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[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist pt. 8

You can read it from the beginning here on Ao3. BTW, Did I mention that this is a slow burn?

Let The Games Begin

“Are you going to tell me?” Granger asked as she fiddled with the necklace hanging around her neck. It was a white gold chain that held a miniature otter encrusted with tiny diamonds.

“Tell you what?” Draco asked as he leaned against the wall of the lift.

“Why you left her.” Granger nodded to the doors of the lift, indicating the ex-fiance somewhere beyond those doors, and Draco gave her a close-lipped smile.

“That depends,” He pushed off the wall and stepped toward her.

Granger’s head tilted upward as she watched him grow nearer.

“On?”

“Tell me what happened in Amsterdam.”

She frowned, letting a sigh out through her nose. “I can’t.”

“Can’t?” Draco took another step. “Or wont?” He lifted a hand and ran a finger along the chain of her necklace.

“Can’t. Not without Theo present.” She shrugged but he didn’t fail to notice that she shivered under his touch.

Draco nodded, smirking down at her chest, at the little charm that danced between her breasts. “Why an otter?”

“It’s my Patronus,” The corner of her mouth quirked, her breathing hitching slightly as his finger ran up her neck and to her cheek. It pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

“Adorable.” He grinned and that earned him a glare as he stepped away. “I’ll tell you.” He conceded.

“You will?” She looked surprised.

Draco nodded and ran a thumb along his lower lip as his eyes trailed over her. She was dressed in a cream colored sun dress that had a deep sweetheart neckline. It settled against her skin flawlessly and hugged the curves of her hips like some sort of piece of art.

That was what she was, Draco decided, a work of art.

Her heels put her eyes slightly higher than normal, and Draco greedily drunk them in as he smirked. “You’re dying to know, aren’t you?”

She lifted a shoulder along with her adorable little chin. “I think as your pretend date to a business meeting, I have the right to know why you left your ex.”

“I didn’t love her.” He replied, nearly cutting her off and then said, “This isn’t pretend. You’re my real date, even if you are pretending to be my girlfriend.”

She scoffed with a smile on her face. “You intend to woo me, then?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” He took back the distance he put between them.

“Why did you get engaged if you didn’t love her?” She asked, holding a hand out to press into his chest.

“You heard Zabini. My family swooped in. I didn’t,” He tilted his head and stared into the blinding fluorescent lights above. “Her family made my family an offer and I had no say in the matter.”

“But you did,” Her fingers began to fiddle with a button on his blazer. “In the end.”

“In the end, yes.” He lowered his eyes and found her chewing furiously on her lower lip.

The lift doors opened and Granger turned toward them, stepping out in front of him.

Draco slid his hands into his pockets and followed her down the hall toward a conference room with two double doors.

“Does Zabini know that his date is pretending to be your girlfriend?” She looked over her shoulder and Draco grinned.

“Zabini is aware; he’ll play along. And for the record, my date is pretending to be his date later.”

She snorted and it caused Draco to chuckle as the doors opened for them.

Zabini grinned as he stood in the doorway. “Miss Granger, what a thrill it is to see you here.”

Draco had informed Zabini of his and Granger’s fake relationship but it didnt stop the wizard from dragging his eyes slowly up and down her body as he greeted them.

“Mr. Zabini, the thrill is all mine.” She allowed Zabini to kiss the back of her hand but pulled to Draco’s side the moment he let go, allowing Draco to slide his arm around her waist.

“Come in you two,” Zabini gestured toward the room and stepped out of the way.

“Allow me to introduce you to two of my researchers on the project,”

A tall, big-boned woman approached Draco, causing him to huff out a laugh that he refused to cover.

The woman scowled at him as Granger dug her elbow into his ribs.

“I’m sorry.” Draco ran a hand over his mouth, finally attempting to cover his wide grin.

The woman, dressed in a crisp white coat lifted her broad chin and eyed him. She had short, brown curly hair and was presently standing beside a lanky man with freckled skin and golden hair. He had dark brown eyes that were lit up as he attempted to hold his own laughter back.

“Mr. Malfoy,” The woman crooned in a rather high pitched voice. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Draco had to stick his tongue into his cheek to stop himself from saying anything to piss her off.

“Draco,” Ginny cut in, a bit of a warning in her voice. “This is Louisa, head researcher on Zabini’s current project. The one Harry told you about?”

Draco cleared his throat and nodded, stuffing his hand into his pocket. “Of course,” He held his other hand out to Louisa and when the woman took his hand, she squeezed it unnecessarily tight.

Granger snorted and Louisa turned her ire onto the witch. “This was your idea, need I remind you?” She hissed as she switched hands with Draco to shake Granger’s.

“I know, you’re right.” She whispered. “I’m sorry, Theo.” She sighed and pulled back to grin at the woman, who was actually Theo. “It’s lovely to meet you, Louisa.”

The thin man standing beside her was introduced as Bernard, and was actually Teddy, who had really worked to impress the rest of them. For he had not only transformed his hair and skin tone but the color of his eyes, the shape of his body and had somehow managed to give himself an overbite.

Astoria Greengrass stood at the large, cherry oak table, watching Draco. Her dark hair was pulled into a perfect bun atop her head. Not a stand of hair out of place, and she was dressed in a tight red dress that pulled against her thin frame.

Her body, though admired by some, was something he had a hard time with. It hindered the ability for a more physically pleasing relationship.

Astoria was raised to treat her body like a display, something to be admired. She had never had an ounce of fat on her body, and her arms were thin and sculpted into something many women seemed to admire.

It might have been a bit cruel of him, sure, to parade the famed witch to the woman he had left. But aside from the embarrassment of being left at the alter, he didn’t quite understand Astoria’s anger. He knew that she didn’t love him either during their engagement. They were not in love. They were merely mashed together like two dolls a child played with, forcing them to kiss, the chemistry hitting negatively on the scale.

Astoria’s red lips lifted in a smile that didn't touch her eyes. "Draco,” She slid into one of the leather chairs.

“Tori,” He inclined his head in greeting before lifting Grangers hand to graze his lips over the back of her hand. “You remember Hermione Granger.”

Astoria’s eyes tightened as she nodded. “Of course, how could I not?” She narrowed her eyes in on Granger. “You know,” Astoria went on. “I had reached out to you at the Ministry once, but I supposed it was just around the time decided to leave.” She paused. “Around the time you and your fiancé, Weasley, broke up.”

Draco didn’t let on to the surprise he felt at the comment but Granger merely smirked. “We were never engaged. But, I’m sorry I missed your correspondance.”

She didn’t elaborate, only slid into a seat of her own tucked between Draco and Louisa, who was really Theo. T

he Potters were already sitting on the other side of the table beside Astoria and Teddy. Zabini, of course, took up the head of the table.

Zabini waved his wand and platters of buiscuits and pastries appeared with pitchers of coffee, tea and water.

“Thank you, Blaise, for considering me for such an important project.” Astoria pulled her stare from Draco took Granger’s hand into his, to bat her eyelashes at Zabini.

Draco took that opportunity to lift her hand and brush a kiss to the back of her hand.

“You can thank the Potters,” Zabini drawled as he reached for a lemon biscuit. “They were the ones who thought to ask you. Brilliant idea, really.”

“And it was Astoria’s idea to ask Draco.” Ginny grinned as her eyes slid to Draco’s hand playing with Granger’s pinky finger.

“And what a brilliant idea to be involved with.” Draco said and let go of Granger’s hand to pour them both a cup of tea. Adding only milk to hers, he slid it over.

Her eyebrows lifted in mild surprise before thanking him. He winked and enjoyed the shade of pink that briefly highlighted her cheekbones.

“As I was telling you, Astoria, Harry managed to tell Draco all about Zabini’s foundation and his new facility and all of the work we wish to do with him.”

“Yes,” Draco sipped at his tea. “Hermione and I feel very enthusiastic about this idea.

Astoria’s nose twitched. “Of course. Which is exactly why I suggested they reach out to you. I knew that the Malfoy family could certainly use some positive publicity for once.”

Draco grinned when he felt Granger stiffen beside him.

“You’re too kind, Tori. As usual.”

The remainder of the meal passed relatively eventless. They discussed the semantics of the research. What kind of testing their blood samples would be used for. And by the time Louisa, who was really Theo, was done explaining it all, Astoria was nodding emphatically.

“We should have all pureblood wizards partake. Particularly those with reputations like yours and Nott’s.” She sniffed and Draco, again, grinned when Granger stiffened in her seat.

“Nott?” Granger swallowed loudly and set her tea down on the table. Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were hard.

“You know of Theo Nott, don’t you?”

“I do.” Granger cleared her throat, her eyes briefly glanced to Louisa before she leaned back in her seat. “I still don’t understand your comment. Draco is a good wizard. He’s denounced the prejudice ways of his family long ago, as I am sure you remember. And Theo,” She continued. “Is a great wizard who long ago denounced his fathers choices. Aside from Harry and the Weasleys, I’ve yet to meet a kinder wizard than those two. So, again,” She picked her tea back up and lifted it to her lips as she said, “I don’t quite understand your comment.”

“And let’s not forget, Miss Greengrass,” Louisa added sweetly. “We want all wizards and witches to partake in the research, in order to get accurate data. No matter their blood status.”

Louisa’s mouth twitched up in a smirk, her dark stoic eyes brightening as they met Grangers while Draco’s hand slid under the table and found Granger’s knee.

Astoria looked affronted, chagrined. Furious. But she smiled at Granger and raised her tea. “You are a kind witch, Miss Granger, nobody has ever failed to acknowledge that.”

Draco found her hand and lifted it to his mouth, feeling very much like nibbling on one of her fingers. Instead he placed it against his chest. “No truer words, Tori.” He lifted her hand and kissed her once more on the back of it.

Sensing the tension that was building to a breaking point in the room, Ginny pushed away from the table and looked over at Zabini. “Well, Harry and I have an appointment to get to, would we be able to get started on collecting the samples?”

Zabini, who had been thoroughly entertained by the entire exchange, smiled at Ginny and nodded. “Of course. I, too, have more meetings planned for this afternoon.” He looked over at Draco and winked. “Including one with a very important client this evening.”

The collection of samples went smoothly, and Draco allowed Teddy to draw his blood before drawing Astoria’s, who was suddenly looking very apprehensive at the idea of being stabbed by a needle.

Louisa, who was really Theo, worked on Granger. Draco could tell they were whispering back and forth but was unable to discern anything they said.

Overall, the process went smoothly and Astoria left before anyone else could.

Once she was out of the room, Granger made a sound that sounded like a growl and a disgusted groan.

“I cannot wait to steal from that witch.”

“Why did she say that?” Draco asked, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “The thing about you and Weasley?”

Granger sniffed and lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“Were you engaged?” Asked Louisa, who was really Theo.

Granger rolled her eyes and slid one of Astoria’s vials of blood into her little black purse.

Zabini chuckled and eyed Granger, appreciatively. “You really are quite a little nugget, aren’t you, Granger?”

She straightened, lifting a brow in question. “A nugget? What does that mean?”

“A nugget of gold,” He smiled easily at her. “You’ve been there the whole time, shining away, but the world keeps reaching for the box of treasure, without realizing what’s been there this whole time.”

“We’ve known.” Ginny spoke for herself and her husband.

“I’ve known.” Louisa, who was really Theo, raised his hand.

“This is getting uncomfortable,” Granger mumbled causing Draco to chuckle.

To spare her further discomfort, Draco changed the subject, pulling out the burner phone Granger had picked up for him. “Seamus sent me a text, by the way.” He announced to the room.

Everyone looked at him. “He says the EMP’s are ready to go.”

“EMP’s?” Bernard, who was really Teddy, inquired with a tilt of his head.

