of those (not so) untrue allegations.

Sunghoon finished making the toasts and turned towards you, his fang smile so addictive. “Are you hungry?” He asked “I made toast and found strawberries in the fridge.”

“I think you’d like to eat something else.” You murmured, voice still hoarse from sleeping.

Sunghoon’s gaze darkened as he registered your words, placing himself between your legs “And what is it?” He questioned, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin

With one hand you held yourself on the counter and wrapped the other around Sunghoon’s neck.

You two had only four more days together, and you chose to make the best of them.

You’d deal with Jake when he came back and could talk face to face.

“I have a perfect meal for you.” You smirked, looking down at your lower body. Sunghoon let out a soft sigh, his bulge already poking from his shorts “My favourite.”

His palm traced all the way from your breasts, down to your stomach and hem of the shorts.

He slipped one finger inside and cursed under his breath when he realised you were wearing no underwear

You chuckled at his reactions and Sunghoon attacked your lips with his, sucking on your bottom lip, making you squirm.

He squeezed your breasts and simultaneously played with your clit, touching you in only ways he could.

He detached his lips from yours and lowered himself, kneeling in front of you.

He kissed your clothed core, smelling the scent of you, so addicting.

You felt your pussy clench around nothing, the usual warm feeling building inside your body.

You looked down at Sunghoon with pleading eyes and he was more than happy to satisfy you “On it, baby.” He licked his lips as he pulled your shorts down, the cold air of the room hitting your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Sunghoon placed kitten kisses all over your thighs, so close to where you needed him but not exactly there.

“Hoon.. please.” You whined, pulling him by his hair closer to your core. Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your clit, making you gasp out.

He continued to lick your pussy like a popsicle, his skilled tongue brushing against your shaven mound, making your head hazy.

Your breath grew heavy and you couldn’t help but throw your head back, desperately pushing Sunghoon closer, trying to find satisfaction.

Sunghoon rewarded your bravery by inserting one finger inside your hole, brushing it against your g-spot “Fuck— Hoon, yes” You moaned out

“Pussy tastes so good.” he purred, diving again between your thighs “All mine, this is all mine, got it?” in your blissful state you nodded your head in reply, bucking your hips to meet his movements

As Sunghoon’s fingers kept brushing against a certain spot that had your eyes roll back, you felt something snap inside of you and liquid spurred out of your pussy.

You widened your eyes, looking down at him with an apologetic look.

“I— I’m sorry.” You said, taking in the sight of said liquid dripping down Sunghoon’s chin and having wetted his shirt.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be on cloud 9 “That was so hot, Y/N.” He said with sparkling eyes “Squirt on me again baby, please.”

He was really pussy drunk, drinking all your juices, fucking you with his tongue and fingers.

He raised himself on his feet and brought you into a sloppy and messy kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips.

His painful clothed bulge pressed against your core, rubbing against it.

Sunghoon made his shorts and boxers fall down to his ankles and rubbed his red tip on your wet folds, gathering your sweet juices.

He pushed his thick cock inside you and your breath hitched, its length still something you weren’t used to.

You propped yourself on your elbows and took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the burning stretch.

Sunghoon moved slowly, rubbing your clit to make you even wetter so that he could slip in and out without hurting you.

He held your face with one hand, his thumb inside your thumb while you sucked on it “You’re so dirty.” he smirked “My dirty girl.” He got close to your face and hurried his thrusts

“Tell me baby— shit— you mine, uh?” He asked, voice husky

“I’m not y-yours.” Ah, wrong answer. He stilled his movements, looking down at you with a raised brow “Not mine?” He scoffed, “Then you don’t deserve to cum.”

You felt him pull out and panicked, gripping his forearm desperately “No!” You exclaimed “Please Hoon.”

He gave one deep thrust, making you whimper “What did you say?” You blinked faintly “Please..” He shook his head “Nah ah.”

You sighed “I’m yours, Hoon.” His lips twitched into a sly smirk “Good girl.” Sunghoon praised as he gripped your waist.

You raised your top just enough to let your breasts run free and squeezed your nipple, stimulating your body.

Sunghoon joined you and squeezed the other one, bringing his lips down to circle it and send waves of pleasure through your body.

Sunghoon took hold of your hips, raising you from the counter while your hands were still gripping it, moving your lower body to meet his in quick and deep thrusts.

“Fuck, get down.” he helped you down the counter and manhandled you, turning you as he pleased.

He took your arms and hooked them around one of his, your back pressed against his chest.

Sunghoon entered your body once more, his movements so fast. You clenched around him, your moans so loud.

“You were made for me.” He groaned in your ear, kissing your shoulder “Mine to fuck, mine to own, mine to love.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, crying out in pleasure “S-sunghoon.” He breathed out “I know baby,” the speed of his thrusts hurried, rutting inside of you as he hit the sweet spot “Cum for me.”

At his words your eyes rolled at the back of your head, mouth agape as you came apart on his cock.

He looked down, the white circle forming around his shaft, almost making him cum as well on spot.

Your legs started shaking, his thrusts never faltering even as you squirmed in his grip. He circled your clit with one hand, your eyes getting watery.

“Shh,” He soothed, letting go of your arms to make you stabilise yourself by gripping the counter; his hands grasped your hips, grip so tight it would probably leave marks by the next day as he thrusted inside of you, trying to reach his release.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sunghoon panted, the speed of his movements increasing even more “Inside—“ You choked out “Cum inside me.” Your words made him release his seed right there, coating your clenching walls with his warm cum.

He hugged your back, lips brushing against your shoulders as he fucked his cum right back into you, not wanting a single drop to fall out.

He raised from your figure but still not pulling out, turning your head by your chin and connecting your lips.

The kiss was sloppy and uncomfortable due to the position, but it held so many feelings it made you melt.

Sunghoon’s fingertips caressed your stomach, holding you close while gentle thrusts kept uniting your bodies “You begging me to cum inside really did something to me, pretty girl.” He chuckled, kissing your jawline.

“Fortunately,” You started, still out of breath “I’m on the pill. Sunghoon chuckled huskily, “I wouldn’t have minded even if you weren’t.”

He pulled out, drops of his cum running down your thighs. He turned you around and kissed you deeply once more “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can eat.”

You gave him a weak smile, you were sticky and sweaty, probably your hair was also messed up, but Sunghoon still looked at you like you were the most beautiful person in the world. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled “I’m taking you out for the night, so prepare that dress I bought you.” Euphoria took over your face as you nodded happily “Thank you, Hoon.”

“I already told you I’d do anything for you.”

⪩⪨

You were putting the earrings he had bought you, the crimson dress hugging your body.

You stood in front of the full-length mirror inside your room, trying your best not to poke another hole in your ear.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, Sunghoon’s head snuggled in the crook of his neck. The familiar cologne filled your nostrils, bringing a sense of peacefulness inside you.

Sunghoon kissed the back of your shoulder, his arms bringing you to his body. You felt his erections pressing between your ass cheeks, making you chuckle “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in your ear, his kisses raising toward your jaw

You let out a shaky breath as he started slowly grinding against your ass “Hoon… We have a reservation.” You cleared your throat, trying not to think at the wetness between your legs

“So?” His voice was so low it made you shiver in his embrace. His hands moved towards your breasts, squeezing them from outside the fabric of your dress. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You shook your head “We’re going to be late.” He pressed your lower body even closer to his, rutting his clothes cock on your ass “Please baby…” He groaned, “I’m so hard it hurts.”

His eyes locked with your from the mirror and you couldn’t deny him when he looked so desperate for you.

You loved it, you loved the way he seemed to be so obsessed with you.

You nodded “Alright.” He didn’t waste time and flicked your skirt up, pushing his pants and boxers down and pushing your panties to the side. As his cock sprung free, you could feel it rubbing against you, so hot and hard.

He took your arms and held them in his hand, rubbing your folds with his shaft with the other. With one swift movement, he entered you, moving fast already.

Your moans were music to his ear and the sight of you rolling your eyes from the full-length mirror made his cock twitch inside of you.

Sunghoon groaned, sweat coating his forehead as he sped up, letting go of your arms to grip your hips and use your body as he pleased.

You put one hand behind his head and pressed yourself closer to him, your back tightly against his chest.

“My perfect girl,” He chanted, biting his bottom lip, trying his best not to cum just there “This pussy was made for me, uh?”

His heavy breath sent shivers through all your body, the sweet feeling of his dick bottoming out, hitting your cervix repeatedly made your legs shake.

“Close already?” He asked, the sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds from your cunt filling the room “Y-yes.” You managed to say, the feeling of euphoria approaching you.

“Fuck— me too.” He let out a few breaths, hurrying his speeds “Let’s cum together baby,” Sunghoon hugged your body from behind, spooning you while standing up as he rutted fast your abused pussy

“You’ll let me cum inside, right?” You nodded your head, “Please.” You breathed out “Want you to fill me up.”

Your words were enough for Sunghoon to empty his load inside of you, your own hand went down to circle your clit and you came right with him.

Your walls pulsed around him and his cock twitched, with slow and deep thrusts. He kissed the back of your shoulder, his breath calming down.

“You did amazing,” He whispered, pulling out and covering your folds with your underwear.

He pulled his pants and boxers up and pulled you by your waist, kissing you hungrily “Now, you’re going to dinner with my cum inside,” He murmured on your lips “And after we come home I’ll fuck it right back, filling you up again.”

You were still dazed from your orgasm, or maybe it was the spell he gave you, because all you could manage to do was nod blissfully. Sunghoon’s plan was indeed working.

⪩⪨

Saying that you two had been fucking like two rabbits was an understatement.

Sunghoon took you in the kitchen again, then on the sofa, in the bathtub and so many times in the bedroom.

Like now, you had the insane idea to blow him around three am, the day before Jake was coming home.

Nobody could blame you, though, because the way he was sleeping with his lips open, bare chested and hands ruffled turned you so on you wanted to give him the sloppiest and messiest head of his life. And so you did.

Sunghoon was now cuddling with you, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive skin, the quiet of the night too comfortable as you laid in his embrace.

His breath was even and soft, his body heat should’ve been bothering you since you were in July but it only made you seek more. Maybe it was the fact that the day before, it would be gone forever.

“Hoon?” you asked, tone gentle “Hmm?” he murmured sleepily, sniffling his head closer to your shoulder

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds, trying to gather your thoughts “When tomorrow comes, can you give me some time alone?”

Sunghoon frowned “What?” You gulped, looking down at him, smelling your shampoo scent in his hair. “I need some time to figure things out.”

Sunghoon was scared to feel hopeful by your words, he still said “Figure what?”

“My feelings.” You answered, sighing softly “It’s just that, I’ve never felt so happy like when I’m with you.” At those words, he raised his head, his tired dark eyes meeting yours

“With Jake, everything feels on autopilot, we just live our lives as if we were two roommates.” He caressed your shoulder, letting you know that he was with you, that he had got you

“But with you— you made me rediscover how love feels like, how it feels to be someone’s first choice.”

“Y/N..” He whispered, feeling a sudden urge to protect you “But I’m saying this after spending basically one month without my boyfriend.” Hearing you utter those two words felt like a punch in the stomach, even though you were just stating the truth.

Sunghoon had just been a replacement for you, something to fill the void created by Jake.

“I need to see it for myself if I really have no feelings left for him or if..” He interrupted you before you could finish “I understand.”

You blinked faintly, “You do?” Sunghoon nodded, a smile forming on his lips “Of course, I’ll wait for you and understand if you choose to be with Jake.”

Your eyes sparkled at his words, he was so gentle despite the fact that his heart was breaking.

But that wouldn’t happen, because as he held you close to him, he knew his spell had worked.

No matter how much you tried, you wouldn’t be able to get away from him.

“I’ll always be there for you.” No matter how many times he repeated it, you always felt the sincerity of his words.

⪩⪨

“I’m back.” Jake announced, entering the front door with his huge luggage “Y/N?” He asked, walking into the living room

“Hey,” You smiled, reaching him “Welcome back.” Jake smiled wrapped his arms around you “How is my love?” He asked rather happily

“Layla’s alright, I think.” Your answer sounded harsh, still not fully having forgiven him for the horrible things he said on FaceTime.

Jake frowned, knowing his sins “I’m so sorry, baby.” You sighed, pulling away from his embrace “I know.” You just said and took his luggage “I’ll put the dirty clothes in the laundry.”

Everything went smoothly, he had talked to you all about his journey, how awesome Los Angeles was, everyone was so kind and supportive towards him. And, not a single question on how you had been the past two weeks.

Shaking the feeling off and trying not to think about Sunghoon anytime Jake brushed his fingers against your skin, you successfully managed to get through three days.

What you told Sunghoon was true, your life went on autopilot when you were with Jake.

You woke up, went to work, did the chores and then went to sleep. You barely spoke to each other and the awkward silence in the house was always present.

“Baby?” He asked while you were cooking by the gas stoves, you hummed in response, not turning around.

“Since when did you buy all those jewellery and clothes?” He raised a brow, leaning against the counter “They’re pretty expensive, they’re from Pandora.”

“Oh?” You turned around and looked at the jewel case in his hands, trying to suppress a smile at the memory of Sunghoon buying you all the things you liked. Honestly, you wouldn’t even care if he had bought you diamonds or just paper rings, you’d take anything he’d give you.

“I liked them, so I bought them.” You shrugged, turning back to stir the soup inside the pot

“You’re so rich you can buy anything you want now?” He scoffed, placing the jewel case on the table and crossing his arms.

You stopped in your tracks, raising a brow “What?” Jake clicked his tongue “Did you pay the rent?” You nodded “Of course I did, last week.”

He let out a satisfied sound “What about the car insurance?” Now did you turn around and stared at him in disbelief “It’s your car, I’m not going to pay for you.”

Jake sighed “Come on baby, I’ve spent all my money on the trip.” You narrowed your eyes, dots collecting inside your brain “It’s a business trip, the company should’ve paid for you.”

Jake widened his eyes, stuttering “I— I meant the food and…” He trailed off. You weren’t going to buy it, you didn’t want to hear his excuses anymore.

“I don’t care, it’s your car. I don’t use it.” You informed, cleaning your hands in the apron and crossing them on your chest “But I’m your boyfriend.”

Your brows furrowed at his statement “Only when you want to.” Jake rolled his eyes “Here you go again.” He ran a hand through his hair “Could you stop being so over dramatic?”

“Oh, so now I’m over dramatic.” You said sarcastically “Yes! Yes you are.” He snapped

You didn’t flinch or look away this time, you weren’t going to show your weak side. Jake always took advantage of it, and you weren’t going to let him.

“Sunghoon was right.” You murmured and Jake’s head snapped back toward you “What?”

“You’re an asshole.” You narrowed your eyes but Jake just dismissed your “Yeah, ok. What about Sunghoon?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time with him lately,” Jake laughed at your statement, seeming genuinely thrilled at your information “You and that weirdo?”

Your mouth hung open “What did you say about him? He’s your best friend.”

Jake tsked, “That’s what he thinks. He was a loner and I just talked to him. He has stuck with me since then and I’m growing pretty sick of it.”

“How dare you talk about him like that?” Jake’s brow raised “Why do you care?”

“Because he is ten times better than you.” Jake chuckled again “Oh, he is? Baby, I’m better than him or you would’ve been his girlfriend by now.”

He leaned back against the counter “And what have you two been doing, eh? Reading books? Watching corny films? Playing table games?”

“Sex.” You replied, your tone monotone, having had enough of his bullshits. His chuckle died and he frowned, looking up at you.

“You heard me, I slept with Sunghoon.” His jaw dropped, anger building inside of him “So you just go around and act like a slut? Is that what you do when I’m not home?”

“Don’t you dare call me a slut.” You snapped, your voice raising for the first time in three years “You cheated on me, Y/N. When were you going to tell me?”

“I needed a few days to figure my feelings out, and thank you for making me realise how much of an asshole you are.”

Jake scoffed “You're the one who slept with another man when you’re supposed to be my girlfriend.”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry for cheating.” His face held some victorious feelings that quickly died as you added “Because I should’ve dumped you before.”

“And that’s what I’m doing right now, Sim Jaeyun, I’m breaking up with you.”

“You can’t do that.” His face filled with anger, but no regret could be found.

You were glad you opened your eyes before you were stuck with him “You’ve sucked my happiness out, you took the life out of me. Now I’m going to take it back.” You took off the apron, throwing it at his chest “I’ll come and get my things tomorrow.”

You heard him throwing other harsh words to you, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even wear your shoes, just ran out of your old apartment in slippers, towards the only place you knew would always have space for you.

⪩⪨

“Don’t shoot me!” Sunghoon was playing with his friends at a video game, the sound of keyboard taps filled the whole house along with his shouting.

It was strange his neighbours hadn’t come to complain already.

“At your back!” Jay informed him, Sunghoon was taking the aim to kill the enemy but his doorbell ringing distracted him, making his shoot pointless. “Shit man, I think it’s Miss Choi again.”

Jay snorted, “Alright, go deal with her.” The friends exchanged goodbyes and Sunghoon got up, the doorbell kept ringing, making Sunghoon groan

“Here, Here.” He sighed as he opened the door only to widen his eyes when he realised it was you in front of him— not his neighbour.

“Y/N—“ He couldn’t even finish saying your name when you threw yourself on him, lips meeting his. Sunghoon was taken aback at first but soon enough kissed you back, your lips touching and moving together.

You pulled away, panting heavily “What are you doing here?” He asked, taking in the sight of you.

Home clothes, slippers on and heavy breaths…

“Did you run here?” You took several deep breaths before speaking “I’m so sorry I made you wait.” Sunghoon blinked faintly at your sudden apologies

“Why are you—“ You shook your head “Please let me finish first.”

Sunghoon nodded slowly, waiting for you to continue. “When I first met Jake, I had never experienced love, so I thought what he did was normal…” You recalled in your mind all the times he and treated you unfairly for a span of three years and shivered

“But you made me realise how love actually feels, and I want to learn all the other forms it comes with.” You looked up at his eyes “He called you names and said he’d only been your friend for pity.”

You continued “I just wanted you to know that you are not pitiful, in fact, you're the best person I’ve ever met. Please, don’t listen to him.”

Sunghoon couldn’t care less about Jake’s opinion about him. But a small smile appeared on his face at the way you seemed to be so annoyed by the fact that he had insulted him.

“You defended me?” He asked softly, and you nodded as if it was the most obvious answer “I also dumped his unworthy ass.”

Sunghoon’s brows shot up in surprise and a smirk crept on his lips “That’s my girl.”

He brought his arms around your waist, pressing your body on his “I want to make it right, Sunghoon, I want to be happy and I want you.” You bit your bottom lip “If you want me too?”

Sunghoon chuckled and twirled you in the air, your giggles filling his usual lonely apartment “I’ve always wanted you, from the first day I saw you, I knew you were the one.”

His answer surprised you, “You liked me?” Sunghoon booped your nose, you looked so cute, all rebel wannabe just for your insecurities to stop you again “I think I love you.”

Your breath hitched, those words leaving his lips made you feel so warm on the inside, your heart skipping so many beats you weren’t sure it was still working “I think I love you too.”

Sunghoon kissed you deeply, his tongue entering your mouth as he claimed you, finally able to call you his.

You pulled away and chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

You tilted your head, tone flirty “So.. You’ll let me stay for the night?” Sunghoon secured your waist in his grasp “I’ll let you stay forever.”

