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[sluttyminghao]

♡ title: signed, sealed, ruined ♡ pairing: CEO!seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ genre: smut ♡ word count: 4.1k ♡ smut warnings: dom!CEO Seungcheol, elevator sex, brat taming, semi-public, dirty talk, possessive behavior, hand over mouth, fingering, skirt play, light choking, overstimulation, risk of getting caught, power imbalance, hair pulling, spit, whispered sexual threats, praise + degradation mix, restraints, talk of breeding, spanking ♡ 2/13 in the Thirteen Temptations Series ♡ a/n: thank you to @supi-wupi and @flowerwonu for beta-ing for me and giving great feedback! i hope you guys enjoy the next installment of the thirteen temptations series!

Your friends had warned you about him before you took the well-paying job in the new law firm downtown.

“Don’t get involved with the boss.” “He’s intense.” “You’ll either get promoted… or ruined.”

But you weren’t scared of their words, or even the picture they’d sent you that portrayed a young and handsome CEO. You were too good at what you did, especially after all the experience you’d had in several other law practices.

For six busy months, you played the role of star employee and assistant perfectly. Buttoned-up blouses, polite smiles, no extra glances. You sat across from the CEO, Choi Seungcheol, in weekly meetings that almost had you falling asleep, you kept eye contact when he praised your work in that deep, velvety voice that sent shivers down your spine and warmth spreading in your abdomen, and tried so hard to ignore the way he looked at you like he wanted to bend you over the conference table.

But this week? This week was when you felt something shift. He started calling you into his office more often over little things, like reports not having a specific stamp on them, and even started watching your lips with great interest when you spoke. He also started brushing past you in tight hallways, close enough to feel the heat of his muscular body.

And tonight… he’s kept you late, going over monthly reports that could have been easily done the following day. You’re in the boardroom, all alone with him. You’re tired and annoyed. You’re also on edge, partially from the hunger and partially from the hungry stares he’s sending your way.

You hand him the report. “Anything else, sir?”

He doesn’t take it from you. Instead, he stands from his chair and walks around the table, and stops right in front of you. Then:

“You wore perfume today.”

Your breath catches, not expecting him to say what he just did. “Excuse me?”

“It’s not the one you usually wear.” His voice is low. “This one is sweeter, more… distracting.”

You stiffen, your heart racing against your ribcage, as you try to keep your shoulders squared, hoping to make yourself appear bigger than you feel. “Did you really keep me here this late just to talk about my perfume?”

He leans down with a smirk; he’s close enough to smell you again. Close enough to make your thighs clench.

“No,” he says. “I kept you here because I’m tired of pretending I don’t think about fucking you in my office.”

Silence.

Your heart pounds. You don’t know whether you should walk away now and risk losing your job or say something professional to hopefully keep the peace.

Instead, you whisper, “Then do it.”

And that’s all it takes. You expect him to kiss you but he doesn’t. Instead, he presses his hand to your lower back and walks you out of the board room and into his private office, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

“You know what this is?” he murmurs, eyes dragging over you hungrily.

“I think so.”

“No,” he says simply. “You don’t.”

He steps behind you, slow and confident, his mouth hovering near your ear.

“I’ve wanted to ruin you since the first day you walked in here,” he says, his voice wraps around you like dark silk, and envelopes you coolly. “All this time, I’ve watched you pretend that you’re not affected by me. You’ve been sitting across from me in those tight skirts, crossing your legs like you didn’t want me to see what was underneath.”

He spins your chair, kneels between your legs, and slides a hand up your calf.

“Tell me to stop.”

You don’t. Instead, you whisper. Your voice cracking slightly, “I wore the lace ones, all for you.”

That’s when his facade drops, and he simply cracks. He doesn’t rush anything, not yet. He takes his time to unbutton your blouse like it offends him, his dark eyes locked in on every inch of skin that protrudes as he finally rids you of the useless material. He kisses down your sternum slowly and pushes your bra down, exposing your nipples to the cool air of his office.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Already trembling for me, so cute.”

You gasp as he lifts you onto the desk, pulls your thighs apart, and kisses the inside of your knee. “Gonna show me what I’ve earned?”

When he sees the lace hugging your body in all the right places, the black colour immediately draws his eyes in. He notices the delicate trim on the edges, and also the panties being super soaked. He groans loudly, his forehead pressing into your thigh, almost as if he’s trying to hold back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. “And you’re all mine now.”

~~~~~

His tongue on you is completely relentless.

He holds your thighs open and makes you take every slow, dragging stroke. He moans into you, sloppy and hungry like he’s starved. You cum fast, too fast, and he doesn’t stop, oh no, he just keeps licking and sucking, his fingers pumping into you until your legs shake and your moans are ragged.

“You can give me more,” he grunts, lust taking control of his body. “I know you can.”

He stands up and removes his fingers from you, his pants quickly undone by his deft fingers, before he pushes your body back against the polished desk where you’d sat with him earlier to go through the week’s tasks and how to delegate them to staff.

And when he finally sinks into you, it’s slow, deep, and in a way like he was finally claiming you, you realise that you’ve never felt like this. You feel full, and you feel owned.

“Look at me,” he pants through harsh thrusts, sweat beading on his forehead. “Tell me who’s fucking you.”

“You are,” you breathe, feeling the coil in your abdomen tightening with each thrust. “Sir.”

He smirks darkly. “Damn right.”

He pounds into you hard enough to shake the desk, growling praise between gritted teeth:

“So tight. So fucking good for me.” “I’ve waited so long to make you mine.” “No one else will ever touch you again. I’ll make sure of it.”

You cum again with his name on your lips, body trembling.

And he follows not long after, pulling out with just enough time to spill his load over your thighs, groaning your name like a confession.

He helps you sit up, his large hands smoothing your hair, kissing your jaw like he didn’t just wreck you.

“You okay?”

You nod, still breathless. “You?”

He smiles. This time, when he smiles at you, it’s real and soft. “I’ve been waiting for that since your second interview.”

He helps you dress again, his hands lingering too long on your body, especially over your chest and waist. And just as you open the door to leave, he grabs your wrist firmly and murmurs:

“You’re not just my assistant anymore. You’re mine.”

~~~~~~~

Your thighs are still trembling.

You thought you were done after the first orgasm, but you’d truly underestimated just how much control Choi Seungcheol had been holding back. He stands in front of you now, his shirt open, jaw clenched so tight you thought he might break his teeth, his toned, muscular chest rising with each breath. His eyes have taken on a dark and ravenous edge; they don’t leave yours even as he brushes his thumb through the slick between your legs and pushes it between his lips.

“I can’t get enough of this, you taste so fucking sweet,” he growls, sucking slow.

Your breath catches, and your pulse quickens. He grins at you again, dark and hungry. “And you think I’m finished with you? Oh no, I’m not anywhere near done with you.”

He lifts you again effortlessly, placing you back on the desk, your heels hanging off the edge. Then he sinks to his knees, his broad shoulders immediately locking your thighs open, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

“You don’t get to walk out of this office until I’ve made a mess of you.”

His tongue is filthy. He doesn’t tease anymore; he utterly devours you. He eats you like a manthat has been starved for weeks, like this is what he’s been dreaming about in late-night meetings and cold boardrooms.

You arch your back as high as it will allow, panting, and your legs kicking against his shoulders, but he simply holds you down harder and flashes a warning glance up at you from between your thighs.

"Stay still," he mutters, eyes up through his lashes. “Or I’ll tie you to the fucking desk.”

You cum again, this time with his name broken and desperate on your lips, and he doesn’t stop at all. He simply laps it all up, his mouth slick and greedy, begging for more.

“Cheol- I can’t-”

“Yes, you can,” he groans harshly, pulling himself back briefly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Because I’m not done showing you who you belong to.”

He stands, eyes blazing with greed and lust, and slaps your ass hard enough to leave a red print in the flesh as he turns you over, muttering phrases under his breath as he continues to cover your skin with handprints.

“You think I didn’t notice you parading around the office in this tiny skirt?” Smack. “You think I didn’t see how your eyes drop to my hands in every meeting?” Smack. “You wore this lace shit under your dress-” he yanks your ruined panties halfway down your thighs- “and expected me to behave?”

He lines himself up, grinds himself teasingly against your soaked entrance until you’re whining and trembling, and then leans down to whisper in your ear:

“Say thank you.”

You do. And he gives it to you. It’s hard, deep, and devastating on your insides as he pounds into you. He grips your throat, just tight enough to make your vision blur and your breathing changes as he fucks you through it, his hips snapping into yours with obscene force.

You can feel every inch of him rattling in your teeth. You can hear the desk creak under the pressure and force he’s using to fuck his thick cock into you. You can also vaguely feel his sweat drip onto your back as you claw at the desk, hoping that you can stay grounded in some way.

And through it all, his voice is low, feral, and best of all, possessive.

“You’re mine, all fucking mine.” “I’ll ruin every man who’s ever looked at you.” “You’ll cum when I say, and not before.”

Your body obeys him, even with the slightest touches, and you don’t even fight it. He pulls you up by the hair and makes you look into the dark reflective glass wall.

“Look,” he growls. “Watch yourself take me.”

And when he pulls out after a few moments of watching yourself in the glass, you barely even register what’s happening before he turns you around, drops to his knees yet again, and licks you completely clean.

Your thighs shake, and your hands scramble for purchase on any surface they can reach. He doesn’t stop until you're sobbing. When he does finally let you breathe, he lets you collapse back into his leather chair whilst still trembling; he fixes your skirt and adjusts your shirt,  and wipes your smeared lip gloss off your cheek, before he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“You’re never working under anyone else again,” he murmurs. “You understand me?”

You nod, dazed. But then he leans down, eyes still full of fire and also something else, more honest; a promise.

“No, I want you to look at me,” he demands. “Say it.”

“…I belong to you.”

That smile. That smirk. That fucking spark of danger behind his eyes that tells you he’s nowhere near done with you.

“Good girl.”

~~~~~

He picks you up in a car that still smells like leather and expensive cologne. You sit beside him in the back, your legs crossed and fingers clenched, still reeling from what he did to you in his office only a few hours ago.

“You’ve been quiet,” he murmurs, his large hand settling firmly on your thigh.

You swallow. “I’m processing.”

He smirks. “Good. You’ll need a clear head.”

Because when you walk into his penthouse, you realise something: This is not the space of a calm and collected businessman. It’s sleek, yes. But it’s also dimly lit, furniture all dark velvet, there’s a low jazz tune playing from somewhere you can't quite distinguish, and obsidian glass covering almost all of the place. But something that did grab your attention, there’s a mirrored wall in his bedroom, and a luxurious bar cart stacked with whiskey and other fine liquors. And on the bed, covered with a dark duvet and equally dark satin sheets: a white box with a bright red bow, a stark comparison to the dark room.

You look at him questioningly, and he only nods toward it.

“Open it.”

Inside, a sheer set of black lace lingerie. A pair that, upon inspection, would barely cover anything, as well as a silk ribbon adorning the middle of the bra, accentuating the rest of the lingerie perfectly. Your name is embroidered in the hem, an exquisite touch that only a rich businessman would think of.

“I don’t share,” he says, voice like heat. “And I take my time.”

When you come out wearing it, a few moments later, his eyes darken instantly.

“Turn around.”

You do.

“Now, look in the mirror.”

He stands behind you, his body almost enveloping your own, and wraps a hand around your throat, and speaks into your ear softly.

“This is how I want to see you,” he growls. “Every time you leave my bed. I want you to be messy and marked. I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

Then he bends you forward onto the edge of the bed and slides the beautifully embroidered panties down your thighs with agonising slowness.

“Let me see what’s mine.”

You don't get undressed, he peels you open in pieces. Black lace pulled aside. Heels still on, he insisted on your keeping them on. A long piece of black silk is wrapped carefully around your wrists and tied to the headboard securely.

He teases you with his thick fingers first, he’s slow and cruel, circling your clit teasingly until you're whining and thrashing from pure desperation, before finally slipping his fingers inside until you're clenching around them while it feels like the air has disappeared from your lungs.

“Every time I touch you,” he murmurs, “I want you to say thank you.”

And you do. He goes down on you like it’s a fucking ritual, its slow and reverent, even possibly deviant. He sucks your clit every so often just to hear you gasp. He presses two fingers deep into you and curls them until you cry out his name like a prayer.

“You gonna cum for me pretty girl?” he whispers. “Y-Yes-” “Then give it to me. Be a good girl.”

You do. But he doesn’t stop, he can’t stop until he knows you’re a trembling mess who can’t even remember her own name. He undoes the ties on your wrist, rubbing them lightly in an act of adoration that has your heart skipping. He then proceeds to flip you over quickly and takes you face down, his hands holding onto your hair like a lifeline. “You’re so fucking tight after all that?” he groans. “God, I’ll never get enough.”

He unties your wrists and quickly carries you to the mirror, and fucks you standing up, your hand on the glass to stay upright. You can hardly even get yourself to focus, given the power of your previous orgasms, but Seungcheol’s hand wraps around your hair tighter and gives a slight tug, the sting alone helping you refocus.

“I want you to watch yourself take me. Watch how pretty you look falling apart on my fat cock.”

Moments later, he’s laying you back, seemingly slow and gentle for once, and lets you ride him, guiding your hips to hit just the right spot inside of you that has stars dotting your vision and your body lurching forward from pleasure, his fingertips sinking deep into the skin of your thighs as he watches you fall apart for the third time.

“Look at that. My girl’s fucked stupid already.”

You try to catch your breath. Then he murmurs:

“One more.”

He carries you princess style, your limp and trembling form shaking in his arms, into the en suite bathroom. The tub’s already running, you weren't even registering how that would be possible.

“You did so well,” he murmurs, placing you in the warm water. “Took everything like you were made for it.”

He gets in behind you, expensive soap in one hand, the other running down your thigh as you soak in silence.  But then he leans in close and whispers:

“Next time, I’m not pulling out.”

You freeze, his words pulling you out of your fucked out trance momentarily.

“…Cheol.”

“I’ll ruin you properly,” he says, tone low and daring, plush lips against your neck. “I’ll brand you from the inside out.”

Then, softer:

“Only if you want it.”

And you do. God, you do.

~~~~~~

You shouldn’t have done it. Not in front of his staff. Not in that skirt that always has heads turning and everyone staring when you wear it. You also definitely should not have done it when you smiled sweetly at the new intern who handed you a coffee. He was just doing his job after all, and you wanted to thank him.

But you did. Now, because of your actions, Seungcheol’s office door is locked behind you.

Click.

“D’you think I’m cute when I’m pissed off?” he murmurs, his suit jacket coming off in one clean motion, being tossed onto the pleather couch behind you.

You swallow.

“No, sir.”

“Liar.”

He unbuttons his cuffs slowly, knowing it drives you insane, whilst watching you over the rim of his glasses like he’s already decided how many ways he’s going to make you cum. Then: “Panties off. I want you up on the desk.”

You slide them down your legs and throw them haphazardly across the room. Somehow, he catches them mid-air and stuffs them quickly into his blazer pocket.

“For later,” he mutters, smirk growing on his already cocky features.

The moment your ass touches the edge of the cool mahogancy desk, he spins your chair behind him, sits down, and pulls you over his lap.