“They are Electromagnetic Pulse devices he’s been working on. It’s going to help cut all power from the place for a total of 60 seconds.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” It would be the only chance they would have to switch the replica with the original. Of course, that would be after Granger managed to disable all of the wards. Including the one using Astoria’s blood.

“Do you think she’ll realize it was us?” Zabini asked, looking at the vials of blood on the table of the lab.

“If we play our cards right, she wont know it ever went missing.” Draco unrolled his sleeve over the bandage secured to the inside of his arm.

‘And if we don’t?” Harry asked as he stood and slid his jacket on.

“If we don’t,” Of course Draco had considered what might go wrong. Astoria Greengrass was already furious with him and she was no angel. If she was to find out that went missing, something that had been protected by a ward using her own blood, then she was certain to send some of her naughtiest wizards after him.

But, Draco shrugged and smiled at him. “I heard Morocco is quite nice this time of year.”

[malfoysstilinski]

hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader) 

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing. 

REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69 

WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk 

MASTERLIST

“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”

You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions. 

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly. 

Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant-- venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy. 

“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have. 

Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea. 

Draco’s gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you. 

The rest of the train journey is less tense. Draco doesn’t suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Blaise, and Pansy do-- everybody knows Draco definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did. 

As you’re listening to Blaise talk about his mother’s latest fiancé, you feel Draco’s hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It’s bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he’s glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze. 

He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Blaise. You’re also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family. 

He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark green panties that you’re wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn’t left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather. 

Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure. 

Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Draco remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Blaise and Pansy grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you’re not leaving. 

“You two go on,” Draco mutters, running his hand across his jaw. “Y/N and I have something we need to discuss.”

Pansy gives you a sly smirk and a wink before she grabs Blaise’s arm and practically drags him out of the compartment. Your heart is pounding as you watch Draco slide out of his seat once your friends have left the two of you by yourselves, watching as he moves closer to the carriage door, sliding it shut. He pulls the blinds down next. 

“This might be the last time we get the chance to do this,” Draco smirks as he glances back at you. “Stand.”

You do as he says, watching as he grabs his wand out of his pocket and swishes it, all of the other blinds coming down to conceal you from the outside. Your clit is pulsating so hard and you nearly groan out loud as he starts to march closer to you, rubbing your thighs together for some relief. 

Draco’s hand snaps out to grab your neck, fingers gliding down your soft skin before he digs his fingers in slightly, shallowing your breathing. You whimper as his other thumb drags itself down your lip. 

“I know you’ve been desperate for this,” Draco mutters, releasing your neck and undoing his tie, flinging it down onto the table beside you both. “And you’ve been a good girl for me. Parkinson and Zabini didn’t suspect a thing, did they?”

“No,” you breathe in agreement, “they didn’t.”

“I think my good little slut deserves a reward for being so patient,” Draco mutters, tilting your head with his hand on your jaw, leaning down to press wet kisses to your neck, sucking hard below your ear and leaving a hickey behind as you grip his arms, eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“Draco...” You pull away from him slightly, finding his silver eyes darker than usual as he stares down at you. “Right here? What if someone comes looking-”

“Colloportus,” he mutters, locking the doors with his wand. “There. We’ll hear if someone tries coming in.”

“And if somebody hears us?”

“Muffliato.” 

That’s enough for you. Especially when Draco’s looking as handsome as he does and when he has that grip on your waist. You know you’re in for a good quickie when he grabs you and whirls you around, forcing you down so that you’re bent over the table that they had just been sat at. 

His hand drifts between your legs where your school skirt has ridden up, exposing your soaked panties. He tuts as he kicks your legs apart with his foot, gliding his lanky fingers up your leg and towards your ass where he lands a harsh smack. You whimper, your hand clasping over your mouth. 

Draco reaches down and dives his hand between your legs, cupping your sex. He pushes your panties to the side and immediately comes into contact with your slick arousal. It coats his fingers and makes him smirk as he glides it between your folds and towards your clit where he rubs circles. When he notices how you’re muffling your moans with your hand, he lands a sharp slap to your clit that makes you jerk unexpectedly against him. 

“If I see you trying to keep quiet one more time then I won’t touch you,” Draco swore, returning to rubbing your clit when you peeled your hand away from your lips. “Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make.” 

You moan at a mixture of his words and the sensation rippling through your body, your arms stretching out in front of you and trying to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for you to hold so you simply clawed at the table as Draco drops down onto his knees. 

He whirls you around so that you’re facing him, his face level with your pussy as he yanks your skirt up. He glides your panties down your legs and then thrusts one finger inside your hole, making your breath hitch. You throw your head back, you hands clinging to his bleach blond hair. As another finger slides in, both pumping in and out at a dangerously slow pace, Draco leans his head dow and starts to lick at your clit, looking up at you whilst he did it. 

You moan, bucking your hips. “Draco, please. Please, please. Fuck. Fuck!”

That’s right, Potter. He thinks. This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing her like this. And it’s all because of me. 

Draco hums against you and wraps his mouth around your entire clit, sucking hard and licking at the same time. It throbs and feels like it’s going to explode, porn-worthy whimpers leaving you as you throw your legs up onto his shoulders, sitting further along the table as he laps up your juices eagerly. 

A third finger slides in and you groan at the stretching sensation as he fucks his fingers into you harder. Your hands move up to palm at your breasts, until Draco grabs your wrist. You huff at the loss of contact. He stands, licking his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you and holds them towards your lips. 

“Suck,” Draco demands and knowing Potter is watching, envying him and wishing that he was the one that had you at his will, makes him smirk harder. 

You respond eagerly, leaning forwards and taking his fingers into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent that have Draco even harder in his trousers. He swears to Merlin that you’ll be the death of him as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking yourself off of him and cleaning him up. 

“Good fucking slut,” he grows. “Now on your knees. Where you belong.”

You respond quickly, dropping down like he had commanded you to. Without hesitation, you reach for the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them both. You reach into his underwear and pull his cock out, wetting your lips at the sight. He’s as hard as ever, precum oozing out of the top as he grabs the base of it, smacking your lips with it. 

You half open your mouth, making a moaning sound as he smears it across your lips, leaving his precum behind. Your tongue darts out and you lick it up as he smacks your cheek with it. Your mouth opens wider, sticking your tongue out. Draco thrusts his hips slowly closer, his cock resting in your mouth as you take over, grabbing his shaft and jerking off anything that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

You suck in your cheeks as you bob on his dick, pulling off all of the way to then lick at his tip. Draco’s hand grips your hair like it’s a lifeline, small curses leaving his lips as you take him all the way back in. His tip hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but you keep him there for a few second, hearing his breathing grow short at the feeling until you pull him off of you, his cock now covered in your saliva. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Draco mutters, his fingers going beneath your chin and moving with you as you stand up. “And you’re all mine. Nobody else can have you.”

“Mhm,” you moan in agreement as he lays you across the table that you had been at before. “Don’t want anyone else.”

“Not even Potter?” He refers to the boy you’d dated briefly back in fourth year-- the same one that hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, even when you were wrapped under Draco’s arm two years later.  

“No, you,” you agree, “Just you. Only you, Draco.”

Draco places runs his tip up and down your folds before he presses it at your entrance, slowly gliding in. You both groan at the sensation. You’d throw your head back if you weren’t already being fucked on the hard surface of the table. Your hands grip the sides beside you, but it doesn’t stop your body jerking as Draco fucks into you hard. 

He’s being rough, clearly trying to prove a point as he watches your body wither beneath him from where he stands at the end of the table. He pushes your skirt back up when it falls down a little, and this time his thumb moves to your clit. Draco smirks when your back arches and you cry out. 

“Draco!” You nearly sob as he slams into you, your soaking heat making sounds that echo across the compartment. “Draco, Draco. Fuck me just like that.”

Draco groans at your words, rubbing your clit harder and slamming in and out of you like it’s his mission. Your walls clench around his cock and have him tilting his head back, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he doesn’t stop his assault on your nub. Everything feels so good-- you can already feel your orgasm coming, thanks to the foreplay earlier as well. 

“You’re so good for me,” Draco growls, glancing down and spitting on your pussy, even though you were already soaked. He rubs it in as he watches his cock drive in and out of your shaking form. “Such a good, pretty, little slut. But just for me.” 

“Just--” You squeeze your eyes shut when Draco hits a certain spot inside you, making you scream out. “Just for you, Draco.”

“Do you hear that Potter?” Draco booms with a laugh, but you don’t process what he’s said at first. “Do you see her? The way she comes undone for me. How she would let me do anything for her?”

You realise what he’s saying after a few seconds and several more powerful thrusts. Your eyes widen, realising that Harry must be snooping around in the compartment-- that was why Draco had been so tense after the small blackout. 

“Draco--”

Draco leans down and hisses against your ear, “Let’s put on a little show for him, shall we, princess?”

You cum. You scream out and throw your head back, the thought of Harry watching Draco fuck the life out of you guiltily filling you with adrenaline and power and even arousal. You claw at Draco’s blazer-covered back as you call out his name, walls clenching around his cock over and over. 

Finally, seconds later, you feel his hips stutter and one last powerful thrust before his cum begins to fill you, hot and fast. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as he pulls out of you and yanks your skirt back down whilst you sit up. 

“Petrificus Totalus!” He grabs his wand and shoots the spell at the storage shelves above you. 

You gasp when you hear a thump. You bend down on your knees and pull up the invisibility cloak that Harry had, revealing the boy himself-- paralysed, of course. Draco grabs you and pulls you back, a smirk on his face. 

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?” Draco spits, grabbing his bag with the hand that isn’t holding you wrist. “Oh, that’s right, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.”

Harry’s seemingly-lifeless eyes just stare back up at the two of you and you gasp when Draco drives his foot down onto Harry’s face, an audible cracking noise filling the compartment. Blood immediately dribbles down his face as Draco releases you to grab the cloak back off the ground. 

“That’s for my father. And stop fucking staring at my girlfriend. I think it might be obvious to you who she prefers now.” He throws the cloak back over Harry, making him invisible again. “Enjoy your ride back to London.”

Draco grabs your hand again and his briefcase and leads you away again, fully satisfied that Potter had learnt his lesson. 

[lexie-cameron8]

Warning:

This will contain underage use of alcohol, smut, and mentions of drug use.

Word Count: 1.8k

Rafe admired the way Y/n let the liquor flow down her throat so easily. She'd barely made a face when she took the bottle away from her lips. He leaned back in his chair with his elbows resting on the armrest.

Y/n sucked in a breath through her teeth as she let the alcohol glide down her throat. "How many Pogues do you stare at all hours of the night?" She asked, her voice raspy from the bitter taste of the liquor.

The whole night was so out of character for Rafe. Nobody would ever catch him hanging around with a Pogue, especially if that Pogue was a girl. "Just you," he mumbled softly, his voice was low like he was embarrassed to speak about it.

"Somehow I don't believe that." She set the bottle down on the glass table and leaned back. She'd remembered how much her mother hated it when she sat that way, she'd say that it was the way a 'boy' sits. But none of that mattered to her anymore because she was gone, she didn't have to follow any of those stupid rules anymore.

Rafe chuckled and stood up all while lightly shaking his head. His tongue grazed his bottom lip as he watched Y/n fiddle with the tie on the front of her bikini top. The two were definitely not sober. Y/n had, had a few drinks at the bone yard, some gulps from the liquor bottles, and a few hits from Rafe's bright red bong.

Rafe was nearly the same, but he was more high than drunk. "I should drive you back," he said, walking towards the steps that led back down to the bottom.

Y/n gulped as she watched Rafe's hand grip the railing. "Yeah," She stuttered out as she followed him back down the stairs.

With every step Rafe took, Y/n felt herself swoon for him. He was being awfully quiet, like he was holding onto a sudden though. No one spoke, they just walked in silence until they reached the car.