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tbaluver · 4 months ago

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S/O With ADHD- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader requested: by a couple anonnies ♥︎ a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ i just want to mention a disclaimer about this. while i do have adhd, everybody experiences things differently so what might be common for me, can be completely different to another person! these symptoms presented here are only what i’ve experienced and what my friends have experienced and what people have requested! do not refer to this to diagnose yourself. if you suspect you might have adhd, please refer to a professional! there will be a part two to this because theres more to add but anyways enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He didn’t fully grasp the idea when you tried to explain your adhd to him, your thoughts would jump from one thing to another and he tried to keep up. He would do his own research to understand better what you were going through. He would notice the little things, the way you would say you 're going to do something but never actually start or how tasks seem to take you forever to finish.

No worries about being late or rushing to go on dates or hangouts with him, there’s no set start time. Often times the dates and hangouts are flexible. He’ll wait until you’re ready as long as he gets to spend time with you and eat yummy food together, he’s happy

Indulges and learns your hyper fixations and your current obsessions. He’ll learn more about them on his own time so he can talk more about them with you

If you’re okay with it, he’ll join you whenever you need to rest and watch your comfort shows whenever you’re feeling drained or overstimulated. He’ll make the atmosphere in the room feel more cozy either by giving you space, adjusting the lighting and closing the curtains, tucking you in your blankets, so you can recharge

Praises your smallest victories even if it was just cleaning your room or finishing a simple task in under an hour without thinking or worrying about it. He knows that even the simplest tasks can feel overwhelming so when you manage to do something without thinking or bed rotting before doing something, he’s genuinely proud of you.

Zayne:

He would truly listen when you go off on a tangent of your hyperfixations, letting you ramble about them without interrupting you. Even if you branch off too many topics that you swear relates to the main topic, eventually forgetting what the point was, he patiently brings you back to the main point.

“..wait what was I talking about?”

“you were talking about how ___ and __”

He’s very organized, constantly tidying and rearranging things for you without needing to be asked. He doesn’t mind it at all. He organizes in a way that he knows would help you but if you ever forget where something is, he’s quick to help you. lost your keys? by the dining room table. your jacket? in the laundry basket. your phone? you’re holding it

Tries to keep his explanations short and easier to understand. He’ll give you just enough without getting lost in any unnecessary details

When he’s not around, he helps you by texting you on specific times to check up on you or to help shift your focus

Separate calm activities alone but together with him. You could be doing your own thing while he reads his book(s) or finishes up any medical reports

Calculates how long it usually takes you to get ready, so he’ll plan dates with reservation an hour or two ahead of time, sometimes maybe even more depending on the date, just to avoid overwhelming you. He’s always patient and understanding, sometimes he’ll help you get ready to take the weight off your shoulders

Rafayel:

In the beginning, he’ll notice you can run late to things but once you explain that it’s because of your adhd, he’ll be more understanding. Still, he can’t help but tease you just a little but he means well. He’ll just plan more hangouts that don’t require any set start time, just as long as you two are together at the end

Yap sessions with him take up an ungodly amount of hours. You both branch off to different topics, each one you both swear is just as important as the last, so the conversation goes in different directions. It takes forever to circle back to the original point.

He loves hearing about your hyper fixations. You can tell him everything, every little fact and he’ll ask you a million questions, indulging in your passion for it as well.

Loves to spend time with you but he is mindful and lets you have the space to unwind whenever you might feel overstimulated or just need to recharge

Shows so much encouragement whenever you show your creative and passionate side. He’ll recognize and appreciate the things you’re good at, even if you’re not able to see it in yourself

It’s canon that he sends you separate messages instead of big blocks of texts but its not because that’s how he feels more comfortable texting but also because he knows that long paragraphs can feel overwhelming. He doesn’t want you to miss anything or feel pressured to read through a lot at once

Sylus:

Lets you hold his hand whenever you want, no need to ask. He knows how much you fidget and he loves how you rub circles on the back of his hand, melting under your touch. If it helps you feel better, then go ahead. He’d even buy you rings to fidget with, ones that maybe match and also just so you can have something to twist and twirl when he’s not around

He adores listening to your obsessions and your hyper fixations, letting you ramble your latest interests or the new trinkets you’ve added to your collection. He’ll even surprise you with little trinkets he remembers from past conversations, knowing they would make you smile

Enjoys spending time with you even if you were focused on your own thing, whether it was hobby related or just unwinding in your own way while he’s also doing his own thing.

When you need help focusing and he’s not around, he’ll reach out at a certain time to check in and help refocus your attention

Doesn’t really send you paragraph lengths of text messages but sends you shorter messages so it doesn’t feel as overwhelming. He’ll mostly send voice messages that are short and the right length so it doesn’t let your mind drift away

Online shopping with him can help so you can control yourself from impulse buying so many things. He doesn’t mind you buying the entire world with his card but sometimes he has to stop you from buying things you absolutely don’t need

Caleb:

It’s easy for tasks to slip through or become overwhelming. You might start one thing but your mind jumps to something else and it takes a while before you can get back to what you were originally doing. Caleb would help by breaking down your chores one at a time or with more manageable steps or most of the time he’ll step in and take care of things for you so you don’t feel burdened.

If anything important was coming up the day after, he’ll leave little sticky notes for you all over the house, each one with a tiny apple doodles. They’ll be on your mirror, bedroom door, anywhere else he knows you’ll see them

Ever since you were a kid, he’ll still help you go over any of your works or anything you were unsure about when you feel like you missed any details. He’ll make sure you don’t miss anything

Never judgemental at all if you cut him off mid-sentence. He understands that you need to get your thoughts out quickly before they slip away so he lets you speak freely without worry

Sometimes you might forget to reply to a message or forget to come back to the conversation, so he’ll send a follow up message like, “whaddya think pipsqueak? :o” or he’ll send you a post to bring you back to the convo

If you’re struggling to focus on something, instead of pushing you to keep going, he’ll encourage you to take a break. He’ll help you ease back into it whether it’s breaking things down further or offering some encouragement

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starmurdock · 4 months ago

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'truth is great and shall prevail'

matt murdock x reader | matt needing comfort & reassurance from the one he loves most

first DDBA!matt imagine. this show has re-fueled my love for writing him so i hope you enjoy! this one is fluffy and a lil angsty

the sounds of shuffling stirs you awake, limbs sprawling and stretching on your shared mattress as sunlight invades your vision. your eye opens just enough to read the time - 7:24.

a yawn escapes you just as matt turns around from the space in his closet. you smile softly. "morning, baby."

he walks over to your side of the mattress fastening his suit jacket. the sun hits his features just right, illuminating the perfectly intricate curves and angles of his face. his eyes glow a bright green-yellow, the crinkle of his smile briefly blocking their depth. "g'morning, pretty girl. how'd you sleep?"

the only response you can muster is a soft 'mmm' of contentment, letting him know: i slept well. he smiles, caressing your cheek like you'd break under his touch if he used too much force. your life with matt is nothing short of amazing, but mornings spent together take the cake. the softness of rustling in the sheets together, limbs tangled throughout the night; the warmth from matt's chest as he lays against your back, the pure comfort of resting your tired body against his. it truly is domestic heaven.

matt returns a 'mmm' in approval of your good sleep, kissing your forehead and lingering. you breathe deeply, taking in his scent that intoxicates you, wakes you up more than coffee ever could. it's musky, woody. not too strong for his heightened senses, but just enough to drive you mad. a hand moves onto his thigh, caressing and kneading the same way he does to you after a long day's work.

the ghost of matt's lips leave your skin feeling empty and cool as he sits back up, looking almost apologetic.

"today's the court meeting. wish i could stay here with you." he continues to gaze at you with a sorry expression, giving away the verity of his words. you take his hand and press a kiss to his palm.

" 's okay, honey. want them to see how good my husband is."

he laughs, still not used to the term. husband. it rings in his ears, only intensifying his insatiable need to be around you as much as possible.

"only wanna make you proud, sweetheart."

"you always do," you utter with the smile that never really left, because that's what matt does to you. his infectious spirit seeps into every fibre, imprinting himself, damning you to a lifetime of his wondrous company.

his expression turns serious all of a sudden, eyebrows fixed like he’s been taken off guard by something worrisome. he stares at you. his gaze is so intense it almost tricks you into thinking he is truly seeing you. the muscles of his thighs go taught, his hand stilling on your hip. his mouth opens once, twice before speaking.

"you know," he clears this throat. "i'm not one to admit to fear, but...i am nervous. about today." he looks away, now also fearing your judgment. he tries to hide his shame, but the way his hand twitches ever so slightly, like his body is wired to brace for disaster, gives it all away. you know him too well.

"hey," you sit up, all tiredness leaving your body. your hand takes his. "it's okay to be nervous, matt. you're human just like the rest of us."

as you speak, his fingers find solace in fiddling with your wedding ring. "i always had a vision for the person i wanted to marry when the time came. you gave me that and then some, matt. you're a damn good lawyer with a good heart. every time you step foot in the courtroom, you prove that to be true a hundred times over."

his gaze is back on you, staring just hard as before but differently, longingly. he heard the way your heart beat steady, the way it kept a stable rhythm. of course you were telling the truth, you had no reason to lie about this. and yet, the voice in the back of his mind taints his judgement as it so often does. he thanks God he's the only one with super hearing, his heart beating twice as fast as yours.

he fails to articulate how your sentiment made him feel, so he grabs your chin and kisses you instead. his tongue swiping on your lip at first contact, hungry for a taste of you. aching to savor every drop of your sweet, poisonous words. it didn't matter to him that you had just woken up, that the heat of your breath might've turned anyone else away. matt would take you in every state, every form. he pulls you onto his lap, grabbing at the flesh of your ass. molding, kneading, squishing. he can't get enough of you. tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck, he groans.

"fuck--" he hovers just above your lips. "i really should get going, honey. 'm sorry." he kisses one last time, making it count. with a final tap on your behind, he pulls away and gently scoots you back into bed. matt grabs his cane from its spot against the wall, exhaling as if purging the anxiety from his core. you tap on the mattress, signaling his attention.

"go get em, baby."

#kay writes #matt murdock #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #daredevil born again #daredevil #murdockmasterlist

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Can I request headcanons for Sunday, Boothill, Welt, Gallagher, Blade, and Dan Heng react to his shy gn crush giving him a love letter before leaving quickly?

Sunday:

Is calm upon receiving the note and still just as calm after reading it.

He knew this day was coming, you weren’t necessarily subtle about it either but he didn’t want to bring it up to you, knowing that if he did you’d loose all the confidence you’ve mustered up in order to give him the note.

He could read you like an open book and yet your sweet, genuine words touched his heart regardless. You held his heart in your hand and you weren’t even aware, he’ll be sure to rectify that soon enough.

While he wishes you could’ve told him in person, however he’ll gladly suffice for a note instead, seeing as it was the closest he’ll get in regard to an official confession.

With his place in your heart ensured, Sunday could finally use this as an opportunity to spoil you to your hearts content. Anything and everything you could ever possibly want or wish for was going to be yours if he had anything to do with it.

Your wish was his command and he’ll gladly rid himself of any competitors for your heart, all the while shielding your eyes from his underhanded tactics in doing so.

Welt:

You make this old man feel as though he were young and lively when you gave him the note and running off before he could say anything.

He felt as though he was in a romcom that he saw once…not that he was complaining.

Your note was so sweet and thoughtful that the more he continued to read, the more he began to find even more reasons to love you, for who you were was the most precious and perfect person in his life.

He didn’t want to confess first incase that he misread your past interactions for something else, but the note you’ve given him proved that his initial thoughts were correct, and that in reality he was just insecure and felt silly of the idea that someone his age was still experiencing things such as a crush.

But it was so much more than that and Welt knew it.

The only question left was, when was it going to be his time to confess?

Dan heng:

Thank god he took the note back to his room while he did because had he read it beforehand, otherwise his fellow trailblazers would’ve seen his face go the reddest it’s ever been in history.

He reads and re-reads your note to make sure that he wasn’t tricking himself but no, it was a real physical note from you confessing your crush on him.

Dan Heng felt as though he needed to sit down and think this through before he did something impulsive and stupid.

His little dragon noodle brain was telling him that he should seek out the most beautiful of all treasures, whether that be literature, clothing, jewels, and give them to you in droves in hopes of impressing you into being his mate.

Dan Heng dismisses it quickly as it came as it’ll probably overwhelm you and that was the exact opposite of what he wanted, and with that it was back to the drawing board to brainstorm.

Gallagher:

The moment he reads your note, he’s already got ideas on how your first date should go.

He’s not pissing about, not when you’ve given him the opportunity to treat you like he thought you should be treated; like you were the most priceless thing in existence because to him you very much were.

So why should he hesitate and potentially miss his chance to be with the person of his dreams?

He knew your favourite drink like the back of his hand from the countless times he’s made in perfecting it to your liking, so that wasn’t going to be as much of a problem as asking you out on a date was.

But he’ll figure something out, even if he’d have to improvise on the day. It would’ve been worth it if it meant having you by his side by the end of it.

Blade:

He’s not use to this sort of thing as love notes were a foreign concept to him.

He understood the intention and meaning behind it but he wasn’t the one to receive such notes.

So when you dropped off the note with him and ran the faster he’s ever seen you with a flustered look upon your face, Blade instantly knew then and there what the note was solely from your expression.

He wasn’t stupid so why he feeling a fluttering within his chest upon making this revelation?

It wasn’t painful nor caused his body any ache nor strife, if anything the more the warm, euphoric feeling spread throughout his body, the more his daily pains become an after thought in light of a possibility that you might actually like him back.

He always thought that the stories and blood -both his own and others- that stained his hands would run you off within a moments notice. Instead you choose to grasp his hands gently, wipe away the blood unfazed and still be able to look into his eyes after all that and smile.

You were his and Blade would be damned if he allowed anyone to encroach on you, regardless of their intentions. You weren’t to be taken from him for he’s already been through a lot and you weren’t going to be another name amongst the lost.

Boothill:

‘What’s this? Finally come to confess to me have you?’ He’d tease but would be genuinely surprised when he opens the note and finds that it actually is a confession note.

His crush? Liking him back? Bullshit!

He may act confident and self assured but he was in heavily in denial to begin with, but the more he re-read the note, he could tell that you were being serious. Which was a drastic change from your typically shy and anxious demeanour.

He even had to pinch the skin of his face to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming this up and that you were genuinely in love with him.

Sad he knows, but would you really be willing to date a man who wouldn’t be able to feel you expect from his face? Yeah he didn’t think so.

And yet you’ve proven him wrong by writing him a love letter confessing how you didn’t care about that, and how you loved him regardless if he could feel you or not. He was still someone you cared for deeply at the end of the day, never less someone you happened to find attractive. You weren’t shallow and Boothill knows this.

Not only that but he was genuinely scared that his best wasn’t going to be enough for you, sweet, kind, caring you…However Boothill recognises that hesitating and fearing the what ifs weren’t going to help him in wining your heart true and proper.

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hi girly I am soooo in my feels right now. Can you please do willy styles taking care of reader during her period. like she’s at his apt and needs tampons and he feels embarrassed buying them but does anyway for her because he loves her hehehe thank you <3

As much as I tried to write it as him being embarrassed by buying tampons I couldn´t do it too much because I just can´t see our idgaf war veteran being bothered by something like that 🫣 I hope you like it anyways 😭

Man on a Mission – William Nylander

The cramps started when you were halfway through the movie. One second you were curled up against William, warm under the blanket, you head resting on his chest. The next, a sharp, deep tug rolled through your lower stomach like a warning bell.

You shifted with a quiet groan.

William looked down, his hand pausing where it was rubbing lazy circles over your back. “You okay?”

You nodded instinctively, trying to push past it. “Yeah, just cramps.”

His brows drew together, like he was already trying to fix it. “Do you want some painkillers? Tea? Something else?”

His worry made you feel warm inside. “I´ll take some ibuprofen,” you said, pushing the blanket off your legs, slowly getting out of his hold. You stood, and that’s when you felt it. The sudden, dreaded wetness. Not a ton but enough to notice.

Shit.

You blinked and stood still for a second. Then you slowly turned back toward him. “Uhm. I think I just got my period.”

William blinked. “Like…just now?”

You gave him a look and sighed. “Yeah. Just now. I don’t even have anything with me. No tampons or pads or anything.”

William straightened a bit on the bench. “Do you want to run to a store real quick?”

You looked down at your black leggings, grateful for the color, but still aware of how unprepared you were. “I don’t really want to walk around like this.”

He nodded immediately. “Okay, I´ll go.”

You blinked in surprise. “Wait. Really?”

“Yeah, obviously.” He was already standing and reaching for the hoodie draped over the back of the couch like it was nothing. “Text me the brand you want?”

“You really don’t mind?” you asked carefully.

He paused for a split second, hand on the doorframe. “No,” he shrugged. “I mean, I´d rather you not sit here uncomfortable or bleeding through my couch.”

That made you laugh but made the cramps worse in the same motion.

“Text me what kind,” he repeated, grabbing his keys.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely.

He grinned; the kind of grin that always made you feel stupid in love. “What else are boyfriends for?”

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William stood in the middle of the pharmacy aisle, staring at a wall of pastel boxes.

There were more tampon options than he ever thought were possible. Tampons with applicators, others without. Super, regular, light, combo packs. Organic cotton. Unscented. Scented? He didn’t even know that was a thing.

He pulled out his phone and re-read you text.

Älskling: U by Kotex, regular, purple box

Älskling: if they don’t have that, Playtex Sport in the pink box. Thx babe 🥰

Okay. Sounded simple enough.

Except there were three purple boxes. Were they all regular? One said “Click”. What did that mean? One was “Security”. That sounded like a bank product. Another one said “FitFlex”.

He rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around. There was an older woman down the aisle, clearly avoiding him.

He started reaching for a box when a young clerk walked by. William caught him.

“Hey, man, quick question. These are all regular?” he asked, pointing at the boxes.

The clerk glanced at him, then the wall of products, then back at Williams clearly confused face. “Uhh. I think so? Not totally sure.”

William sighed. “Alright. Thanks anyways.”

He picked up the purple box labeled U by Kotex Click – Regular and looked at the fine print. To others it might looked weird that he was standing in the middle of the aisle reading that and heat might even rose a little in his cheeks as the older woman walked past him, shaking her head but he wanted to get it right.

He added a backup box of the Playtex Sport ones too, just in case and then, almost on instinct, he threw a chocolate bar, a heating pad, and a small bottle of Advil into the basket too.

At the checkout, the teenage girl ringing him up raised an eyebrow at the stack. “Girlfriend?” she asked with a half-smirk.

“Yeah,” he said.

“She´s lucky.”

He chuckled. “I´m the lucky one.”

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You were curled up on the couch with the dogs keeping you company when he came back in, grocery bag dangling from his wrist.

He dropped it in front of you gently. “I wasn’t sure which ones exactly, so I got both. Also, more painkillers and chocolate. Oh, and a heat thing.”

You stared at him. “Did you rob a period aisle?”

“I might have panicked a little, even scared off an old lady,” he admitted.

You laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You did good.”

He looked relieved. “That aisle is terrifying.”

“You get used to it,” you mumbled absentmindedly, digging through the bag. “Thank you. Seriously.”

William sat back down, watching as you padded to the bathroom. When you came back, dressed in a sweatsuit stolen from his closet, you looked ten times more comfortable

“Feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah. Way better.”

He lifted the blanket, nudging Pablo out of the way in the process. “C´mere.”

You crawled back under, sighing as your body curled against his side again. “Do you want the heating pad now or later?”

“Later. I just want to lay here for a while.”

He nodded, one hand finding your hair and combing through it slowly while your head rested on his chest.

“Hey,” he said after a bit.”

“Hmm?” you mumbled.

“Is there, like… anything else I should be doing? During this?”