“Count.”

You barely register the first spank until your breath hitches.

Smack.

“One…”

Smack. “Two—”

“You thought I’d let you flirt with someone else?” Smack. “You’ve got my cum still dripping out of you and you want attention?”

Your legs shake with every spank he gives you, and your thighs and cunt are completely soaked. He grabs you by the jaw and forces you to look at the mirror wall, not even realising how dishevelled your appearance had become in just the few moments you and Seungcheol had been in there.

“Tell me what you see.”

You whisper, voice breaking: “Your slut.”

His grin is filthy and dangerous; it simultaneously scares you and turns you on.

“Good girl.”

He flips you again and presses your chest flat against the cool mahogany, goosebumps erupting over your skin from the sudden contact with the desk. Then, with absolutely no warning from him, he slides his fingers in, slow and deep, curling just right.

You gasp, arching your back high as he starts a brutal pace. He shoves you back down onto the table with a firm hand between your shoulder blades.

“You don’t get to look pretty and bratty and then not get fucked within an inch of your life.”

Then he unzips his slacks, his cock already straining against his boxers, pre cum staining the fabric. When he finally maneuvers himself behind you, he drives himself into you so hard that the desk actually moves with each precise and rough thrust. He pulls out just before you cum again, drops to his knees in a split second and spits on your clit before sucking you through it.

You scream. He grabs your hand, sucks your own fingers into his mouth and says:

“Taste yourself. That’s what disobedience gets you.”

When you're shaking, your lips swollen, and your thighs trembling, he dresses you back up himself. He wipes the utter mess that’s situated between your legs like you’re delicate. He smooths your skirt down and fixes your hair as best as he can with his fingers.

Then, he checks that your panties are still tucked away in his blazer, smirks, and then tucks your panties into his breast pocket and says:

“Get back to your desk. You’ll behave until I decide you’ve earned them back.”