Y/n sat in the passenger side while Rafe stood in front of her, the door still open. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked her as she looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with wonder and the possibilities of what could happen. Only she could dictate what happened next.

Her eyes were red from the high, but it made her seem to be ten times more attractive. "Like what?" She played the innocent card, that gave Rafe a sense of confidence.

Y/n stood up slowly and leaned on the car, her eyes still staring into Rafe's. A giggle escaped her lips as she felt Rafe's hand on her waist. His fingertips met with her chin once again before Rafe leaned down, the tip of his nose grazing hers. "You don't..." He paused and held his head in the position that it was in.

Y/n held her breath, she couldn't breathe with his lips so close to hers. She couldn't do anything with him so close to her. "I’m not taking you home tonight am I?" He asked her in a whisper.

Y/n sucked in a breath even though it was practically impossible. "We’ll I guess you’re gonna have to find out," she joked, her voice low and soft.

Rafe slowly lifted Y/n’s chin and pressed his lips onto hers in a slow kiss. She felt her body relax, she was relieved. Her arms were slung around Rafe's neck as she tried to keep herself from falling.

His lips were soft and tender against hers, it sent a rush of euphoria throughout her body. Their chests pressed together and Y/n could feel Rafe's unsteady heartbeat against hers. They were in sync in every way possible, the movement of their lips, their heartbeats, and the breaths that they held.

Rafe pulled her closer, if that was possible, and took a few steps backwards so he could close the passenger side door.

Y/n moved one of her hands down to the waistband on his swim shorts, she played with the strings with every turn of her head. She could taste the alcohol on his lips, but it was the same for him.

Rafe loved the way she tasted against his lips. It was different than anyone he'd ever met before. Rafe ran his fingertips through her straightened hair a pushed it behind her ear. He smile at the tickle from her breath just underneath his nose.

Butterflies blossomed into Y/n's stomach when a groan escaped Rafe's mouth and into hers when her hand brushed against him, creating friction. Her heart pounded in her chest while her knees grew weaker. She could only focus on how addictive his lips were, his so soft and wet lips attached to hers.

Rafe was rarely sure of anything, but there was no hesitation when he started to slip off Y/n's button up shirt. The skin on skin contact would soon have Y/n taking off his clothes.

The warmth of Rafe's mouth sent a shock through her body.

She couldn't hear anything but their synchronized heartbeats and the sound of their lips pressing together and pulling apart. She'd never been so eager to kiss somebody, nevertheless Outer Bank's Kook prince.

Rafe's tongue grazed Y/n's bottom lip, asking for entrance that she didn't hesitate to grant him. She gaped her mouth open and almost lost balance at the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth.

Rafe never would have thought that kissing somebody would feel so normal, especially someone who was taught to be forbidden.

He'd brought his hands down to her waist and gripped her so tight that if it loosened, even just a little bit, he would loose her. And with each time his head turned he'd wished that he could relive that moment over and over again.

Y/n ran her hands down Rafe's chest and abdomen, then down to the hem of his shirt. The taste of the liquor sent her back into the rhythm of his lips.

She tugged at the hem of his t-shirt signaling that she wanted it off and in a quick second, Rafe opened the door to the backseat of the car.

The two pulled apart and Y/n watched as Rafe effortlessly pulled off his shirt over his head. Y/n sat down on the backseat and saw the smirk on Rafe's lips right before he climbed on top of her.

A giggle escaped her lips as he closed the door and dove down to kiss her lips again. Unlike the first kiss, this one was rough and needy.

Rafe brought his hands to her breasts, massaging one and sucking on her neck while his other hands moved toward her thighs.

But soon after he reached her inner thigh, Y/n pulled away causing Rafe to pull his hands off of her.

She looked as if she were about to remove an article of clothing, but being awfully slow with her movements.

He groaned from the lack of skin on skin contact and practically, silently, begged for her to take off her swimsuit top. Y/n reached to the back and unclipped the gold clip making the top loosen on her chest.

Rafe pulled away from the eye contact and pressed rough kisses into her breasts. Y/n's hands found his hair once again and she tugged at it while moans escaped her lips.

Rafe sucked a bruise into her breasts, massaging one and sucking on the other. One of Y/n's hand went to cover her mouth. Her back arched, pressing her stomach against Rafe's chest. "Fuck," Rafe moaned against her chest, sending vibrations throughout her body.

He lifted his head from her breasts and looked into her eyes while he singlehandedly pulled down his swim shorts. "You're very impatient," Y/n teased as she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off.

Rafe chuckled and his hand gripped her neck harshly, but not enough that it would hurt her. He angrily stared into her eyes as he pulled her closer to him. "I think you've had enough fun for one night," He whispered to her, roughly attacking her lips with his once again.

He longed to feel her.

Rafe reached into the pocket behind the passenger side seat and pulled out a condom. He tore the packet open with his teeth and rolled the condom over himself.

His fingers trailed up to Y/n's lips, forcing her to open her mouth. "Spit," He demanded. Y/n swirled her tongue around his fingers, coating them in her saliva.

He ran his tip up and down her soaked slit, leaning over her and their chests nearly touching. "You ready?" He asked her.

Y/n nodded with a slight whine rolling off her tongue. With one loud groan he pushed in, feeling everything. He could barely move because he was so overwhelmed with pleasure. "O-Oh God," He whispered against her lips as he started to move.

He shuddered with every slow thrust, rapidly increasing his pace. His forehead rested on Y/n’s while their lips failed to connect. Her moans made it hard for them to keep their lips together.

Rafe's groans of pleasure gave Y/n all the praise she needed.

The car shook with each movement of their bodies, the automobile filling with sounds of their moans and skin slapping. Y/n could barely keep her eyes open from the pleasure Rafe was providing. "It's so good," He moaned into her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back and Rafe brought a hand to her chin. He made her face him and look him in the eyes while he fucked her. "Don't stop," She managed to say. She said that over and over again while an orgasm built up.

"I won't-god-I won't stop." Rafe groaned loudly with a fast thrust. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to thrust deeper into her. Shaky breaths escaped his lips with every second.

Y/n felt herself screaming his name over and over again, he was making her feel that good.

Rafe covered her mouth to quiet her screams, but only went harder. Their sounds and noises grew louder as Rafe pounded in and out of her. A euphoric feeling washed over Y/n as she spiraled into an orgasm. "F-Fuck," Her legs shook uncontrollably as Rafe helped her ride out her intense feeling.

He continued to pound into her, but it was now sloppy. They could both tell that he was extremely close to a orgasm and he couldn't help but slow down. He pulled out of her and came into the condom. His whole body shook from the intense feeling.

Before Rafe could think to do anything, Y/n pulled him down into a kiss. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and kept him close.

[caiuscassiuss]

oppa! | ot7 (I)

Description: Being raised by a caring yet distant father, a close, tight-knit family is the one thing you have craved in your short life. After your adventurer father remarries a rich woman, you’re stuck with seven new brothers. Seven very hot, very different men. This is not what you meant by family.

Arc 1: Stepbrother Introductions

Genre: OT7 x Female!Reader | Brother’s Conflict AU | stepbrother au | fluff | slice of life (For this chapter: PG 13) WC: 15k Warnings: swearing, dub-con (??). In later chapters there will be explicit mentions of depression, panic attacks, thoughts of suicide, self harm, and graphic smut.

Chapter 1: Enter the Oldest Type, Jin!

Fiddling with the charm on your phone, you looked down at the blue text bubble that spelled out the address of what might possibly be your home for the next few years.

You had googled the place as soon as you got home, expecting it to be a random apartment somewhere and boy oh boy, you were wrong. First, the house (not apartment) was on the outskirts of Seoul, on one of the hilly inclines overlooking the Han River. Second, the place where it was located was expensive.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw the housing prices of properties nearby on this popular real estate app. Sure, your father was a celebrity adventurer with his own cable show and so you were used to a certain amount of comfort, but this type of wealth was way beyond your league. Who was this woman that your father married, Jesus Christ?

On the Google streets view (you swear you aren’t weird), you saw the place had at least 2 gates to get through and your father hadn’t told you of any code or given you any pass to get through. You had a feeling if you tried to go in there blind, you would be immediately detained by the police.

Biting your lip, you paced on the fluffy carpet that felt like a dream. Your father was gallivanting off in some remote corner of Nigeria, so he was bound to have no cell service there. You knew no one in the family— much less how to contact them so you could meet up for a coffee or something. It would seem rude not to do something…

Your apartment doorbell buzzed throughout your apartment. Folding your arms over your chest, you shivered as you walked towards the doorway. You had turned up the Air Conditioner too high to ward off the muggy Seoul heat and now it was freezing inside your apartment.

“Hello?” you asked in to the intercom.

“Hi, is this Y/N?” a masculine voice asked at the other end.

You frowned and shifted your weight on your other leg. You don’t recall expecting any guests today.

“Excuse me?” the man asked again after you refused to respond.

“Hi, sorry, who is calling?” you said politely.

“I’m Seokjin, Seoyeon’s son. I’m your, uh, new brother?” he said haltingly, his voice raised at the end.

Gasping softly, you felt your mind pile up with questions and questions until it was spinning. How did he get here? How did you know who you are?

“Oh! Uh, yeah, please come on up.”

You pressed the button to allow the elevator to go to your location and you heard a bright “Thank you!” before the intercom shut off.

You zoomed around your apartment like a psychopath, picking up spare pieces of clothing and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. Your apartment reeked of mild depression, suppressed anxiety, and the beginnings of an unhealthy reliance on take out and that was not the first impression you wanted your newfound brother to have of you.

Putting your hands on your hips, you scanned the now clean apartment. It looked like a moderately adjusted human lived here.

Good timing indeed, as your buzzer sharply rang throughout the apartment. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the door handle and pulled it open.

Your lungs really said “Bye, sister!” and decided to quit working as soon as you saw this man. You couldn’t breath because standing in front of you was one of the most beautiful men you have ever seen in your life.

He was tall, taking up the entire doorway with his height. A dash of neatly groomed, brown hair graced the top of his small head and big eyes peered at you curiously above a strong nose and a pair of big, pouty lips the color of strawberries.

The second thing you noticed about him after his overwhelming beauty was his navy scrubs and the large badge attached to his pocket that read “Kim Seokjin; Pediatric Doctor at Seoul National University Pediatric Group”. You’ve seen people in scrubs and they were, favorably said, unflattering but on this man… he looked like he stepped out of a catalogue.

“You’re Y/N, right?”

Speechless, you nodded.

His entire face lit up with a grin. “Oh, that’s a relief. It’s fantastic to meet you, I’m Kim Seokjin. You can call me Jin though.”

Your voice decided to be nice and start working. You held out a hand and he reciprocated with a handshake. “Hi, I’m Y/N. It’s really nice to meet you. Please, do come in.”

He took off his sturdy shoes politely at the doorway and you retreated further into the hallway of your apartment.

You shivered again through your thin top and crossed your arms. God, you were going to have to raise the temperature. It felt like a fridge in here.

Jin turned around with a smile on his face before his eyes went wide. His eyes flickered down your body and quickly flickered back up to your face.

“I’m sorry if this is a bit sudden,” he started, red climbing up his neck and rising up to his cheeks. “I—” His eyes flicked down again before staying resolutely at your face, despite his very red cheeks.

Did you have a stain on your pants or something? You cast your eyes down at yourself and—

Oh.

Your very regrettable decision of turning your A/C up resulted in stiff nipples poking out from your thin top. To make matters worse, your crossed arms emphasized your breasts.

You felt yourself going red as an unflattering squeak left your mouth. Pulling a cardigan from behind the couch (there goes your good first impression), you quickly threaded your arms through the sleeves and covered your chest.