You looked up at him, touched at his concern. “You´re doing everything already.”

He looked relieved again, but then thoughtful. “Do some girls get like… super emotional during this? Or is that just a movie thing?”

You shrugged. “Depends. Hormones are different for everyone. Sometimes I cry over nothing. Sometimes I get super irritated. It´s not predictable.”

“If you randomly cry, should I leave you alone?” he asked genuinely.

“Honestly? Just hold me and let me cry.”

He nodded seriously. “Consider it done.”

You studied his face, the concern, the quiet intensity of wanting to do it right by you. “You´re really sweet, you know.”

He gave a half-smile. “You´re bleeding from your uterus and still manage to be polite. That´s way more impressive.”

You snorted. “Don’t romanticize this. It´s gross.” Or at least that was what your last boyfriend told you.

“Not gross,” he said seriously. “It´s normal, even though it´s like you´re surviving a horror movie every month.”

“I mean, basically,” you chuckled.

He looked at you for a long moment, then pulled you closer, like he needed you as close as possible.

“I think you should have a punch card. Every ten periods, you get a spa day.”

“I´d love that,” you laughed.

He looked pleased. “Perfect, I´ll sponsor it.”

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Later that evening William had made dinner, well, William had ordered dinner. He let you choose what you wanted to eat and what you wanted to watch even when you picked a reality tv show he pretended to hate.

When your cramps came back stronger, he set up the heating pad without you asking and held it in place against your stomach while you half-dozed on his chest.

At one point you woke up from a short nap and found him scrolling on his phone. “What are you doing?” you asked quietly, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Looking up how to help during periods.”

You blinked at him, warmth spreading in your chest. “You googled it?”

“I didn’t want to be a dumbass about it.”

You smiled so hard your cheeks slowly started to hurt.

He kept reading aloud. “Says here back rubs can help.” You immediately turned onto your side. “Say less.”

He chuckled and shifted behind you, hands working gently along your lower back. “How´s that?”

“Heaven.”

“I´m a certified period doula now.”

“You´re ridiculous,” you chuckled.

“But helpful.”

You turned just enough so you could capture his lips in a soft kiss. “Very.”

#william nylander #toronto maple leafs #william nylander imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #william nylander x reader #nhl imagine

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purplereina11 · 3 months ago

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Eleven 🏀 This is last part of chapter 9 and Chapter 10 re-written in Alexia's POV with what happened between the chapters and when Chapter 10 ended before Chapter 11 started

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: Smut; drinking Alcohol

Y/N 🤤: But let’s not pretend you were there for anything other than me.

Me: Is that what you think?

Y/N 🤤: I don’t think, I know.

I saw the message the moment it came through. A single line of text—and suddenly, everything in me tightened.

I didn’t respond. Not because I didn’t want to. Because I couldn’t.

My thumb hovered over the screen while something coiled low in my stomach. Heat. Tension. Anticipation. I hated how quickly it hit me. How fast she could undo me with just a few words. I was supposed to be the one in control. The one who didn’t react.

But this time, my mouth went dry and my fingers stilled. And I knew I felt she’d flipped the game.

A quiet voice in the back of my mind told me to let it go. Walk away. Don’t play into her hands. But my body had already betrayed me. My feet were moving before I even made the decision. In that moment I questioned why we were even playing a game anymore, we both knew what the other wanted. What ourselves wanted.

I found her just as she was heading out, casual as ever, like she didn’t just set my entire nervous system alight.

I slowed my steps, heart thudding against my ribs. She didn’t even need to turn around. She knew it was me. I knew by the way her body reacted, the slight tensing of her shoulders like she was bracing herself for a moment between us.

And when she did, that smile on her face—half-smirk, half-triumph—nearly stole the breath from my lungs.

“Couldn’t even wait to text back?” she said, one brow raised, like she already knew exactly what kind of reaction she was pulling from me.

I crossed my arms to keep them from fidgeting. I needed control. I needed to feel like I was still holding the reins. I felt my lips quiver as I tried to stem the smirk from forming. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?” I spoke. Cool. Detached. But my voice was rougher than I wanted it to be. There was a tremor under the words, barely there—but I felt it. In my chest. My throat. My thighs.

She shrugged like none of this mattered. Like I wasn’t unraveling one heartbeat at a time. “I think you like the chase.”

God. I did. That part wasn’t a lie. I stepped toward her. My whole body humming like it was tuned to her frequency. “And what if I do?”

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t step back. Just stared at me like she saw right through everything I was trying to hold together. Could she read me just as well as I seemed to read her, I felt bare under her gaze.

The silence between us crackled. Every breath I took felt heavier, like it had to fight to get into my lungs. “Careful. You might not like what happens next.”

Then she leaned in, just enough to tilt the balance. That mouth formed a smirk and god it sent a shockwave through me as her voice dropped, low and lethal. “Try me.”

And that broke something. Just a flicker—but I felt it in my spine. In the way my stomach clenched, the way heat flushed across my skin like fire licking just beneath the surface.

I could’ve walked away. Should’ve. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My tongue instinctively flicked out to wet my lips as I stared at her lips.

I moved. It was like a gravational pull, I was now in her orbit heading to a collision I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop even if I could. Maybe we both reached for each other at the same time—doesn’t matter. All I know is that suddenly, her mouth was on mine and it was like touching flame and finding out you like the burn.

My fingers fisted the front of her hoodie, needing something to hold onto because my knees nearly buckled from the first contact alone. Her lips were soft but insistent, dragging a groan from my chest before I even realised I’d made the sound. I kissed her hard. Needy. Like I’d been starving without knowing it, and she was the only thing that could satisfy.

Her body met mine with equal force—her chest pressing into mine, her hips rolling just enough to make my breath catch. She was heat and tension and a thousand unsaid things pressed into skin.

When I pushed her into the wall, it wasn’t about power. It was about need. Desperation. I needed to feel her, all of her, because weeks of teasing, of lingering glances and almost-touches, had built up into something wild and unbearable. The bear had been released from its cage and I didn’t know how I was ever going to get it back inside after tasting her. Feeling her. God she was so intoxicating, I could be like this the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t feel like enough.

I kissed her like I was trying to memorise her. Like I wanted to consume her. My mouth moved against hers, tongue sweeping across her lower lip, tasting her, needing more. She opened to me with this little sigh that shot straight to my core. My thighs clenched. My skin felt too tight. I couldn’t control myself I nipped at her bottom lip and that switched something.

She turned us. The world tilted and my back hit the wall with a soft thud. I gasped, not from pain, but from the sheer nerve of her—and God, the rush that came with it. That she could match me, step for step, grip for grip. I wasn’t the only one playing with fire.

And fuck, I loved that.

Her mouth crashed against mine, hungrier now, her hands rougher, sliding under my hoodie, fingertips skimming over bare skin and making me shiver. I arched into her, needing more. Every cell in my body lit up under her touch. Her hands gripped my hips like she owned me and I didn’t even care. I wanted it. I wanted her. I would whisper to her she could take whatever she wanted from me day after day.

I tugged her hair gently, felt her groan against my lips, and nearly lost it. That sound—low and raw and unguarded—made heat bloom between my legs. This wasn’t a kiss. It was a fucking collision. I felt her exhale against my mouth—shaky. Like she was barely holding on. Then she created a small distance, our noses touching, her lips painfully close. I rose my eyes searching for hers to just connect with my own. A dangerous game I know but I needed a clue on what she was thinking.

And it made me bold. Made me ask, low and rough, “You gonna run again?”

Her thumb brushed my jaw, slow, teasing, like she knew I was barely keeping it together. “Not this time.”

I held onto her hoodie like I needed it to breathe. Like if I let go, the floor might vanish beneath my feet. Or worse, she would vanish. She was so close, body flush against mine, heat rolling off her in waves. I could feel every sharp inhale, every tremble under her skin.

She was wrecking me. And the worst part, I was letting her.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So what now, capitana?”

The nickname slid down my spine like silk and fire. My grip on her tightened. I leaned in, lips brushing hers, breathing her in like she was oxygen. “That depends…”

She swallowed, and I felt it. Her tension. Her want. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. “On?” she whispered.

My hand trailed down the front of her hoodie, slow, deliberate, just to feel her shiver under me. Her skin was hot beneath my touch, muscles taut, waiting for what I’d say next. “…how badly you want me.”

That was the final crack. She snapped. And I followed. Her hand gripped the back of my neck, dragging me in again, and we kissed like the air around us had gone up in flames. Her mouth was relentless, her fingers gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. I wanted her to. I wanted that reminder tomorrow of this moment.

I needed her everywhere. My hands slipped under her hoodie again, skimming up her sides, and her skin—warm, flushed, soft in all the right places—made my head spin. My thighs clenched again, and I rolled my hips against her just enough to feel the friction between us. And I could of came right there from the contact.

She parted her lips and I took the opening, tongue sweeping inside, tasting her again, deeper, hungrier. She moaned into me and my whole body lit up like a fuse. I didn’t know who was in control anymore. Didn’t care. She kissed me like she was trying to burn the memory of me into her skin.

And I let her.

Then the sound of a door. We both froze. My heart pounded, ears ringing as we stood there, still tangled, still pressed together like we couldn’t bear the thought of separating.

“Alexia!”

My eyes slammed shut. Joder. One of my teammates. Too close.

I forced myself to step back. Every part of my body screamed in protest. Her warmth disappeared, leaving my skin cold, my breath uneven.

I looked at her. She looked wrecked. Just like me. And fuck, she was beautiful like that. I for a second let my mind wander to what she’d look like if I got her to my apartment having her come undone under my touch. She seemed to notice my mind wandered, I snapped back to the corridor, to the wall I was pressed against. I smirked—just a little. Just enough to promise her this wasn’t over. That I would have her again. I had to. I felt like my whole being depended on it, like this whole time I’d been dormant and she’d awoken something in me.

And as I turned to walk away, body still buzzing, lips swollen, heart still caught in my throat, I already knew the truth. This game just got a whole lot more fucking intense.

I turned the corner, trying to pull in a breath that didn’t taste like her.

My hoodie clung to me, too warm, my skin still buzzing beneath it. My lips were swollen—I felt it. Tingling. Still wet with her kiss. Every inch of me was too aware of the last five minutes. The way her hands had slid under my hoodie, the way her hips had pressed into mine, the way I’d let it happen. No. The way I’d wanted it to.

The hallway stretched ahead, quiet—until I looked up and saw Irene. Shit. That wasn’t voice I wanted it to be, she never missed a trick and never missed the chance to ask.

She was leaning against the wall outside the locker room, one brow arched, arms crossed in that way that made her look like she could read minds. “That’s where you are”

And clearly, mine was loud as hell right now. Her eyes narrowed the moment she took me in. The flushed skin. The hair I hadn’t bothered to fix. The unmistakable, heat-drunk look on my face. And then her gaze dropped—right to my mouth. I didn’t even get the chance to speak. Her voice cut through the silence, low and sharp.

“Alright” Her voice called from around the corner, Irene’s eyebrow rose, we both knew she knew who that was and who I’d now just been with. “See you tomorrow” I tilted my head back just praying to the gods for her to not walk around this corner and right into us, when we both heard the door shut, Irene spoke.

“What the fuck have you just done?”

I froze.

Her tone wasn’t angry. Not exactly. But it was the kind of knowing that made my stomach clench with something dangerously close to guilt—or maybe just exposure.

I forced a breath through my nose, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand like that could somehow erase the evidence. It didn’t. The skin there still buzzed.

“I don’t—” I started, but my voice was hoarse. Raw. Goddammit.

Irene’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from suspicion to full-blown incredulity. “No. No way.” She pushed off the wall, arms falling to her sides. “At work?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Because what could I possibly say?

Yes, I just kissed her like I was going to die if I didn’t. Yes, I let her touch me like I belonged to her. Yes, I lost control.

Irene’s jaw dropped slightly, and then she muttered, “Joder, Alexia…”

I looked away, back toward the corridor I’d just come from. My chest was still rising and falling too fast. My mouth felt bruised. My fingers still smelled like her skin.

I swallowed hard. “I didn’t plan it,” I said, finally. Quietly.

Irene gave me a look. One that said since when do you not plan everything?

“I just…” I trailed off, because how do you explain something like that? How do you explain the way someone short-circuits your brain with just a look? The way your body moves toward them before your mind can even catch up?

Irene shook her head slowly, almost in disbelief, like she didn’t know whether to laugh or yell.

“Alexia, your mouth is—” She gestured vaguely toward my face, grimacing. “You look like you’ve been eating each other alive.”

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to play it cool even though my whole body still felt like it had been lit on fire. “It was… a moment.”

“A moment?” she repeated, voice pitched up. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. Because we both knew—I wasn’t walking this one back. Not this time. And as I leaned against the wall beside her, heart still thudding, jaw tight, every nerve in my body still singing with the feel of her—I realised I didn’t want to.

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I showed up to pre-drinks like nothing had happened. Hair done. Make up on. Hoodie swapped for a tight white tee that hugged just enough under my leather jacket, trainers giving me comfort I hadn’t had since the hallway—a short black skirt to boost the confidence I did have. I looked good. I knew I did.

And still—I felt off. Like something inside me was vibrating just beneath the surface. Like I’d walked into the room already half-distracted. Because I had.

The others were loud already, the music low, the drinks flowing, the usual chaos of a team night out. Laughter echoing from the kitchen, someone trying to figure out how to mix tequila with something that wouldn’t taste like regret.

I smiled when I was supposed to. Laughed when I needed to. But my mind kept drifting. Back to the hallway. The wall. The heat of her mouth on mine. I couldn’t stop replaying it.

The way she said try me like it was a dare and a promise.

The way she pressed me to the wall like I was hers to take.

The way I let her—no, wanted her—to.

I sipped my drink, too fast. Let the burn of vodka distract me for half a second before my eyes slid back to my phone. No new messages. Not from her. But I felt her everywhere.

I kept picturing her walking into this room, any room. That slow, confident stride. That grin when she knew exactly how much trouble she was about to start.

My stomach flipped. Beside me, Patri and Jana were arguing about the playlist again. Irene passed me a shot with a smirk that said she hadn’t forgotten a thing. I took it without comment, let it hit the back of my throat and settle low in my stomach, warm and coiled.

Still—she lingered. I checked my phone again. Still nothing.

By the time we piled into Ubers, half-tipsy and shouting about who was DJ on the way to the club, I was already slipping. Already thinking too much. I leaned my head back against the seat, let the night wash over me. Let the buzz blur the edges. But even with the music thumping through the doors, even with my teammates laughing around me, her absence felt loud.

We pulled up to Red. The line wasn’t too bad, and we skipped most of it anyway—benefits of being recognised, of course. Flash a smile, and we were in.

Lights. Heat. Bass in my chest. But still—not her. Not yet.

I stood near the bar, drink in hand, watching the others spill onto the dance floor, already moving. Already loud. Already lit. But I wasn’t in it. Not really. My phone was already in my hand before I even knew what I was doing.

Thumb hovering.

And then—

Me: I’m at Red. Come see me.

Send.

Simple.

No games.

No emojis.

No qualifiers.

I meant every word. Come see me. Because this time, I wasn’t pretending. Not about what I wanted. Not about her.

I followed a few of the girls toward the VIP booths—plush velvet, tucked away just enough from the chaos of the dance floor to pretend we had privacy. Music pulsed through the floor, the bass in my chest like a second heartbeat. I sat down, set my drink and phone on the table, and leaned back into the cushions, pretending to be relaxed.

But I wasn’t. Not even close.

I kept my eyes on the crowd, scanning without really meaning to. Looking for dark hair, familiar shoulders, that damn look she always gave me when she knew she was about to wreck my night in the best possible way.

And then—

Buzz.

My heart stuttered. Her name lit up the screen, bold and dangerous.

Y/N 🤤: Is that an order, capitana?

My lips curled before I could stop it. God, that mouth. I picked up the phone, thumbs already moving, pulse quickening.

Me: Would you prefer if it was?

The message sent, the screen dimmed.

I tried to act casual, tried to listen to whatever Jana was saying about some guy at the last match, but my mind had already left the room. My legs crossed. Uncrossed. My fingers drummed once against my knee before I caught myself.

Another buzz.

I didn’t even try to hide the way I looked down this time.

You: I’ll be there soon.

My breath hitched, just slightly. And then I typed it, without thinking, without needing to think,

Me: I know.

Because I did. I knew she would come. And the minute she walked through that door? I was going to stick to her like glue.

Time passed.

Maybe ten minutes. Maybe two. It felt longer than it was. The music kept thumping, bodies moving on the dance floor, laughter from the girls around me as they tossed back shots and leaned in close to share whatever drama was already brewing. But I barely heard any of it.

I was somewhere else entirely. My phone sat face-up on the table, screen dark, but my eyes kept flicking to it anyway. Like just looking might will her name to light it up again.

It didn’t. So then I started watching the door. Every few seconds, my gaze slid over. Pretending I wasn’t. That I was just scanning the club, people-watching.

I wasn’t fooling anyone. I caught Claudia smirking into her drink, nudging Mapi with her elbow. Even Irene shot me a look like she wanted to say something but chose mercy instead.

“Expecting someone?” Ingrid teased, eyes glinting.

I didn’t answer. Just lifted my glass to my lips and took a slow sip, letting the tequila burn down my throat like it could settle the ache building in my chest. Still nothing. Still no her. I crossed one leg over the other, restless, fingers tapping once against the rim of my glass. My skin felt too tight. My body hyperaware of the empty space beside me, like I’d already saved it for her without meaning to.

And then—There.

A flicker of movement near the entrance. My eyes snapped toward it without hesitation, like my body knew before my brain caught up. Her. She stepped inside like she owned the fucking place—eyes scanning the room, deliberate, slow, dangerous. That walk. That look. Like she already knew I was watching her. Like she wanted me to be.

Heat rushed up my spine so fast I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep it together. She hadn’t seen me yet. I picked up my phone, thumbs already moving, heart pounding now—not with nerves, but with something sharper. Hungrier.

Me: VIP section. Left side.

Send. A beat. Then I watched her pause—read the message—and turn her head. And when her eyes found mine across the room, everything in me locked into place. Like gravity. Like inevitability.

I didn’t wave her over.

Didn’t call out.

Didn’t move at all.

I just held her gaze.

And that was enough.

Her eyes locked on mine the second she saw me, and something passed between us—unspoken, electric. Her steps were slow but sure, weaving through the crowd like she had all the time in the world, but I knew better. There was something in her walk, in the set of her jaw, in the way her eyes never left mine, that said this wasn’t casual.

This was a decision.

A surrender wrapped in swagger.

And when she stopped in front of me, close enough that the music blurred behind her, I looked up and murmured, “You came.”

Her lips curved slightly. Not a smile—something darker. Something quieter. “You didn’t give me much choice.”

The way she said it made something spark low in my stomach. I chuckled, soft and slow, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “I think we both know you had a choice.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel it—my teammates watching, whispering to each other behind their drinks, the air thick with glances and half-smiles and raised eyebrows. They knew. Of course they knew. But I didn’t care.

I nodded to the open space beside me. My voice was steady, sure. “Sit.”

She did. Her thigh pressed against mine the moment she settled beside me, heat bleeding through the thin barrier of our clothes. She didn’t shift away. Neither did I. “Still so bossy,” she murmured, low and just for me, her lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.

I leaned in before I even thought about it. Just to be close. Just to breathe her in again. God, she smelled the same—like heat and skin and the kind of trouble I couldn’t stay away from. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier.”

She turned her head just slightly, our noses nearly touching, her voice dropping even lower. “Careful.” My pulse jumped. “You started something you might not be able to finish.”

I pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, just enough to feel the smirk ghosting across my lips. “Try me.” And I meant it. Every word.

“So you’re the one who’s been driving our captain crazy,” Aitana said in her usual accented, teasing English—grinning like she already knew she was about to start shit.

My head snapped toward her. I didn’t even try to hide the look. Sharp. Flat. Deadly.

“Aitana.”

She just laughed, completely unfazed, lifting her glass like a toast. “What? Just telling the truth.” I could feel my jaw tighten. “She’s been checking her phone every five minutes since we got here.”

I didn’t need to look around to know who was listening. The table had gone quiet enough to make my ears burn. And I sure as hell didn’t need to look at hjer to feel the shift in her energy—she had already turned toward me, eyes glinting with something dangerous and amused.

And God, that flush was already crawling up my neck. I felt it. I kept my face neutral, but I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t. Because the truth was—I had been watching my phone. Like a fucking addict waiting for a fix. Waiting for her.

She leaned closer, her voice soft, smooth, a challenge wrapped in silk. “Is that right?”

I didn’t look at her at first. Just rolled my eyes, slow and deliberate, taking a long sip from my drink as if I could drown out the embarrassment.

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

But then she leaned in even closer, her breath brushing the side of my cheek, her voice low enough to be a touch. “Too late.”

Fuck.

I didn’t move away. Didn’t even blink. The tension snapped back into place like a rubber band pulled too tight. My arm brushed hers again, and this time, I felt it—the heat of her skin, the way her body tilted subtly toward mine like gravity itself couldn’t help but pull us together.

Her thigh against mine. Warm. Steady. Deliberate. The scent of her wrapped around me again—clean, soft, with something sharp and tempting underneath, like citrus and sweat and something that could ruin me if I let it. My fingers circled the rim of my glass, slow and thoughtless, trying to keep my hands busy because they wanted to be on her.

The music shifted, bass dropping lower, thicker, more seductive. I felt it through the floor, thrumming up into my spine, my ribs, my lungs. Then she looked at me—and I looked back. And for a second I forgot where we were. Forgot the noise. The people. The eyes on us. My gaze dropped. Just for a second. Her lips. Soft. Full. Close enough that if I leaned in an inch, maybe less, I could taste them again. I dragged my eyes back to hers. And I knew she saw it.

That moment.

That weakness.

That want.

And the worst part? I didn’t even care.

“Dance with me,” I said suddenly, setting my glass down before I could think better of it.

It wasn’t a question. I knew it. She knew it, too. She raised an eyebrow, that infuriating, sexy kind of smirk tugging at her lips. “You asking or telling?”

God, her voice—always calm, always teasing, always dragging something raw out of me. I tilted my head slightly, letting my own smirk bloom slow and deliberate. “Does it matter?”

Her eyes sparkled with challenge. I could see it—the exact moment she decided to push back. “Maybe I like to be asked nicely.”

And fuck, the way she said it—soft, defiant, amused—it sent a ripple through me. Something sharp. Something deep. I leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, and whispered low enough for only her to hear. “Please… dance with me.”

I knew what I was doing. Knew how the word sounded coming from my mouth—part request, part command, part promise of everything I wanted to do to her if she said yes. But I didn’t wait for her to say it. I stood and held out my hand. My heart was steady, but everything else inside me was heat and anticipation. When she slid her fingers into mine, It was over.

I pulled her from the booth, didn’t even glance at the others—not even when I caught Aitana’s very smug grin in the corner of my eye. I didn’t care what anyone thought. Not right now. Not with her hand warm in mine, not with her following me like she already knew I wasn’t going to let her go.

The club swallowed us whole as we stepped into the crush of bodies—lights flashing in time with the bass, the air thick with heat and sound and movement. I found a spot, turned to face her, and there it was again. That moment. Her eyes locked on mine, and everything else blurred. People danced around us, voices rose and fell, but I only saw her.

And she was looking at me like she saw through every layer I was still pretending to keep on. I moved first. Hands on her waist. Firm, sure. Like I’d been waiting to touch her all night—because I had. She let her hands rest on my shoulders, her fingers curling gently into the fabric of my shirt. Her touch sent a thrill up my spine.

Then she leaned in, her mouth brushing my ear. “This what you had in mind when you texted me?”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. “Part of it,” I murmured, my fingers tightening just slightly on her waist.

We started to move together, slow at first, swaying to the beat. Her body pressed closer to mine, warm and perfect, like we were made for this. For dancing. For orbiting each other. For pretending this wasn’t everything. The way she moved—it was fluid, effortless, sensual without trying. And every time she rolled her hips, every shift of her weight, I felt it like a spark in my blood.

The music thickened around us, bass low and relentless. The crowd moved in tighter, and I let it carry me forward, my chest pressing to her back now, her body slotting perfectly against mine. Her head tilted back slightly, resting on my shoulder, baring her throat like it was nothing. Like she didn’t know what it did to me.

Or maybe she did.

I leaned in without thinking. My lips grazed that soft, sensitive spot just beneath her ear—barely a kiss, just a whisper of contact.

And fuck—she reacted. I felt the sharp inhale, the way her body arched back into mine, the way her hips instinctively pressed closer. It nearly unraveled me. My hands slipped lower on her waist, anchoring her to me, holding her like I had every right to. Because I did. Right now, she was mine.

She turned in my arms. And just like that, the air shifted. Her eyes found mine—darker now, filled with something I couldn’t name but felt everywhere. Something that made my pulse stumble and my breath shorten like my body had caught on before my brain could.

Without a word, she slid her hand into mine again. And I didn’t hesitate. I led her off the dance floor, through the packed crowd. I barely registered the heat, the lights, the noise. All I could feel was her hand in mine—warm, steady, trusting. That alone sent a rush of adrenaline through my chest.

“Where are we going?” she asked behind me, and even her voice sounded different now—lower, softer. Curious.

I looked back at her over my shoulder, let the smirk pull at my lips. “Somewhere we can hear ourselves think.”

Not that thinking was high on my list right now. We slipped past the velvet ropes into a tucked-away section of the club most people didn’t even know existed. I nodded to the security guy on duty. He stepped aside without a word, like he’d been expecting us.

She looked around as we climbed the short set of stairs, and I felt her hand tighten just slightly in mine. The space opened up into a quiet, dimly lit balcony. Private. Secluded. Plush seating, sleek tables, and a small bar set in the corner like it was waiting for secrets.

The music below was muffled now, like it was underwater. Just enough to remind us where we were—but not enough to drown us.

“Private VIP?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

I shrugged, letting the answer roll off my tongue like it was nothing. “Owner’s a fan.” Her eyes didn’t leave mine. I moved to the bar, reaching for a bottle of whiskey—good stuff. Not the watered-down club rail nonsense. The kind you drink slowly, with intention. “Drink?” I asked, already pouring.

She nodded, watching me the whole time. I could feel it—her gaze like a hand trailing over my skin. When I passed her the glass, our fingers brushed and neither of us moved away. That small contact sent a bolt through me.

I lifted my glass. “To crossing lines.”

She clinked hers against mine, voice lower now. “To whatever comes next.”

The whiskey burned its way down, smooth and hot, but I barely noticed. Because she was still looking at me. Because I was still looking at her. And something was shifting. I watched her over the rim of my glass, watched the way the low light painted her skin in gold and shadow. Every inch of her was sharper now—like the edges had come into focus after weeks of holding back.

My gaze dropped to her mouth. Those lips. The same lips that had crashed into mine earlier like they were claiming something. The ones I hadn’t stopped thinking about since.

“You know,” I said softly, stepping closer, close enough that my arm brushed hers as I leaned against the railing, “I didn’t invite you here just to dance.”

Her pulse jumped—I saw it, felt it—but she didn’t flinch. Didn’t give me the satisfaction. She swirled the whiskey in her glass, that smug tilt in her voice that always got to me. “No? I’m shocked.”

That made me laugh. Quiet. Low. The sound slipped from my lips before I could stop it, warm and amused. “There’s that mouth again.”

Her eyes lit with something dangerous. Confident. “You seem pretty interested in my mouth.”

I didn’t deny it. How could I? I’d been looking at her lips like they held every answer I’d been pretending not to need. Instead, I placed my glass down on the table beside us and turned toward her fully. One hand still on the railing. The other hanging loose, casual, though nothing about the way I felt right now was remotely calm.

Below us, the club pulsed—bass thumping, lights flashing, bodies moving like they were all chasing the same kind of escape. But up here, it was just us. Time slowed.

My voice dropped. “I’ve been thinking about what happened earlier.”

She didn’t move, but her eyes sharpened. She set her own glass down, slowly, carefully, like she wasn’t sure her fingers would cooperate. “And?” she asked.

I let the corner of my mouth lift. “And I think we were interrupted at a very… inconvenient moment.”

I knew what I was doing. The word rolled off my tongue like silk, like sin. Like I’d been replaying that kiss a hundred different ways in my mind since it happened. Because I had. She stepped in, closing the last bit of space between us until the air itself felt hot and tight and electric. “Is that what you’d call it?” she murmured, voice brushing against my skin. “Inconvenient?”

I exhaled a soft laugh through my nose, shaking my head once. “What would you call it?”

She didn’t answer with words. Her hand reached out instead, fingers brushing bare skin—just a light touch along my arm, but it lit me up like fire. I felt the goosebumps rise instantly. I couldn’t stop them. Her hand kept moving, trailing higher, deliberate, slow, until she was at my shoulder. Then my neck. Her fingers rested there, warm and steady, and the feel of her touch over my pulse made something in me stutter. “Unfinished,” she said, voice low, steady, but her hand gave her away.

My breath caught. She was right. God, she was right. My eyes met hers, darker now. Blown wide. My body was humming, every nerve pulled taut. Then I said it—simple, devastating. “So finish it.” And for one suspended moment, the world held its breath. So did I. Then she moved.

She didn’t need to be told twice.

Her hand slid to the back of my neck, warm and sure, fingers threading into my hair like she’d done it a thousand times before. She pulled me in, slow and steady, and I didn’t resist. I couldn’t.

This time, when our lips met, there was no hesitation. No testing, no question—just the undeniable fact that this was exactly where I was supposed to be. Her mouth on mine. Her body against mine.

Everything else faded.

My hands went straight to her waist, fingers digging into her hips like I needed to anchor myself. I pulled her closer, kissed her deeper, and the second our tongues slid together—whiskey, heat, want—I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop.

I didn’t want to.

I kissed her like I meant it. Like I’d been starving. Like this was mine. Like she was. And she gave it back. Every bit of it.

Her hands tangled in my hair, tugged just enough to make my stomach flip and my knees weaken. I wanted to crawl inside her, feel every inch of her skin, memorize every reaction she gave me.

My hands slid lower—waist to lower back—and I pressed her into me until there was nothing between us. No space. No pretense. Just body on body, breath to breath.

And fuck, the sound she made when I caught her bottom lip between my teeth? It nearly undid me.

The music below us kept pulsing, bass vibrating faintly underfoot, but it was background noise now. The only rhythm I was moving to was her.

I walked her back—slow, deliberate—until her spine hit the wall, tucked into the dark corner of the balcony. Out of sight. Out of reach. Just us.

I pressed into her, hips to hips, chest to chest, and when our lips finally broke apart, I kissed down her jaw—lazy, slow, open-mouthed. She tilted her head back, offering me her neck, and that quiet surrender lit something primal inside me.

I kissed just below her ear, the skin soft and flushed, and felt her pulse flutter against my mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about this,” I murmured against her throat, voice lower than I meant it to be, thick with everything I’d been holding back, “since the first time I saw you.”

She let her head fall back, resting it against the wall, her breath ghosting across my cheek.

“That right?”

I didn’t answer.

Not with words.

I grazed my teeth over the slope of her neck, down to her collarbone. She shivered under me, and I felt it—felt how much she wanted this too.

I smiled against her skin, kissed lower.

“You know it is.”

Her hands found the hem of my shirt.

I felt it—first the slow slide of her fingers, then the warmth of her touch against the bare skin of my lower back. A shiver rolled through me, sharp and sudden, and I instinctively arched into her, a soft sound slipping from my lips before I could stop it.

God, her hands felt so good.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she said, breathless—trying, maybe, to be rational—but her hands didn’t stop. They kept moving. Sliding up the curve of my spine like they had a mind of their own, like her body already knew what her mouth was trying to deny.

I pulled back just enough to look at her. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling fast. I could still feel the ghost of her kisses against mine, could still taste her on my tongue. Her touch lingered under my shirt, burning into my skin, and my heart was pounding like a drum in my throat. I met her eyes—steady, sure—and asked quietly, “Do you want to stop?”

I needed to know. I needed to hear her say it, even as I prayed she wouldn’t. The pause that followed was thick with tension, charged with everything we hadn’t said. Then—her voice, rough and honest, “No.” She swallowed, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t want to stop.”

And that was it. That was all I needed. A slow, satisfied smile curled at the corner of my lips. I leaned in, close enough to taste the air between us. “Good.”

I kissed her again—deeper this time. Hungrier. My tongue found hers, and we moved together like we were trying to memorise every detail, every taste. The kind of kiss that wasn’t about teasing anymore—it was about taking. And fuck, she gave it to me.

Her hands roamed beneath my shirt like she couldn’t get enough. Tracing every dip and curve of my back, fingers brushing the edge of my ribs, my waist. Her touch sent sparks through my skin, my whole body leaning into her like instinct.

But I wasn’t still, either. My hands slid down her sides, fingers gripping her hips like I needed to hold her still or I might completely lose control. And then I moved lower, pressing into her just enough to hear the hitch in her breath before I reached the front of her jeans. I toyed with the button, slow and teasing.

Her skin was hot beneath my touch, and when I brushed her lower stomach, I felt the muscles tense beneath my fingers. Her whole body was coiled tight—wanting, waiting—and that made my head spin. I popped the button with a flick of my fingers. She gasped, soft and sharp, as I slipped my hand inside, just under the waistband of her jeans. Not far—just enough to feel the heat there. Just enough to tease.

I traced lazy, maddening patterns just above her underwear, my fingers feather-light. Her hips pressed forward, chasing the contact, a wordless plea that made something primal spark low in my belly. Every part of her was so responsive. So ready.

The bass from the club below still thudded faintly through the floor beneath our feet, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was reckless. That we weren’t truly alone. That the wrong angle, the wrong glance, the wrong moment could expose us.

But then her eyes met mine. And every rational thought disappeared like smoke in wind. She was looking at me like she needed me to finish what I’d started. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

She shook her head instantly, her grip tightening on my waist. “Don’t you dare.”

And God, the way she said it—sharp, breathless, fierce— It broke whatever restraint I had left.

My laugh was low, rough, almost feral. I couldn't hold it back. There was something about the way she looked at me—completely undone and still holding on—that made something wild curl inside my chest. I kissed her again, and this time it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was need.

Mouth open, tongue hungry, like I could kiss her hard enough to sink beneath her skin, to stay there. I wanted to devour her. Mark her. Take her apart, piece by piece, until nothing existed but the way she sounded when she said my name.

My fingers slid deeper, under lace now, past fabric and into heat—fuck. She was already soaked.

My breath caught against her lips as I muttered, “Fuck… you feel” I didn’t even finish the sentence. Couldn’t. Words wouldn’t do it justice. So I let my hand speak for me instead.

I stroked her slowly at first, deliberately, learning the way her body responded—how her hips rolled forward to meet me, how her breath stuttered with every pass of my fingers. I felt her thigh tense against mine, her back arch, her grip on my shirt tightening.

Her head fell back with a quiet thud against the wall, and God, she looked—she looked wrecked already. I dropped my mouth to her neck, teeth grazing that perfect spot just beneath her ear, where her pulse raced like it was trying to catch up to mine. Her skin was hot, flushed, tasted faintly of sweat and whiskey, and I couldn’t help the low sound that rumbled in my chest as I licked a slow line down her throat.

Everything in me was pulsing. Lit. Every one of her gasps went straight to my core. And then I slowed.

My fingers eased, dragged, softened just enough to make her body writhe, chasing more. I needed to see her. Needed her to feel just how close I could bring her—how close she was.

“Look at me,” I whispered, voice rough, low. It took her a second. But then her eyes fluttered open, wide and dark and shining with everything she was holding back. And fuck—she looked at me. The kind of look that made my chest tighten. Like maybe this wasn’t just about lust. Like maybe I’d already gone deeper than I meant to. “I want to watch you,” I said, barely holding it together. “When you come for me.” And then I moved I pushed my fingers into her for the first time, I stilled letting her become accustomed to me inside her, but my want and desire didn’t afford her that for long, I began moving and when she moaned for the first time I moved. Faster. Deeper.

Her hips jolted. Her mouth hung open. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging in like she needed to hold on to something or she'd fall apart right there. The sound she made was half-moan, half-sob.

The bass from the club pulsed up through the floor, syncing with my heartbeat—erratic, wild. Anyone could hear us if the music dropped for even a second, but the risk only fed the fire. She was so close—I could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around my fingers, the way her breath caught, the way her legs trembled. I could hear how close she was, the sloppy noise my fingers were making only adding to the senses.

I pressed my forehead to hers, eyes locked on hers, and whispered, “You’re close, aren’t you?” She nodded, barely—her whole body taut. “I can feel it.” And God, I wanted it. I wanted to watch her fall. For me.

I felt the tremble in her thighs, the way her breath came in sharp little gasps, her body clenching around my fingers with every careful stroke. I pressed my palm more firmly against her, right where I knew she needed it most, and her whole body jolted, her hips stuttering forward against my hand.

She bit back a moan. I hated that. “Don’t hold back,” I whispered, my voice rougher now, more urgent. I brought my free hand up to cradle her face, my thumb brushing the edge of her cheekbone. “I want to hear you.”

And that was all it took. She broke. Her mouth fell open with the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. Her breath hitched. Her hands clutched at my side like I was the only thing keeping her grounded. And fuck, maybe I was. I could feel how eager she was—how easy she gave herself over to this. To me.

“God,” I breathed against her lips, barely able to hold myself together. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.”

Because it was true. Every glance. Every smirk. Every moment I’d stood too close or looked too long—I’d been waiting for this. Fantasising about the sound she’d make when I finally touched her. The way she’d feel around my fingers. How perfect she’d look falling apart for me.

She couldn’t even speak. Couldn’t get a single word out. Her forehead pressed against mine, her breath mingling with mine in short, desperate bursts, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. My fingers moved inside her in slow, deliberate thrusts—just enough to drive her crazy. Just enough to keep her right there on the edge. Prolonging the touch, prolonging this view.

Her hips jerked again, chasing friction, chasing more. I gave it to her. But I needed to see her.

My hand slid up into her hair, fingers tangling tight, and I gently tugged—pulling her head back, making her look at me. And fuck. What I saw wrecked me. Her mouth parted, eyes half-lidded, her chest rising and falling in fast, uneven breaths. She looked ruined—open and raw and utterly undone.

It should’ve made her shy. She should’ve looked away. But she didn’t. She let me see her. All of her. And it made my pulse stutter.

“Look at you…” I whispered, eyes tracing every flicker of expression across her face. “So beautiful like this.”

And she was. She really, really was. I wanted to remember this forever. The way her body trembled under my hands. The way her eyes stayed locked on mine. The way she trusted me—fully, completely—in this moment. She was close. I could feel it. And I wasn’t going to let her go until I watched her fall apart in my arms.

Her hands fumbled at my waist—urgent, shaky, desperate. And fuck, something about that wrecked me.

The way she needed to touch me.