And when you walk out, dazed and ruined, the entire floor sees the flush on your face—and the smirk on his. CEO Choi Seungcheol always gets what he wants.

~~~~~

You shouldn’t have smirked at him in front of the boardroom. You shouldn’t have crossed your legs during the meeting, that too-short skirt riding up, knowing exactly where his eyes would land.

But you did. Now, you’re in the elevator, only you and him. The silence pressed like heat, building up to an inevitable explosion. You can feel him behind you, and it’s almost like the air thickens. His voice drops.

“Think I wouldn’t notice you acting up?”

Before you can respond, he hits the emergency stop. The lights immediately dim, almost mood lighting, as the elevator screeches to a halt between the floors of the building.

Click.

Suddenly, his hand is on your throat, your back is roughly pressed to the mirrored wall, and your eyes are wide as he leans in, his chiselled jaw tight with restraint.

“You’ve got sixty seconds to explain yourself,” he growls. His thigh is already between yours. “Or I make good on everything I said in that meeting.”

Instead of answering, you grind your hips against his thigh. It was almost like a challenge, and his eyes flared with something you couldn’t quite place.

Wrong move.

He spins you around and yanks your skirt up. You’d chosen to go with no panties, just on the off chance Seungcheol wanted to have his way with you again. His growl, feral and low, vibrates against your spine.

“You filthy fucking tease.”

You feel his rough fingers tracing between your thighs. He spits on them and rubs it in. Then shoves two fingers inside you so hard you moan, forehead pressed to the mirror.

“Be quiet,” he hisses. “You want the cameras to catch this?”

You nod.

“Brat.”

He pulls his fingers out just as quickly as he’d shoved them in, and proceeds to shove them into your mouth. “Suck.”

You do obediently, moaning around them, your eyes fluttering shut. Your slick coats his fingers, and he grins wickedly, the kind of grin that says he’s losing control on purpose. Then he crouches slightly behind you, one hand gripping your hair, the other pushing back inside of you, your body reacting immediately.

"God, you’re dripping for me. Standing here like you don’t need to be bent in half.”

He pulls you back onto his fingers again, fucking you open with rough precision, and now your moans are louder.

“Tell me how bad you want to come.”

You pant, “So bad, sir.”

“Then ask for it.”

You stammer, “Please, please let me cum on your fingers, please!”

His hand wraps around your throat again, pressing just enough to make your knees shake.

“You get one. Make it count.”

And when you do, you’re grinding and sobbing his name like a mantra, his eyes locked on your reflection, but he doesn’t stop and doesn't intend to.

“I said one, but I changed my mind.”

He lets go of your neck gently, lips brushing your temple, breath hot.

“Next time,” he mutters, zipping his pants, “I won’t use my fingers.”

He restarts the elevator, but not before he fixes your skirt and straightens your blouse, before moving on to smoothing out your hair like nothing happened. The doors open.

You stumble out, legs barely holding. From behind, he murmurs, calm and composed:

“My office. Five minutes. Don’t you dare clean up.”

[sweetimpurity]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ day 19!! this ones dirty hehe whoopsie wc: 400 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You know by now that Miguel loves pumping you full of him. Coming deep inside and making sure it stays. Pushing it back in with his fingers. Shoving two digits inside your aching pussy after he’s stretched and worked you out for hours.

Slipping through your slick and his cum mixed together. And massaging your velvet walls in an almost tender way. Like he’s trying to soothe the sore within you. Since it is the result of his thickness bullying through your heat. Forcing you to accept him over and over.

Almost like an apology. Similar to the soft kisses he peppers over your skin, soothing the spots he bit and sucked crimson.

He’ll also push it all in with his dick. Keeping you plunged full. Cockwarming you sometimes and making sure he’s not far from your sex for long. It’s just a need of his. For you to always be touched by him, full of him, tainted by him.

But something else Miguel loves almost just as much is watching it drip out of you. It’s not what he prefers but sometimes it just hypnotizes him. Has him staring at your weeping pussy as you drip his essence on the sheets.

"Oh, so pretty, mami... made such a mess..." He chuckles behind you, smiling and panting like a hound after having you face down in the pillows for what felt like an eternity. Yet at the same time, not long enough. His hands on you still, making sure you don't move too much yet so he can watch the white dribble out. Such a sinful sight.

Leaning over you and kissing up your spine, his chin finding its place in the crook of your neck and laying a little bit of his weight on your back. Pressing you into the mattress. Something he knows you love. That feeling like you almost can't breathe. Smothered and dominated by just his weight alone. Until he smirks, kisses your cheek and lifts off of you, rolling onto his back at your side.

You're a trembling, whining mess from his touch. Knowing you’re just so full your cunt can’t take any more.

It’s such a dirty thing, almost like a treat. But he’s always quick to soothe. Quick in tending to the aches he’s caused you. A massage, a bath, kisses to your cheeks as he washes you clean and tells you he loves you most.

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[acphengene]

the soul ties series

₊ ⁺ a series where you follow each of the members of enhypen and their search for their significant other.

₊ ⁺ Jake ₊ ⁺ Jungwon ₊ ⁺ Jay ₊ ⁺ Sunoo ₊ ⁺ Heeseung ₊ ⁺ Niki ₊ ⁺ Sunghoon ₊ ⁺

the soul ties boys - headcanons

₊ ⁺ asks answered about the soul ties boys and headcanons i just feel like sharing about them

₊ ⁺ Who they’d introduce you to first

₊ ⁺ Their kinks

the kingdoms series

₊ ⁺ A series of the Kingdoms in a continent far, far away - a series about their heirs, it’s dramas and it’s love

₊ ⁺ The Night₊ ⁺ The Autumn ₊ ⁺ The Winter₊ ⁺ The Fire ₊ ⁺

dream a little dream

₊ ⁺ a short little story of how you reconnect with an old flame which heart you broke. will history repeat itself?

angel

₊ ⁺ all he feel is your pain, all he can do is hope it will one day lead you to him.

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

golden hour

₊ ⁺ he sees you in his dreams and spend every waking moment looking for you

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

the night

₊ ⁺ will you be able to walk in your brothers previously made footsteps as a new heir, or will you give up everything for love?

₊ ⁺ a part of the kingdom series

₊ ⁺ introduction ₊ ⁺

darling (discontinued)

₊ ⁺ rule number one of the bro code; don’t fall for your best friends sister

₊ ⁺ 27 chapters of pure love and angst - the story that inspired the kingdoms series

little dove

₊ ⁺ how do one find one’s soulmate when all you have to go on is a sentence?

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

tunes

₊ ⁺ how do you find your soulmate when you’ve never had a mark?

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

gone

₊ ⁺ everyone knew Sunghoon didn’t have a mark, but how come?

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series - an alternative ending

lilac longing

₊ ⁺ all he sees is hues of the emotions you feel, luckily for him you were easy to find

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

sweets

₊ ⁺ you love sweets and he loves chocolate - so why do you keep eating lemons?

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

sting of fate

₊ ⁺ some times all it takes is a little pull to get everything up and running - or is it push?

₊ ⁺ a part of the soul ties series

[mastersantiagokolp]

I am currently in search of a submissive slave willing to serve me and devote us time

[naughtiestnadia]

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔸𝕊𝕂𝕊. 𝕊𝔼ℕ𝔻 𝕄𝔼 𝔸 ℕ𝕌𝕄𝔹𝔼ℝ. 𝔸𝕊𝕂 𝕎ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕎𝔸ℕ𝕋.

1: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢? 

2: 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

3: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜/𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜? 

4: 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

5: 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 

6: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎? 

7: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜? 

8: 𝚂𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛? 

9: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎? 

10: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐? 

11: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎? 

12: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

13: 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑? 

14: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

15: 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

16: 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍/𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑/𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

17: 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝/𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠/𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

18: 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

19: 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛? 

20: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎? 

21: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 

22: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞/𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜? 

23: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝/𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎? 

24: 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍? 

25: 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡? (𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔) 

26: 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢? 

27: 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

28: 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

29: 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

30: 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍: 

31: 𝚆𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 [𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖] 𝚘𝚗/𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞: 

32: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏? [𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞?] [𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔?] 

33: 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: 

34: 𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎: 

35: 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚢: 

36: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜? 

37: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐: 

38: 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚝: 

39: 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜: 

40: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚍? 

41: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 

42: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚞𝚍𝚎/𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜/𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏? 

43: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛/𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎? 

44: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎/𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌? 

45: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎/𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎? 

46: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎? 

47: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚊𝚢/𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗? 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? 

48: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡? (𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝) 

49: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗? 

50: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢? 

51: 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛? 

52: 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎? 

53: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗? 

54: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔? 𝚆𝚑𝚢? 

55: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 “𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘”? 

56: 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛? 

57: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 

58: 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚋𝚜? 

59: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎? (𝚆𝚑𝚢?) 

60: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘? 

61: 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎? 

62: 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎? 

63. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍? 

64. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? (𝚒𝚎. 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎) 

65. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊/𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎? 

66. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊/𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚜? 

67. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍? 

68. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 

69. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗? 

70. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚢? 𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝? 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚝𝚘𝚢? 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘? 

71. 𝙶𝚞𝚢𝚜:𝙲𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍? 

72. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝-𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍? 

73. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍? 

74. 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜:𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 

75. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛? 

76. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖? 

77. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎? 

78. 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑? 

79. 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢/𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑? 

80. 𝙵𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?  

81. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚍? 

82. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙱𝙳𝚂𝙼? 

83. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚢? 

84. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔? 

85. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 

86. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗? 𝚆𝚑𝚘/𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 

87. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑? 

88. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? 

89. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? 

90. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍? 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖? 

91. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜? 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕? 

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OT7 Masterlist - Series

Updated: March 4th, 2025 🔞 = mature ✔ = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist (2019-2024), mother masterlist (2025)

NEW ADDITIONS:

✔ Between The Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga

↳ "In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows..."

↳ Chapters: 27/27  (added: March 4th, 2025)

↳  Mafia AU

Anime AU

Game On! by @gukooky

↳ "Being the manager of your school’s volleyball team seemed to be a good idea when you were looking at the flier as a freshman. Fast forward three years and you're faced with the most chaotic friend group you could ever handle. But that’s the adventure of high school, isn’t it?"

↳ Chapters: 5/?  (added: Feb 7th, 2025)

↳  Haikyuu AU

Hybrid AU

✔ A Place Called Home by @agustdakasuga

↳ "Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home."

↳ Chapters: 25/25  (added: March 2nd, 2025)

🔞 Kintsugi. by @ditttiii

↳ "Life is neither fair nor what you had dreamed that it would be, but the hand that fate had dealt them was worse than yours."

↳ Chapters: 4/?  (added: March 2nd, 2025)

Stuck With You by @seventeensarmy

↳ "In your society, hybrids are seen as pets, nothing more, not having many rights. You meet the bunny hybrid Jungkook, deciding not to follow the norms of society you befriend him and fall in love. On your journey to a happy life, you meet six other hybrids, who tag along in your journey."

↳ Chapters: 4/?  (added: March 2nd, 2025)

Non Idol AU

🔞 Brothers Conflict by @ditttiii

↳ "Thrust into an already established family, you struggle to find your footing while dodging the advances of seven, incredibly good looking stepbrothers.

Your father marrying, and you suddenly having to live under the same roof with seven step brothers was a royal mess or so you had thought, Because them falling in love with you was so much worse. Or was it?"

↳ Chapters: 4/?  (added: Feb 7th, 2025)

Supernatural AU

Clearwater Springs by @writersrealmbts

↳ "In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows..."

↳ Chapters: 13/?  (added: March 3rd, 2025)

Red Moon by @unatempesta-dipensieri

↳ "Small impetuous drops rumbled in the pine forest, in the silence only that continuous jingle was audible."

↳ Chapters: 1/?  (added: March 2nd, 2025)

[underdark-dreams]

BG3 Masterlist

Rolan x f!Tav (she/her)

In Amber - [Pining - Angst | Explicit] - AO3

In Corpore Sano - [Hurt/Comfort] - AO3

Life, Death, Resurrection - [Injury - Angst] - AO3

Good Night For Company [ch1] [ch2] - [Fluff - Feelings Realization | Explicit [ch2] ] - AO3

Blades and Spells - [First Meeting - Fluff - Siblings] - AO3

Master - [Obedience - Praise Kink | Explicit] - AO3

More - [Romantic Fluff - Mild Angst - Proposals] - AO3

Starlight - [Slow Dance - Mutual Pining] - AO3

A Strand to Climb [ch1] [ch2] [ch3] [ch4] [ch5] [ch6] - [Angst - Pining - Established Relationship] - AO3 [Complete]

Birds and Bees - [ch1] [ch2] - [Tiefling Ruts - Sexual Tension | Explicit] - AO3

Rolan x Ember (OC by catsharky)

Pent Up - [Trapped in Closet - Tails - Touch Starved | Explicit] - AO3

Dammon x Karlach

Touchable - [Explicit] - AO3

Harper Geraldus x afab!OC

Wet Behind the Ears - [Size Kink - Face Sitting | Explicit] - AO3

Headcanons

Rolan x Dammon [sfw / nsfw]

Dammon x Rolan x gn!Tav pt. 1 [sfw / nsfw]

Dammon x Rolan x gn!Tav pt. 2 [sfw / nsfw]

Dammon x Rolan x gn!Tav at the Grove party

Tav finding Dammon's banned smut stash

Rolan / Dammon as new dads

Misc. for Rolan and Dammon [sfw]

Dammon x m!Tav

Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - cooking

Rolan, Dammon, Zevlor - Tails [pining / relationship]

Rolan x top/dom m!Reader [nsfw]

Rolan, Dammon, & Zevlor - borrowing their clothes [nsfw]

[chronic-escapixt]

KAI PARKER MASTERLIST (NSFW):

UPDATES ~ 2025 ~

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, CNC, dubcon, non-con, yandere, murder, abuse, trauma, stalking, dacraphilia, smut, rough sex, degradation, spanking, age gap, size kink, unhealthy dom/sub relationship, punishment, bondage, knife kink, blood, choking, kidnapping, breeding, unprotected sex, overstimulation (specific warnings will be listed on each post) Minors DNI

Synopsis:

For Kai, magic was everything— a weapon, his ticket to freedom, and the only way to gain the power denied to him from birth. Rose saw magic as a lifeline, a way to protect the people she cared about and an opportunity to bond with her estranged sister, Bonnie. When the day came that the Other Side crumbled into nothing, everything they’d come to know had shifted. Kai, as desperate as ever to get free in time for the merge, found his escape route in the Bennett witch who appeared in his prison world. She was the perfect victim— vulnerable and desperate for answers, with no idea of what she’d gotten herself into.

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s). I suggest you read the details post because it includes the background of our main characters and important lore specific to the fic.

Table of contents:

Details

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

status: WIP/under construction

Dark Kai Parker x POC reader imagines & drabbles, and one-shots:

Mine Forever . Bonus part - heretic!Kai x vampire!reader - Kai forces an unwilling reader to turn so he'll never have to lose her

A Deal with the Devil . Part 2 - witch!Kai x Bennett!reader - dubcon, cnc kidnapping

Human Sacrifice . Part 2 - prisonworld!Kai x reader - NONCON, kidnapping, etc.

Crush . Part 2 - 1994!Kai x witch!reader

Longing - post-merge!Kai x reader - Kai's POV, yandere, stalking, drugging

Sweet like Candy - witch!Kai x innocent!reader - foodplay

Taglist (comment or reblog if you want to be included in the taglist & notified of future smut posts)

[sluttyminghao]

♡ pairing: seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ genre: smut (like. straight up pwp) ♡ w.c: 2.9k ♡ warnings: choking, cum play, overstimulation, degradation/praise, cock warming, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, brief mentions of anal play, mirror sex, face fucking, bdsm elements, possession, raw and rough sex, no aftercare, extremely explicit ♡ a/n: the filthiest thing I've written probably ever. Please carefully read the warnings before reading! thank you to @facethesunflower and @supi-wupi for beta-ing for me ily both!