“I am so sorry—”

“It’s alright!” he said, his voice unwieldy. Jin’s eyes widened again as he realized the meaning of his words. “No! I mean— ugh,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.

You giggled as you saw his mature composure crack in front of you. 

“I must seem like a pervert,” Jin groaned. “Here I was, hoping to come off as a cool older brother, and I just,” he shook his head. “Forgive me.”

The awkwardness defused, you laughed again, ultra conscious of your chest. “Please don’t worry about it! I had hoped to make a good first impression as well but look at me! Pulling clothing out of furniture.”

He snorted and you both started laughing, filling up your once silent apartment with sound. 

As the laughter died down, you offered him a seat on your couch. He gladly took the invitation, throwing in a joke about being on his feet all day.

“Yeah, I’m sorry to barge in all of the sudden. I didn’t have your contact information— only your address and I realized that you had no way to get to our house. So, here I am,” he grinned, eyes forming cute half crescents.

“I actually have to thank you for it,” you said, setting down a glass of water in front of him. “I was thinking of going to your house myself but I saw the security around it and I knew I’d probably get detained or something.”

“Well, it’s good that it all lined up so well,” Jin commented. “I better introduce myself, don’t I? I’m just a pediatric doctor with the SNU pediatric group and 26— the oldest of all of us. I was born in Gwacheon and moved to Seoul to attend university.”

You smiled softly, despite your unease at his use of the word “just”. “A pediatric doctor? That’s very nice. What made you want to be a doctor?”

Jin’s smile grew strained and you saw his broad shoulders tense up. 

Feeling like you wanted to hit yourself over the head, you threw out your hands in apology. “I didn’t mean to—”

He shook his head. “Please, don’t worry about it. It’s a common question. I chose this specific profession over the OR or surgery because, as a child, I knew someone who was injured a lot and I couldn’t help them at all.” He grimaced, but pasted on a very good smile. His eyes were crinkled at the edges, his head tilted upwards, but you could see through it. “Now I can, yeah?”

“I get what you mean,” you said sympathetically. You were often sick as a child too, and it was… difficult, when your father was off scampering across half the world. 

Jin straightened up in his seat and lost that faraway look in his eyes, zeroing in on you. “What about you, Y/N? You’re college-age, yeah?”

“Yes, I’m 21 and attend Yonsei University as a junior. Although it’s not as exciting as wanting to be a doctor, I want to be a counselor one day,” you told him, your eyes cast down “I want to help people.”

“That’s really admirable, Y/N. If you ever need any help getting an internship or opportunity, I know some counselors and I’d be more than happy to facilitate a meeting,” Jin smiled warmly at you.

A blush infused your cheeks. “I, ah, thank you. I actually work as an operator on Crisis hotline right now, but I’ll definitely need all the help I can get.”

“Of course! You’re my cute younger sister now.”

“I’ve never had a sibling, I’m very excited to have seven older brothers now,” you grinned.

“Yeah! About that,” he coughed awkwardly, “— are you considering moving in with us? Your father told my mother that you would be moving, but I wasn’t sure if you were completely willing?”

You nodded. “I’m considering it. I’d like to meet everyone first, however. Just to get used to your personalities.”

“Completely understandable, all seven of us can be,” he paused, “—a lot. However, if you’re up for meeting a few of us, I can take you to our house for a visit. I can drop you back and everything.”

“That’d be lovely.”

He waited patiently for you as you locked the door to your apartment, carefully watching you as you stepped into the elevator.

“Where did you park?” you asked, craning your head upwards to look at him. “I hope you weren’t forced to park on the street, it can be very expensive.”

He shook his head. “I found the visitor parking, it’s all good.”

The doctor led you through the underground parking, weaving through cars and concrete beams with ease until you stopped in front of a bright white car with a silver trident in the middle of its grill. Eyes wide, you knew what this car was. Your dad had admired Maseratis for the longest time, and this one looked to be very new.

Jin gestured to the white Maserati, looking unfairly suave in his scrubs and next to his fancy car. “Hop in.”

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Mature Type, Namjoon! 

Chapter 2: Enter the Mature Type, Namjoon!

Jin was a model driver, driving carefully on the streets of Seoul. He looked both ways before crossing an intersection and took slow turns. However, it amused you how he hissed at the console as it beeped to warn him if there was a car or curb too close to him.

However, as you looked out the window, the streets got quieter and the houses a whole lot bigger as you crossed into a residential part of Seoul. You were driving parallel to the Han River, and you saw many people doing water activities or boating to cool off in the hot September weather.

Jin slowed down as you entered an avenue lined by trees and you could see a guardhouse at the end of the picturesque street. However, the two of you avoided the guardhouse completely and took what was presumably the resident’s entrance, where he passed by easily with a scan of a barcode on his tire.

“Do you drive, Y/N?” Jin asked, one elbow resting casually on his open window and the other on his lap.

“No, I never really had time to learn.” More like you never had someone to teach you.

“Okay, so we’ll just need a resident pass for you,” Jin muttered to himself, eyes focused on the street.

He drove through large, green spaces with the occasional building speckling the landscape. You gripped your purse harder. Green spaces unencumbered by large buildings blocking the view were rare in Seoul, the cost of natural land so astronomically high only wealthy business people or very famous celebrities being able to afford places like this. You gulped. Their family was definitely out of your league.

The car stopped in front of a very modern looking townhouse and the garage opened, Jin driving into what seemed to be a much more expansive parking garage under the house. However, instead of boring concrete and fluorescent lighting, sandy colored marble and warm lighting lit the space as you descended through the underground.

Biting your lip as Jin backed in his car easily with just one hand steering the wheel, defined forearms catching your attention, you mentally smacked yourself. He’s your brother, for god’s sake!

You froze up as the doors started to lift up like wings on a butterfly, but relaxed. This level of wealth would definitely take some time to get used to.

He placed a warm palm on your shoulder, his fingertips reaching your collarbones, as he guided you to the entrance, up the dimly lit stairs and to a large, wooden door.

“I wish I could’ve taken you through the front door since it’s much more impressive,” he sighed, and pushed the wooden door open with a thumbprint scanner. “However, welcome to our humble abode.”

An abode it was, but humble was it not. You were only on the ground floor, but the ceilings were very high and you were surrounded by many floor-to-ceiling windows. The main theme of the building was warm marble and dark, rich wood with jewel tones interspersed between.

“Woah,” you breathed out. “You guys have a lot of space.”

“Yeah, “ Jin grimaced. “We kind of need it when some of us like to roughhouse and tend to break things.”

You laughed as he then guided you towards a spacious living room, a large window overlooking the Han River and greenery.

“Sit tight, I’ll get us something to drink,” Jin said, his voice getting fainter as he strode to a room off the massive living room.

Ankles crossed together, you peered at the large room. At first, it looked neat. Everything was in its place and perfectly coordinated by the eye of an expert designer. However, you could see the signs the place was well-lived in. The wear-and-tear of the orange and beige blanket emblazoned with an H that was thrown over the chair of the couch, the mess of wires from various gaming consoles, and even the small depressions on the pillows. 

A shelf of colorful books framed the huge TV and you stood up, perusing them. You expected the books to be typical, non-offensive living room books with dust on the covers but to your surprise, the books on the shelves were well loved with their cracked spines and rounded edges. Tracing over your fingers over the books you whispered the titles to yourself.

Candide, Crime and Punishment, The Metamorphosis…

“I’m sorry, but who are you?”

A deep voice echoed behind you and you jumped in surprise. Whirling around you saw another tall man with neat ash blond hair, glasses neatly perched on his straight nose with a pair of fierce eyes peering out from behind the frames. His charcoal suit was well-fitted to his body and his build reminded you of a tiger; sinewous muscles cording his arms, back, and thighs and tensed, ready to jump into action.

A nervous smile crawled up your lips. “I’m Y/N L/N. Are you one of my new brothers?”

The man relaxed minutely but the fierceness of his eyes did not subside. “I am. I’m Kim Namjoon, it’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N.”

He strode across the room in long, confident strides and took your hand. His handshake was strong and you tightened your grip in response, narrowing your eyes at him. His right eyebrow quirked, but he said nothing as he turned his attention to the bookshelf.

“So, what caught your attention here?” He murmured, tenor voice traveling the length of your spine and stroking your sensitive skin. “Is it… this?”

He pulled out a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, obviously less worn than the rest.

A smirk tugged at your lips. “No, not that one.”

He stared at you longer, before crossing his arms over his powerful chest. “Oh? Enlighten me, then.”

With nimble fingers, you pulled out a red, slim novel and handed it to him. You carefully tracked his reaction as he took it from your hands, face and eyes saying nothing. He ran a thumb over the agonized face on the cover, and you felt a shiver go down your arm at the sheer sensuousness of it.

“Clockwork Orange,” he breathed out. “Interesting. Are you a Lit Major?”

You continued to stare at the bookshelf, feeling his eyes boring holes into your face. “No, I’m not. I’m majoring in psychology.”

He hummed, eyes tracing the rough artwork of the novel’s cover. “I liked psychology, but at that point I was already double-majoring. I majored in philosophy and business, which are not as different than they seem.”

“Are you out of university, then?” you asked, trying to keep your tone casual.

Namjoon nodded affirmatively. “I’m 24, but I matriculated at SNU when I was 18. I run a conglomerate group now.”

Trying to keep your mouth from falling open in shock— what kind of twenty something year old owned a large business, much less a conglomerate— you nodded coolly.

“Given or made?” you questioned, an edge in your voice. Something about Namjoon made you want to test him, to prod at him constantly.

His fierce eyes turned to you and they blazed. 

“Made.”

Your lips lifted upwards, minutely, until you heard a clinking of glasses.

“Y/N? Sister-dearest? I got you— oh!”

Jin stopped in shock at the sight of you two seemingly huddled together in front of the book case.

“Do you two know each other?” Jin asked, absolutely bemused, as he set down a pitcher and some glasses on the coffee table.

“We don’t,” Namjoon answered. “However,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “—I can see we’ll get along nicely.”

You did not get the same impression, but you digressed. He was one of your brothers now. Another factor was that one of his biceps, even though it was hidden inside his suit jacket, looked like it could strangle you.

Jin continued to stare in suspicion, before shrugging his wide shoulders and settling down on the couch.

“So what were you chatting about then?”

“A couple of books I had on the shelf. Y/N has some interesting taste,” Namjoon commented.

Jin snorted into his water with lemon. “Oh, ew, now I have two bookworms as siblings? Reading was the worst part of university. I liked all the practical stuff.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe that rational parents would let you near their kids,” Namjoon retorted, helping himself to a glass.

“And I can’t believe some women come near you,” Seokjin replied heatedly.

The two of them stared at each other seriously before breaking out in guffaws, hiding your expression behind your glass of water. This was such a weird dynamic and it was only two of them. Well, the best you could do was adapt the situation.

Just like you always had.

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Rough Type, Jungkook! 

Chapter 3: Enter the Rough Type, Jungkook!

As the three of you chatted about yourselves (apparently, some of the brothers were biologically Seoyeon’s children or were adopted), Jin’s eye caught the clock behind you and his eyes widened.

“Oh dear, it’s almost 6 o’clock,” Jin fretted, leaping up from the couch. “Everyone should be arriving home soon– excuse me,” he said as he retreated into the kitchen.

“Ah, I guess that means I should get going,” you said apologetically to Namjoon, standing up and straightening your ruffled skirt.

“Please, stay for dinner,” Namjoon smiled, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Yeah, Y/N, stay for dinner!” Jin yelled from the kitchen.

“I mean, if you’re sure…” you trailed off, hoping you could stay. You felt too lazy to cook for yourself tonight.

“Please do, we hope to see you a lot more around here,” Namjoon said, warm smiling at you.

The security system dinged, signalling a door had opened within the house. Namjoon’s ears perked up.