The way she wanted to make me feel even a fraction of what I was doing to her—it was heady. Intoxicating. A sharp rush that had me gasping before I could stop it.

She slipped her hand under my skirt, fingers trailing up the inside of my thigh, and I swear I could feel every inch of that slow, burning journey. My breath hitched when she reached the edge of my underwear, her fingertips brushing there—barely.

And that barely made my knees weaken.

I faltered, just for a second. My fingers stilled inside her, the rhythm I'd been holding onto falling out of sync as a sharp inhale escaped me.

“Don’t tease,” I warned, voice tight, already unraveling. But there was no bite in it. Just breathless, aching want.

She looked at me like she knew. Like she'd been waiting for this moment—to flip the switch. To make me tremble.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing all along?” she murmured, her voice all velvet and challenge.

Then she moved. And when her fingers pushed my underwear aside and finally touched me, bare and wet and ready, I broke.

“Fuck,” I hissed, forehead dropping to her shoulder, my entire body jolting forward. She was so good. Too good. Her fingers found me like she’d always known how. Like her hands were made for me.

And for a moment, everything spun. The shift in power hit hard. Sharp. I’d had the control. I’d kissed her first. Touched her first. Pushed her to the edge. Now I was the one faltering. The one clinging to her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded.

But I wasn’t going down alone. My hand picked up its rhythm again, faster now, deeper, curling inside her in that exact way that made her whole body jerk against mine. I felt her fingers stutter—just for a heartbeat—before she matched me again, just as determined, just as reckless.

We moved in sync. Hands between thighs, bodies pressed tight to the wall, breathing like we were trying to survive each other. The music below us pounded through the floor—bass and lights and chaos—but we’d carved out our own rhythm up here. Faster. Sharper. Closer.

I was panting now, open-mouthed against her skin, barely holding on, whispering her name like it was a prayer and a curse all at once. And when our eyes met again, dark, wild, desperate. I knew. Neither of us was going to last much longer.

“Someone could hear us,” she whispered against my ear, voice broken between moans, her breath hot against my skin.

Her hips moved against my hand, chasing friction, chasing release.

I didn’t hesitate.

“Let them.”

I didn’t care anymore. Not about who could hear us. Not about who might see. Nothing mattered but the way she felt—her body tight around my fingers, slick and aching, responding to every move I made like she was made for it.

She gasped against my mouth, just as I felt her pulse at the edge, right there, trembling and close, and I withdrew.

She let out a broken sound. Sharp. Frustrated. Desperate. I traced slow, deliberate circles instead, dragging her back from the edge just enough to make her feel it—that aching, unbearable almost. I wanted her wild for it. Needing it. Begging.

Weeks. We’d been dancing around this for months. And now she was in my hands, shivering, pleading, and I wanted her to feel every second of it. “Is this what you want?” I murmured into her ear, my voice a rasp of heat and hunger.

She couldn’t answer—just nodded, frantic, her fingers gripping my shirt like she was seconds from falling apart. I gave in. My fingers dove back in, fast and deep, no more teasing—just taking. She gasped, her body jolting forward, thighs trembling against mine as her breath caught.

The balcony was too small. Too exposed. Too risky. And somehow, perfect. This had been building since preseason—since the first lingering look, the first unspoken dare. Since every fucking moment we pretended we weren’t thinking about this exact thing.

Then her eyes locked onto mine, wide and pleading, and she moaned my name like it was sacred. “I need you to make me cum,” she said. I didn’t even think. I just moved. I crashed my mouth to hers—hard, greedy, messy—and let my fingers do what they were meant to do. I worked her fast, deep, curling my fingers just right, matching the rhythm to the beat of her gasps. And when my thumb found her sensitive spot—slick, swollen, perfect—I started to circle.

Slow at first. Then faster.

Her moan tore from her throat, loud and raw, and I swallowed it with my mouth, kissing her like I needed it to survive. She was so close, her whole body shaking, grinding against my hand with wild abandon. My own legs were weak. My own heart was racing.

I was falling with her. Her composure was long gone—and mine was fracturing too. I could feel it in my breath, ragged against her lips. In the tremble in my hand, in the way I whispered her name like it was the only thing I had left to hold onto.

“God,” I gasped against her mouth, the rhythm of my hand faltering for just a heartbeat as her fingers found exactly the right spot—slick, precise, devastating.

“I’ve thought about this—about you—for so long.” The confession tore out of me before I could stop it. No filter. No defence. Just truth.

And she felt it—because suddenly, we moved in sync. Like we were on the pitch, reading each other instinctively. Only this, was bodies instead of balls. Skin instead of football boots. Breathe instead of strategy.

My forehead pressed to hers, our breathing ragged and uneven, and all around us, the club carried on—laughing, drinking, dancing. Clueless. Because up here, in this small, dimly lit balcony, a fucking earthquake was happening.

“’M gonna come,” she whispered. My eyes snapped to hers, locking. And it nearly broke me. Because what I saw wasn’t just arousal. It wasn’t just pleasure or want. It was vulnerability. It was trust. It was real.

And it shook something loose inside me—something I hadn’t let myself feel for anyone in a very long time. “Don’t stop,” I managed to say, voice trembling as I clung to her. “I am too.” And I was. Fuck, I was so close. And she—God, she was wrecking me.

There was something deeply addictive about seeing her like this—this beautiful, powerful woman, usually so composed, so untouchable—now begging against my mouth, her body desperate for more of me. Her hand between my thighs was confident but shaking. We were both shaking. And I couldn’t tell anymore if I was holding her together or if she was the one keeping me from falling apart.

Every stroke of her fingers drove me higher. My hips moved against her without thought, chasing the friction, chasing that perfect pressure. She curved her fingers again and I saw stars.

“Alexia,” she moaned, voice rough, wrecked.

My name. Spoken like prayer. Like surrender. Like everything.

And it lit something inside me. Something fierce. Something final.

I focused, driving my fingers harder, deeper—watching the way her mouth parted, the way her eyes fluttered and locked back on mine like she couldn’t look away even if she tried. “Let go,” I whispered, voice thick, accent heavier now than ever. “Come for me.”

The words vibrated against her lips, my mouth barely brushing hers as I said it. We were trembling, clinging to each other, trying to hold on as the storm inside us crested. Her body was molten in my hands. Every breath was a whimper. Every movement fed something raw and wordless between us.

Our foreheads pressed together, sweat-slick and shaking, our breathing tangled and erratic. She looked at me like I was the only person in the world.

“Together,” she whispered, and the word—half-broken, half-holy—cracked me open.

She curved her fingers inside me again, found that spot that made my vision white around the edges, and I gasped—loud, uncontrolled. “Yes,” I hissed, my back arching, body pressing flush to hers. “Together.”

And then she said it, “I’m coming, aw fuck yes, Alexia... come for me—”

And I did. Hard. Loud. My whole body locking up, pulse slamming, every nerve ending alight with her. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave I’d been holding back for months, and I felt her go with me—her cry in my ear, her hand still between my legs, our bodies trembling, clinging, breaking together.

It wasn’t just a drunk fumble. It was a collision. It was ours. And as we came undone in each other’s arms, breathless and tangled, nothing else existed. Just her. Just me. Just this.

I kissed her again, but softer now. Less desperate. Less fire. More… need. Not for more friction, more release—we’d had that. We were still trembling from it. This kiss was something else.

Something quieter. Something real. Her hand moved from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers sliding into my hair with a gentleness that made me shiver. I melted into it, let myself sink into her mouth, the taste of her still lingering on my tongue—salt, sweetness, and something so uniquely her that I knew I’d crave it forever.

I breathed her in like oxygen. Kissed her like I didn’t want to forget. And then I felt her move—felt the shift in her body, the way her hand slowed, withdrew from where it had been buried inside me. Her fingers slipped free, dragging against over-sensitised skin, and I let out a sound I couldn’t even try to hide.

A soft, wrecked little moan against her lips. She smiled into the kiss, and I felt it—felt that curve against my mouth, warm and quiet and devastating. I could’ve stayed there forever. But I had to give her back what she gave me.

So I moved inside her again. Just a few times. Slow. Deep. Deliberate. She twitched under me, her body still quaking, breath hitching like I’d touched something sacred.

Then I let go. Withdrawing my fingers completely, leaving her bare in the space where I’d just been. She gasped—half from the loss, half from the aftershocks—and I hated the sudden cold between us, even as I felt it in myself. That absence. That ache.

I pulled back—just a little. Enough to see her face. Her expression was raw, unguarded in a way I’d never seen. Not on the court. Not in passing. Not even in those rare, stolen moments we’d shared up until now.

Satisfaction. Wonder. And underneath it all—vulnerability. The kind that mirrored my own. I stared at her like she was a secret I’d just been trusted with. My hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, fingertips lingering at her temple.

I didn’t speak. I didn’t have to. She did.

“I need a fucking drink after that,” she said, voice rough, words breaking on the edge of a laugh and a moan.

I let out a low chuckle, breath still catching in my chest, forehead dropping to her collarbone as we both tried to recover. Her skin was warm and damp against my lips. I wanted to stay there, breathe her in. Live in this moment like it wasn’t already slipping forward into something new.

Eventually, I pulled back—just enough to really look at her.

Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from my kiss, pupils still blown wide with everything we’d just done. She looked ruined. Unguarded. Perfect. And mine.

She smirked, wicked and satisfied, one hand trailing down to squeeze my ass with a boldness that made me bite my lip. Possessive. Teasing. And I fucking loved it.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered, brushing a kiss to her jaw, letting the words settle between us like a promise. “Stay right there.”

She didn’t argue. Just leaned back against the wall again, eyes heavy-lidded, smiling like she was drunk on something much stronger than whiskey.

I turned away, heading back toward the bar. Adjusting my shirt as I moved, I caught my reflection briefly in the dark window beside the shelf of bottles. Hair a mess. Mouth pink. Neck blotched with her fingerprints and lips. And legs, god, my legs still felt shaky.

My fingers tingled. Still buzzing with memory. With the way she came apart in my hands like she’d been waiting to. I poured the drink slowly, watching her out of the corner of my eye.

She was still there. And it made something twist deep inside me. I brought her the glass, the amber liquid catching the soft light between us. Her fingers brushed mine as she took it, and even that tiny contact sent a fresh jolt through me.

“Gracias,” she said quietly, voice low.

She took a sip, eyes fluttering closed in appreciation before they slid back open, locking on mine over the rim.

“You trying to kill me tonight?”

I grinned, leaning in close, letting my mouth graze the shell of her ear. “Not yet.”

She hummed, low and lazy, but the heat in her eyes hadn’t faded—it had just shifted. Gone deeper. Thicker. Like fire sinking into embers, slow and smouldering.

No more pretending we didn’t want this. No more pretending this was just a game.

She set the glass down behind her and turned to face me again. Her body was loose, posture lazy with satisfaction, but there was still an alertness in her eyes. A flicker of something sharper.

“You always this good with your hands?” she asked, voice teasing—but not entirely casual.

There was real curiosity there. Real weight. I moved closer, slow and steady, until I was standing between her legs again. I let my hands rest lightly on her hips, thumbs brushing bare skin beneath her shirt. “Only when I really, really want someone,” I said, gaze steady on hers.

She blinked. Just once. Not expecting that. Her smile softened. Warped into something slower. Something dangerous. “I think I’m in trouble then,” she murmured. “Your friends are probably wondering where you’ve gone.”

I exhaled, still high on her, still tasting her, still not quite ready to return to reality. But she wasn’t wrong. They always noticed when I disappeared. And with her—like that—it was bound to raise eyebrows.

We took a few extra seconds to breathe, to let the buzz between us settle without fading.

She gave me a look—half amused, half warning—and downed the last of her drink before setting the glass aside. I followed her lead, I downed the rest of my drink and watched her do the same, that same glow still on her skin. Her smile was lazy, satisfied, and it made something tight curl low in my stomach all over again.

So we made our way back down—slower than we should’ve been. We couldn’t stay tucked away forever. As much as I wanted to. I adjusted my shirt, did a half-hearted check in the reflection of the glass for any evidence of… well, everything. It was useless. My lips were still red, my skin flushed, and I was pretty sure I still had her breath on mine.

She walked beside me, slipping through the crowd like nothing had happened—even though everything had. My heart beat just a little faster, and I could feel her hand brushing against mine now and then as we walked, like neither of us were quite ready to break the physical connection. We were different now. Changed. And still, she walked like she wasn’t carrying any of it. Like she hadn’t just come undone in my hands minutes earlier.

But then, just before we reached the table, she pointed—smiling—toward someone I didn’t expect.

Mariona.

Mariona Caldenty

My brows shot up. What?

I blinked, confused, and before I could say a word, she was moving— quick, loose, smiling wide, straight across the floor, toward her, that same bright smile still lighting up her face. She didn’t hesitate. Just pulled Mariona into a hug. Arms wrapped around her like old friends. Like this was the reunion of the year.

And Mariona grinned like she’d been waiting for her all night. I stopped short, trying to mask the surprise tightening in my chest. I stood there for a second, weirdly frozen. I hadn’t known they knew each other. Neither had mentioned it.

They started talking immediately—her hand brushed Mariona’s arm when they did. Her fingers lingered on her wrist.

I stood there like an idiot.

Then I moved back to the group and took my seat. My body still warm from her, my mind still caught somewhere between the wall upstairs and the way she said my name when she came.

But now I was watching her laugh with Mariona. And she didn’t come back to sit beside me. She sat with her. At the opposite end of the table.

Smiling. Like nothing had happened. Like I wasn’t still tasting her in my mouth. I watched her lean in, laughing, eyes wide as Mariona showed her something on her phone. Their heads dipped together. I couldn’t hear a word over the music and the buzz of the table, but their body language said enough—casual, close, familiar. It made something stir in my chest I didn’t want to name.

She looked so comfortable. Too comfortable.

I was too stunned to be subtle.

My eyes flicked over constantly. Watching every small movement. Every grin. Every bit of casual closeness that I couldn’t quite read. Were they close friends? Something more? Something past?

She hadn’t even glanced back at me yet.

“Stop staring,” Patri muttered beside me, sliding back into her seat like she’d been waiting for her moment.

“I’m not,” I lied.

Irene leaned in, her expression a little too amused for my liking. “You are.”

They both had that look. One eyebrow arched, their drinks held casually like they hadn’t clocked every second of my spiralling. I didn’t answer. They didn’t need me to.

“She’s not flirting with Mariona,” Patri said, voice low but firm.

“From what we heard,” Irene added, “They know each other from some girls’ poker night.”

I frowned. “What?”

“Apparently,” Patri said, clearly enjoying herself, “Mariona went on a date recently. With a girl. First date. The girl brought her to a poker night the girl was at.”

“My girl,” I muttered before I could catch myself. I regretted it instantly—but neither of them called me on it. Irene just smirked into her drink.

“Chill,” she said. “It wasn’t her date. She just happened to be there.”

“Mariona said the girls friends were lovely and welcoming, that she really got on with them” Patri added with a smile. “Seems your girl makes an impression on every footballer she meets”

My jaw relaxed just enough. I looked across the table again.

She was still laughing with Mariona, but now I saw it.

Friendship.

Not flirtation.

Support.

Not seduction.

And then—she looked at me. Across the table. Right at me. Our eyes met. Her smile shifted—just a little. A curve that said she knew I’d been watching. That she’d wanted me to. I didn’t look away. Because she might’ve been sitting with Mariona. But her body remembered mine. Her eyes they were already coming back to me.

I barely had time to savour the feeling of her next to me again before Patri leaned in with a sly grin.

“I’m sorry,” she said, eyes flicking between us, “Does Liv flirt with everyone?” Y/N didn’t answer she just smiled ever so slightly, I rolled my eyes, already regretting the conversation shift, but Patri was relentless. “Irene,” she added, elbowing the defender beside her. “Didn’t Liv hit on you at that preseason event last year?”

Irene groaned dramatically. “Ugh, yes. Told me she liked the way I 'stood like a warrior.’”

Patri cracked up. “Right! And then tried to arm wrestle you.”

“While winking,” Irene said, deadpan, tipping her drink toward her mouth.

I felt the girl beside me shake with quiet laughter, and God, I wanted to lean in. To bury my face in her shoulder and laugh there instead. But I kept it cool. Barely.

“Why is Liv like that with everyone?” Patri asked, looking genuinely bewildered. “She’s like… a walking Tinder bio.”

“She flirted with me to when we first met,” she rose her eyebrows, “said I gave off ‘top energy.’”

I choked on my drink. Irene leaned back, cackling. As Patri watched seemingly the only one to see the drink I had to wipe from my chin, “That is such a Liv thing to say.” Irene spoke

“She brought Mariona to team night for a first date,” she added, sipping from her glass, like that explained everything. It kind of did.

“Oh, that was a date?” came a familiar voice behind us, light and full of faux offence. We all turned to see Mariona grinning down at us, arms crossed, one eyebrow lifted. I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my mouth. Mariona slide into the seat on the other side of me.

I watched Y/N, who leaned forward with a teasing glint in her eye. “I told you,” she said to Mariona, mock-serious. “Too sweet for Liv.”

“I am not sweet,” Mariona said, scandalised.

“You are literally the team’s emotional support cinnamon roll,” I deadpanned.

Mariona threw a coaster at me. The group burst into laughter, the kind that made your chest feel full and light at once. My cheeks ached. And beside me, she laughed too, head tilted back, eyes shining. When she looked at me, something flickered between us again—something softer now.

It didn’t need words.

I didn’t expect her to stay. Not really. Not after what we did upstairs, not after the intensity of it. I figured she’d slip away after a while, disappear before things got messy—before anyone started asking questions I couldn’t answer.

But she didn’t. She stayed. And worse—for me, at least—she fit. Too easily. Too well. She sat wedged between Irene and Mariona now, playing some ridiculous drinking game Patri made up on the spot, laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink on her lap when she lost.

Again. “You suck at this,” Irene teased, nudging her shoulder.

“Unfair!” she cried, pointing dramatically. “I’ve had three shots in ten minutes and you’re all clearly cheating.”

Mariona threw an arm around her, grinning. “No one cheats in Patri’s games. We just don’t tell you the rules.”

“That’s called cheating,” she deadpanned, but she was smiling.

God, that smile. It was killing me. I leaned back in my seat, nursing what had to be my last drink of the night, watching her like I wasn’t already trying to memorise everything—how her eyes creased when she laughed, the way she tucked her legs beneath her, how easily she gave affection, warmth, attention. Too easily. I wasn’t used to this. To sharing her. To her being so effortlessly in my world.

Because now she wasn’t just a secret up on a balcony or a message on my phone. She was here. With my people. Making them laugh. Winning them over without even trying. And I should’ve been uncomfortable. But I wasn’t. I just couldn’t stop staring. She caught me once—eyes locking from across the circle of bodies. Her smirk curled slow and subtle. Like she knew. I looked away first. And that said everything.

“Alexia,” Mariona called across the table, still flushed from laughing. “You’re being quiet.”

“She’s just mad I’m more fun than her,” came that voice again—teasing, soft, only half-joking.

I looked up. Straight into her gaze. “I’m not mad,” I said slowly. “Just... watching.”

Her brow lifted. “Watching what?”

You, I almost said. But I didn’t. Because I didn’t have to. The look I gave her said enough. And the way her smile faltered—just a little, just for a second—told me she understood. She held my stare. And she didn’t look away.

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It was later than I realised.

The club had thinned out, music a little lower, lights a little brighter—everyone’s signal that it was time to go. Time to peel ourselves off the couches, say half-drunk goodbyes, make promises we probably wouldn’t keep in the morning.