You knew exactly what you were doing when you wore that red dress out to dinner—short, tight, and no panties as the cherry on top. You wanted to rile him up.

But you didn’t expect this. Not this kind of punishment.

You’re on your knees in front of the mirror, your arms bound behind your back with one of Seungcheol’s belts, your dress bunched up haphazardly around your waist, while your makeup, that you had worked so hard on to make sure it was perfect, is smeared all over your heated face. His cock is buried deep in your throat as he fists your hair and fucks your mouth with zero mercy, all the while he’s got a smirk etched into his face as he observes you.

“You wanted to tease me with that fucking dress?” he growls, eyes locked on yours through the reflection. “Parading around the restaurant and the bar with no fucking panties on? All the while you’re biting your lip like a little whore all night?”

Your reply is nothing but a gagged moan around his cock, leaving him breathless for a moment.

He yanks you off his erection with a wet pop. You gasp for air, drool sliding down your chin. He smears it back across your lips with his thumb messily, chuckling as he does so.

“Look at you,” he mutters, his voice dark and low. “Such a cock-hungry slut that you can’t even breathe without it, huh?”

You nod, desperate. “Please…I want it—I want you…”

He slaps your cheek—not overly hard, but just enough to make your breath catch in your throat. “You don’t get to want things, baby. You gave that up when you decided to act like a fucking brat.”

He drags you by the hair to the bed and throws you face-first into the mattress. You whimper quietly as he spreads your legs roughly, the belt still pinning your wrists together behind your back. Your ass is already sore from the earlier spanking he’d given you.

He doesn’t give you a warning. No glint in his eye, no twitch of his arm; just spits onto your pussy and drives himself into you with one brutal thrust. Your scream is muffled by the sheets as he starts a merciless pace, groaning as he does so.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Seungcheol groans, leaning over your back, one hand becoming tangled in your hair, the other gripping at your hip like a vice. “That’s what a dumb little breeding toy like you gets. Used. Fucked. Filled.”

You whimper at the stretch; he’s thick, deep, and bordering on brutal, and you’re absolutely soaking and clenching, your body is addicted to him even as you shake from the force of it.

“You’re gonna cum on this cock,” he snarls. “Again, and again, and you’re gonna fucking thank me for it.”

He pulls out halfway and slams back in so hard your knees slip forward on the sheets. His belt bites beautifully into the skin of your wrists. You’re a complete mess for him; you’re crying and drooling, even moaning his name like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known.

And he loves it.

“Look at yourself,” he pants, gripping mindlessly at your throat and yanking you up, forcing your eyes to the mirror. “Fucking look. This is what you wanted, right? Getting ruined? Getting bred like a filthy little cumdump?”

You can see it so clearly now. Your own eyes, glazed and teary. Your makeup is utterly and completely ruined beyond salvaging. The way his cock disappears into your soaked pussy, over and over, your body twitching from overstimulation.

You’re beautiful. Broken. His.

“Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours,” you sob. “It’s yours…please, please-”

He slaps your ass and cuts off your sentence, the crack echoing through the room. “Damn right it is. And I’m not stopping until you’re dripping my cum for days.”

The first orgasm slams into you like a freight train. You scream, shaking under him, your walls pulsing so hard that you nearly black out from the pleasure alone.

He doesn’t stop. Oh no, he just fucks you harder.

“That’s it. Keep squeezing my cock. You want to be a little fucktoy? Then take it.”

You cum again before you’ve even come down from your first high. You’re sobbing now from the intensity, head falling forward, thighs trembling.

But he’s not done.

He pulls out of you only long enough to flip you onto your back, arms still tied, your body wrecked and soaked. Then, he grabs onto your ankles, pushes your knees up to your chest, and pounds into you like he wants to rearrange your guts.

“You think I’m done with you?” he pants, sweat dripping from his gloriously chiselled jaw. “You don’t get to tap out, baby. Not until this pussy’s leaking and wrecked.”

Your body arches, not just from his actions, but also his words. It’s too much, everything is too much; it’s perfect.

When you start sobbing from pleasure again, he slows his pace, not out of mercy, but out of sheer cruelty. He grinds his hips into you slowly now, deep, torturously slow, rolling his hips stupidly slow to make you feel every thick inch of him.

“Yeah, cry for me,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “My perfect little slut. My hole to breed.”

And then, with a snarl and a quick thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard—hot and endless, pulsing inside you. You feel it flood your cunt. You feel it stay.

He keeps you there, his cock still inside you, not letting it spill out.

“Keep it in,” he growls. “You don’t get to waste a drop.”

You're shaking, twitching, and barely breathing at this point. You are completely spent. He finally unties your wrists, relief flooding through your arms as you begin to regain feeling in them, and pulls you close.

“Shhh, you did so good,” he whispers, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead, lips kissing your temple. “Took everything like my perfect little cumslut.”

You whimper, weakly nuzzling into him. “I want more,” you whisper, wrecked.

He chuckles darkly.

“Oh, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

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You’re still twitching.

You’re still flat on your back, legs splayed open, his cum slowly leaking from your overstretched pussy onto the filthy white sheets.

The room smells like sex—filthy sex. Your mascara is streaked down your cheeks, your lips swollen from biting them, your thighs red and slightly stinging from his hands. You’re wrecked.  And he’s watching you with that same dark, unrelenting hunger. That same look that has that familiar warmth pooling in your abdomen and your thighs twitching with want.

“Look at this mess,” Seungcheol murmurs, dragging a thumb through the slick trail of cum between your legs. “All of that, and you’re still not satisfied?”

You whimper, body flinching from the contact; you’re still far too sensitive, too raw, and yet your hips tilt up toward his hand unconsciously.

He smiles, slow and mean.

“Greedy little slut.”

You blink up at him, dazed, fucked-out, voice barely there and unrecognisable to you when you did speak. “Need more.”

“You need more?” he echoes, sharp and condescendingly, his cock already hard again in his fist, still glistening from the last round. “You’re dripping, baby. You’re full of me.”

You moan softly, back arching, thighs trembling.

He climbs onto the bed, settles between your legs again, and lines himself up again. “No begging this time,” he says, cockiness filling his raspy voice. “You already gave me permission.”

Then he pushes himself into you. You scream into the pillow he shoves over your mouth, muffling the sound as he sinks into your ruined hole, stretching you out all over again.

“Fuck, you’re still so fucking tight,” he groans. “Even after all that. Like this pussy was made to be used and fucked relentlessly.”

You squirm under him, your weak hands gripping the sheets, nails tearing at them, your mind shattering from the stretch. It’s too much, but you don’t want him to stop. Not ever.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he whispers, grabbing your throat and making you look at him. “Take it. Take it all. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to be my little cumdump.”

You nod, tears streaming freely down your cheeks. “Y-yes, sir.”

He spits in your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do so, without hesitation.

He rewards you with a brutal thrust, then another—deep, sharp, unrelenting.

“You’re fucking addicted,” he growls, fucking you like he’s possessed. “To my cock. To being used. I could ruin you, and you thank me for it.”

You’re crying again, the cries are loud and desperate, and you’re even more soaked than you thought possible, practically begging him and babbling complete nonsense between moans.

“Please…please don’t stop, oh god, I can’t…I’m gonna-!”

“Then fucking cum,” he snarls. “Cum while I fuck another load into you. Show me how much this pussy needs to be bred.”

Your body obeys before your mind can catch up. You explode around him, convulsing so hard your legs go numb. Your scream is lost in the pillow. He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, slapping your ass hard when you whimper too much.

“You’re crying like you don’t love it,” he pants, his cock pulsing inside you. “But you do, don’t you? My perfect little slut.”

“Yes,” you sob. “I’m yours, and so is this pussy, forever and always”

Then he cums, burying himself deep and spilling another thick load inside you. Your body spasms, feeling it flood your cunt yet again, mixing with the last one. It's obscene. It's perfect.

And still… he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, inside you, his toned chest heaving with each breath, his hand stroking your cheek.

“You feel that?” he murmurs, slowly rolling his hips. “All that cum inside you?”

You nod, barely conscious. Just raw nerves and need.

“You’re gonna hold it,” he says. “Gonna sleep with it still inside.”

You tremble, fucked into obedience. Seungcheol finally lies down beside you, pulling you onto his chest, still fully sheathed in your throbbing, overstimulated hole.

You don’t even have words. Just breathless, broken whimpers.

He kisses your hair.

“Still want to act like a brat, baby?”

You shake your head slowly.

He chuckles. “Good girl.”

There's a slight pause. Then…

“…But if you do, just know—I love punishing you.”

And from the way your ruined hips roll forward just the slightest bit, still greedy for his touch and his cum, he knows you’re already planning your next mistake.

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The morning light is barely creeping through the blinds when you feel it. A familiar warmth pressed against your back, a familiar scent, the soft hum of Seungcheol’s breathing in your ear.

And then, his hand moves.

Your body is still trembling from last night’s punishment, but he’s already got you right where he wants you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy, soft and hard at the same time, like he never wants to let you go. He doesn’t.

You’re still too sensitive from everything he’s already done to you, your body still aching from the lightly forming bruises, your mind half-drowned in what he’s made you feel. And yet, your hips instinctively roll back toward him again, seeking the warmth of his body, the pressure of his cock buried deep inside you. You need him to fill you up again, and again.

You can feel the weight of him against your back, can feel the way his chest presses against your skin. His hand curls around your neck, holding you just right; not too tight, but enough that you begin feeling lightheaded.

“Still want more, baby?” Seungcheol asks, his voice a rasp in your ear.

You nod desperately. “Yes. Please. Please, Cheol…”

He hums low in his throat, the grip on your throat tightening slightly. His fingers dig into your skin, just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Such a needy little slut. Always so greedy for me,” he murmurs, grinding his hips against your ass. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. I’m going to fill you up again. And you’re going to take it, like the little slut you are.”

You whimper, your legs so, so weak, but you lift them anyway, spreading your knees apart, offering yourself to him. It’s nothing new at this point, he owns you. He’s already claimed you, and there’s no going back.

With one smooth motion, he pulls back and then thrusts deep into you, filling you up completely. You gasp, the sensation of being so full overwhelming, even if he had just rearranged your guts not even 12 hours earlier. Your body shudders, feeling every inch of him inside you.

“You still take me so well,” Seungcheol groans, one hand moving to your waist, holding you down as he starts to fuck you slowly and steadily. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. You’re my perfect little hole, aren’t you?”

You moan, the words coming out of your swollen lips before you even think. “Yes… I’m yours. Always yours.”

He groans, fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. “That’s right. Don’t you forget it.”

The grip on your neck tightens again, just enough to make your head spin. You start to tremble again, overwhelmed by the sensations, by the ache between your legs, the way his cock fills you, the way he fucks you like he owns you.

And then, without warning, he pulls out. You’re left gasping and whining, on the edge of something, desperate for more. But he isn’t finished with you yet.

He slides his fingers down to your ass, teasing you, rubbing gently at your hole, before pushing one finger inside, stretching you open. You gasp, your body already on edge, and you can hear him chuckle darkly behind you.

“Can’t even take one finger? You’re so fucking weak,” he mutters, adding another finger. He works you open slowly, teasing, as you squirm beneath him.

“Cheol, please,” you beg, wanting to feel more. You want it, need it. Him.

He grins against your skin. “Want me to fuck you here, baby?” His voice is low, teasing. “Want me to stretch you out? Use your ass like the dirty little slut you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you cry, desperate. “Please, Cheol, I need you. All of you.”

He laughs darkly, his fingers still working you open, preparing you. “So fucking greedy. You don’t even care, do you?”

“No,” you pant. “Just want you… want you to fill me.”

“I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, maybe another time” his voice is low as he pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the messy sheets, his hands then coming back to your flesh and letting his fingertips glide over it, sending goosebumps along your skin.

He shifts you onto your stomach, spreading your legs apart. You feel the coolness of the sheets against your skin, your body still weak, but you can’t stop shaking with need. You don’t want him to stop. You want everything he’s willing to give you.

Seungcheol positions himself behind you, one hand wrapping around your throat again, the other guiding his cock to your wet, stretched hole. He grinds against you, feeling the slickness of your body, the warmth of your skin. He leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear.

“I’m not stopping this time. You’re going to take all of me,” he whispers. “And you’re going to keep taking it. Got it?”

You nod numbly, your body trembling in anticipation.

“Answer me,” he demands, voice rough. “Got it?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll take it, Cheol. I’ll take everything.”

With a groan, he thrusts into you again, hard and deep. Your body jerks forward at the impact, your breath caught in your throat. The force of his thrusts makes your body rock against the bed, and you feel the sting of the slap he lands on your ass, the hot burn of it making your skin tingle.

“You’re so fucking perfect for me,” he growls, fucking you relentlessly. “Look at you. Taking it all, like the whore you are.”

You can’t hold back anymore. You’re crying, your tears soaking into the sheets, your body shaking with every thrust. The pleasure is too much, overwhelming you.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “You’re such a good slut. Taking everything I give you. You’re going to be dripping for days. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Cheol. I understand.”

He leans forward, thrusting harder, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds you in place. “Good. Now, let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.”

He thrusts into you one final time, his cock buried deep inside you as he cums again. The feeling of him filling you up makes your body shake, a sob escaping your lips as you come undone once again, the sensations overwhelming.

And when he’s done, he stays there, deep inside you, for a long moment. You’re trembling, exhausted, but still so needy. Still greedy for more of him.

He pulls out slowly, then shifts to pull you close to him, wrapping you in his arms.

“You’re still mine,” he whispers against your skin. “You’ll always be mine.”

[ivystoryweaver]

Oscar Isaac Characters Masterlist - IvyStoryWeaver

moon knight masterlist

poe dameron masterlist

miguel o'hara masterlist

nathan bateman masterlist

leto atreides masterlist

santiago garcia masterlist

miscellaneous characters masterlist

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[fireflyinks]

hamzahthefantastic masterlist

fluff

hamzah having a crush on content creator!reader headcannons

boyfriend!hamzah headcannons

hamzah takes care of you while your sick headcannons

girlfriend reveal (hamzah edition)

dream blunt rotation

soft!hamzah headcannons

pinterest worthy picnics

smut

nsfw headcannons

special guest

24 hour stream

need your attention

heartbeat

[studio-dreamie]

chapter 15: deepest darkest thoughts

trigger warning: almost roofied/drugged and y/n says some very questionable things

y/n and jeno decide to sit outside away from all the chaos that just happened. jeno is hesitant to touch her or comfort her while y/n is feeling a plethora of emotions, she doesn’t want to take what happened so seriously but she also can’t help tears from coming to her eyes.

“well at least I was pretty enough for him to want to spike my drink haha” y/n said trying to break the silence.

“what the fuck” jeno responded with a confused look across his face. “sorry i don’t know why i said that..fuck” she said as she looked down to make the tear fall straight to her lap instead of down her face.“yk i don’t understand girls”

“i don’t understand myself sometimes”.

“what the hell is going on y/n” jeno said genuinely concerned, “i don’t know” y/n shrugged. “listen man its okay that you don’t wanna talk about it, like especially w me, i mean not only am i a man but i know we’re not that close..compared to everyone else, but im still here”

the tears in her eyes couldn’t help but free fall after hearing this, “im your friend I’ll listen and I’ll help as best as i can”, “thanks jeno” she responded with a sniffle.

“sooo..” jeno said as he swayed his shoulder into hers, “wow u really are nosy, aren’t you?” “nosy or caring, however u take it” y/n takes a big sigh “I don’t know I just, I just—I feel so ugly jeno, sometimes I look at myself and I could never imagine someone falling in love w me, or even liking me… its stupid I know but I just can’t help thinking that,” “yup I definitely don’t get girls, how is literally one of the prettiest girl I know saying that abt herself” he says aspirated “im the only girl you know” she replied with a raised eyebrow “hey don’t make me sound bitchless” he brings his hands up playful as a defense, “my bad” she faintly smiled and continued “but, jeno I know ppl think im pretty, haechan tells me to make me feel better and you are too, I just I wish I could see it ur way or another way so I just stop putting myself down, but when this happens it just makes me think am I only pretty enough to spike a drink not to actually fall in love with” y/n said feeling like her chest got lighter, words she never thought of saying out loud but was constantly thinking about came out. “are you crazy y/n” jeno says, “you are worth so much more than a quick fuck, you deserve love more than anyone I know” “yeah I guess” she said not fully believing him.

he sighed at her response, “hey remember what lara jean thought before she met peter kavinsky” jeno said trying a new perspective “…did u just bring up to all the boys ive loved before..”, her interest now fully peaked. “you’re acting like I wasn’t in the room when you and jaemin were watching it” he rolls his eyes, “I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE PAYING ATTENTION” she yells “ANYWAYS.. she thought she didnt deserve him or wasn’t worthy of him but he loved her unconditionally, every single romance novel and movie you brought up to jaemin on FaceTime, all the main characters you’ve watched and read, you always talked about them wanting love and deserving love, so what makes you so different from them?” a smile came up on her face “i guess you’re right, aaand it helps a lot knowing most of the romance books I read, the main girls were losers” the light smile returns on her face “yeah you’re a loser alright” she hits his arm playfully “but ur also also beautiful inside and out, anyone who falls in love with you will be so lucky to have you” he continues. “thank you jeno, i genuinely needed that so much”. “thank my older sister, i had to be there for all of her boyfriends and break ups so i know exactly what to say.” they both softly laugh. they fall into a comfortable silence as y/n decides to lay her head on his shoulder looking at the sky. After a few minutes the both of them hear the patter of feet against the pavement. “y/n” renjun comes rushing in, a worried expression soon gets overtaken by a small frown, “Oh I’m sorry. am i interrupting” he asked, jeno shakes his head as y/n brings her head off his shoulder. Soon, yangyang and haechan come running after. They stop in front of the three and bring their hands to their knees, breathing heavily. “y/n… are you .. okay… damn...what the fuck renjun…. i didnt know… you could run … that fast” yangyang says between breaths as haechan stays silent, still catching his breath. y/n fondly smiled at them before turning her attention to renjun, “what are you doing here? I thought you were going to ask ning out,” she says with a gentle voice, no jealousy or anything. “how am I supposed to think abt someone else when you're in pain right now” haechan and yangyang look towards each other and signs with facial expressions reading BRO WTF. “it’s fine jeno was there to help me” y/n said, “this is no good im taking you home right now” renjun said as he gently took y/n wrist and pulled her out of there. Everyone was confused by his behavior, even y/n. Still, she didn’t fight it, she just looked at her other friends as she was dragged away by renjun.