His eyes flew towards the doorway. “That must be Taehyung or Jungkook, coming in. They’re usually the first to arrive.”

You wondered why both of those names seemed familiar and a heavy door slammed shut.

“Jungkook-ah! Your new sister is here! Come and greet her, you punk!”

The footsteps thud to a halt at the foot of the steps and you spin around in your seat.

In the hallway, a buff man in a loose-fitting white t-shirt and grey joggers stood in front of you. In almost humorous contrast to his hulking, muscled body, the cutest face with big eyes and pouty lips you have seen peered at you.

He looked familiar to you and you bit your lip, trying to figure out where you had seen him. Oh wait! Charger guy!

“Jungkook! You’re in my Calculus class, right?”

“Yeah…” he whispered, looking at you like he saw a ghost.

“It’s so funny that you’re here. It’s nice to meet you as my brother,” you grinned at him, tilting your head to the side.

He nodded mindlessly, frozen at his spot in the hallway.

“Jungkook? Are you good?” you prodded.

Namjoon snorted as he kept on typing into his phone. “Jungkook can’t speak to girls, so he gets frozen like this from time to time. Hyung, you fix him.”

“I’m cooking, you dolt!”

“And I’m trying to earn money so I can provide the food. Go.”

Jin shot you a look, as if exclaiming “look at how I’m treated around here!”, and dusted off his hands. Striding over to a frozen Jungkook, Jin poked Jungkook’s very built chest.

Jungkook still didn’t move and Jin pursed his lips. He poked him again. “Yah! Why aren’t you working?!”

The youngest brother broke out from his trance and looked at Jin seriously. 

“No.”

“Pardon?” you asked, wondering if you misheard.

“No.” Jungkook shook his mass of black, shaggy hair and ran a tattooed hand through it, looking in disbelief at the ground. “No, no, no, no, no no.”

Your slight smile is frozen on your face and you feel your shoulders tense up and, nervously, you look to Jin.

“Jungkook—“

“Fuck!” He threw his hands in the air. Jungkook pointed a finger at you, a line creasing at his forehead. “I did not sign up for this! Fuck!” 

Spinning around, he marched back into the hall and you could see the powerful muscles in his back tense through his thin t-shirt.

“Well…”

Jin, with his hands rubbing his temples, sighed heavily and deflated at the counter. “God, I’m sorry about that Y/N. I don’t know why Jungkookie is acting like that; he’s normally really amiable and nice.”

You laugh softly, trying to defuse the awkward tension that had settled around the kitchen. “Jin-ssi, please don’t worry about it. It’s a huge shift in his life and some people are going to take it harder than others. It’ll take some time, but I’m sure he’ll get used to me being his sister.”

Namjoon scrutinized you with hooded eyes. “You’re very kind. I hope my brothers don’t take advantage of it.”

Your grin cracked a bit. “We’re family. I don’t mind.”

—————

Jungkook would not come down from his room, despite the hilarious mix of threats, blackmail, and aegyo Jin tried to coerce him down with.

You could hear Jin rapid-fire lecturing Jungkook outside Jungkook’s bedroom door and Namjoon sighed, his temples in his hands. 

“Hyung, just give up. The kid’s being moody again.”

Jin acquiesced with ill grace, throwing in a last good “You punk!” up the stairs. He stomped down the carpeted stair well, retying his apron and set to reheat many of the things.

“See if I feed him tonight, that ungrateful brat…” Jin hissed, moodily chopping some screen onions.

Namjoon leaned towards you and beckoned your ear towards his and you obeyed, curious. His scent wafted towards you, yet was not as punchy as a normal cologne. It was subtle and musky, carrying notes of old books and bergamot. Perhaps it was a lotion?

“Jin says that all the time, but will leave him leftovers anyways,” Namjoon whispered into your ear, making you unconsciously shiver. “He’s too much of a pushover.”

You snorted as Jin came out of the kitchen with a dish in hands. “Yah, what was that, Namjoon?”

“Just commenting on how good your food is, hyung,” Namjoon replied coolly and leaning away from you.

Jin glanced suspiciously at Namjoon, before setting down the dish. You gasped, immediately getting to your feet.

“Oh, I’ve been such a rude guest! Can I help in any way? Set out the dishes or something?”

The apron-clad doctor clutched his heart, and wailed, “Look! My cute dongsaeng! Finally, a member of this household that is kind and offers to do their part!” Jin’s voice got progressively louder as he directed his voice up the stairs.

You muffled your laugh with a cough, and turned to Jin again. “Jin-ssi?”

Jin shook his head, clicking his tongue as he directed you to stay in your seat. “No, sweetheart, you’re a guest. Joonie-ah, set out the plates.”

Namjoon got up to get the plates, but as he did, his phone buzzed. Namjoon’s forehead creased as he looked at whatever was on his screen.

“Hyung, Taehyung-ah won’t be here today. Apparently his shoot on Jeju is lasting over night.”

Jin sighed, bustling around the kitchen. “How about Hoseok? Yoongi? I know Chimmy is out of the country right now.”

Taehyung, Hoseok, Yoongi, Chimmy, you memorized in your head. These were the four brothers you had yet to meet.

Namjoon snorted and put down the silverware, forks and spoons tinkling brightly. “You know Yoongi— he’s like a stray cat. He’ll be here when he wants. As for Hoseok, I think he might’ve just fallen asleep at the studio.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I wish I could’ve introduced you to our other brothers,” Jin apologized. “Now, you’re just stuck with us two grandpas.”

You shook your head. “I’m just happy I could have dinner with you guys. Thank you for inviting me over.”

Jin watched you with a fond smile and Namjoon contemplated you carefully again.

Everything was set out and the three of you dug into Jin’s delicious food.

“Jin-ssi, this is very good. Your food tastes delicious. Did you put brown sugar into the sauce? It really rounds out the taste,” you complimented.

“I haven’t heard a compliment from these ungrateful brats about my cooking for 10 years,” Jin sighed dramatically. “Such a cute dongsaeng.”

Namjoon shook his head at Jin’s immature antics. “I might as well introduce you to Jungkook, since he elected not to do it himself.”

“You seemed to know him from university, yes?” Jin asked.

Nodding, you dabbed your mouth with a napkin. “I know of him, yes. He’s in my calculus class? Although, I feel like I might’ve had him in some of my core curriculum classes.”

“Jungkook is at Yonsei for a technology degree, although at first he was reluctant to go to university,” Namjoon revealed. “He wanted to be a Pro-Gamer and streamer full-time, but Seoyeon, Hyung, and I convinced him to get a degree.”

“He chose technology because he wants to combine his passion for gaming and technology into something in the future,” Jin continued, taking a sip of his water.

“That’s a very smart move of his,” you said politely. You wondered why Namjoon referred to his mother as ‘Seoyeon’. Maybe he was one of the adopted ones?

“That brat upstairs might look like he just screams at the monitor and works out, but he’s much more,” Namjoon reflected.

———- 

When you were cleaning up, you felt bad that Jungkook hadn’t had dinner yet. That man must need like four square meals a day and tons of snacks to keep up his bulk.

“Jin-ssi, Namjoon-ssi, I’m going to deliver some food to Jungkook. He must be hungry,” you called out, scraping some of the food onto a plate.

“You don’t have too, Y/N, he usually sneaks down to get something from the fridge,” Namjoon said as he typed furiously on his phone.

“Don’t worry about it, I want to help him,” you grinned, climbing up the stairs.

Namjoon mumbled something suspiciously like, “You’re too kind for your own good” but you had already gotten to the second landing. Stopping in front of Jungkook’s door, you knocked.

“Jungkook-ssi?” you said when no one responded. “You must be a bit hungry, so I just got a plate together for you.”

Complete radio silence. 

Exhaling sharply through your nostrils, you pouted and bent down to set down the plate next to his doorway.

“Well, if you change your mind, I put it next to your door. I’ll be going now!”

You strode down the hallway, making sure your footsteps trailed off. You hid behind a corner, making sure to conceal yourself completely.

After waiting a few minutes, you were sure he wasn’t going to come out  but his door clicked open and Jungkook emerged in a grey-blue hoodie. He took a surreptitious glance around the hallway before his eyes found you behind the corner.

Blushing, you decided to wave at him. To your surprise, instead of scowling or ignoring you completely, Jungkook’s face turned tomato red as he hurriedly gathered up the plate and slammed his door.

You scratched your head. Maybe he was shy or something.

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Bright Type, Hoseok! 

Chapter 5: Enter the Bright Type, Hoseok!

“So, how were your brothers? Nice? Weird? Ugly?” Hyerim pestered as you walked by the subway.

You bit your lip. “Um, really different?”

Hyerim fixed you a look.

“Okay, so I met three out of the seven yesterday. The oldest one— his name is Seokjin, but I call him Jin— is 26 and he’s a pediatric doctor. The other one—”

“Wait, Seokjin?” Your friend squinted at you. “Does he happen to work at SNU Pediatric Group?”

Blinking, you turned to her. “Yeah? How the hell did you know that?”

Hyerim let out a half strangled scream as you stepped down the stairs of the station. You were instantly surrounded by dozens of power blue ads with a purple suit-clad man in the middle, perhaps in the middle of a hip trust, all reading Happy Birthday in aesthetic cursive.

“Hoe! He’s my brother’s fucking doctor, I can’t believe this!”

Your eyebrows nearly touched your forehead. “Shit, really?”

“Yes! Holy shit, did you not listen to me complaining to you about how hot he was? And now he’s your fucking brother? The star must’ve aligned for me! This must mean the rest of the brothers are good looking!” Hyerim squealed.

“Does Jongin not exist anymore?” you asked as you both swiped your subway passes.

“Shhh, just because I’m off the market doesn’t mean I don’t get to look,” she giggled, her pony tail swishing back and forth.

You shook your head, amused at her antics, and continued.

“Anyways, the other brother I met is some fancy-schmancy businessman. Namjoon-ssi is 25? 24? He’s older than me but graduated from college when he was just 18.”

Hyerim’s eyes took on a perverted light and she simpered underneath her hand. “Oh? Am I hearing of sugar daddy material?”

You squawked and hit her shoulder. “Hyerim, stop! These are my brothers, not matches on Tinder!”

“I don’t care, you need a boyfriend— even if it’s a secret and taboo one,” Hyerim said, pushing her hair off her shoulder.

Rolling your eyes, you sat down in a seat next to her. “Anyways, the boys invited me to dinner again tonight in hopes we’ll catch more of the boys in the house. Jin-ssi says trying to get them all in one place is like waiting for a blue moon�� it’s very rare.”

“So are you going straight there or going home to change?”

Shaking your head, you gestured at a laminated white pass in your hands. “I wanted to get there early today so I can go home early. Jin-ssi drove me home last night and I don’t want him to be caught in rush hour traffic again.”

Hyerim peered at the pass in your hands. “Hannam the Hill? Hey, doesn’t Han Hyo-joo live there? The actress from Brilliant Legacy?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you leaned into the hard plastic seat. “I don’t know. Probably? All I know is that the place where they live is very ritzy and takes like two security gates to get into.”

“Okay, they’re all sugar daddy material then,” Hyerim commented. She ducked to avoid a hit over the head and you huffed, crossing your arms.

“Stop, they all do pretty well for themselves and I heard my stepmother is some fancy businesswoman from a well-to-do family. They’re just my family now.”

“The train is approaching Yangwon station. I repeat the train is approaching Yangwon station,” the bright voice announced over the intercom.

“Oh, that’s my stop,” you remembered. 

“Wait, you said you met another brother. Who is he?” Hyerim asked as she patted her nose with a compact.

The train slowed to a stop and you got up.

“My other brother is Jungkook. The one from our Calculus class? The streamer?”