I stood with the others, wrapping an arm around Irene’s shoulder while she complained about her feet, her voice slurring just enough to make me laugh. Patri yawned mid-sentence. Mariona was still attached to her, of course, dramatically refusing to let her leave without “just one more shot” before realising she couldn’t stand straight.

I pretended not to watch her check her phone. Pretended not to care when she finally pulled her jacket on, tucking her hair behind her ear as she glanced toward the door.

She was going.

And I could feel it in my chest like pressure. Like something unfinished.

I slipped away from the others quietly, catching up to her as she stepped outside, the night air crisp enough to lift some of the heat from my skin. She stood by the curb, waiting, eyes scanning for a taxi.

“You leaving?” I asked, voice low as I came up beside her.

She glanced at me, surprised. “Yeah. I’ve got to be up stupid early.”

I nodded, keeping my hands in my jacket pockets so she wouldn’t see how much I wanted to reach for her.

“Didn’t think you’d stay as long as you did,” I said.

She gave me a look. “Did you want me to leave earlier?”

“No,” I said, too fast.

She smiled. Slow. Like that answer mattered more than she was letting on.

A taxi pulled up, headlights cutting through the streetlight haze. She stepped toward it, then turned back. I beat her to it.

“I’ll make sure you get in okay.”

She paused, eyebrows lifting, amused. “You walking me to the car now, Putellas?”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

But I opened the door for her anyway.

She climbed in, then leaned out the window, eyes locking on mine again in that way that made everything go quiet.

“Thanks for… everything,” she said. I just nodded. “Text me when you get home.”

The window slid up.

The taxi pulled away.

And I stood there on the curb, hands still in my pockets, heart still too full, watching the tail lights disappear.

I hadn’t kissed her goodbye.

But it didn’t matter.

Because this didn’t feel like an ending.

Not even close.

Hands still shoved in my pockets like that might keep the warmth in. Like I hadn’t just watched her disappear down some quiet Barcelona street, leaving me with her taste in my mouth and her voice in my head. God, what the fuck was that?

I turned back toward the group just as they were pouring out of the club’s entrance in loud, chaotic waves—Mariona dragging Irene by the arm, Patri trying to herd them all like she hadn’t been doing shots with them ten minutes ago.

“There she is,” Patri said with a sly grin, falling into step beside me. “Our mysterious vanishing act.”

“She’s been making heart eyes for two hours,” Irene added, nudging me with her elbow. “We just gave her some space.”

“I wasn’t—” I started.

“You were,” Mariona cut in from behind me. “You definitely were.”

I exhaled through my nose, keeping my pace steady as we started walking toward home. The streets were quiet now, just the sound of heels on pavement, the occasional passing car, and my teammates acting like they hadn’t just witnessed me fall face-first into whatever the hell that was.

“Tell us everything,” Patri said dramatically, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “Actually, wait, don’t tell us anything. We already know.”

“She left you speechless,” Irene added. “Which is hard to do.”

“She is cool,” Mariona said, less teasing now, more sincere. “Like… chill. Funny. I get it.”

I side-eyed her. “You hugged her like you were soulmates.”

“We are,” she said, grinning. “We trauma bonded over Liv.”

Everyone laughed. Except me.

I just smiled quietly to myself, because I was still thinking about how I said text me when you get home, and meant it. How her eyes locked on mine just before the window went up, like there was something we still hadn’t said.

“She’s the first girl you’ve let stick around after... you know who,” Irene said, softer now. “After everything.”

That made me pause for half a second, the air catching slightly in my chest. I didn’t reply. Couldn’t. Because she was right. And I wasn’t sure if that terrified me—or thrilled me. Maybe both.

“She better text you,” Patri said with a grin. “Or I’ll text her for you.”

“She will,” I said before I could stop myself.

They all turned to look at me. And I didn’t take it back. Because somehow, I knew she would. And that’s what scared me most of all.

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capricores · 2 years ago

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if you have strong mutable (gemini, sagittarius, pisces, virgo) placements then you NEED to write things down if you don't already. all those thoughts that constantly swirl in your head: the frequent tasks, goals, feelings, aspirations, opinions, etc - WRITE THEM DOWN. this is not only therapeutic & stress-relieving for you but almost necessary, or you're going to burn out and overload your own mind constantly.

when you bottle, or when you let plans, goals, dreams, to-do lists, projects, etc live solely in your head - you'll notice you can't sleep as well, it's harder to rest, your memory gets more foggy than usual, you feel burnt out and unable to connect, etc. specifically:

write down your feelings. this will be your ultimate (free) therapy. start to journal, write a diary. make a private twitter/tumblr where you spill your feelings, frustrations, thoughts. you will feel an immense sense of relief by writing or typing your feelings out - even if no one is reading it but you. mutable moons especially. our feelings tend to change rapidly, but it doesn't make them less valid. don't bottle out of the fear your feelings will change/you'll just "get over it"!! write it down and let it out!!

write! to-do! lists!!!!! these don't have to be for important things. you want to learn digital art? you want to study coding? you want to learn french? you want to re-decorate? you probably have a billion things you want to do, and then you get overwhelmed by the options, and do nothing. write down all the things you want to do. make a to-do list for these things. get them out of your head and somewhere permanent/physical. looking at the options in front of you will feel much easier.

make excel project trackers (you can even make these for to-do list items/goals/etc)! mutable placements have a tendency to start a lot of projects or tasks, and never finish any of them. make a simple tracker for all the projects you start. you won't forget what you're working on, and you'll be less overwhelmed trying to remember what you have going on (example of the one i always use pictured below)

talking out your thoughts and feelings is also very cathartic. make fake (or real, i support u!) youtube vlogs where you spill your feelings and talk about your plans, your day, what you have to do, etc. talk to someone you love and trust, vent to them about how things are; or about what you're getting up to. i find writing has an edge, because you can go back to it for reference (mutables tend to forget things easily) - but as long as you're getting the swirl of your mind somewhere outside of your head, you'll feel so, so much less stressed.

mutable dominants tend to constantly live in go-mode, we're restless and always doing something. we feel uncomfortable and sometimes guilty about staying still. our minds don't ever shut off. it's very important for mutable placements to learn how to rest, be present in the moment, and learn grounding. this can be done in many ways, but i've found personally that writing works best for me. other helpful practices can be: talk therapy, acceptance theory, yoga, meditation, hiking, camping, etc.

i also want to remind mutable signs: we change a lot. we have a lot of ideas. there's so much we want to do. we often feel like we have no path, no big goal; we can struggle with purpose as we don't often aspire for permanent things or "one big goal". this is NOT bad. there is nothing wrong with changing your feelings, your mind, your goals, your life path. you CAN do all the things you want to do! you have your entire life ahead of you! yes, you can learn all those languages. yes, you can have three different careers in your life. yes yes yes! don't listen to negativity from others. don't beat yourself up for not having one big goal like some people around you might. cherish and embrace all the things you want to achieve and complete (both big and small). learn to follow-through with and finish the things that matter to you (writing things down will really help with this, make action plans/steps - break everything down into smaller pieces). take the time to slow down and enjoy the moments as they come. you got this!

#like PLSSSS it is so important you all NEED to write/type your thoughts and feelings #talking abt them will make u feel amazing but writing them out will get them out of your brain #astrology #mutable #luna.txt #i love u mutables <3 #this post was so scattered and random and all over the place in true mutable fashion #but im not editing it because this is for the mutables anyway and yall will get my scattered-ness #mine

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avelera · 4 months ago

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(Writing Advice) Tips for Writing Dialogue

I would never, ever give unsolicited critique on a fic and I would never, ever out a fic I'm reading as being the one I want to critique.

But it gets so much harder when the edits I want to offer are really simple ones. Like, when I know where the author stands in their growth and I can see so clearly what their next step would be and I just aoiruoairoiariowaurwouARGH want to point out one little concept that will elevate their story by lightyears but since I do not know this person I don't dare because you never know what advice is going to be absolutely crushing to someone and entirely unwanted.

SO, before I explode, I want to give the advice I would offer.

This is specifically for people who find themselves writing really long paragraphs of dialogue between two characters that feel sort of unnatural when read aloud. Dialogue that is very "on the nose" ie, characters say what they mean and they say EVERYTHING they mean in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination. It's open, clear communication to a fault and sounds very unnatural as a result.

The thing is, I don't want to tell people not to do that. Actually, writing out EVERYTHING the character could say is a GREAT first step! But the second draft should involve whittling down all of that into the most powerful or gripping parts of that paragraph. And I want to discuss how:

(Note, sometimes that is the pleasure of the genre that the author is going for! Sometimes in fic, the canon characters are so bad at communicating that it can be pleasurable just to write them fucking talking to each other for once.)

But, if your goal is to eventually write more naturalistic dialogue and also dialogue with a bit more tension and momentum to it that really pulls the reader along and makes them feel immersed in the world, you should keep in mind that most people don't say everything they mean in conversation. Even when people are being carefully, deliberately, perhaps even drunkenly entirely open with each other, they often speak in fragments or need to backtrack to clarify a point.

However, most people don't say everything they're thinking, especially if it's very vulnerable, because of things like fear of rejection, or pride, or even because they have their own goals that might be disrupted if the other person knew everything. Sometimes, there just isn't time for a big sit-down where all the feelings come out!

However, this isn't about small-talk, which is a bit more self-evident that it shouldn't be paragraphs long for every exchange. Fiction tends to thrive in momentous moments, moments that tend to be a bit rare in real life but that stick out in our minds forever.

For example, fiction revolves around couples realizing their feelings for each other far more often than any one person would experience that moment in their life. So in fiction we heighten and elevate these really powerful moments and we love exploring them as readers.

SO, when I'm stuck on ALLL the things characters could say to each other in a really charged moment, but I'm not sure what the best thing would be, I don't hold myself back. I just let it all out. I open a pair of brackets and say:

Bill says, [I love you. I don't know how to say it because I'm 20 years old and scared and I've never been in a relationship before, but I do. You've been my best friend my whole life. I think you're the most beautiful and amazing person I've ever met. If you reject me, it would destroy me. But losing you as a friend would destroy me even worse. So I feel like I have to play it cool for a variety of societal pressure reasons but also to protect my heart and my pride. I want to open the door a bit, I want to hint that I like you, but I don't want to risk it if I overstep. I'm not ready to take the leap yet if there's even the slightest chance it won't work. Maybe we could try getting coffee?]

Then I'll go back through and bold the lines that are most powerful to me, the ones I really want to keep, as seen above. Then I mull over that for a bit and try to put it into more naturalistic speech. Something like,

Bill says, "Yeah, well... you're pretty cool too, I guess. Maybe we could grab coffee sometime. Try that new place that just opened."

^^^ Obviously this isn't award winning dialogue but what I would hope to capture with it is a young, insecure person who is leaving a lot of openings for plausible deniability, who isn't overcommitting to a love confession that could get their heart stomped on but is tentatively advancing a compliment and a desire to spend more time together at a plausible location for either a date or just friends hanging out.

The rest of what's deleted from the paragraph is now a secret that they're trying to hide. And secrets tend to be very powerful in fiction and performance. It makes the audience mentally engage with what they think is hidden behind those words. It leaves space too for more conversations between the characters.

Maybe over coffee a bit more of that entire paragraph comes out, which pulls the reader along through the story. Maybe each time they hang out, a little more comes out after that, because most people don't give their love confessions in one huge block the minute they realize they have feelings. And the anticipation of getting to the moment where the whole hidden paragraph is revealed also pulls the reader along and makes them excited (hopefully) for that moment. It makes them keep reading your story to reach that moment.

Anyway, TL;DR: writing out a whole paragraph of everything your character is thinking for each line of dialogue, everything they could possibly say, is GREAT for the first draft! You don't want to lose a potentially juicy and powerful line just because you edited yourself too soon.

But in the SECOND draft, before you publish, dialogue gets a lot more powerful and compelling if you whittle it down to be more naturalistic, to hold a bit back, to allow a bit of mystery, especially with big emotions and confessions that would be hard or scary for a person to reveal, that might encompass the actual plot or subplot of your story (for example, getting to a love confession could be the plot or subplot of a slowburn romance, so you want to sort of piece that build-up out and not just dump a whole confession on the first page, unless that IS your goal!).

Trimming down a huge paragraph to one line of dialogue also makes for snappier, more dynamic dialogue overall, even if the content isn't as emotionally charged as a one-in-a-lifetime love confession.

#writing #writing advice #maggie rambles

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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So I saw this on Facebook and thought it would make a great Steddie fic.

Now the jewelry screams Eddie, but I think that this is bouncer Eddie and drunk Stevie, having been broken up with for the hundredth time and just wanting to get blackout drunk.

Modern AU. Robin is off visiting family when this happens and strictly forbade him from going out. But Steve is out of ice cream and fucks to give so he goes out.

He gets steadily more wasted as the night goes on. He's not even flirting with the hot bartender Chrissy. Which she thinks should feel insulted by, but just really feels sorry for him.

He's a weepy drunk and it's not long afterwards that she cuts him off before he scares off her tips.

She calls over one of their bouncers to get this guy out from under her bar.

Eddie lopes over and picks him up.

They try to get ahold of some of his other friends but they aren't answering, which considering it's well after midnight, Eddie really doesn't blame them for.

But he has a hot mess on his hands and no place to stash him. So he talks to his boss who lets him off early to take care of Steve. Who is definitely NOT sober enough to tell him his address and because he's been kicked out by his girlfriend his wallet really doesn't help (he had been staying at Robin's).

So Eddie takes him home and of course about half way up the stairs to his apartment, Steve empties his stomach EVERYWHERE. All over Eddie's boots, the stairs, but most importantly all over himself.

He manages to make it to his apartment and carefully strips him down to his underwear and socks, removing everything including some small jewelry. He throws the clothes in the washer and then sets about cleaning up any vomit that might still be on the guy and tucks him into bed.

Then he goes about cleaning the vomit up from the hall, he cleans his boots and sets them to dry on the balcony.

Then Eddie starts preparing for the this poor guy's inevitable hangover. Painkillers and water on the nightstand, phone plugged in with a spare charger he had. Wallet and keys next the jewelry in the drawer.

He puts some warm clothes in the top drawer of the dresser, towels on the toilet seat, and making sure there is coffee ready to be brewed for the guy when he wakes up.

Then he goes to sleep himself and wakes up to find the guy still out cold and he has to go to his day job. He feeds Dio his breakfast and takes him out to do his business, but when he comes back and still the guy hasn't woken up. So he types up the note and sets it on the nightstand over top of the guy's phone and heads out.

Two hours later, Steve wakes up to find the worst hangover he's ever had and that includes to the time Robin and Steve decided to do a drinking tour of the world and didn't know you were supposed to spit out after tasting.

He also almost naked and is really freaking out, hoping he didn't have some one night stand because Robin would murder him a second time, after killing him for going out when she told him not to.

Then he sees the note and his heart melts a little at being taken care of then immediately kicks up to 100mph when he realizes who his rescuer is.

The hot bouncer he flirted with the get in the club in the first place.

Shit, shit, shit.

He really needs to leave and needs all of his stuff before he can do that so he reads the note again and re-reads the last paragraph again and again.

Shower, Netflix and doggo? Hmm...

He doesn't work today, that's why he went out drinking in the first place. He could call an Uber to meet him at the main street in the note...

Or...

He could spend the day in comfort and security for once in his life.

He takes the second option and has a lovely time with Dio and messaging Robin.

She's still going to murder him but she's glad he's safe.

Then the owner of said apartment shows up and Steve is really glad he stayed.

They order in and get to know each other a bit more and when he finally gets back to his car and home, he's got a name and a number with the possibility of a date.

Robin absolutely hates his luck. Even more so when she meets Eddie because he's perfect for Steve.

It becomes her funny story at their wedding two years later.

#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailitha writes #based on facebook post

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sugarypinecones · 1 year ago

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DODGE!!!!! god i want dodge so bad i want to lay between his stretched out legs and wrap my arms around one of them and rest my head on his thigh while he plays with my hair while we watch smth together but it's all background noise because his dick is so close to me mouf and i js wanna run my nose against the little outline from his washed out jeans IS THAT A CRIME IS THAT SO TERRIBLE please oh my god his strong rodeo arms i just wanna sit on his lap and rub my hands all over him im sorry i think im ovulating

(in lois griffin voice) whoever that was.. thank you….

NO because ur SO real.. like i audibly went holy to this, had to screenshot, send to council, and come back to re read again like that one sarah paulson video.

this was meant to be a tiny tiny blurb but it turned out way longer than expected so sorry lolz + f!reader

ALSO! if you sent an ask i am working on it, but i was on vacation so now im finally home and yupppp

send more asks. anything. i will try and match ur freak as hard as i can pls god, and anyways that being said:

like, get me; it starts out somewhat innocent. tired and lazy because of all the panic bullshit, you two decide to just stay home rather going out to all the random parties and events thrown between each game.

dayna and his mom don’t care that he has you over — they find it nice he found someone, a nice distraction from inside his head.

as for the show, it’s probably some random documentary or reality show: first thing he saw when logging into the streaming platform. he, genuinely, is probably engrossed in it, but you’re engrossed in him: how close you two are.

you’re laying between his legs, obviously, and his hands are strung around you messily, just wanting to have some sort of hold on you. how he’s holding you, you probably have no idea what, focused on the washed-out jeans of his — weathered from wear by rodeos or helping anne or anything else.

he’s probably yapping about something on the TV — “i don’t see how bestfriends could do that to eachother..” bla bla bla, you’re not really focusing in on it - humming, trying to sound interested in whatever it is he’s actually talking about. some “oh really?” and “i know..” are strung throughout the humming, but you have no idea if it’s actually appropriate to his talking.

he seems to catch on, though, unbeknownst to you. it’s hard not to notice his pretty girlfriend’s eyes focused directly on his crotch every few minutes, head shifting back and forth ever so slightly — making his dick twitch with need.

you wondered if his jeans are always this tight — wondering if you looked earlier you could’ve seen it, but the truth was, you really couldn’t. this only happened after the fact you got in the car — but obviously, you weren’t keenly aware of his crotch up until the minute you got in bed.

his hands run up and down ur back softly, and god it just makes the URGE to run ur face along the outline so much worse !!! he’s fallen quiet, so u slightly wonder if maybe something’s wrong or maybe he caught onto your disinterest in his words, so you glance up out of the corner of your eye, only to realize he’s been watching you for god knows how long.

he probably says something stupid, like: “you know the tv’s over there, right?” or “interesting?” something really dumb and smart-assy. you roll your eyes, probably say something back, and one thing leads to another and he’s nonchalantly trying to suggest you could do it if you wanted to.

so you do. and god !! does it feel as good as u thought it would. he twitches beneath u and tries to act like it’s really not turning him on as much as it is, but it’s hard not to, a sticky, wet patch is already forming at the tip of his cock; itching to bleed through the light jeans.

he ends up pulling you closer, forgetting all about the tv, bringing you into a hasty kiss, needy and desperate but still filled with tenderness.

you fix yourself on his lap, smiling into the kiss, glad you got your way, like it was ever a fight to begin with — it never was, he would give you anything you asked for whenever you wanted.

he’s so gentle when he touches you. his large hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you even closer into his lap, his eyes closed, enjoying the kiss for a few more moments before pulling away, panting softly, breathless.

"you’re really not very good at paying attention." he mumbled breathlessly, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at you.

he moved his hands down your sides, running them up and down your thighs, his thumbs brushing against the skin beneath the hems of your shorts as he shifted underneath you slightly.

“what’s going through your pretty little head, hm?” he mused, tilting his head slightly as he studied your face.

you hummed softly, looking up at him with a small, playful pout on your lips.