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pairing: renjun x fem!reader

synopsis: the ultimate college friend group that does not escape the trials of suffering, love, drama, and weed. join y/n and her friends as they go through their third year of college together, they have no idea what's going on or what they're doing, but isn't that the fun of it?

genre: social media au, college au, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, comedy, coming of age

note: is the writing okay? i feel a little insecure about the writing ngl 😭

taglist: @she-is-dreaming @wavesandkisses @jenobubbles @finnydraws @snflwrhaerecs4u @sexygrass @miniature-tragedy @sweetcandycum @fae-renjun @dinonuguaegi

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𝙼𝚎: “𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘?” 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘, 𝙸’𝚖 𝙳𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜? 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜? 𝙼𝚎: “𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!” 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖?,” 𝙼𝚎: “𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜.” 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜. 𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 ���𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎… 𝙼𝚎: “𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎.” 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙.” 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢. 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚘𝚔?” 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: *𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑* “𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝙼𝚎: “𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚒𝚛.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚝, 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.” 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚌: "𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?” 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝.” 𝙼𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎: “𝚖𝚑𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚎𝚎.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝. 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝙾𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚍, 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.”𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙. 𝙳𝚘𝚌: “𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚛.” 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊�� 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔. 𝙽𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝚆𝚘𝚠…𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

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The debt

Summary: “Y/N’s brother owes Harry money. However, he is unable to pay the debt. So Harry decides to strike a deal that involves Y/N”

Tags: Dom!Mafia/Gang Harry x Innocent/Virgin Y/N

Note: Everything mentioned in this writing is consensual. Harry and Y/N both are 18+

Also, this writing has not been proofread so please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes! 

W.C: 1442 

Y/N was in her pyjama set when she heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't really expecting anyone at 2pm on a sunday afternoon. She had just turned 18 last month and decided to move into her brother's flat. The best part was that the rent wasn't really high, she got her own, private room and also soon realised that her brother was rarely ever at home (god knows what kind of activities he is involved in). She had just completed her long college assignment and was planning on napping for a while. She made her way to the door to see who it was. She opened the door slightly, just enough to poke her head out to see who it was. The tall man with a chiselled face, toned body and long, brown locks reaching his shoulders, she gasped when he harshly pushed the door completely open. 

“Hi, umm are you looking for someone?” Y/N squealed. “Ahh, didn't know he had just an innocent little pretty sister” the man murmured. “Where's your brother?” he asked in his deep voice. “How can his voice be so deep and rough and still be as smooth as honey?” She thought to herself. “Umm.. I am not sure he hasnt come home in two days” she replied. “Oh, is it? I want you to call him right fucking now and tell him to come home” he cocked slyly. She casually bent down to pick up her phone that was lying on the sofa, without realising how her short shorts hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass. He could feel his cock stir in his pants. There was something about her innocence that turned him on. She called her brother's number and asked him to come home. “He is coming home in 10 mins,” she answered shyly, unintentionally biting her lip (she did that when she was nervous). That lip bite made him go furreal, he wanted to bite that lip. Push her down and take her right on that sofa. Ruin her. Destroy her. Fuck her. 

After 10 mins, y/b/n entered the house, not expecting to see Harry there. “H-hey, Harry. How are you? W-what are y-you doing here?” he asked with a blank expression. His face looked like he just saw a ghost. “Harry… what a sexy name” Y/N she thought to herself. “You motherfucker, cut the bullshit, you know exactly why I am here. To collect my money. It has been 6 months for fucks sake. I want my bloody money right fucking now or I will hesitate to show you who is in power here.” he roared with dominance. He slightly lifted his suit to show the gun that rested on his hip. 

“H-harry you know how things have been for me, I don't have a penny to give you right now. I-I promise, I will pay you by the end of this month. Please,believe me.” “Over my dead fucking body will I give you more time. You've been saying the same thing to me for the past 4 months. Do you think I am stupid? Have you forgotten who I am? Do i need to remind you about who youre fucking talking to? I am the fucking drug kingpin of London, it wont take me a minute to kill you and throw your body in a place where no one will ever find it.” he smirked knowing the effect his loud and dominating voice has on people. 

Y/N was terrified to say the least. “Why does her brother owe money to the fucking drug mafia leader? Will he actually kill my brother? No, I have to save him!” she thought to herself. She mustered up her strength and said, “N-no, please don't kill him. P-please.” 

“Oh baby girl, I'm afraid I might have to if he doesn't pay up.” the mafia leader uttered. 

“Y/N, go to your room. I can handle this myself, I don't want you to get involved,” y/b/n said. 

“You know what I have a deal for you. I will forgive the loan. On one condition. You have to let me fuck your sweet little, innocent sister” harry said. “W-what. N-no. that's my sister dude” y/b/n said. “Im not your fucking dude. You have two options and they are in front of you.” Harry said while roughly squeezing y/b/n cheeks and jaws. 

Y/N couldn't believe her ears and eyes at the moment. “He wanted to fuck me? I am a virgin. Do I really want to lose my virginity to this man? I mean no doubt he is fucking hotter than the devil but he was in the mafia for fucks sake.” These thoughts were spiralling in her brain. 

“O-ok, I-I am ready. If that's what it takes to save my brother's life. I am ready” Y/N retorted. 

“Y/N you don't have to do this. There are other ways” y/b/n said. “I don't think you have much of a choice right now anyways. I will be taking her to my mansion and she will be safely dropped back home once I'm done with her,” he smirked, winking at me. “I will go change and then we can leave” Y/N said as she walked her way to her room.

Y/N changed into my favourite white, bow dress pairing it up with stockings and boots. If im doing this might as well do it properly. Y/N looked in the mirror one last time before leaving my room and going towards Harry. “Ooh you've already got me so hard baby. You have no idea what you're in for. I hope you don't like this dress and stockings because they are going to be torn apart” he whispered in her ear. He held her arm and they left the flat.  

They drove up to his humongous mansion. He took her to his bedroom. He swung the door open and pushed her on his bed. “I will make sure to pleasure you so much that there will be fat tears streaming down your eyes,” he said. He pushed Y/N on his bed and took both her legs in his left hand and with his right hand he tore open the flimsy stockings. “Spread your legs fo’ me” he commanded. As she spread her legs, he started licking long strips up her slit. “Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he moaned and kept fucking her with his tongue while his fingers rub on her clit. “On your knees and hands, NOW!” he demanded. Y/N quickly was on all fours. “I will make sure this pussy remembers who fucked it so good. It was made fo’ me” He poked his tip on her entrance and slowly entered her weeping hole, inch by inch. “Please, do something it hurts” Y/N cried out. “Oh, yeah, then you're gonna live what I'm about to do next.”  He pulled out completely. “Why did you pull-ohh,” Y/N moaned and he thrusted his 9-inch cock all at once. He started relentlessly pistoning his cock right in her virgin hole. He kept fucking her doggy-style. 

He held you by your stomach and turned you on your back. His cock re-entered her pussy. “I love seeing your face when I enter you. You’re perfect. It's like you were made for me” he said as he kept thrusting in you. “Bloody hell, you have the perfect, perky tits” he said as he took your left nipple in his mouth and kept sucking on it like his life depended on it. He took your other nipple in his fingers and kept pinching and fondling them. “Im gonna cum, oh god” she said as his movements became faster, wanting her to cum first. He saw her eyes roll at the back of her head as her fingers grasp the expensive, velvet sheets and a moan erupts from the depth of her throat  as she feels the euphoric high. After she rides her high, Harry cums deep inside her, coating her insides white with his milky cum. He has never cum this much. He slowly pulls out and falls on top of her, his head hidden in the crook of her neck. 

His thick cum oozing out of her glistening pussy. He feels himself harden again at the site of his cum flowing out her pussy. 

“Are we done?” Y/N asks shyly. “Oh baby, this is just the start of the night, you have no idea of what you're in for” he says as he slowly enters her pussy once again. 

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✧ Polaris ✧ - Jotaro x Reader

Chapter 12: Starlight & Sunshine

— The previous parts of the fic can be found in the pinned post of my profile. Hope you enjoy! —

Hey everyone 🥹

It's been a while since the last update. Why? Well, because I was actually spending my hiatus reviewing for my license, and now that I'm about to get it, I figured that maybe I should finally use my free time to write the new chapter (also admittedly it got delayed a lot mostly due to my executive dysfunction but hey! It's here now).

Anyways, happy reading and advanced happy holidays!

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With how superficial Jotaro’s injuries were, one long night of undisturbed sleep was enough for his wounds to recover. Though, looking back at that moment from your point of view, the subtle cheekiness of the delinquent wanting you to sleep with him wasn’t lost on you.

Admittedly, you were sure that either person wasn’t complaining.

His quick recovery allowed the two to use their time productively and be with the others in exploring Luxor, though before they joined them, it was only fair for their other party member to be checked on.

“Hey Nori, how’s our favorite hierophant doing?”

At your voice, Kakyoin sat upright and turned his attention to the direction of the door with a wide smile despite his bandaged eyes. “Y/N, it’s nice to hear you again. Here I thought you guys left for another city already.”

“And leaving a fellow student behind? Under my watch?” You chuckled as you stepped inside his room followed shortly by Jotaro behind you. Once you were within closer earshot of the red-haired teen, you made sure your faux gasp was heard. “The audacity. Were my numerous ice pop offerings not enough to gain your trust?”

He laughs softly at your playful jab. “You still owe me a multiplayer round of Spy Hunter. Other than that, I’m good.”

You rolled your eyes at that, a smirk plastered on your face. “Yeah, yeah. Wait ‘til we get back to Japan and we can have that round Nori.” You turned to your raven-haired companion with a nudge to his arm. “You want a shot at the game?”

“… Not interested,” Jotaro said, albeit with a hint of having second thoughts. “I… don’t play video games that much…”

“It’s not a calculus question. You’ll get the hang of it by the second to third try.”

“I’d rather do the question.”

“Nerd.”

“Jotaro’s here too?” Kakyoin asked with a slight tilt to his head. “I’ve heard from Mr. Joestar that you just got stabbed deep in the stomach. How are you up and walking already?”

“Don’t ask me.” The delinquent crossed his arms and sighed. “Doctor said I was good to go. It turned out my deeper wounds were healed miraculously and any surface cuts got patched up overnight.”

You caught him glancing at you with that almost wistful, contemplative look as if you had the answer to the out-of-nowhere miracle. In turn, you returned the gaze with a shrug. “Lucky you. You seemingly get what’s supposed to be a worse injury but here you are good as new. Meanwhile, I get my eyes scratched a bit and I’m not allowed to leave yet.”

There was an almost frustrated tone in Kakyoin’s voice as he said that and you could understand where he was coming from. “Hey, chin up.” You started, “On the brighter side of things, there’s no bleeding. No complications. It’s only a matter of time until your doctor discharges you.” Two pairs of footsteps approach from the hallway outside. “Speaking of…”

With a couple of soft knocks, the door opened to reveal a nurse and the physician in charge of overseeing Kakyoin’s health. “Pardon us,” the nurse said as she entered the room with the doctor behind her. “How are you feeling, Mr. Kakyoin?”

Kakyoin swallowed as he reached up to touch his bandages. “To be honest, I've never been without my vision before, so it's a bit unsettling.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not much. I think the painkillers are working.”

You and Jotaro stepped aside to allow the pair of medical professionals to assess their patient. “Hello, Mr. Kakyoin-”

At hearing his voice, the blinded teenager turned his head to the sound of the adult. “Doctor, when do you think I can take off these bandages?” He said with that faint trace of impatience in his tone. “I don't have any time to waste.”

“Mr. Kakyoin, while your eye injuries are not life-threatening, they are not minor either. I'm afraid we won't be able to discharge you anytime soon. But just a moment ago, we were contacted by doctors from the Speedwagon Foundation. They asked that we put you in their care. With their advanced medical techniques, I'm sure you'll recover much more quickly.”

The doctor continued, inquisitive. “Who are you exactly? The Speedwagon Foundation is world-famous. I don't think they'd get involved with an ordinary high school student.”

For a moment, Kakyoin didn’t answer for a minute until he let a small smile grace his face. “I have… acquaintances who are very reliable, that's all.”

You spared a glance at Jotaro who stood there with a neutral expression, his gaze cast on the floor with a thoughtful look. The memory of first spotting him carry the once-controlled Kakyoin to his house to get treated resurfaced in your mind and you couldn’t help but wonder if he remembered that moment as well.

The delinquent’s eyes slowly trailed from the tiles up to your face the second he knew you were staring, making eye contact the second he looked at you. You held onto that gaze long enough for him to break it with a faint pinkish tint to his cheeks.

Once the doctor had finished with his advice and excused himself together with the accompanying nurse, Kakyoin sighed as he slumped back onto the pillows. “Now that I know faster treatment is arriving, I’m growing more restless than before.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes light-heartedly at his impatience. “Just give it a little bit more time and then you can get out of here and do whatever the hell you want.”

At that, the red-haired boy chuckled.

---

The afternoon following the visit, the duo regrouped with the others as they headed out to explore the city of Luxor. Avdol was generous enough to provide the team with historical background about the locations they’ve visited. One particular spot the dark-skinned man introduced them was the Valley of Kings- an archaeological site where popular Egyptian kings were buried.

While you and Jotaro showed interest in his voluntary history lessons, he doubted the others were as equally so. The old man wouldn’t stop pacing around even if they were idle. Polnareff would rather chat with any nearby locals and be distracted by almost anything that wasn’t Avdol’s information dump. Iggy… well… he was a mutt with an attitude. Did he expect that little menace to absorb anything the Egyptian was saying?

No. The fact that Jotaro considered the dog was dumb to begin with.

“Hey, Avdol!” The entire group turned to Joseph. “I really need to tinkle! Know any toilets around this place?”

Of course, the senior citizen has to pee. “Didn’t you already piss back at the hotel, old man?” Jotaro said, rolling his eyes, while Avdol supplied him with an actual answer.

“There’s one that we just passed by. It’s the singular outhouse by the valley’s walls. You’ll see it when you see it Mr. Joestar.” Joseph turned back to see if he could spot the structure from his current spot. “Oh, and take someone with you as backup just in case of an ambush.”

“Uh… Polnareff?”

“Woah now, hold on,” the Frenchman said. “I know I like to relieve myself as much as our old friend here, but I do have to ask if the toilets here are somewhat… good? Functioning even-”

“Pol.” Whatever the white-haired man had to say got cut off by your abrupt interruption. “Do you have to go to the big boy’s bathroom or not?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Then stop whining drama queen and piss,” Jotaro continued on your behalf.

“Alright, alright,” Polnareff pouted and started to walk to Joseph’s side like a scolded child. “You two really can be direct with your words, huh? I’m still older than both of you by the way.” He and you shrugged in response and the Frenchman nodded wordlessly as he joined the old man on the trip to the outhouse.

While they were on their way, the others remained put and waited until the duo were done answering the call of nature. Avdol settled himself on one of the smaller rocks to meditate, Iggy sat by the same rock and lazed about, and the remaining two teenagers decided to roam around the area, never straying too far from the group.

“Hey Jotaro-ssi,” he looked at you. “We’re so close now. Can’t you believe it?”

Jotaro paused and stared at you, comprehending what you just said. Close? Well… of course. It’s only natural for us to be closer than when we first met. Isn’t that the whole point of spending time with each other and shit?

At that thought, he shied away from your gaze and couldn’t stop the tinge of warmth growing in his cheeks, but he had to respond or it’d be obvious. And god forbid if it came off as obvious. “I… yeah. Yeah, guess I can…”

“We’re so close to Cairo. All those days of travel and it’ll take one more day until we get to the capital! And we can finally put all this Stand fuckery behind us,” you chuckled. “At least, with the whole fighting others with Stands thing. We can’t exactly get rid of our ghost pals.”

Oh. That type of close. He fumed harder at himself for misinterpreting your words. Still battling with his embarrassment, the delinquent tipped his hat over his face in a vain attempt to hide his most likely reddened cheeks. “Sure…”

And of course, you’d pick up on his sudden bashfulness with a teasing coo. “Hm? What’s wrong? Do I see pink in your face?”

“Shut up.”

Like that ever worked on you. You smirked and fully turned in his direction, arms behind your back as you stepped closer to him with a playful type of predatory gait. Much like how you had approached him outside his house when you wanted to come on this journey to Egypt. “Why? I’m just asking. You never know- you might’ve caught an infection from your wound.”