Smirking, you dramatically walked away and heard Hyerim’s shriek of disbelief as you stepped onto the train platform.

————— 

“I’m sorry, what?” you asked the guard in disbelief.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but your visitor pass has expired,” the security guard said calmly, eyes scanning you detachedly. Like you were another crazy female.

You were going to kill Jin. Forget his awesome jajamyeon, you’ll bitch-slap both him and Namjoon into another dimension.

“Are you sure you can’t just let me in? Like, call the house or something,” you asked desperately, hands crumpling the visitor pass.

The guard looked like he desperately wanted to roll his eyes, but he picked up his corded phone.

“Building 10, yes?” he asked boredly.

“Yes.”

He waited for the call to be picked up but after several rings, no one picked up.

“Apologies ma’am, but no one appears to be at the house. If you’re done, I’d like to ask you to leave and come back later,” the man said with an air of finality, and turned back to his station and looked at the 6 monitors surrounding his desk.

Your mouth open, you were aghast at his lack of sympathy. He could’ve at least offered for you to let you wait! It was nearing sun down and the boys had invited you to dinner again, and it would be rude to be late.

You don’t even know why they needed this much security. Sure, Namjoon was the CEO of a large conglomeration but wasn’t as high profile as Samsung’s chairman or someone crazy like that. It wasn’t like one of your brothers was a high-profile celebrity, right?

Standing on the sidewalk and looking like an idiot, you decided to call one of your damn brothers. Huffing, you flipped open your phone and selected Jin’s contact. After several rings, the call picked up.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Jin-ssi, sorry to bother you right now. I’m sure you’re busy right now,” you apologized, accidentally meeting eyes with the security guard who stared at you suspiciously.

“You’re fine! Is everything alright?” Jin asked, his voice tinged by concern.

You bit your lip as the security guard raised an eyebrow and picked up his phone, his eyes not letting go of you the entire time.

“I’m trying to get to the house, but the guard told me the visitor pass expired,” you explained, breath hitching as the guard spoke rapidly into the phone.

Jin swore over the phone, the sound muffled as he moved his phone away from his face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, Namjoon and I were so sure it was still active. Sit tight wherever you are, I’m texting one of the boys to get you through the gate. Hoseok is about a few minutes away from you.”

“Um, I don’t mean to rush,” you said, eyes widening as the man gestured to get out of the guardhouse, “— but I think the guard is about to detain me.”

“Goddamn security,” Jin hissed. “I’m calling the guard office right now, I am so sorry.”

He hung up and the guard continued to advance towards you, and you grasped your phone a bit tighter. The summer humidity suddenly pressed into your skin, slipped between your waistband and collar to make you sweat. Your eyes flickered to the station. No one was in the guard office to take Jin’s call so you steeled for yourself for what was about to be an ugly confrontation.

“Ma’am, I firmly ask you to leave the premises before I am forced to—”

“Y/N!”

The guard and you turned in the direction of the sound, and you saw a man in a bright yellow windbreaker and black sport shorts somehow jogging towards you in socks and sandals.

“Y/N,” he said, out of breath, as he stopped in front of you and the security guard. He held out a hand as he put his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

“Hoseok-nim,” the guard bowed in respect, “Do you perhaps know this young lady?”

You got a good glimpse of him as he lifted his head and tennis cap. He pulled down his white mask and you saw his pointed nose, unfairly smooth skin, and sharp chin. You sobbed inwardly. Did all of your brothers miraculously get the luckiest scratch off tickets for the genetic jackpot? The man grinned at you and nodded in affirmative at the guard.

“Yes, I do,” Hoseok said, straightening up.

“I’m sorry, the young lady did not have the proper credentials to enter. My apologies.” The guard continued, speaking to Hoseok as if you did not exist.

Hoseok’s happy expression vanished and his brows furrowed. “Please, don’t apologize to me. My sister looked frightened. My brothers and I would appreciate it if you treated her a bit more politely.”

You hadn’t even noticed how frightened you were as you felt a drop of sweat roll down your temple and the shivers stop.

“I apologize, young lady,” the security guard said, taking off his cap and bowing politely. You smiled tightly and accepted with grace, gesturing for him to get up.

“That being said, we haven’t had time to get her resident pass processed. I’d like to add her to a list of visitors so a mix-up like this will not happen again,” Hoseok said seriously, staring down the security guard underneath his tennis logo cap and eccentric outfit. It almost put a smile to your lips, to see a beefy man in a suit and tie nearly cower under a boy at least half his age and centimeters shorter than him.

“Of course. Hoseok-nim, young lady,” he bowed, and the security guard scurried towards the office.

Hoseok turned towards you and his face brightened, rounded cheeks pulled upwards. “Hi Y/N, I’m so sorry for this mess,” he said, eyes shining with regret.

“I completely understand,” you placated. “You’re… Hoseok-ssi, right?”

He beamed. “Yes, I’m Hoseok. I’m 24, the middle brother. Please, call me oppa, we’re siblings now!”

He slung an arm over your shoulder and you couldn’t help but beam along with him. His bright energy was so infectious and immediately warmed you to him, drawing you into his orbit.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you replied, smile tugging at your lips. “I’m Y/N, 21 years old.”

“I’m so excited to have a cute younger sister,” Hoseok confessed as he walked you through the streets towards the house. “I was always jealous of my friends that could take care of their younger sisters, even though they acted like they were annoyed by them.”

You grinned more brightly. “Me too. I’ve been an only child all my life and having seven new brothers is very exciting to me.”

“You might want to take that back when you’ve met all of us,” Hoseok laughed. “You’ve met Jin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, Jungkook-ah, right?”

Nodding, you spoke, “Yes, I have. Jin-ssi and Namjoon-ssi are very nice to me, but I don’t think Jungkook-ssi liked me very much…”

Hoseok waved it away. “Don’t worry, Kookie-ah doesn’t socialize well with girls. Or people. It took him ages to warm up to us after he got back from his grandparents.”

“Kookie-ah?” you asked curiously.

“Yes,” Hoseok grinned as he turned you onto a familiar street. “It’s our nickname for our youngest. He’s too cute not to tease.” Hoseok frowned as he remembered something. “Even though he is taller than me now.”

Hoseok was pretty tall himself, and you were starting to think that if you all took a family photo one day you’d look like the dwarf in the middle. Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook just towered over you.

“On the other note, what do you do, Y/N? I’m curious about what my younger sister does.”

“I’m a university student at Yonsei, Hoseok-ssi,” you coughed, still not comfortable calling anybody oppa. “I’m studying psychology so I can be a counselor.”

“Yonsei? So my dongsaeng is a smart nut, I see,” Hoseok teased. “Did you know Jungkook before you met him as your brother?”

You shook your head. “I saw him around, but I only knew of him. What about you, Hoseok-ssi? What do you do?”

“I’m a dancer,” Hoseok announced, the house getting closer in view. “I’m part of this dance group, Neuron. We travel to perform and compete in competitions.”

“That’s awesome!” you clapped. “You must be very persistent. I tried ballet when I was younger and it was a disaster.”

“I haven’t heard that before,” Hoseok said, looking curiously at you. “Most people have told me I must be very talented or pull girls easily. But you’re right, I worked very hard.”

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I just see through people.”

Hoseok guided you up the front steps of the doorway, fumbling through his pants to get his key. As he unlocked the front door, you heard the rumbling of a car going through the streets.

Going at least 100 kilometers per hour, a metallic blue Lamborghini skidded to a halt in front of the house. The weird doors stretched upwards and you saw both Jin and Namjoon emerge from the car.

“Y/N? Baby? Are you alright?” Jin asked worriedly, running up the front door.

“I’m good, Jin-ssi,” you comforted but he ignored it, taking your face in your hands and tilting your head to his view.

“Aish, those damn security guards!” Jin complained, clutching you to his chest and turning to Namjoon. “It’s your fault! Why did you give her that pass! She could’ve been detained! Put into cuffs like—like a criminal!” he ended dramatically.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted. “Me? You’re the one who got it!”

As the two descended into bickering, you peered at Hoseok from in between Jin’s arms. Your eyes screamed save me!

Hoeseok helpfully pried you from the still arguing doctor’s arms.

“Sorry about that, Jin is a bit protective over all of us— he practically raised us. We call him our mom sometimes,” Hoseok revealed, getting you into the house and leaving the now huffing and puffing duo on the doorsteps.

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Moody Type, Taehyung! 

Chapter 7: Enter the Moody Type, Taehyung!

As you entered the house, the faint strings of what might be a Daniel Caesar song flowed throughout the house.

“Oh goodie, Taehyung must be here!,” Jin clapped, setting down his keys on a hook near the door. 

Namjoon snorted. “He’s the only one of us that listens to this moody shit.”

Through drought and famine, natural disaster, my baby has been around for me.

A door slammed somewhere on the ground level, and the click clack of heeled boots echoed like muffled gunshots on the marble of the house.

Kingdoms have fallen, angels be calling, none of that could ever make me leave.

Turning the corner, your heart stopped.

Leaning on the wooden doorway was the most heart-breakingly beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. His dyed ash-grey hair was messy around his face, but behind his bangs peeked half-lidded eyes shaped like tear drops. A strong nose and pink lips, like the petals of a flower, were parted open as he stared through you.

“Oh? Is this our new sister?” he said softly, his gravelly voice filling the hall.

You grinned uneasily, fighting off the urge to cover yourself with a blanket or something. It wasn’t that his gaze was improper; those mercurial eyes just seemed to look through you.

“Taehyung, meet Y/N. She is our stepfather’s daughter,” Jin said carefully, eyes flicking between you like a tennis match.

It’s not fair, you thought. His clothes shouldn’t even match. The silky sleeveless tee had a paintbrush stroke across the chest and was bunched into baggy canvas pants covered in paint. It should’ve made him look like those wacky tube inflatables near car dealerships yet he looked like he walked out of a magazine.

“It’s nice to see you, Y/N,” Taehyung nearly whispered, head tilted to the side like he was evaluating a particular interesting museum installation. He made no move to shake your hand or embrace you.

“And you too, Taehyung-ssi,” you replied, bowing politely. He inclined his head.

“Well, I better get back to my red room. My pretties are coming along nicely,” Taehyung pronounced matter-a-factly, spinning sharply around to disappear into the dimly lit hall.

Namjoon face-palmed. “Well, now it sounds like he has a kinky sex dungeon. He just sees the world a bit differently than us, that’s all. It took some time for us to interpret his words when he came to us; for example, his pretties are his photographs.” The businessman looked suddenly pensieve. “Perhaps that’s why he’s so good at what he does.”

“Oh? What does Taehyung-ssi do?” you inquired, feeling like a strong breeze had swept into the room and left as suddenly as it came. You know that feeling? Where your skin tingles in the aftermath, your lips are suddenly dry, and like you could be knocked over the lightest touch.

“He’s a magazine editor, Y/N-ah,” Hoseok grins, putting down his heavy dancer bag on the couch carelessly. “It’s this really new-age, artsy magazine with a cult following. Maybe you’ve seen it? I think he named it something cryptic like ‘V’.”

“I’ll look into it, then,” you beamed, hoping to diffuse the weird tension that had settled on your shoulders.

———- 

Hoseok excused himself to take a shower and Namjoon had to take an important phone call, so it was just you and Jin left.

“Well, I know us five are at least here, and I know Jungkook is due to arrive soon from the gym. However, I don’t know if someone is going to drop by so I just leave an extra plate in the fridge just in case,” Jin said, stroking his chin.

“So, what’s on the menu today?” you asked playfully, taking a seat on the barstool.

Jin ruffled through the fridge, the fluorescent light highlighting his casual t-shirt. “Well, with what we have in the fridge, I can make some Chap-Chae and perhaps Kimchi Jjigae. However, we’d have a lot of chicken left and we need to eat it soon. Hm…”

“Jin-ssi, I know a good chicken recipe. Dakgangjeong? It’s this crispy fried chicken slathered in sweet and spicy sauce.”