“well… i was listening,” you pouted, “kinda.”

he chuckled softly at your response, his hands continuing to run up and down your thighs, the touch of his palms warm and rough against your skin.

“you’re so cute,” he murmured, “but i don’t think you were listening at all.”

he leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your nose, before continuing to trail his lips down your jawline and down your neck.

“i think you were too distracted by something else,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin as he nipped at your neck softly.

he knew you far too well - he knew the way your body reacted to his touch. he knew how to make you melt.

he continued to nibble at your neck, gently, his teeth grazing your skin just enough to send shivers down your spine.

“can you even remember what i was talking about?” he murmured playfully, his hands still running up and down your thighs.

“of course,” you retort, clearly defensive. “you don’t get how best friends.. could do that to eachother.” it’s clear you were listening to him, but not the television.

he chuckled softly, his lips pressed against your skin as you spoke.

“of course you remember that part,” he teased, knowing damn well you were paying more attention to his jeans than the television.

he gently nipped at your skin, sucking on a small patch of it for a moment, before pulling away.

“you were paying more attention to something else, weren’t you?”

you flush. obviously you were — who could blame you ?? :(( he was just soo close to u and so there..

he caught the flush of your cheeks, a smirk playing at his lips as he lifted his head to look at you.

“aww, you’re so cute when you blush, you know that?” he teased, “especially when you realize you’ve been caught.”

he chuckled softly, his hands moving up to your waist, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

you pull him into a needier kiss this time, hands roaming all over, as if trying to find the right place to grab: but all seemed so promising, that you couldn’t actually settle.

he groaned softly into the kiss, matching your neediness with his own. his hands gripped at your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, as he pulled you close into his lap.

he ran his tongue across your bottom lip, requesting access that you happily gave him. his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring it hungrily, as his hands roamed across your body.

he trailed kisses down your jawline and down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin. he nipped at your collarbone, leaving small, love bites in their wake.

he slowly pushed himself back against the back of the bed, pulling you with him so that you were now laying on top of him, your legs on each side of his hips.

his hands roamed down to your legs, gripping your thighs as he shifted beneath you, his hips rolling up against yours.

he groaned softly as he felt the pressure against his lap, his lips still moving across your neck, leaving little love bites in their wake.

“you drive me crazy,” he mumbled against your skin.

you hum in response — too overwhelmed with pleasure to say anything other than jumbled messes, so simplify yourself with a hum.

his hands moved up, slipping underneath your shirt, and running his palms across your skin. he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and it only made him want you more.

he pulled away from your neck, looking up at you with his blue, lust-filled eyes.

“i want you,” he breathed, “so badly.”

your breath hitches — and you want to tell him to have you — right there, however much he wanted, but you can’t strangle any words out.

he moved his hands up to your hips, his grip tightening as he pulled you tightly against him, grinding his lap up against yours.

he let out a soft groan, his head falling back against the back of the headboard as he felt the friction against his straining jeans.

“you’re so beautiful,” he panted, looking up at you with a look of need in his eyes, “so damn beautiful.”

he slid his hands up further, pushing up your shirt as he did, exposing your stomach. he ran his hands up across your stomach and up to your ribs, his touch leaving chills in their wake.

he bit his lip as he looked up at you, studying your face, taking in your features as if he hadn’t seen you a million times before.

“i want you,” he repeated, his voice slightly hoarse with need, “all of you, darling.”

you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling away.

“well,” you said, your voice low and sultry, “what’s stopping you?”

he looked up at you, his eyes darkening with need.

“nothing,” he replied, his grip on you tightening as he spoke.

he shifted beneath you, pushing himself up so that he was sitting up properly against the back of the couch.

“except for these damn jeans,” he muttered, his hands moving to the button on his jeans.

you’re quick to help him — eagerly pawing at the button, undoing it with ease.

he let out a soft gasp at your eager touch, his hands moving to grip your waist as you undid the button on his jeans.

he lifted his hips as you began to pull down the jeans, a small, needy whine escaping from his lips as the fabric slid down his legs and hit the floor with a toss of your hand.

“so fucking needy..” he groaned softly, his hands running up and down your sides.

he pulled you back down onto his lap, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he settled you against his lap.

his hips bucked up slightly, his arousal pressed against your thigh as he moved.

“you’re so good to me,” he panted, his hands roaming up and down your back as he spoke, “i’m so lucky to have you.”

he tilted his head, his lips tracing a path down your neck, nibbling at sensitive spots along the way. he left a trail of little love bites, his teeth grazing against your skin in a way that made you shiver.

“i want to touch you,” he murmured against your skin, his hands running up your thighs. “please let me touch you.”

you could give him permission a million times over — and he’d still ask before doing anything else in the process, so gently; a contrast difference to his rough hands.

“please.” you retort softly.

he groaned softly at your response, his hands gripping your thighs tighter as he pulled you closer.

“always so polite,” he muttered, his lips still trailing down your neck.

he slowly moved his hands up your thighs, his fingers slowly sliding under the hem of your shorts.

“i need you so badly,” he panted, his hands moving higher, “can i..?”

you nod vicariously.

he let out a soft sigh of relief at your response, his hands moving further up your thighs, until they reached the edge of your panties.

he ran his fingers along the edge of the fabric, groaning softly at the realization that he was so close to what he wanted.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, “so perfect..”

you hum contemptibly, smiling.

he smiled at your hum, his hands slowly moving up, slipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

he ran his fingers over your skin, his touch gentle and soft, as he slowly moved towards your center.

he could feel you shiver with each touch, his own hips rolling slightly beneath you as he grew impatient.

he slowly moved his hand down, his fingers sliding across your sensitive flesh, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

“you’re so warm,” he murmured, “so ready..”

he gently began to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch light and teasing, as his other hand moved to your hip, holding you in place.

he groaned softly at the feel of your reaction, his eyes studying your face intently.

“so beautiful..” he repeated, his fingers slowly increasing their pace.

he watched as you began to move against his touch, your hips rolling in response to his touch.

he groaned softly as he felt you press against him, his own arousal growing more and more with each small movement you made.

“that’s it,” he panted, “just like that..”

he continued his movements, his fingers quickening their pace as he felt you growing closer.

he could feel your body shaking with need, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.

“just relax darling,” he murmured, “let go for me..”

he continued to rub at your sensitive core, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, as he watched you grow closer and closer to the edge.

he could feel your body growing tense, your grip on him growing tighter, as you began to whine and pant with need.

“that’s it, just like that..” he repeated, his own hips rolling up against you as he continued his ministrations.

he watched as you grew tense, your body trembling as you reached the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you arched your back slightly.

he kept up his movements, his hand still rubbing at your sensitive flesh, continuing to bring you closer and closer to release, “come for me, please..” he panted, his own need growing stronger by the second.

he could feel you growing closer and closer to the edge with each second, your breath coming in soft pants and moans as you teetered on the brink.

and finally, you came, your body shaking as you reached your climax, a soft moan escaping from your lips.

he continued to move his fingers gently against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, as he spoke softly, “so perfect..”

he gently pulled his hand away from you, his eyes watching as you came down from your high. he studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“that’s it darling,” he murmured, “just breathe..”

he moved his hands to your hips once more, holding you tightly in his lap as he waited for you to regain your bearings.

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dinogoofymutated · 5 months ago

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Okay, since requests are open, I wanted to ask for something, especially after seeing that you are comfortable with most male characters.

I present:

Scott Summers x fem!reader who's just a little too rebelious and annoying for his taste but he still can't help but love her? Like, enemies to lovers kind of style?

If you want to do a oneshot or headcanons is up to you, I'm just starving for Scott content.

Don't know, if you wanna do is, especially since he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I thought "hey, give it a try, maybe she wants to try someting different" so here I go

Anyway, love your work, you#re amazing <3

Cyclops/GN!Reader I've had this prompt saved in my drafts for SO LONG. Basically since the moment it came in!! I was so happy you sent this in bc i had been thinking about writing for Scott, but then I couldn't think of a good enough way to carry this out so I waited on it for a good bit until I had it down to a science!! Hope you enjoy!! Man, I started writing this and then realised I had to make a banner for him too 😭 I did this to myself tho Most of the characters I write for are written as combinations from different x-men media, but I'm still figuring out how I want to characterise Scott since he's a new character for me. Just wanted to put this out there in case I change how I write for him in future fics. (also, let me know how you feel about him in this one! Tell me if yall think I should tweak his attitude a bit :) ) Edit from the future: I started this draft so long ago and damn did it turn out long. TWs: Idk at the moment, will add if I think of any! Reader has a specific power that is kinda vague at first. I've written them out at the very bottom BUT if u read u will spoil the surprise of the fic so fair warning

Scott does not like you. At least, not anymore.

You've known each other for a long time, both coming to Xavier's school within weeks of each other. You used to be friends- or at least friendly. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves and your powers, a gap began to form, and then continued to grow once both of you became members of the x-men.

It's not like he didn't notice your tendency for rebellious behavior before, but on the field? the two of you clashed more than ever. He's doing his best out here, and the last thing he needs as a leader is both you and Logan going out of your way to put yourselves in dangerous situations because you think you know better.

And the moment you get back to the mansion? You clash all over again- and over the dumbest things. You practically avoid him all of the time, refuse to spar with him unless you're forced, will scoot away from him if he has to sit next to you on game nights. It's like the very thought of brushing against him is enough to get under your skin.

The moment the blackbird lands, you should have known what to expect. But you're in such a good mood, with the mission having gone well despite all odds. Sure, you didn't exactly follow Cyclops' foolproof plan, but when did you ever?

Scott is standing at the end of the ramp when the doors open, watching with a rather sour look on his face as you laugh with Jubilee, the others trailing shortly behind. He crosses his arms, and you barely stop short of him, acting like you had never seen him in the first place as you sigh, nodding at the others to go ahead before finally turning to him and crossing your own arms.

"Go ahead. Say your piece." You say. It only stokes the irritation in him, and he scowls.

"You can't go one, single mission and actually listen to what I say, can you?" He snaps. You roll your eyes, knowing that if he had it his way, you'd never have gone on the mission at all. Still, you stand defiantly, unwilling to back down.

"Look, you weren't even there, you can't expect me to-"

"It would be different if I was there, but I wasn't." Scott interrupts you, and the aggravation it lights in you is practically all-consuming. You can't hold back your scowl. "You were the only senior member of the team on that plane, do you understand how detrimental it could have been if you had gotten hurt, or worse?!" Oh, what a load of horseshit. It's alway the boy scout schtick with him- I'm the leader, do what I say, If I was there none of this would have happened- what an asshole! Hell, in the second half you might have actually thought he was concerned for you and the team, but you knew better.

"Don't act like you actually give a damn, Summers." You snap. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt, I don't see your problem." You're done with this. You're tired, sweaty, exhausted, and the last thing you want to be doing right now is talking with him. You knock shoulders with him as you brush past, but he reaches out and grabs you by the arm. You feel a mix of strong emotions- anger, concern, frustration- and thoughts swim in your head, before snatching your arm away from him like you'd been burned. He pauses for a second as you whip around and look at him, a rage in your eyes. He still looks at you with that stupid, stubborn look on his face.

"I get that you think I'm just some stuck-up asshole, but there's a reason I get angry when you do something reckless." His voice has lost the smallest a bit of fire. You scoff at him immediately, before turning away to storm out.

"Eat shit."

So no. things weren't exactly cool between you two.

It's not like you weren't friends at some point though, back when you were kids. You didn't know what happened to cause this rift, but he only really thought of you as some reckless idiot as of late, and you didn't care to learn anything else about what was going on in his brain.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean you could avoid him forever. Not when the both of you are on a team.

You only realise how much pain you're in when the blackbird's autopilot clicks on. Your suit was scuffed and worn in some areas, starting to burn at the edges of your sleeves as the protective coating started to wear away. You noticed it in the midst of battle, trying to focus on manipulating debri to a colder temperature rather than a hot one, but sometimes you can't afford to be picky in fights. Your suit may have been temperature resistant, but you were temperature invulnerable. Besides, heat did the most damage anyway.

You frown a bit at the sight of your burnt sleeves. Normally, you'd be worried that Hank would be mad at having to make a new suit again, but if anything you were sure he'd be grateful for the challenge of improving it. Scott was really the only one who would scold you for it, always coming back to the same arguments of being too reckless, ect, ect... and speaking of Scott, he was being awfully quiet right now.

The cockpit is empty exempt for the two of you, being the only two assigned to the mission. Scott is sat in the pilot's chair, and you can't really see much of him besides the top of his head. He's silent, and it makes you worried.

When you stand and walk. over to him, his face looks pained. You're sure his eyes are closed under his signature visor, his head leaning back limply in the chair, hair tussled. You furrow your eyebrows. You knew he'd be tired, but he's not usually this burned out.

"Scott? You alright?" You ask. he only hums in response. It's then when you realise what's wrong.

"Migraine?" You ask, and he hums in the affirmative. You wince at the thought. You knew he got migraines often, especially when using his mutation more than usual, and having migraines yourself, you knew he was hurting. You take a look at where the emergency aid box usually is, knowing it had painkillers, but the space is empty, and you sigh to yourself when you remember you used it on a local- Scott agreeing with you for once when you wanted to leave it with them for any more emergencies. You look back at Scott, and think for a moment more.

Scott jumps when you place a cold hand on his forehead, having settled your weight on the back of the chair behind him. It sparks a feeling of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks, and instead of his usual accusatory tone, he just sounds tired.

"Don't be a baby." You respond, chilling both hands and combing through his hair gently. Scott is confused as all hell. Why were you doing this? You go out of your way to avoid him at any cost, and then... this? What even was this?

But... he'd be lying if it didn't feel nice. Scott begins to relax underneath you as you continue to comb through his scalp, pressing gentle touches to his forehead as you do so. It's... it feels good.

"My mom used to do this when I was little." You say softly, after a long moment of silence. "Whenever I had a migraine, she'd run her hands under cold water for a long time, lay my head in her lap, and run her hands through my hair. The cold usually helped." Scott's shoulder's are sagging now, and he sighs every once in a while. Although he doesn't say anything, you don't need to ask. There's a question beginning to brim, but you answer it before he can even speak- saving him the effort of talking in the midst of his pain.

"...And it just felt nice to feel her play with my hair, I guess. 'figured it might help you, too."

You try not to dwell on whatever thoughts begin to swirl after that.

It's hard to tell when things shift after that. Even harder for Scott to understand why.

Eventually you go from avoiding him at any given chance, stiff and petty with your actions, to casual. Not quite friendly, but almost.

"And... Right hand red!" Jubilee calls from the couch, having entirely too much fun for someone who isn't even playing this game. Everyone who's already lost has dispersed, either playing a different game or having good conversation. The game of twister had started with four? Maybe five of you? But at the moment, it was just down to you and Scott. -The two of you being way too competitive to let the other win. At the moment, both of you were in a bit of a strange position, with Scott managing to crawl over you at some point. Aside from that, the game had been going on for uncomfortably long- long enough for the pizza to get here.

The doorbell rings and it's pretty instantaneous when people start to flock to the kitchen for the feast, Jubilee included. There's a flicker of panic in both of you as she quickly leaves.

"Hey!-"

"Jubilee! Wait!"

"You'll be fine, you big babies!" She calls out, giggling in her pursuit of the cheesy goodness. That just leaves you and Scott on the matt, pressed together in some places and a but uncomfortable, but awkwardly? Still competeting.

"God, that pizza smells good." Scott groans from above you, the smell of food becoming more and more tempting. You think about it, for a half a second maybe, but that competitive little devil on your shoulder gets to you before your stomach can.

"You know what? why don't you go ahead and grab a piece!" You say, causing Scott to cock an eyebrow at you.

"What, and let you win? Not a chance." He huffs. You shrug best you can, it was worth a shot! Neither of you were going to budge any time soon, determined not to let the other win. But the longer you stayed pressed together...

It's not like you hadn't noticed how handsome Scott was. Hell, who wouldn't? Even Logan isn't immune to his good looks, but obviously you weren't going to be... wierd, about it. You're just playing a game, right? But the sight of him above you, slightly flushed, shifting every once in a while while keeping his balance? It was... tempting.

It doesn't take long for other thoughts to begin swimming around, worming their way into your mind. The two of you in various states of undress... gasping, gripping onto one another... marks on his neck, your lips swollen and stained by the lipstick your wearing tonight.

Each and every thought leaves you more flustered than before, slipping on the plastic mat and accidentally knocking into one of Scott's weight bearing arms and sending the two of you colliding into the floor. You hear Scott let out a noise of pain and you're not down there for long before you shove him off of you, face burning as you grumble about his win. You stalk off without much fanfare, leaving Scott a bit befuddled.

"What was that all about?"

But regardless of how aggravated you made eachother sometimes, everyone has their breaking point...

You're surprised when Scott kisses you in the hall some weeks later, less than a second after a heated spat started to take a bit of a turn, but to be honest? You were into it.

His lips are soft, if a little chapped, heated kisses full of force and urgency before they soften just a little. You kiss him back in a similar manner his hands falling to your waist as you grab him by the collar and pull him even closer. You're quick to start moving the two of you backwards fumbling for a closet door you could have sworn was right... there.

As soon as the door swings open, you pull him inside, pushing him against the wall once it closes again and cupping the back of his neck as you pull him into another kiss. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth shoots through you as you do, and you almost giggle as his thoughts start to flood with more and more tempting situations for the two of you to be in.

After each and every dirty thought he has, you start to wonder if he even remembered your touch telepathy after having known you for so long- but hell, even if he didn't, you weren't complaining.

If u made it this far, I wanna give u details about the Reader's powers some more!! Specifically, the powers are temperature manipulation/temperature invulnerability/touch telepathy! They get a bit complicated bc reader can't light shit on fire or make ice out of the air, but they can melt shit and freeze existing water though! As long as reader touches it in some way! Due to this they're invulnerable to heat/cold for obvious reasons. Touch telepathy was added bc i love mutations with unnecessary layers (Emma frost) and... u really think I was gonna let scott get away without banging another telepath? wrONG

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nevadancitizen · 1 year ago

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-> THE BURDEN OF TOMORROW

synopsis: kamski reveals the one thing you know to be true as a lie: your humanity. connor can’t rightly sit idly by as you struggle to re-find yourself.

word count: 4.2k

ships: connor x reader, hank anderson & reader

notes: i’m skipping from fandom to fandom like i’m fucking window shopping huh. anyway connor the pinerrrr. connor the ultimate denier of feelingssssss

related reading: HEAD OF FALSE SECURITY MASTERLIST

You had been against the idea from the beginning. In your head, you traced the different ways Kamski would turn you, Hank, and Connor down – “I’m too busy to answer some stupid questions,” or “Go away, I’m trying to enjoy being a retired billionaire,” or “I’m Elijah fucking Kamski, and who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

But his android, Chloe, had welcomed all of you. And you couldn’t ignore how Kamski’s face brightened ever-so-slightly when he saw Connor. But it confused you even more when his eyes flitted to you and his expression brightened even more.

He started talking after he got out of his red-granite-lined pool, which didn’t really interest you. Your eyes turn to one of the Chloes that’s standing off to the side, her eyelids fluttering a little as she presumably scans you. When she��s done, her lips tilt upward in a smile and her head cocks to the side a little. It’s like… she knows you, or something. Like she was smiling because she saw an old friend.

Kamski’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “Chloe?”

Chloe immediately walks over to Kamski, her bare feet making soft sounds against the tile, then muffled by the carpet. She sinks to her knees when he puts a hand on her shoulder and pushes slightly.