With every step you took, his heart thudded harder in his chest. Not that you’d know any of that when his stone-faced expression is still plastered on his face, but damnit all… you made it hard for him to keep it up with that smug smile you had. He was already near the rocky wall and he’s not going to step back any further.

Jotaro stood his ground and forced himself to return your gaze with his stoicism, feigning a scowl to make it somewhat convincing. “I’m fine and I already told you my stab wound’s already healing.”

“Okay, but there’s nothing wrong in making a reassessment to make sure,” you said and took two more steps toward him. This time, his foot made that step back as his chest started to beat quicker and his cheeks to heat up further. You smiled up at him with a feline-like tilt of your head.

Again, the delinquent let out another one of his annoyed grumbling to get you to stop and spare his heart from bursting out of his chest. Fortunately, you did and stopped a few feet away from him. “You really do like being a menace, huh?”

“Can you blame me? You’re fun to tease.”

He scoffed despite finding your interactions amusing. “Just because I’m choosing to walk around with you doesn’t make you any less of a pain in my ass.”

You nodded with a pout, looking downcast. “Oh, of course, I’m well aware. My bad…” But just as he thought your teasing was over, that smirk returned. “But you aren’t exactly doing anything about it now, are you?”

Fuck. “You… ” He said with a grumble, scowling past his fuming cheeks. You remained unbothered by his punk facade and smiled.

“Yes? Got something to say? I’m all ears.”

Jotaro did have something to say but all it took for his words to fail him was you leaning close to him out of the blue in the middle of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat and in another subconscious act, he took another step back until he made contact with the rocks behind-

“Agh!” He exclaimed as a zap of electricity shot through his shoulder, shocking him momentarily before he pulled away in an instant. “The hell?”

You stopped with your playful antics and switched for genuine concern as you drew away from him. “Oh my god, did I push it too far?”

Jotaro shook his head, rubbing the affected area of his shoulder. “It wasn’t you. It’s…” He looked back to see what caused that tiny spark. There behind him was an oddly placed electric outlet with one socket. “This?”

He stepped aside for you to see as well. “Who would install an outlet in the middle of this place?” You said. “This place isn’t a resting spot; from a practical standpoint, it’s installed way too high up for anything to be plugged in.”

Was it always there when we got here? Jotaro furrowed his brows, trying to remember if it was the case.

Just then, the faint voices of a complaining elderly American and a whining Frenchman came within their earshot. “Mr. Joestar and Pol’s back. We should return to the guys and step away from that faulty installation.”

The delinquent glared at the outlet accusingly once more, before giving up and sighing. “Fine.” He shoved his hands into his pant pockets and joined you on the way back.

However, as minute as it was, he could still feel the lingering aftershocks from his shoulder.

---

One history lesson and a failed attempt at a satisfying pee session later, the group collectively decided to make a quick stop at a nearby open cafe to discuss what to do next as the sun started to set.

You weren’t one to pass up on a group discussion so while your delinquent friend chose to stand nearby, you pulled a chair from another table and took up a space beside Polnareff.

“We could make it to Cairo in two days, but we're all compromised. Why don't we spend tonight and tomorrow in Luxor to take a break?” Avdol said.

“We should! Since we got to Egypt, our enemies have been getting stronger,” Polnareff said in return, groaning more from being tired than frustrated. “We've just barely been winning. Hell, we’d all be probably dead if it weren’t for Y/N's Stand getting us out of big trouble.“

“I agree. While I don’t mind protecting ourselves, I’d appreciate it if everyone could at least take a breather so our minds can rest. Maybe in that way, we can fight this new batch of enemies with better strategies than just simply facing them head-on,” you said, earning the group’s collective nod of agreement.

“Speaking of dealing with our foes head-on,” Pol craned over his shoulder to look at the delinquent still standing in the same spot, picking something off his sleeves. “Hey, Jotaro! We all agreed to take a mini rest day. I already know you’ll agree to it too but I’m just letting you know, pal!”

You turned to look at him also noticing the repetitive action from your fellow teenager, but you kept your attention on what he was picking that made him scowl with irritation- Coins, discarded bottle caps, safety pins, etc. In the background, the radio had switched from tunes to static.

“Mr. Joestar, are you feeling alright?” At Avdol’s question, you and Polnareff returned their attention to the older adult currently grasping the wrist of his prosthetic hand, which seemed to twitch involuntarily in the case that he wasn’t pranking them.

“I-I’m okay. I probably didn’t calibrate the joints in this bad boy enough.” The elderly man clenched his artificial fist and stood. “Enough of that, let’s find ourselves a hotel for now.” You and the others nodded, standing after him.

Heading out, you waited for the others to go first before you approached Jotaro. On his back, a couple of stray caps stuck to his gakuran. “You seem preoccupied,” you said as you plucked the items off his clothes.

“You think?” He said, dripping with monotone sarcasm. “Let’s just head to that hotel. I want to take a nap.” You gestured for him to go ahead so you could follow close behind.

However, as they passed by a nearby man working on carpentry, you heard the person cry out in pain the further they got away from him. You paused and turned around only to see a hammer flying straight at the clueless delinquent.

Jotaro could only notice what had happened once Silent Sanctuary swiftly caught the hammer by its handle a couple of inches away from colliding with his head. He stared at the object with surprise and drifted his gaze to you with gratitude.

“What? Did you hit your fingers?” Polnareff said. You returned your focus to the source and found the same carpenter hunched on the ground, crying with pain as he clutched the area near his cheek, whose skin was badly punctured by the three nails in his mouth. “Be more careful!”

While the Frenchman berated the poor guy, the hammer held in your Stand’s cloth continued to push against its hold, strongly drawn to the delinquent as it wobbled. You watched it do so with curiosity and he did too with you. Either way, the group left the man to his injuries and headed back to the city.

You stepped past the many locals, keeping close to the delinquent’s side. One of them lightly bumped against your shoulder and with an apology ready, you turned to look at the said person- a white-haired woman in a red hood, black skirt and leggings, and red shoes.

She didn’t look back at you or say anything, but you did your part and went about your day.

As the afternoon came to a close and evening took its place in the sky, the team managed to find a standard hotel and much like their time in Singapore, Mr. Joestar booked enough rooms for 3 pairs with the same room assignments.

The second you and Jotaro unlocked the door to your room, you spoke up first. “Alright, both of us can agree that there’s something wrong with you or at least something’s happening around you, right?”

“Bottle cap and spare change sticking to my pants and uniform isn’t exactly normal. Then there was that hammer wanting to hit me.” He groaned, crossing his arms. “I just recovered from a stab wound and life decides that a concussion should be next to my list of grievances.”

You huffed, smirking. “Who could’ve guessed inanimate objects would take a liking to you too?” You said even as stared at you pointedly. “Giving your posse of fan girls a run for their money.”

Jotaro scoffed, rolling his eyes. “The flying tools weren’t noisy or obnoxious. There’s that at least.”

Both of you stepped inside and almost immediately, the lights flickered and several small items began to shake from their spot. “It’s happening again…” You walked further in and eyed the metal jar decor that slowly inched off the bedside table. “It’s only affecting specific objects.”

With one glance at each other, you reached for the jar and held it firmly in your hands. Between your palms, the decor pushed against your grasp towards the direction of your fellow teenager. He cocked his head and stepped into a different location only for the jar’s pull to follow him. Behind him, the smaller items had dragged themselves to him and stuck to any spot of his body.

All of which were made of metal.

“Magnets,” Jotaro said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Damnit, I became a human magnet. That explains the annoying things being glued to me. But how did this happen?”

“Do you think it had anything to do with the minor shock you got back at the Valley? You know, with the out-of-place outlet?” You replied.

He frowned as he reached over to rub his shoulder where he got briefly electrocuted. “Maybe. Nothing else was strange but that random socket.” He narrowed his eyes. “Was that a Stand?”

“Can Stands come in the form of mundane, inanimate objects?”

“… Did you forget the ship? The car? The damn sun?”

“I said mundane, genius,” you retorted. “If that’s the case, then should we be concerned for everything now? We’re not safe around people, animals, and now random things in this place.”

Jotaro sighed, sitting down on his side of the bed with his hat over his eyes and his back against the headboard. “I can’t be bothered to think about whatever I have going on tonight. I just want to get some sleep.”

You sat next to him, tucking your legs underneath the sheets. “You do know I’ll start talking your ears off tomorrow the second I wake up in the morning.”

“It’s nothing new.” He looked at you. “You always talk my ears off when you get the chance.”

“But you’ve gotten used to it, haven’t you?” You scooted closer to him until your shoulders touched. “I’m surprised you haven’t snapped back at me for my never-ending speeches or dismissed me at any point of this trip.”

The delinquent kept his focus on you, searching your face as his mind looked for the words to say in return. He averted his gaze away shortly after and said, “Like I said, your constant talking isn’t anything new…”

“Not even a single ‘bitch’ for me?”

He pressed his lips into a firm line, his body tensing for a split second before he answered with a quiet, “… No.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his sentiment, a small playful smile growing on your face. “Oh? What’s this? Has the menacing delinquent done a quick introspection? Never expected that in my bingo card.”

“Shut up, woman.”

You let out a huff, still smiling. “Close enough.” You puffed out both your pillows and made yourself comfortable against the mattress. “I suggest you lie down completely unless you wanna wake up with an aching back.” Jotaro nodded and let Star Platinum switch the ceiling lights off as he rested his back on the sheets, his head on the pillows, and an arm laid open.

“The first thing we’re doing tomorrow is finding a solution to your magnet problem…,” you muttered, words slurring as you grew sleepy. Subconsciously, you inched yourself closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. “Before we… move on to… Cairo…”

“Mm.” He hummed as his arm wrapped itself around your back. “Sounds good…”

---

The first thing you and Jotaro did the morning after Polnareff woke and nagged the whole group to breakfast outside their windows was what you had said to him: Find the source of his magnetism and figure out the person behind it.

But where do we start? Do we return to the Valley of the Kings to find that outlet or skip that and track the user? How though? It could literally be anyone. Your mind paced a million times over trying to figure out what to do. What’s our game plan here?

“You know you don’t need to stress this much, right?” The delinquent said, perched on the edge of his bed watching you walk back and forth. “I’m the one affected. Not you. We also have to eat…”

“I know that but who knows what could happen if we just let this slide any longer?” You replied. “There’s always a catch with this type of stuff. What could be harmless at first could become a threat down the line; so we should come up with a solution to this at least and then we can do the other not-so-threatening things next.”

He crossed his arms. “How harmful could it possibly get?”

“You’re gonna risk finding out?” He shrugged and you sighed. “Of course, you would. You know what? Fine. Let’s join Pol and the others for breakfast then I can return to stressing the fuck out.”

“Again… You don’t have to-”

“Alright then!” You clapped your hands once and headed for the door. You turned to look over your shoulder and smiled. “Food first, plan later!”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and stood to follow you out, only to get hit in the back by the nearby metal chair. He grunted and looked back with an irritated scowl. Once he faced forward again, you were there staring at him with a cocked brow and a face that screamed “I told you so.”

“Don’t.” You gave him one cocky glance over before proceeding out onto the hallway.

Your point only got proven even more as both of you walked down the area. The magnetism of his body had managed to cause a scene with three elderly women and the metal embellishments of their skirts, all of which had both of you intervene quickly with you providing appropriate apologies and him turning away to avoid peeking any senior undergarments.

Things only got worse as the nearby idle room service trolleys started reacting to his presence. He caught onto the noise of cutlery growing louder and not a minute later, he spotted a collection of steel forks and table knives flying straight in their direction. “Y/N. Run.” He grabbed your wrist and bolted with you tugged behind him.

You caught onto the problem and as soon as the kitchenware reached close enough, Sanctuary acted accordingly and shot out a wide strip of rose gold fabric to shield both of you from getting impaled. However, as you were about to round the corner, more cutlery flew through the air at alarming speeds in front of you.

Star Platinum’s precise barrage was the next to deflect the incoming forks and knives. With the way cleared, he increased his speed and ran out of the hotel hallway before any other kitchenware could find his location.

Eventually, you reached the hotel’s escalator leading down to the lobby and Jotaro ushered you to go first. You did and he trailed behind you. “Damnit. I hate that you’re right. Whatever magnet crap I’ve found myself in got worse.”

“I’d love to show off my smug laugh but we should deal with this first. Come on.” You couldn’t wait for the machinery to bring you to the ground floor so you continued to walk down the moving stairs, but another grunt caused you to turn back to see the delinquent stuck on the escalator’s steel steps, both feet and hands glued to its surface.

“Shit,” he cursed, struggling to get up. Star’s hands manifested to at least help push him up. “I lost my damn balance, now this?!”

You were about to help him but as soon as your back was turned, several strings with metal beads flew past you and further ensnared his body against the steps, wrapping around him with its thin strands and making Star’s efforts useless.

Someone rushed down the escalator steps and you quickly turned around to see a familiar red-hooded woman reach the bottom floor with a few of the same strings hung loosely around her waist.

The Stand user. “Hey!”

“Y/N!” You snapped your attention back to your companion, still struggling to free himself to no avail. At the same time, the woman weaved her way into the forming crowd. Damnit. “It’s getting too tight. I… I have to-” His words got cut off as Star’s fist readied to smash the machine he was stuck on.

“No, don’t!” You exclaimed. “You’ll just make more debris and be buried in them. I’ll look for the emergency stop.”

“Then you better hurry. I’m getting too close to the ground floor.”

You quickly reached the bottom steps and stepped to the side. There near the steps was the red button with the words “In case of an emergency” written around it. You pressed it without a moment’s hesitation and the escalator began slowing down, and just as the delinquent reached the bottom floor, the steps stopped.

Star Platinum went to work immediately and pulled off the strings that entangled his user’s body, tossing the freed strands far off into the distance and away from his magnetic field. His hands detached from the steel and ignoring the onlooking locals, you reached out to grab them and helped pull him up.

And as if a switch had been flipped, the magnetic force in his feet disappeared completely. He staggered forward and in turn, you lost balance and stumbled back onto the nearby statue, hands flailing to find something to grab onto.

As your palm found a solid surface, you yelped and recoiled immediately as a tiny zap of electricity shot through your hand. To your misfortune, the same bizarre outlet made itself known again. In that same second, you could feel the air grow tense around you with an invisible “pull”.

“Y/N,” he called out. “You okay?”

You raised a hand to stop him from approaching. “I’m fine but I got zapped too.” You stepped aside to reveal the Stand. “Guess you don’t have the right to say I have to relax, hm?” He cursed under his breath. “But what’s done is done. I saw the lady responsible for this whole mess and if I were to guess, she might still be nearby if her Stand’s here.”

Jotaro nodded and with you taking the lead, both of you pushed past the surrounding people and out the hotel’s entrance. “What did she look like?”

“White hair. Red hood. Black skirt. Red shoes,” you said as you surveyed the streets for the target. “She sort of stands out among the rest. You’ll see her when you see her.”

“Already did,” the delinquent said with Star’s crystal clear gaze fixed eastward. “She’s standing by that building’s entrance watching us from the distance.”

You acknowledged his report and made a move toward her only to find out your wrist had attached itself to Jotaro’s arm. “Now this?” He looked at their joint limbs and back at you. You groaned and continued running. “Whatever. Let’s just get to her. Is she still at the same spot?”

There was no resistance from him as he followed your footsteps, wrists still glued to each other. “She’s making a run for it.” He scoffed next. “But it’s more like she’s going for a casual jog by the looks of it. Like she’s taunting us.”

You breached past several more locals and made it to a small empty street where the woman currently was, her pace unhurried and brisk. Oh, she has the audacity to treat us like toys? Not even taking this seriously? For some reason, that fueled an inner level of petty you never knew you had and led you to sprint even faster.

Sanctuary acted on your command and manifested several of her silk fabrics, intending to bind the enemy user. However, you could spot the grin on her lips as she threw back a large pouch of bolts in your direction. You came to an abrupt halt and diverted the fabrics back to serve as a shield.

Just as you thought you were in the clear, several windows shattered all around the pair, and out flew batches of metal crafts, furniture, and electrical components. Instinctively, you and Jotaro huddled close to each other as both your Stands deflected and blocked the incoming projectiles, with Silent Sanctuary forming an arc on your side while Star Platinum released one of his barrages.

Then there was the car that pushed the teenagers down the empty street and against the wooden fences at the edge. You had his Stand to thank for taking the brunt of the vehicle’s hit while you had your Stand to thank for cushioning the impact against the wood.

When the dust settled, the woman was gone.

And to your late realization, your back pressed against the delinquent’s unable to detach without placing greater effort. “Great. Just great.”

“If you’re right, then she’s still close by. We can search around and deal with her properly then,” he said.

“Uh excuse me, are you forgetting something?” You looked back at him with a deadpan. “Do you want to go looking for her like this? What maneuver shall we use: Crab style or carrying-me-around-like-your-backpack style?” You retorted.

“Shut up and let me try something.” You threw your hands as he turned both of you so he held the fence, while Star hovered out of him and grasped both your arms. “Run a few feet away immediately at the count of three. One. Two…” And with one loud “Ora”, the Stand yanked your body off his and set you down as far as it could reach.

Following his instructions, you immediately ran a couple of feet away as soon as your feet touched the ground. For a second, his plan worked and he turned to see the outcome, but the strong magnetic pull returned not too long after and you yelped the second time as you were flung back to Jotaro’s magnetic field.

Jotaro caught you with a grunt, staggering back a few steps as his arms encircled you. You opened your eyes and found yourself back against his body, this time in a more intimate position with your front glued to his. “So, your plan worked… until it didn’t.”