The doctor frowned for a moment, leaning against the countertop.

“Is someone allergic? Or doesn’t like Chicken?” you asked worriedly, biting your lips.

Jin shook his head and chuckled. “No, everyone really likes fried chicken here. I’m just trying to remember if we have the ingredients.”

“That’s a relief, because it’s one of my favorite comfort meals.”

Opening the pantry, he bent down to look for something. “I think we do have everything here, thank goodness,” he grinned at you as he got up. “Do you cook a lot?”

“Yup, it’s my hobby,” you revealed, washing your hands at the sink. “I had to learn how to give myself food as a child.”

“Okay, awesome! You get started on the chicken and I’ll do the other dishes,” Jin said brightly, putting some ingredients on the table.

“Sounds good to me!”

You probably weren’t meant to hear it, but Jin giggled underneath his breath, “I have a sous-chef now.”

————

You put the finishing garnishes on your chicken and stepped back. The glaze looked very savory underneath the kitchen lights and dipping your finger into your glaze pot, it also tasted very good as well.

By the looks of it, Jin had finished with his two dishes. Wiping his hands with a towel, he put his hands on his hips and yelled, “Children! Get down here to eat, you punks!” 

As soon as you set down your plate of chicken, a multitude of footsteps resounded throughout the house.

Namjoon strode in first, only in a white shirt and trousers, and nodded coolly at you. The man looked very attractive out of his form-fitting workwear, and you wish your gaze hadn’t lingered on his tan, exposed skin.

Hoseok and Jungkook came in second, rough-housing with each other in the doorway before taking their seats. Hoseok greeted you brightly but Jungkook stared at you without a word before averting his gaze.

Finally, V came into the dining room in a more casual outfit of an oversized shirt and lounge pants, but still exuded an air of effortless grace. He grinned at everyone and plopped down into his chair.

“Alright everyone, eat up!” Jin fussed, setting down the steaming hot bowl and plate he was somehow carrying. You trailed after him with your dish grasped with both hands, hoping you wouldn’t accidentally trip and spill your hard work over the very expensive carpet.

You had to lean over Jungkook to place your chicken in the middle and you heard a startled “eep!” from beside you.

“Jungkook-ssi, are you alright?” You asked, sitting down in your seat next to him.

He nodded wordlessly, his ears red and gaze intensely focused on his plate. Running your eyes over him, you shrugged and grabbed your chopsticks.

The whole family dug in, loud and boisterous as people argued over which cut was better and devolved into personal attacks. Something warm curled up in your chest and warmed your cheeks, hoping to constrain the ridiculous smile that threatened to split your face. Is this how family looks like?

Watching Jungkook engage Taehyung in a very one sided conversation about the benefits of eating a certain part of the meat versus the other was very different than your empty apartment and lukewarm food.

“Wah, hyung, you’ve really outdid yourself with the chicken,” Hoseok gushed as he took a big bite of your chicken. “Please make it for us more!”

Jin chuckled, and set his chopsticks down. “I didn’t make it, so you’d have to ask her if you want more.”

Namjoon, with a strange light in his eyes, gestured to the nearly empty chicken plate with his chopsticks. “You… made this?”

Nodding in affirmative, you took a sip of your cola and cleared your throat. “Yes, I hope you guys liked it.”

Jungkook choked on his water and Jin rushed over to roughly pat his back. “Breath Jungkookie, breath!”

Hoseok yelled in delight and took out his handphone. “My cute little sister made this for me? Wow, my friends are going to be so jealous!” he grinned, snapping a few nice pictures of your glazed chicken.

Jungkook recovered at this point and was trying to fend off mother-hen Jin. “Hyung, I’m fine! I swear! You don’t have to baby me!,” he whined, cheeks red. “Besides, it was probably a bone or something.”

Your oldest brother huffed and sat back roughly into his seat, muttering something about ungrateful kids, while you tried to roll Jungkook’s comment over in your head. Bone? You used boneless chicken?

Deciding to push it away from your mind, you discreetly glanced at your cell phone and realized it was nearing 8 o’clock.

“Oh dear,” you muttered, catching the attention of the men at the table. “It’s almost 8 o’clock and I need to get home to water my plants,” you fretted.

As if on cue, a crack of thunder shook the table and you heard the rain start to hound at the windows and walls.

“Well, I be-leaf they’re getting watered,” Jin commented, cleaning up the last parts of his plate.

Staring at him in disbelief, you started to giggle and soon you were clutching your stomach with how hard you were laughing. 

“Did she like his shitty joke that much?” Jungkook whispered not so discreetly to Namjoon, who looked a bit weirded out himself.

“I’ve- I’ve never met a man with such awful jokes,” you laughed, wiping a tear from your eyes. “But I can’t help finding them so funny.”

The doctor aha-ed and pointed at Jungkook. “See? My jokes are so bad that they’re good!”

Snorting in disbelief, the youngest brother leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his built chest. “She’s our sister, she’s obligated to,” he murmurs sulkily. He sneaks a peek at you and you giggle at his adorable moodiness, to which he reddens and avoids your gaze.

Namjoon looked worriedly out the window, quickly turning on the news with his phone.

“— strong windstorms and rains are going to be surrounding Seoul overnight—”

“I can’t, in good conscience, let you go back home in this weather,” Namjoon stated, eyes flickering between you and the loud weather outside.

You hesitated. You were kind of worried for Mr. Ukyo, your cute succulent on the porch. “I—”

“Y/N, please,” Hoseok begged. “What kind of brothers would we be if we left you alone tonight? Stay in. We have a guest room with all the stuff you need.”

“I… okay. Thank you guys,” you smiled uneasily.

Hoseok laughed and patted your back as he got up to put his plate away.

“Sleepover…” Taehyung mumbled as he passed by you. On his way out the door, he gave you a boxy smile that tugged at something in your head.

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Cool Type, Yoongi! 

Chapter 7: Enter the Cool Type, Yoongi!

“Hi, my cute dongsaeng!” announced Hoseok as he strode into your guest room. “I come bearing gifts!”

You grinned at your exuberant brother as he danced through your doorway, having a pile of stuff in his arms.

“We usually don’t have guests over, but sometimes our mother stays at the house and now we have a bunch of, uh, woman stuff,” Hoseok coughed.

“Thank you, Hoseok-ssi,” you said, moving to sort through the items.

“Call me oppa,” Hoseok whined.

Namjoon peeked through your doorway and saw Hoseok pouting at you, and instantly wacked the back of his head.

“Yah, you literally just met her today. Let her grow more comfortable with us first,” the businessman scolded, before turning to you.

“We have some t-shirts and shorts that don’t fit Jungkook anymore but please don’t tell him that we kept his childhood items,” Namjoon shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “I got you a toothbrush and toothpaste, plus some face products.

“You’re really kind, I feel like I’m in a hotel,” you joked, moving to plug your phone into the wall outlet. The place felt like your hotel suite suddenly got upgraded. This guest room was bigger than your entire living room and everything was so nicely decorated, you couldn’t help but gawk like a tourist at the fancy light fixtures and furniture. Maybe if you broke a vase you’d have to work in a host club...

“Ah, really? That’s nice to hear,” Namjoon said, sitting down in an armchair near the window overlooking Seoul and the Han River. He steepled his fingers together, tilting his head at you. “However, if you moved in, this room would be yours.”

Your slight smile turned slightly downwards and Hoseok, sensing the change of mood easily, turned over and whacked Namjoon over his head.

“Who’s the one going too fast now?” Hoseok retorted, before plopping down on the chair opposite of Namjoon.

“No, no, you’re fine, Namjoon-ssi,” you acknowledged. “I just… I don’t want to intrude. Plus, the amount of testosterone in this building…” you trailed off.

“Y/N-ah, we just met you but we already know you’d be a good fit with our family,” Hoseok said, smiling softly at you. “Seriously.”

“I don’t want to seem overbearing and I know you’re very independent, but the idea of you living alone worries Jin-hyung and I,” Namjoon confessed, wringing his hands and looking towards the window. “What happens if there is any emergency? Or you got sick? It’d be hard for us to take care of you.”

Tears welled up at the edge of your vision and your mouth twitched downwards. Quickly pressing a hand to your mouth, you averted your eyes from the boys.

“Y/N-ssi, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” Namjoon asked worriedly, getting up from the armchair.

You waved him away, discreetly wiping your nose. “I-I’m fine, Namjoon-ssi. Really. I’m just really emotional all the sudden, that’s all.”

“Y/N-ah, are you sure?” Hoseok piped in concern, craning his neck to see your face.

A hand thrust some tissues in front of you and you took them gratefully, dabbing at your eyes.

“I- I just…” you sucked a breath in, and turned towards the fretful pair of brothers. You suddenly beamed at them, eyes crinkling into crescents and grin splitting your cheeks despite the visible tear tracks on your cheeks. “I’ve never had someone care for me. Thank you.”

The two boys felt their heart stutter at the surprisingly vulnerable confession from the ever-polite yet distant you. They shared a look.

We’re in trouble.

———-

The house quieted down and all the lights were turned out as the rain seemed to get louder. However, despite the busy day, you tossed and turned in the very comfy cotton sheets.

Turning on your side, you watched the rain stream down your window in awe. While the window was big, a building partially blocked your view of the Han river and the Seoul skyline. You unplugged your phone from the charger on the wall and looked at the time. 1 A.M.

For some reason, you couldn’t sleep. Perhaps it was the unfamiliar environment or the dozens of thoughts crowding your head, but you couldn’t force your head to turn off despite counting hundreds of sheep.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you untangled yourself from the sheets and set your feet on the heated marble. Padding quietly to the door, you tried your best to open and close the heavy wooden door softly.

The house seemed bigger when it was not filled by the loud voices and eclectic, varied personalities of your brothers. Clutching a throw blanket over your shoulders, you made your way down the stairwell with only the city’s lights shining through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows around the house.

Flicking the low lights on in the kitchen, you searched the many cabinets for where they kept their tea packets. You finally found a jar of chamomile tea in a corner of the pantry, turning on the tea kettle and waiting for it to boil.

Leaning against the corner, your eyes got accustomed to the dark of the living room and roved over the personal effects of the brothers. There was a large picture of all seven boys on the mantle of the fireplace with their mother sitting in the middle, however, you could not see the faces of the two brothers you had not met due to the reflection in the glass.

Could you see yourself living here? With the amiable and fussy Jin, and the mature, erudite Namjoon? Wake up every morning to see the infectiously bright Hoseok at the counter and the mercurial Taehyung floating through the house like a wraith? Even go to school with your confusing classmate, Jungkook?

The kettle whistled loudly and you took it off its burner, pouring water into a cup. Flicking off the underhead lights in the kitchen, you padded towards the living room and curled up on the outrageously soft, leather couch. Blowing on your tea, you took a sip as you gazed in wonder at the rain streaming rivers over the large, bay window.

For years, the rain had been your only friend when your father traipsed the globe. It had softly knocked at your window to check if you were okay when you were sick and playfully splashed you when you were sad. The rain sang you to sleep every night when you were young and alone, afraid of the thundering din outside.

Looking at the portrait of the seven boys, you saw a new family.

Smiling into your tea cup, your mind was made up.

A loud beep rang throughout the house and a click reached your ears. Your eyes tried to look through the darkness at the basement entrance, where a figure clad in all black emerged. Feeling a momentary panic seize your heart, your fingers tightened over your mug and you tried to think straight. This was probably your other brother, Yoongi or Chimmy.

“Oh? Who are you?” A raspy voice said, shutting the door behind him. “Are you one of my brother’s girlfriends?”