“What interests me…” Kamski moves so he’s standing next to where Chloe’s kneeling. “… is whether machines are capable of empathy.”

He moves so his back is turned on all three of you, and opens a drawer of a side table near the window. “I call it the “Kamski Test.” It’s very simple, you’ll see.”

Kamski turns with his hands raised. One of them is holding a pistol by the barrel, in a way that it would be impossible to fire. Once he’s established that he’s not a threat, he moves forward and places the grip in Connor’s hand. Connor curls his fingers around it on instinct, his index on the trigger.

“What are you doing?” You interject.

Kamski looks over at you and smiles. It’s like you’re proving something to him. What you’re proving, you don’t know.

He moves Connor’s arm so that the sights of the gun are trained on Chloe’s head. “It’s up to you to answer that fascinating question, Connor. Destroy this machine, and I’ll tell you all I know. Or…”

Kamski makes a half-circle and stands beside Connor. “Spare it, if you feel it’s alive. But you’ll leave without having learnt anything from me.”

Hank scoffs and rolls his eyes, gently hitting your arm with an air of can you believe this fucking prick? “Okay, I think we’re done here. C’mon, let’s go, both of you. Sorry to get you outta your pool.”

You put your hand on Hank’s arm to still him and stare at Connor. His LED flickers between yellow and red, circling in on itself quickly as he stares down at Chloe. His eyelids flutter slightly as he tries to process everything around him, calculating and sorting every possibility into neat percentages.

“Connor?” You say softly, trying to break him from his trance. “Connor, come on. This is a waste of time – you don’t need to do this. It could mess with your…” you gesture at your forehead vaguely. “… microprocessors or whatever.”

Kamski exhales slightly and smiles. He takes the pistol by the barrel, gently taking it from Connor’s hand. Connor looks at Kamski, then back down at Chloe.

“Amazing,” Kamski breathes out.

“Yeah, amazing, I care about Connor.” You roll your eyes. “Let’s go.”

Connor catches your eye and nods. “I would’ve been okay. Shooting the android wouldn’t have impacted my microprocessors or any of my other biocomponents.”

“The kid’s just worried,” Hank cuts in. “Now, c’mon. We’re leaving.”

“Wait – one last thing.” Kamski brushes past, walking to the far wall. He presses his hand to a biometric scanner on the wall, causing it to let out a sound akin to a hiss as it opens. It creases vertically, then folds back.

You let out a small sound of disbelief as you take in what Kamski revealed. Lining the walls of the hidden compartment is… information, yes, but not information about deviants. It’s information about you.

Photos of you as a child, teenager, adult, and projections of what you’d look like as you aged. Reports on how you’ve been performing as a detective. Maps of interrelationships, circles labeled with names and a web of color-coded lines connecting them.

And, on the back wall, are blueprints. You’ve seen these types of schematics before – they’re for androids.

Kamski turns and smiles when he sees your shocked face. “So it worked. You firmly believed you were human. Am I wrong, Detective?”

You feel a hand on the top of your back, and only barely register Hank shuffling you towards the exit as you stumble. “This is fucked. I don’t know what the hell you’re trying to pull, Kamski, but we’re out.”

“N-no, Hank, wait –” You dig your heels in, never once looking away from the hidden compartment. “Wait, Kamski, what is this?”

“Just an experiment.” Kamski follows your eyes and looks inside. “A personal pet project.”

“They’re not your goddamn passion project!” Hank snaps, ushering you along with a bit more force. “Now leave the kid alone.”

“Hank, please, I want to see –” You crane your neck, still trying to look.

“This is damaging to your psyche,” Connor says, taking your arm and helping Hank herd you. “I – we need you operating at full capacity, for the sake of the case.”

“There it is, again!” Kamski laughs. “That beautiful thing, empathy.”

He walks into the room leisurely, like it’s a parlor instead of… whatever it is. “I don’t blame you for being curious. You’re a violent and irrepressible miracle, Detective.”

You struggle against Connor and Hank’s holds as you try to see more of the secret room. “Wh-what do you mean? Hank, let me see! I need to know what’s going on!”

You grab Hank’s arm with your free hand, tugging on his coat. “Hank, I promise I’ll be okay – just five minutes. All I need is five minutes! Please, let me do this. I just need to figure out what this is, then we can go. Just five minutes.”

Hank’s mouth curls into a scowl when he hears the emotion and pleading in your voice, his eyebrows furrowing as he thinks. His eyes fall to the floor, then flick to Connor.

“I highly advise against that,” Connor says evenly, but his worry is betrayed by the way his jaw clenches. His fingers tighten around your upper arm. “Not only will this definitely cause irreversible psychological damage, it could possibly lead to a mental break.”

“Five minutes, Connor.” You look into his eyes. “How much damage can five minutes do?”

“A lot!” Connor says. But after a moment of eye contact, his eyes soften and he relents. He lets go of your arm and takes a step back, his shoes clicking against the tile.

Hank does the same, removing his hand from your back. He sighs and crosses his arms. “Five minutes, kid. That’s all you get.”

You immediately turn on your heel and rush into the room because, knowing Connor, he’d probably set an internal timer already. You hear both Hank and Connor follow you, standing at the edge of the doorway.

You scan the room, then pick out what to look at and what to question Kamski about.

“This.” You point at a small tablet, showing a muted video of you dancing drunkenly at a crowded party. You’re wearing a hideous necktie like a headband and you get your face right in the camera as soon as you spot it. You can make out the words you’re saying – or, rather, yelling – “What’re you waiting for, man? Let’s party with Miss Page-Three all the way to Disco Ze-e-e-ero-o-o-o!”

You turn to Kamski. “What is this? Why do you have it?”

“Every person moves in a unique way,” Kamski says, shrugging slightly. “Androids already have a specific set of movements. I analyzed the way you moved – the way a human moved.”

“Moved?” You echo back. “What do you mean, moved? Don’t you mean move? Like, the present continuous verb?”

“I didn’t misspeak.” Kamski turns to a paper organizer on a desk and starts to flip through it.

You exchange a glance with Hank, then Connor. Hank is more obvious with his unease, but you can tell Connor is fretting, too. He just keeps it in his mind, still silently calculating.

Kamski pulls out a manila folder and hands it to you. You turn it over and read what’s on the front. Typed out in neat Courier New is your name, your birth date, and a random date from a few years back – Feb. 21, 2034.

You undo the clasp and dump out the documents on a nearby desk. What’s inside only causes further confusion – there’s a photocopy of a will, a death certificate, an incident report, and photos of a car crash. The death certificate is… it’s yours, but it can’t be. Can it?

You pick up one of the pictures and hold it close to your face. The car is a mangled mess of metal, lit by red and blue police lights. Peeking out from underneath the rubble, limp on the concrete, is a hand. Your hand. And it’s stained with fresh, wet blood.

“Connor.” Your voice comes out weak and strained. You can’t lift your eyes from the photo. “Connor, get over here.”

Connor’s footsteps sound, quick and almost rushed. “Yes, Detective?”

“Scan this.” Your hand shakes as you hold the photo out to Connor. “I-is this…?”

Is this real? You want to ask. Please tell me it’s not, Connor. Connor, please-please-please tell me this is some stupid joke. I’m not afraid of dying, but what if I already have?

Connor leans down a little, his eyelids and LED flickering as he scans it. His face falls as soon as his LED resumes circling normally. “It’s… yes. I found a document containing that picture, but I… I’m not permitted to access it.”

“Okay, but that’s just s-some random wreck, right?” You laugh nervously, trying to ignore the lump growing in your throat. Can androids even cry? “It – it’s not me.”

Connor reaches down and sorts through the documents. When he comes across the death certificate, he freezes. His eyelids flutter as he scans it. He looks over at you, slowly.

“No,” you whisper. “Connor, it… it can’t be real.”

“It is,” Connor says softly. “Detective, I… I’m so sorry.”

And, just like that, you’re disconnected. You’re outside of your body, stuck in the passenger seat and controlling a video game. There’s a lag to every movement you make. You recall some term you heard in a college psychology course you were required to take – disassociation. You vaguely register that this is what you’re feeling.

With more effort than it should take, you turn to look at Hank. His expression, shocked and appalled, causes the dam to burst. Your shoulders shake as you cry, hot with misplaced shame.

Connor wraps an arm around your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room and towards the exit. Hank pats his shoulder, telling him to “Get them to the car – I’ve got a few choice words I need to exchange with our friend here.”

The car ride was tense, and that atmosphere transferred into Hank’s home. He had asked on the way back if you were okay being by yourself, and you were honest and told him that no, you’re not. He had sat you down and assured you that he wasn’t mad, he didn’t feel betrayed – he just needed time to think and adjust to this new change.

He had turned in an hour ago, just a little past three in the morning. You know you couldn’t sleep if you tried. That left you and Connor in Hank’s living room.

You’re laying on the floor with Sumo, his head on your chest and drool staining your shirt. One of your arms is propped behind your head, your other hand absentmindedly combing through Sumo’s fur.

The silence is only broken by the ceiling fan clicking with every rotation and your breathing – artificial breathing, you suppose.

“Did you go into standby?” You ask softly.

“No,” Connor answers from his seat on the couch. “Would you like to talk?”

“Maybe.” You trace the pattern of Sumo’s fur, then look over at Connor. “It’s just… I don’t feel like an android. And I have lots of memories. I remember going to Chicken Feed with Hank for the first time. He got me the best goddamn burger in Detroit. I remember finding a Lucky Star bottlecap when I was a kid – the, uh… the ones from that one sarsaparilla? With the blue star on the bottom. Androids don’t have memories like that. Memories from their childhood. Memories that make them feel things.”

Connor stands from the couch, then sits by your side. He puts his hand on Sumo’s head, gently tracing the white streak that cuts through brown fur. The fan continues to click as Connor thinks for a few moments, LED swirling as he does.

“I feel things, sometimes,” he says softly. “But not like how a deviant feels. I have a built-in reward system meant to keep me motivated. But sometimes I’m rewarded even when I do something unrelated to the case.”

“Like what?” You smile up at him. “Petting Sumo?”

Connor smiles softly, glancing away, then back to you. “Yes.”

You laugh softly, your eyes staying on Connor’s face, tracing this new expression. He doesn’t smile a lot, but you’re grateful for every second that he does.

His brow creases a little, his smile disappearing. “Are you feeling alright? I want to know if you’re… I know this revelation has affected you negatively, but I just want to know of your general mental state.”

You sigh quietly, looking up and following one blade of the fan as it rotates. “I mean, I thought I had it all figured out, y’know? There’s a giant ball, and there’s evil apes. And the evil apes are just… dukin’ it out on the ball. And I’m one of them. It’s basically all just evil apes dukin’ it out on this giant ball.”

Connor tilts his head to the side. “And in this scenario… what are androids?”

“Androids don’t exist in this scenario,” you say. “Androids are too perfect. Like fine porcelain china. They’re for the future. I figured this out when I was young, before androids were everywhere. When there was just a giant ball and evil apes.”

“Hm.” Connor shifts slightly, so that his thigh is just barely pressed against your side. “And what do you feel now?”

“I… I don’t know.” You sigh. “I feel… kinda guilty, I think? Because, yeah, it’s bad. This doesn’t have any upside to it. But it’s not bad for anyone else aside from me, and Hank, to a lesser degree. It’s not death, or war, or – god forbid, pedophilia. It’s just me.”

You go quiet as you watch the fan rotate. Your fingers find the tags on Sumo’s collar, the tag with his name and Hank’s address and number clinking against his rabies vaccination tag.

“Humans are complicated,” Connor eventually says.

You snort. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I…” he sighs. “I know you didn’t mean to deceive me. But I can’t believe I didn’t know – or at least have an inkling.”

“Shit, I deceived myself.” You laugh humorlessly. “You’re okay, Connor. You don’t need to change to accommodate me.”

“Adaptability to unpredictable human behavior is one of my core features,” he says.

“Am I really unpredictable?” You ask. Your eyebrows furrow as you fidget with Sumo’s tags. “Or, actually – am I really even human?”

Connor’s LED flashes yellow as he looks down at you, his eyelids fluttering as he scans you. He blinks a few times and his LED returns to a calm blue.

“You’ve fooled my sensors,” Connor says. “And, if I may…”

His hand hovers over yours, which is still fidgeting with Sumo’s tags. You nod as you feel your heart skip a beat. He grabs your hand and lifts it to his solar plexus, right in the middle of his chest.

“Do you feel that?” Connor asks. “It’s my thirium pump. Biocomponent #8456w.”

Sure enough, you feel a soft thrumming beneath your fingers. It’s not quite like a heartbeat, but a steady hum that fluctuates. Strong, then a steady decline to weak, then back to its strongest.

You nod again, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Connor moves your hand so that it’s resting on your own chest, right over your heart. You don’t really make an effort to check your heartbeat but, just like the last time you remember checking, there’s a steady beat.

“You have a heart,” he says.

“An artificial one,” you chime.

“Yes,” Connor relents. “But it proves that you’re not like me. Not a full android.”

“For all I know, Kamski cobbled me together in his creepy basement,” you try to joke. “Do you think he has one? Or is he too rich?”

“Detroit is located alongside a river,” Connor says. “The soil contains too much water for basement construction to be feasible.”

You roll your head a little, looking up at him. “You’re too literal. Don’t you have a humor microchip or something?”

Connor smiles slightly. “Unfortunately, no.”

“Yes, you do!” You laugh and turn your hand over, grabbing his and shaking it gently. “You’re smiling. And you made a joke. A kind-of joke.”

Connor’s smile falters when he looks down at your connected hands. It’s not like you’ve laced fingers with him or anything, but it was still kind of intimate.

You clear your throat and let his hand go, instead carding your fingers through Sumo’s fur again. You can feel a blush creeping across your face. Once more, the room is only filled with the clicking of the fan with every rotation and your breathing.

“I don’t know what to do,” you eventually sigh out. “I wish I could just wake up and start the day over. But then I open my eyes and the time has still passed and I’m still here. I still have to go through… whatever this is.”

“You don’t have to go through it alone,” Connor says. “Hank would never abandon you, and…” His LED flickers yellow. “Neither would I.”

“You’re weird,” you say softly. “You’re weird for that.”

Connor nods, slowly. “Maybe. But you’re vital to this case, whether you believe it or not.”

“I do,” you say. “Kinda. I just need time. I can see the end, which is whole acceptance, or just not caring. I mean, all the pieces aren’t here, I still need to find them, but still. I get all the pieces, somehow, something else, walla-walla-bing-bang – my android-ness doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Walla-walla-bing-bang?” Connor echoes, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“I don’t know what it means.” Your eyes flicker to his and you smile at his confusion. “I think I heard it somewhere once. It just felt like the most appropriate thing to say.”

Connor’s face softens and he mirrors your smile. “That does seem like an appropriate thing to say, yes.”

You keep looking up at him for a moment, just looking into his brown doe eyes. You swallow thickly as your thoughts race. There’s a sudden lump in your throat that you try your best to ignore and clear away.

“Connor, I…” You reach for his hand. He meets you halfway, gently holding your hand and resting his thumb on your knuckles.

“Am I a deviant?”

Are you going to turn me in? You want to ask. Please don’t. Please, Connor. I need you to trust me, just like you’ve trusted me before. I’ll be vigilant. I’ll figure this out. I promise. Please.

“No.” There’s no hesitation or doubt in his voice. “As far as I’ve figured out, you’re designed to act like a human. You’re meant to fool others into thinking you’re really human – because that’s what you were, before. Deviants are androids with mutations in their code. Your code is meant to mimic human emotions and rationale. So you’re just following your instructions.”

“Instructions.” You look down at your joined hands. You shake them a little as your lips draw into a thin line. “That’s what we both come down to, right? Instructions.”

“You…” Connor thinks for a moment. “Yes. But the instructions in you are nuanced, and sometimes contradictory. I’m not calling your code faulty – in fact, it rather reflects human behavior to a tee.”

“So I’m… at least a little human.” You close your eyes, resting your head on your arm that’s propped behind your head. “Human enough.”

“Human enough?” Connor echoes.

“Yeah. My lungs burn when I hold my breath too long. It hurts when I stub my toe and I feel electric when I hit my funny bone. I cry and my tears taste salty instead of tasting like… I don’t know, cleaning fluid.” You open your eyes and look up at Connor, as if asking him to confirm.

“Androids do have optic cleaning fluids, yes,” he says.

You smile and laugh lightly, your gaze returning to the fan blade. “Optic fuckin’ cleaning fluids…”

You sigh softly. “God, Hank was right. This is fucked. An android investigating androids and some… cheap copy of whoever I used to be. And, of course, a Lieutenant who’s slowly killing himself day-by-day.”

“You’re not a cheap copy,” he says. “Typical CyberLife androids cost nine thousand dollars, but custom models could cost more. Personally, my development and production costs total to just over four million, and every new RK800 model costs eight thousand.”

Connor soothes his thumb over your knuckles. “You must’ve cost Kamski a fortune.”

His words immediately go to your heart like you’ve been pierced by a scorpion’s tail. But instead of venom, it’s an injection of sweet feelings and erratic butterflies. If you didn’t know better, you’d say that his whispered words and damn-near reverent tone was intentional.

“That’s… that sounds kinda romantic,” you say, then remember yourself. “I – I mean, romantic as in, like, the Romantic era? Like, it’s a romantic idea. That Kamski loves his work so much that he couldn’t bear to stop and continued to push the envelope… even if he pushed it a bit too far, with an android replacing a real-life, actually-dead human and whatnot.”

Connor’s LED blinks as he thinks. He stays silent for a while, just looking down at his hand that’s holding yours and thinking.

“You’re starting to act like me, y’know?” You squeeze his hand. “A synthetic human instead of a true android.”

His LED stops flickering and he meets your eyes. “I am not a deviant. I have a rigorous self-testing system to make sure any signs of deviancy don’t go undetected.”

“Okay, okay,” you relent. You glance down to your conjoined hands, then back up into those doe eyes.

“Did you mean it?” You ask softly. “Earlier. When you said that you’d stay.”

“Of course,” Connor answers quickly.

“Really?” Your eyebrows crease. “Because it’ll take years. It’ll be depressing. And it’ll be boring. I’ll be worse than Hank. I don’t expect you to reward me or to applaud my every move, because I know that’s how normal people are all the time.”

“But you’re not normal,” Connor says with a smile. “Even before your entire identity was uprooted.”

“Connor!” You laugh and let go of his hand to swat at him, then grasp his hand again. “Alright, alright. I’ll get a bit of the Normal in me. A touch of the Regular. Exactly four grams of Johnny Normalcop.”

“Don’t.” He squeezes your hand. “It would be detrimental to the case if you were to focus on restructuring yourself in a different way. You don’t need to sanitize your personality.”

You smile up at Connor. “So you like me.”

His LED flickers yellow, then returns to blue. “Yes. I enjoy working alongside you as you are. You don’t need to be any amount of Johnny Normalcop.”

You shake your joined hands gently, your smile growing so wide you’re sure you looked a bit stupid. “You’re sweet. You know that?”

“I am somewhat aware.” Connor brings his free hand up to rest on top of your connected hands.

And, just like that, you know everything would be alright. Nothing would ever be the same, yes, but it would be alright. It won’t be easy, but you just need to move on. Uncertainty is a core tenet of detective work.

When life closes a door, it opens a window. And if the fall is too steep, use the fire exit. Run to the roof, because Connor will be there when you jump to break your fall. The most important thing is to keep moving. Keep dreaming. CyberLife can’t reclaim their lost property if you keep running – very, very fast, from one Earth-shattering revelation to the next.

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