He said nothing in return, looking away from you with hints of red dusting his cheeks underneath the shade of his hat. You puffed your cheeks as you pulled away enough so you could plant your chin on his chest with traces of warmth present on your face. “Oh come on. This isn’t the first time you held me this close.”

“That… That was different…”

“Was it though?” You hummed. Despite their current situation, you couldn’t help but tease him for a bit by raising your hand to tip his hat. “And we both know we’re used to close proximity like this by this point.”

“But let’s put our game face on because like you said, we can still track her down if my theory’s right.” Jotaro glanced down at you this time and with one look at your determined smile, he nodded with stoic, tinted cheeks. “We need some sort of plan though. Clearly, chasing her won’t do us any good if she anticipates it.”

By that time, a group of curious children had gathered to see the two 17-year-old teenagers seemingly get all close and cuddly in front of their eyes. “We should discuss whatever you have in mind somewhere more private then,” the delinquent said under his breath.

“Ah…” You looked over at your new audience. “Right. Can we at least change positions to something more manageable? Walk-wise? Unless you want to carry me.”

Jotaro made a low sound of agreement and through several, awkward attempts to move against the magnetic pull that may or may not have involved “suggestive” movements, you found yourself in a more… appropriate hold with your back against his chest.

“You lead the way this time.”

He nodded and took a step forward. You moved with him. “Ah, good grief. We better have a way to beat her by the time we get there…”

“Don’t worry. I think I have something in mind.”

---

An hour had passed since then and with a plan now up their sleeves, they ventured out once more and encountered the Stand user lounging by the walls, arrogant as usual with a cigarette in one hand and the other hidden behind her back.

“Look who’s back,” she said, casually turning to the pair. “Had fun being glued to each other, hm?”

“Cut the bullshit bit-”

She groaned and dropped her used stick to the ground. “It’s Mariah. You could’ve asked for my name before calling me other terms, boy.”

“I don’t know if you know this Mariah,” you started, making sure you enunciated her name out loud. “But we don’t give a damn what we call you. I could call you a derogatory slur for siding and believing a human leech with a petty grudge, but I’m more classy than that.”

Jotaro huffed at your blunt words, though from their talks during spare time, you did suggest using a variety of other unsavory terms for their enemies out of the fun of it, ranging from “ass licking cuck” to “cock sucking pussy”- both of which were two words more than his go-to token “bitch” and a string of words he did not expect coming from you.

There was a slight twitch to Mariah’s eye and a subtle frown to her otherwise smug expression but she sneered at you to make up for her break in character. “You’re talking big for a high school teenager. Why don’t you start chasing me down and attack me again using that Stand of yours instead of wasting time with your annoying little chatter?”

“How about you strike first this time so you could have a turn?” You said. “It’s only fair game and justifies this trial of yours once we beat you to a pulp when we’re done.”

Mariah let out a snort before bursting into laughter. “Fair game? Trial? What are you, a judge?” She continued, mocking. “You two going to give me a death sentence, hm?”

“I’m just saying; you want a turn or not? Because I know you know my Stand can easily catch you, lady.”

She narrowed her eyes at both of you and in the next minute, she smirked and stayed put with her free hand on her hip. “I don’t think I want to. Keep those turns for yourself. Not like it matters.”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Your loss.”

A strip of Silent Sanctuary’s cloth shot out of you and darted straight to Mariah. Expecting it, she grinned and tossed a switchblade she held behind her up into the air, cutting through the electrical cables above her. Due to both of your magnetic fields, the loose wires immediately curved and flew straight to the two teenagers.

But you were prepared.

The second Mariah threw the blade, Star Platinum launched off a sizable rock hidden behind Jotaro toward and over the woman. Wrapped around it was another one of Sanctuary’s fabric strips. As a result, your body detached itself from the delinquent and went flying together with the rock.

He rushed forward to strengthen his magnetic field, drawing the cables away from you and towards him instead. At close range, Star snatched every stray wire and held it firm in one gloved fist.

Still caught off guard by the sudden toss, Mariah stood in the middle of whatever the two had plotted with a frustrated frown, trying to come up with anything to flee. But, as you said, your Stand could easily catch her. Once mid-air, Sanctuary launched several strips of silk toward the red-hooded woman rapidly, binding her arms and torso.

The second you hit the ground, cushioned by your Stand’s spare fabrics, Sanctuary lifted Mariah off the dirt. It spun her round and round until it built up enough centrifugal force to launch her toward the delinquent.

Jotaro held his hat over his eyes as his Stand hovered before him, and with his signature battle cry, Star Platinum landed one heavy jab at the enemy Stand user, followed by his trademark fist barrage. With one last uppercut, Star sent her battered body back in the air.

He intended it to end there considering how crippled and incapacitated she was, but you apparently had other plans as a strip of rose gold quickly caught Mariah while airborne, and with no time wasted, her body flung into a large upward arc. With enough momentum, Silent Sanctuary finished the fight by slamming her to the ground as hard as she did with Steely Dan.

With the enemy Stand user dealt with, the tense magnetic air surrounding him dissipated as her Stand ability became null as its user.

You walked over to Jotaro and went over to the shallow crater where Mariah lay defeated and unconscious. “Defendant,” From the inner crevices of his soul, he pocketed one hand and tipped his hat saying, ”With the jury’s verdict, you are hereby declared guilty…”

He subtly glanced at you, wanting you to come up with something to close his quip. However, knowing how silly his one-liners were for you, he might as well come up with something to finish it himself.

To his surprise, you beckoned him to lean over, only for you to snatch the hat off his head and wear it on yours.

Then, copying his stance, you placed a hand on your hip and tipped his hat over your eyes, holding one side of his hat’s visor. With one smooth sweep of your fingers across its edge, you turned your body together with the movement and stared down at the fallen enemy with your closing remark:

“Court adjourned.”

That was… Jotaro stared at you with wide eyes, his cheeks heating up at an alarming pace. I… He honestly did not expect you to join him in this otherwise dorky gesture, more so within a minute. But as you did so with his motif, his chest raced a million miles a minute and his stomach fluttered with butterflies he never knew he had.

You knew what you did and you didn’t hide it with the way you smiled slyly up at him. You removed the hat and placed it back on his head. He didn’t even realize he hadn’t moved since you made your ending statement. “Let’s check up on Mr. Joestar and the others and get some brunch while we’re at it.” With a playful pat on his shoulder, you went on your way.

Still reeling, he straightened up and held his face as he willed the blush from his cheeks to go away before the others saw him. Especially Polnareff.

“Come on!” You called out from a distance. Jotaro took a deep breath and with his cheeks cooled down significantly, he turned to follow you. “Hurry! I heard a window get smashed nearby!”

"Can... Can you say that again?"

"Absolutely not."

You and Jotaro ran to the sound of commotion from the street nearby and upon arrival, they were greeted by a young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes sprinting in their direction, holding two young boys dressed in oversized clothing in his arms. Behind them was an adult with a weird hairstyle and colored shades, wielding an axe and an oddly-shaped shadow with eyes.

Upon seeing the teenagers, the man made a panicked gesture to shoo them away. While they didn’t run away, they stopped in their tracks and watched. Wait a second. The delinquent narrowed his eyes at the people in front of them: The man himself wearing his grandfather’s clothes and the two children with him dressed in Polnareff’s get-up and Avdol’s robes.

We’re they- “Mr. Joestar?!” “Old man?!” You and he exclaimed simultaneously.

“Stay back, kiddos!” The man grinned and turned back to them, a youthful glint sparking in his eyes. He placed the much younger Frenchman and Egyptian down, both of which waddled behind him. “It’s been a while since I’ve felt this energized.” He cracked his knuckles dramatically and fizzled from his arms was an abundance of pure, channeled energy. Hamon.

“Joseph Joestar’s got this!”

---

Though the group planned to have yesterday be their break period, considering what had happened to both parties, their rest day was far from relaxing. From dealing with magnetic Stands to age-reverting ones, nothing had surprised them by this point.

But time waited for no one. By the time they aged back to normal and the following morning dawned upon them, the group progressed on their trip from Luxor to Cairo. According to the Foundation’s doctor, Kakyoin would stay behind for a few hours but would join them sometime late afternoon once his final check-up was done.

With a train ride and a drive down a couple of streets, they reached the capital at last. They began asking the locals yet again for the location of DIO’s headquarters using Mr. Joestar’s spirit pictures, starting from the outskirts of the city and working their way to the center.

Most of the day was spent with no progress and no news about the whereabouts of the vampire’s base and by the time afternoon came, the group was exhausted from both the constant questioning from people and the heat. Their search brought them to an open cafe where a handful of locals lounged and drank away from the desert heat.

You and the guys asked around and yet again, they provided no valuable information needed to progress their mission. That was until one of them spoke up claiming he knew where DIO was.

But with the way he presented himself with confidence as he played with his cards, you couldn’t help but be suspicious of his motives. Beside you, both Jotaro and Avdol shared the same stance.

Unfortunately, after losing to a 50/50 guessing game, your hunch was right once the group witnessed Polnareff’s soul get taken out of his body by the man before you named Daniel J. Darby, a professional gambler and the user of the Stand Osiris; and according to him, the only way to return the Frenchman’s soul was to beat him in any game.

Mr. Joestar was the first to challenge him with a game involving alcohol, coins, and breaking surface tension. If any of Jotaro’s and Avdol’s stories of the old man were right, then he should be able to use his tricks to beat Darby. You watched as they took turns dropping the coins into the full glass, your heart skipping a beat at every drop of the elder Joestar’s coins, and stayed nonchalant when he used a wet cotton to cheat.

Anything to beat the enemy after all.

However, by the end of the game, the notorious gambler lived up to his name and outsmarted the trickster Joestar at his game. The coin hadn’t dropped yet Osiris had managed to snatch his soul away and convert it into chips just like Polnareff.

By then, you looked among yourselves and pondered who should go next. As wise as he was, Avdol wouldn’t be able to face Darby with a steady mind considering how frequently his panic and neurosis were evident throughout their encounter with this enemy user.

While you were a confident person with no issues taking risks, you didn’t take pride in yourself when it came to any form of gambling. Never in your life would you imagine yourself playing a guessing game that would most likely be rigged against you which would end up losing more than you earned.

Which left the Jotaro to take the player’s seat.

In some way, it made sense despite the delinquent most likely never getting involved in any gambling. Among the three of you, he was the most calm and aloof when it came to high-risk situations like this, and with the game being Poker which involved a ton of bluffing and mental manipulation, you trusted him to beat Darby at his game with his wits.

With the keen eyes of Star Platinum, no card tricks and cheats would be utilized unless the adult wanted more broken fingers. Eventually, a kid was brought in to help deal the deck.

At first, the game was in favor of Darby with him having the better set than his opponent and thus is able to take half his soul chips, but in an unexpected turn of events once the next set of cards were distributed to both players, Jotaro never touched nor glanced at his cards.

You furrowed your brows with uncertainty, Avdol was on the brink of another panic session, and Darby became confused and frustrated on why the delinquent refused to look at his hand.

Instead of playing his hand, he opted to play in a competition on who got to raise the highest pot. On his turn, he wagered both Avdol and Kakyoin’s souls into the game, placing two stacks of six white chips alongside his remaining three. The gambler smirked and evened the bet with both Polnareff’s and Mr. Joestar’s souls.

But he wasn’t done because, on his next raise, Jotaro glanced at you briefly with an indescribable gaze before pulling out a new stack of white chips, wagering your soul next which unnerved the master gambler. Naturally, you were anxious knowing your life was on the line, but then again, when was it not?

At this rate, you could tell the cogs began to run full time in Darby’s mind, constantly doubting and growing paranoid about the situation at hand, more so after the delinquent showcased Star Platinum’s speed via a quick lighting of his cigarette and the sudden appearance of a cold drink.

The final nail in the coffin was yet another raise from the stoic teenager, placing a new stack on the table as he wagered his mother’s soul. Everyone was appalled, you included. Is he this confident that his cards are great? Did Star do something? On Holly’s behalf, your chest tightened with anxiety, and beads of sweat rolled down your temple.

This meant Darby needed to even the pot with something of equal value to two stacks of soul chips such as, as cleverly suggested by Jotaro, the secrets to DIO’s Stand. At that, Darby noticeably panicked having found himself trapped in a corner. With added pressure from the delinquent’s rising voice, the adult trembled from where he stood.

The audience waited with bated breath for his next move. You kept your hands clenched on your lap still trusting in his plan, Avdol began hyperventilating together with the kid dealer, and the man stayed frozen in his spot as his hair turned gray, unable to make that final decision.

In the end, Daniel J. Darby ended up losing in spirit before he could say “call”.

And now with the adult out of commission, all the souls he had stolen were set free, including Polnareff’s and Joseph’s as they were spirited back into their bodies.

Avdol went over to check what the teenager’s cards were and with you joining him, your heart momentarily stopped while the Egyptian beside you keeled over on the verge of passing out.

Jotaro’s hand was trash- no pairs and all cards being among the lowest values of the deck. I could’ve died for real. We all could’ve died. You knew the game was rigged in one way or another since Poker was the gambler’s favored activity, but knowing he was defeated regardless gave off another level of relief upon yourself and admiration toward the delinquent.

“Well, now we can’t ask him that question now, can we?” Mr. Joestar said, looking down at the currently giggling man twitching on the floor. “Let’s head out. The Speedwagon Foundation must have brought Kakyoin in by now.”

“Oh, goody!” Pol said excitedly. “Perfect timing too! I saw this cool place with a bunch of gals and games and I really want to drag him there-”

“Are you seriously going to spend your time doing that instead of asking around where DIO could be, Polnareff?” Avdol said in return, composing himself after nearly passing out a minute ago. “Miss Holly’s life is still on the line. A crucial line at that.”

“I mean I was planning to do that by night because I’m sure most people would be at home, right? And if that wasn’t enough, Kakyoin and I could ask more people while we hang out,” Polnareff grinned. “We get to have some time and we might have more chances for any information about DIO’s HQ. Sounds like a plan, eh?”

Mr. Joestar whacked the Frenchman by the back of his head. “Whatever Polnareff.” Other than their minor squabble, the three older members of the group went on ahead. You smiled and shook your head, wanting to join them.

But you paused in your tracks as something light tugged at you from behind. You turned to look over your shoulder to see a hand holding onto the fabric of your uniform top and you trailed further up until you met Jotaro’s averted, almost-shy gaze. “Something wrong?”

He said nothing as he dropped his hand only to step forward until his chest pressed up against your back. “Jot- oh!” You squeaked a bit when the delinquent suddenly tucked his chin on your head, wrapping his arms around you from behind as he slouched over you. “You alright?”

“Quiet,” he answered gruffly but you didn’t need his response for an answer. You felt his heart pound rapidly in his chest, his breathing coming out in deep stutters, and his hands shaking from where it overlapped over you. Your eyes softened and you leaned back against him, reaching up to hold his trembling hands with yours.

Like Avdol and yourself, he was just as terrified as you were; scared of the idea of his plan not working and sacrificing everyone’s lives in vain.

“Do you want to keep holding me as we walk? Or should I give you a minute to calm down?”

His arms tightened around you and his cheek pressed itself on your head. “Keep walking… we don’t want to lose track of the old man…”

You huffed and patted his hand, smiling. “Okay.”

---

Evening came by earlier than they had anticipated.

By the time they arrived at their hotel, Kakyoin was there waiting patiently in the lobby. Once the doors opened to the group, he turned around and approached them with a welcoming smile. Last Jotaro saw him, his eyes were bandaged but without them, he saw the vertical scars over and under both his eyes.

“Nice battle scars Nori,” you said with a warm smile of your own as you walked over to give him a friendly pat on the arm. “Good to know your eyesight’s still functioning.”

“You’re right,” Kakyoin chuckled. “Still being able to see is great, but it’s not so great to be sensitive to light from now on.”

You shrugged. “It’s a small price to pay. I believe you’ll adjust to it in no time.”

“You’re sensitive to light now?” Polnareff said with a pout beginning to form on his face. “But… But I had plans…”

All three teenagers turned to the Frenchman quizzically. “Plans? Like what?” Kakyoin said in return.

“Hey everyone,” Joseph called out. “Avdol and I will be booking the rooms again with the usual assignments, but a little while after, we’re going to talk over drinks about our plan moving forward.”

“Time’s running short so we’re going to prepare ahead of time just in case we find DIO’s headquarters as early as tomorrow,” Avdol said in continuation. “Anyone care to join us?”

Jotaro couldn’t care less about any of that and would rather act on the spot, but you heard the invitation and immediately chimed in with a quick “I will”.

At this point, he’s not going to deny being disappointed when you decided to be in the grown-up discussion group. He wanted to offer to take another of their casual stroll down the evening streets but apparently, you attended to other plans.

You looked up at him, questioning if he wanted to go with you and he slowly shook his head. You nodded and headed over to the two adults and walked away in the direction of the front desk, leaving him with the boy who had cherries for earrings and a guy with a penchant to do some fuck shit.

“With them on their way, what was it again about your plans? Kakyoin said. “You seemed very eager to talk about it.”

At the mention of nightly plans, Polnareff grinned with that excited gleam in his eyes. “About that! I had a little chat with Mr. Joestar and Avdol about us hanging out tonight! I figured if we’re going to go all out starting tomorrow, might as well have this night for ourselves!”

And some fuck shit it was.

“Oh a night out,” the red-haired teenager said. “That… seems nice. I’d like to do something fun once in a while. What do you have in mind?”

The Frenchman chuckled and slung his arm over Kakyoin’s shoulder. “Oh buddy let me tell you. On the way here, I’ve already spotted a ton of areas we could go to. There’s a nearby arcade with a bunch of games you told me about coupled with similar stuff of that genre. There’s also a bookstore down the street that I could’ve sworn had some of your favorite manga being shown for display.”

“Did you manage to find any VHS stores too? I’ve been wanting to add something to my soon-to-buy list for when I get back.”

“I was about to mention that yes,” Pol said. “There was indeed a VHS store near the arcade. I’m sure we can browse their catalog with something that will interest you.”

“Including the latest releases like The Lost Boys and Full Metal Jacket?”

“You bet your ass, my cherry-licking friend.”

Kakyoin beamed at Polnareff’s eager statement. “You’re quite the persuasive one, aren’t you? Because I’m becoming more interested in joining you.”

Jotaro watched the both of them chat like old-time pals, waiting for his time to insert his opinions on all this. This talk of hanging out for tonight and not once had the Frenchman turned to Jotaro for his input. It seemed like his plans were intended solely for him and Kakyoin only with the way he kept being buddy-buddy with the other teenager in the room. He bit back a scoff and resisted rolling his eyes in annoyance.

Aren’t you forgetting someone, asshole? As if sensing the negative vibe radiating from the delinquent, Polnareff finally turned to him with a cocked brow. “Aha! Looks like someone’s being grumpy today.”

“You think?” Jotaro said, his irritation unfiltered.

The Frenchman walked over to him and placed both hands on his shoulders with a sigh. “Jotaro, my cigarette-smoking little brother, I really do want to include you in our nightly exploration but I’m gonna have to seat you out on this one buddy.”

“And why the hell would you do that?”

“You see, in addition to all the aforementioned locations I shared, I actually intend to divulge our cherry friend here with some juicy Polnareff secret techniques on the way.”

“Secret… techniques?” Kakyoin asked in the background.

At that, Pol grinned and said, “I intend to teach him the ways of talking to the lady folk, and not just the getting to know them phase of it, but including the whole consistency of keeping it close with them for the long run.”

The red-haired teenager choked on his spit. “What?”

Oh, hell no. Almost immediately, Jotaro shrugged off the Frenchman’s hands off his shoulders with a deadpan expression. The action only made him smile wider as he raised his hands in surrender. “I told you. You wouldn’t like it.” He looked over at Kakyoin. “I mean, why would I give the basics to a lady killer like our delinquent friend over here?”

“Hey,” Jotaro grumbled.

“Ah my bad, monsieur. What I meant to say was why would I teach the basics of finding love when Mr. Bad Boy already had set his eyes on one?”

Polnareff glanced over at Kakyoin, who got the memo and smirked after him. “You’re making all the convincing points tonight, Pol.”

Between the two of them snickering to themselves, Jotaro’s cheeks fumed at the blatant observation made. How did they- why would he- “You… you…”

“Now, now.” The Frenchman slung his arm over the delinquent’s shoulders, this time making sure the latter didn’t shrug him off. “Don’t try to deny it. As a citizen of the City of Love, I can tell who’s after who just by a couple of tells and some signs here and there.”

What he wanted now was to bury himself in the dirt, never to reappear while they were here. “I…I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“It’s really obvious,” Kakyoin said. “Even I can see something is going on between you two.”

“Now, even if I can’t offer you the beginner’s guide to love,” Polnareff said next. “What I can offer are some words of advice on how to officially get the girl~”

“What do you-”

“Confess. He means a confession,” Kakyoin supplied succinctly.

His face grew a couple of degrees warmer as he glared at the grinning adult. “Fuck off.”

Much like you, the Frenchman continued with his speech regardless. “Alright listen up. The way to ensure guarantee in sealing the deal to her heart is to find somewhere secluded that’s also scenic.” Jotaro kept silent, admittedly listening to whatever he had in mind. “And then-”

Pol pulled away only to splay his arms wide open and break out in the most dramatic way of giving advice. “You proudly speak your heart out and say ‘Je n’arrete pas de penser a toi ma cherie!’ Then the fireworks explode, the crowds burst into applause, and the musicians start playing in the back-”

The delinquent whacked him firmly behind the head before he could spill more nonsense into the air. “Shut up. Your ramblings are going nowhere.”

“Since he’s been projecting too much of his ideal date, let me pitch an idea that could work for the likes of us more… reserved folks,” the other teenager piped in as the the Frenchman rubbed his head. “Pol’s right in one thing and that’s the seclusion. When you get there, you could start by easing your way into confession by opening a casual conversation. Only when you both are settled in good spirits you start telling her honestly about what you’re feeling towards her.”

“After all, nothing’s more genuine than simply saying the truth.”

Polnareff stared at Kakyoin with surprise and awe. “You know your stuff.”

“I don’t actually. I was just saying some stuff out of my head based on common courteous practices.”

“Both of you, look at me.” The delinquent’s voice brought both their attention back to him, who was least pleased about being the subject of their conversation. “Do I look like I’m able to do whatever the hell you just mentioned?” Neither replied. “Also, why are we even talking about this? Aren’t you two supposed to go out on your nightly escapades or whatever the fuck you said it was?”

“Because I mentioned about picking up ladies and said you couldn’t come because you’re already crushing on-”

“I’m not- Shut up!”

“Jotaro-ssi!” On cue, his heart skipped a bit at the sound of your voice. Everyone turned their attention to you by the stairs. “Mr. Joestar managed to convince maintenance to open the rooftop. You should come check it out!”

He quickly composed himself with a cough and nodded, standing more upright and pocketing his hands to at least keep his cool image intact amidst the flustered nature of his state. “O-Okay…”

Both Kakyoin and Polnareff smirked to themselves and gave him a supporting thumbs-up only for the delinquent to glare holes into their souls before following you up the stairs.

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“Seems like I caught you in the middle of a conversation with the boys. Mind telling me what it’s about?”

You looked over your shoulder and found him shying away from your gaze. “It’s nothing important. Pol just wanted to hang out with Kakyoin and do some exploration around the city. That’s all.”

“Why didn’t you join them?”

Jotaro didn’t reply for a minute, and then he did. “I wasn’t interested…” He turned to look at you. “How about you? I thought you were busy talking with the old man. Got bored?”

“I was.” You tossed him their room key which he caught. “But after a while, Mr. Joestar got a bit too tipsy with the whiskey and proceeded to ramble about some lady he met somewhere in Japan, but he was all over the place with the details.” You chuckled. “And so I excused myself and a thought came into mind… that maybe you’d like to stargaze with me if you weren’t busy.”

He hummed. “That… sounds nice.” You smiled and continued up the last batch of stairs before reaching the door that waited for them at the top. With a gentle twist, it swung open and the two of you stepped out onto the rooftop.

Above them, the night sky was dotted with hundreds of blinking stars, glowing faintly alongside the moon in the darkness that blanketed the warm glow of the city below. You walked over to the middle of the space and settled down onto the cool concrete, bunching your knees to your chest as you took one deep breath.

The door softly clicked behind you, followed by a pair of footsteps approaching you. For a moment, there was a shuffle of fabric and just as you were about to check what it was, Jotaro had already draped his gakuran over your shoulders, as if on reflex, and sat on the spot beside you.

You held onto the edges of his uniform and tugged them over your body, smiling wider as a familiar warmth engulfed you. For a moment, none of you talked to the other and let the calm evening air fill the silence. You simply gazed up at the sky with awe and watched the tiny orbs of light twinkle.

“Back when we were in the desert, I haven’t noticed how pretty the night sky was here,” you said. “I know you’ve seen them before, but tonight, they’re just as pretty as last time, weren’t they?”

“Mm.” Your eyes still faced the stars but from your peripheral, it wasn’t the case for the delinquent. Not when his head was slightly tilted in your direction when he hummed his answer. Your hands gripped his uniform a bit tighter as you could feel your heart beat faster.

“What are your plans after all this?” You asked.

“After what?”

“After killing DIO… saving your mom… what then?”

A brief pause. “I guess… go back to studying, resume our days as high school students, and do some other stuff…” And then another pause. “Like… visiting a beach in Tokyo. Preferably during sunset or sunrise…”

You glanced at him and felt your lips curl into a smile before you let out a faint giggle. “You still remembered that?” He nodded once. “It was such a random thought though.”

“Not to me. It wasn’t.”

This time, you nodded back with nothing to say. You let go of his uniform and instead fiddled with your fingers as an indiscernible feeling bubbled in you, one that had your stomach filling with butterflies and your chest fluttering with every word he spoke during this moment.

There was that comfortable silence yet again, nothing but the gentle breeze, the faint noise of urban life below, and the occasional chirp of a bird or two to create the ambiance the both of you basked in.

But then, the delinquent shifted from where he sat, and when you looked over to see what he did, you saw him pat his pant pockets with furrowed brows and pink-tinted ears. You had a question about what he was doing, but it was left unsaid when something thin and solid pressed against your chest.

You reached inside his uniform’s pocket and pulled out a small paper bag. “What’s this?” You asked him but all he did was stare at the bag with wide eyes and reddened cheeks. “Did you buy something embarrassing?” You teased as you undid the flap and opened it. “Well, I promise not to tell everyone that you bought…” You pulled out the item in it and your words trailed off.

In your hand was an intricately made cherry blossom hair comb with small golden leaves and tiny rhinestones at the center of each rose-gold flower.

“You… bought this?” Jotaro shied away, nodding once as he held his hat over his eyes. “I mean… it’s gorgeous. It must have been expensive too. But why… would you spend money on a pretty thing like this?”

“I… saw it for sale and…” He curled in on himself as he mumbled the next words. “I wanted to give it… to you…”

What? You held the comb gingerly in your hands and began fidgeting it around, feeling every smooth and rough texture of the accessory. “You bought this… for me?”

Jotaro took a deep breath and faced you with every inch of his cheeks and ears now red. He gestured for you to give the comb to him and with you short-circuiting at the moment, you did what was asked. His eyes narrowed into shy squints as he mumbled, “But let me at least do this…”

Your cheeks grew warm significantly as you inched closer to him. With deft fingers, he tucked any stray hair you had behind your ear and slid the comb’s metal teeth carefully through your locks until it rested neatly on the side of your hair. Once finished, the delinquent gave it one more look over at you and nodded again, before turning away flustered.

No matter how much you sat in silence, your heart couldn’t stop beating hard ever since he gave you that gift, your fingers constantly toying with each other as you processed whatever you had going on in you. You thought back to the times he was there and in doing that, you realized how often he stayed by your side ever since meeting him at school all throughout the whole journey.

At first, you hadn’t thought too much of it. Jotaro was your first true friend you made since your transfer to Japan and you read all the gestures he did for you as platonic, but now, you considered the other option that lie past mere friendship.

All those times where he seemingly just stared at you as if honey dripped from his eyes, that moment where he had found and shielded you with his entire self during your breakdown, his bashful blushes, his willingness to cuddle when he wasn’t the type to do such things.

When he chose to reciprocate and open parts of himself that were hidden beneath his stoicism in the submarine and to be vulnerable in your arms after he distracted your possessed friend away from you, as if to compensate for his inability to communicate his feelings. And now, he had a thoughtful gift he bought for you.

Could it be because…

You glanced at him again and found the delinquent to be focused on the floor, still flustered from minutes ago. Could you actually be feeling this way? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions and possibly make things awkward between you two, but you just had to ask and seek an immediate answer.

To know and confirm whether or not the feelings you recently recognized you had, were mutual.

“Hey…” You started, timid and hesitant, but Jotaro looked over at you as he always did when you called for him. “I… have something I need to get off my chest and you have no other choice but to listen or else I’ll go crazy.”

He huffed and motioned you to continue.

Here it goes. “Take this with a grain of salt or whatever, but I’ll just say it outright. Right now. You can react to it however you want to react, except bursting into a scoff or laughter because I will beat you to the ground for making this embarrassing for me-”

“Good grief. Just say it Y/N-”

“I like you!”

And then the silence returns, more palpable than ever before. You were a blushing mess as you finally blurted out those three words, your chest thundering and your hands clenched into fists on your lap. On the other hand, Jotaro was speechless… a different type of speechless. He stared at you with widened eyes with a blush as deep as yours.

You pressed your lips together and averted your gaze away from him, clutching his uniform tight as you tried to make yourself small. “There… I said it. I think I felt that way ever since Singapore… or maybe even before that. I’m honestly not sure but I had these feelings for you for some time now.”

No response.

And with every second that passed, your embarrassment grew further until it was your turn to raise your voice at him out, flustered. “Could you say something? Your thoughts perhaps? I’m dying over here!”

“You said I could react however I want, right?” You turned to face him with furrowed brows and nodded. “Then feel free to slap me if I ‘reacted’ too much.”

“What do you-”

Your words were left unsaid as Jotaro leaned forward to softly press his lips on yours. You gasped against his kiss, your body stiffening and your heart clawing its way out of your chest.

It was over before you could process or do something in return. He slowly pulled away and hovered near your face, his breath fanning with yours. His hooded gaze found yours and this time, you couldn’t respond. You stared into his aquamarine eyes and waited if he’d continue.

“Jotaro-ssi, I…” He abruptly stood with pressed lips, a choked sound fleeing his throat as he immediately tipped his hat over his heated cheeks and rushed to exit through the door with tense shoulders, closing it behind him.

You sat there for a moment, your mind reeling from the additional surprise the delinquent had for you.

It was mutual. He did like you the same way you liked him.

The floral comb adorning the side of your head seemed to bloom with your emotions. At that thought, a smile blossomed on your face as you lightly touched your lips, still feeling the ghostly touch of his kiss. Now, you want to return it properly.

You got up with his gakuran still draped over you and exited the rooftop.

He couldn’t have gotten that far. If anything… You walked down a couple more flights of stairs to the second floor where your room was. You did give him the room key so if your hunch was correct then, he should be in there. You stopped before your designated hotel room only to see the door was left ajar.

You stepped inside and softly closed the door behind you. Walking further inside, you scanned the sleeping space for any sign of the delinquent. The bed was untouched and the chair was still tucked under the desk, but the glass door to the balcony was open. With the moonlight shining through the curtains, his silhouette was made obvious.

With the same adoration you held, you crossed over the room and stepped back out into the cool evening air. You turned to the side and there he was- sitting on the bench with his hand covering his face.

You silently approached and sat on the empty spot beside him. “Hey…”

Jotaro lowered his hand to his side and still without looking at you, he muttered a quiet “hey.”

Knowing he wouldn’t be able to make the next move, you inched closer to him until your shoulders touched his. “You know… you kinda left before I could say how nice that felt…”

“… Y-You… liked it?”

“Mhm. Just as much as I like you,” you said with a soft smile. You reached up and tenderly cupped his cheek. “And it wouldn’t be fair to you if I don’t return the favor, right?” The delinquent stared at you with shining eyes and subtly leaned on your palm, nodding once.

With your hand guiding his face close, you closed your eyes, leaned forward, and pressed your lips to his. You felt him reciprocate immediately, melting under your touch as he tilted his head to deepen your kiss. You drew back to catch your breath before he sought your lips again. His hands slowly held your waist just as yours held his nape.

This was nice.

It felt… right.

Every time one of you pulled away, the other would return for another and another, already growing addicted to the blossoming affection you mutually shared. In the middle of your kiss, you couldn’t help but smile against his lips and let out a soft giggle as he kept peppering kisses with his smile mirroring yours.

Eventually, you managed to hold back from seeking another by placing two digits between both of your lips. Without masking it, Jotaro pouted a bit as you drew away from him.

Shortly after, both of you remained sitting outside under the stars with your head resting on his shoulder and your hand in his, fingers interlocked with each other. “Guess we’re more than friends now, hm?”

“Yeah… it seems so.”

You chuckled and nuzzled his neck before tucking your chin on his shoulder. “Does this mean we get to call each other with cute petnames now?”

“Don’t get that started,” The delinquent scoffed. “I’m not calling you ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’ or some other cutesy stuff like that.”

You scrunched your face with him at the mention of those two words. “Oh, hell no. I wouldn’t call you either of those too. I was actually thinking of making our own unique petnames.”

Jotaro cocked a brow and glanced at you. “You have something in mind for me?”

You gazed at him for a solid minute as you thought of what to call him. As you studied his features, you couldn’t help but notice the stars twinkling in the sky behind him and the star-shaped birthmark he had on his skin, and suddenly a thought came to mind.

The lone star glimmering in the darkness of your nightmares, its single light serving as your warm beacon of hope amidst the cold reminder of a forgotten past.

“Starlight.”

You uttered on a whim, the petname coming out naturally. You kept a close look at him and gauged his reaction, hoping it elicited some sort of positive response.

And you got one wherein he covered his mouth and turned away from you, body shaking slightly trying to stifle in a laugh. “Yah!” You swatted his arm and whined, your cheeks growing multiple degrees warmer. “Why are you laughing?!”

He cleared his throat and composed himself. “Sorry. It just came out…”

You narrowed your eyes at him and would’ve called all this off if it hadn’t been for Jotaro squeezing your hand as his way of apologizing and acknowledging your effort. “Well, if you’re gonna laugh about it, how about you try making one for me and see how I react?”

“Yeah, yeah. Give me a second.” He looked over at you and his playful gaze turned fond as he reached into the crevices of his mind to make something up for you. During the whole time, you couldn’t help but feel shy when he looked at you with mild intensity.

With the same soft tone you had when you said his petname, Jotaro said:

“… Sunshine.”

For a split second, your heart skipped a beat at his deep voice saying something as sentimental as ‘sunshine’, but instantly recognizing that fact had resulted in you hiding your mouth behind your hand as you bit back a laugh.

“Oi.”

“See? Not so funny when I laugh at your attempt at a cute name, huh?” You sighed and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek to say she didn’t mean to mock him trying. “Alright, maybe the petnames weren’t meant to be.”

“I think it’s for the best.”

“Should I just stick to calling you ‘Jotaro-ssi’ then?” You said with a teasing little tilt of your head.

“If that’s what you’re used to, then call me that all you want, Y/N-san,” Jotaro said, looking at you with a tiny smirk.

You let out a petulant “hmph” and laid your head on his shoulder, making yourself comfortable with him by your side. In return, he leaned his head on yours.

Even though you treated the petnames as a joke, you tucked your creations in a safe, cozy vault in your memories, holding them close to your heart with affection and care.

Starlight and Sunshine.

… I love it.