Shaking your head, you got to your feet. “No, I’m your new sister, Y/N L/N.”

The figure made an affirmative noise and removed his shoes at the massive shoe closet next to the entrance. “Ah, I see. I’m Yoongi, your second oldest brother.”

A crack of thunder shook the house and a few seconds later, bright white lightning flashed through the room and illuminated you both.

In that split second, you saw pitch black hair constrained by a headband. However, what caught your attention was his eyes. Contrasted against pale skin and fierce, arched brows, were lids shaped like the outstretched wing of a bird. He stared at you lazily before they widened minutely.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Yoongi-ssi.”

“You too,” he mumbled and bowed politely, shuffling up the stairs like a gloomy specter.

You blinked a bit at how calmly he took this into stride. Christ, were your brothers fazed by anything?

—————

“Y/N-ah. Y/N-ah, wake up!”

You groggily opened your eyes to see Jin close to your face, his brows bunched together in concern.

“Y/N-ah, are you alright? You’re on the couch.”

Straightening up you could see that you, indeed, were still on the couch. You must’ve fallen asleep while watching the rain.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” you stated, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “I must’ve fallen asleep here last night.”

Jin sat across you and looked worried. “Did something happen last night? Was the guest room not comfortable? Did—”

“Oh no, nothing like that!” you tried to say. “The sound of the rain was better here.” 

He looked at you strangely but accepted it with a shrug of his shoulders. “Anyway, I’m about to make breakfast, why don’t you clean up a bit? I’ll wake up the other brothers.”

You nodded and almost stumbled trying to get off the couch, before Jin caught you with an arm. You turned your head to see his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“Careful,” he whispered, his minty breath trailing across your cheeks and his eyes roving your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up before you almost threw yourself out of his touch. “Yeah, um, thank you!” you yelled behind you before you fled to upstairs.

————

By the time you cleaned your face and put on a bra, all of the boys— in various states of consciousness— were gathered around the dining counter.

“Y/N-ah!” Hoseok said enthusiastically, obviously one of the more awake ones. He wore a pair of flowered pants that ahjummas usually wore and white, long-sleeved tee. “Yoongi came in last night, he’s our other brother.”

“We met last night, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi mumbled into a large cup that, hilariously, was engraved with the words “Daddy-Size”. “I came home around 1 AM and saw her on the couch.”

“Oh, was everything alright?” Namjoon inquired politely, stretching his broad muscles as he yawned. Even his loungewear looked professional.

Smiling uneasily, you took a seat at the counter next to Jungkook, whose head was buried in his arm. “Yeah, couldn’t sleep and the city lights calmed me down,” you reassured.

Jungkook suddenly jerked awake next to you, alarmed eyes peeking through his messy black hair. “H-huh?”

You grinned at him. “Good morning, Jungkook-ssi.”

He mumbled a good morning in the direction of the ground before his eyes zoomed into something at your collarbone.

‘Y/N-ssi, i-is that my shirt?” he asked shyly— the first words he has directed towards you.

You looked at the oversized navy shirt, which you had tucked into the pair of denim shorts you wore yesterday. “I think? Namjoon told me it was one of your own.”

His gaze whipped to Namjoon and he started sputtering as Namjoon snickered, putting on a pair of thick-framed glasses.

Suddenly, Jin swore as he looked at his phone. “Sorry guys, but there’s an emergency at the hospital. I need to go,” he said rushedly, racing to the closest to put on a pair of tennis shoes. “Yoongi, cook for them!”

He shut the basement door with a slam and suddenly the house was silent.

“Yoongi-hyung, please,” Taehyung, who had emerged from some hallway, begged with a pout on his petal lips. His voice was extra raspy this morning.

The black-haired man grunted before hiding his face behind his coffee cup. You took that as a no.

“We’re going to starve,” Jungkook complained into Hoseok’s shoulder, who cooed and patted the muscled man cutely.

“Well, I can cook for us if you’d like? As a thank you for letting me stay over?” you said nervously. All eyes turned towards you and you gulped, not used to having all of your brothers’ attention on you.

“That’d be lovely,” Namjoon said, squinting at a novel he had produced out of nowhere.

“Aw, is our cute dongsaeng going to cook for us? I’m living the dream,” Hoseok sighed dramatically.

You snorted and got out of your seat. “I saw enough ingredients for what I want to cook, so just sit tight.”

The boys thanked you and some exited the kitchen towards the living room. You tried to remember where you saw the ingredients yesterday, but the kitchen was extremely big and had those weird cabinets where you had to push in a certain corner to open.

“Uh, where are the onions?” you asked no one in particular.

“Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok nudged the still tired looking man. “Next to Jin, you know the kitchen the best.”

The black-haired sighed heavily and got out of his seat, leaving the “Daddy-Size cup” on the counter. He opened the fridge and bent down to a drawer you hadn’t seen. “Green onions.”

You took the bag and thanked, expecting him to leave the kitchen. “What else do you need?”

He stood there, eyes boring a hole through your face. Even as he was sleepy, he still looked like a cool older brother.

Scanning the ingredients, counting the things you had and didn’t, you turned back to him. “Um, I just need butter, tomatoes, and cheese.”

Wordlessly, he grabbed the ingredients and set it down on the counter next to you. Really expecting he’d leave, he surprised you by pulling out a chopping board and knife.

“How do you need the onions and tomatoes cut, Y/N-ssi?” he asked roughly, raspy voice causing the hair at the nape of your neck to rise. You shook your head. He’s your brother, for god’s sake!

“I need both diced, but slice some of the tomato into thin wedges for presentation,” you asked politely.

He nodded and washed both of the vegetables, before quickly and neatly dicing them with an experienced hand.

You broke the eggs and as you whisked the egg mixture with a pair of chopsticks, you decided to break the silence.

“How old are you, Yoongi-ssi?” 

He didn’t pause in his slicing. “25 years old. How about you?”

“21, but turning 22 soon.”

Yoongi hummed and started on the tomatoes. “Ah, that means you’re university age then. Are you attending university right now?”

Nodding, you grabbed some salt and pepper to add flavor to the omelette.  “Yeah, I’m actually attending Yonsei with Jungkook-ssi. What about you?”

“I’m a freelance producer,” he said carelessly, neatly scraping diced tomato onto a plate. “But I graduated from an arts college overseas in classical performance.”

It seemed like many of the brothers were artistically-inclined, you noted as you washed the spinach. But it amused you that this cool-looking brother of yours, with pierced ears and effortlessly stylish street clothes, could play a fancy-looking instrument.

Your step brother cleared his throat and he stepped back. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

You looked at the finely chopped tomatoes and onions and shook your head. “No, that’s all. Thank you for helping out.”

He inclined his head and padded out of the kitchen, collapsing on the couch with his hoodie over his head.

Turning on the heat, you put the omelette mixture in the pan and waited for it to cook through. As you were gathering the other ingredients to put in the pan, a chin nestled itself onto your shoulder.

“Oh? What is this?” a deep, husky voice rumbled next to your ear.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Taehyung’s finely chiseled face so close to yours. Squeaking, you turned your attention back to the pan.

“Breakfast omelettes, Taehyung-ssi,” you replied a bit shakily, feeling the weight of his head on your shoulder and his breath puffing into your ear. “I hope you like it.”

Adjusting his bent over position, he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I will, Y/N-ah. It’ll be delicious.”

Your face flamed and you willed the egg to cook faster, trying not to focus on how his large hands pressed warmly into your stomach.

“Hyung!” Jungkook exclaimed, barrelling out of nowhere. “Hyung, you can’t do that! Stop!” 

“Oh? Why not?” the editor asked monotonously, his lips moving over the sensitive skin of your neck. You stiffened and muffled a squeal, neary getting hot oil over your fingers. Your muscled classmate tried, unsuccessfully, to tug Taehyung’s arms from your body but for some reason, Taehyung’s hold on you was ironclad.

In the midst of Jungkook screaming in the background and the shouts of your other brothers, Taehyung sighed heavily and melted into your body. “I miss this,” he murmured.

Next Chapter: Press [ X ] for the Cheeky Type, Jimin! 

Chapter 8: Enter the Cheeky Type, Jimin!

Over the next few days, you slowly got used to the vibrant and varied personalities of the boys. The brothers were a rowdy bunch but they coaxed you out of your shell with unintentional hilarity and clumsy warmth. Even Jungkook, with your weird first meeting, took to accompanying you throughout school and engaging you in shy conversation. Visiting the house frequently, someone was always there to entertain you and coerce you into trying to move into the house.

However, as the days passed by, you saw neither hide nor hair of the mysterious seventh brother. None of the brothers seemed to be fazed. One day, as Namjoon drove you home, you decided to press the subject.

“Namjoon-ssi? Who is my seventh brother? I haven’t heard much of him,” you inquired shyly.

He hummed, leaning an arm casually against the window and driving between lanes with just one hand. Namjoon didn’t drive as recklessly as Jungkook, per se, but he seemed to think other cars were just nuisances on the road.

“I was wondering when you’d ask about that. Our other brother is not home a lot because he’s usually on tour,” Namjoon revealed in his deep voice. “He’s an idol.”

You gasped and looked at Namjoon in surprise. “You’re fucking with me.”

He chuckled, a chocolatey, rich sound that filled your ears and did funny things to your belly as he turned to exit the highway. “No, I’m not. Our little Chimmy is an idol.”

Taking out your phone, you opened up the web app. “Chimmy? Is that his name? Or does he have a stage name I need to find.”

Namjoon shook his head. “No, his name is Jimin. 23 years old, debuted 3 years ago.”

Smacking your head, you exclaimed, “Oh wait! I know him! I saw his birthday ads all over Seoul a few days ago. Wow, my brother is a celebrity, huh?” 

Typing his name into the search bar, millions of results popped into your browser. Gorgeous, fan-taken photos filled the image section and you clicked on one.

Wow. Jimin looked ethereal on stage, in a loose, white shirt and tight, black pants as he performed some sort of strenuous dance move. His plump lips, sharp jawline, and high cheekbones were still stunning in low quality photos. You were seriously starting to think your stepmother secretly paid for them from a lab. It really wasn’t fair that you, an average 4, were now related to solid fifteens. 

You clicked on a video with nearly 12 million views of him at a fanmeet event, his eyes crinkling and lips pulled up in a grin as he did aegyo for his adoring fans.

“He’s very popular, isn’t he?” you asked Namjoon rhetorically.

Namjoon snorted. “An understatement. We can’t go out in public with him unless he covers his hair and his entire face. He has security tailing him when we go to crowded places, it’s ridiculous.”

Something clicked in your head. “Ah!” you exclaimed. “That’s why you guys live there! And here I was, thinking you were all paranoid.”

His laugh filled the car again and you got a whiff of his musky cologne as he leaned over to adjust the air conditioner. “Yeah, even when we moved there a few years ago before Jimin’s popularity exploded, he had some crazy fans. Seoyeon, Jin, and I decided to choose Hannam Hill for their security.”

“You’re such good brothers,” you grinned at him. You swore you saw a hint of red beneath his collar as he cleared his throat.

“And we’re lucky we’re gaining such a good… sister.”

You tapped at your purse. “At least with my residence pass I won’t be detained now.”

The man next to you groaned and nearly facepalmed into the driver’s wheel.

“Do you have to remind me of this? I take it back, my sister sucks.”

——— 

Jungkook and you walked through the campus gates, finished with the Calculus class and exhausted after the test.

“Wait, shit, did I derive number eighteen right?” you fretted, your sweaty hands fiddling with your bag strap. “Oh my god now, I didn’t foil correctly!”

“Relax, Y/N, you did fine,” Jungkook snorted, no longer as painfully shy as he was when he first met you. You never did get why he had such a violent reaction to you at first, though.

“Easy for you to say, Mr. I-don’t-study-yet-I-still-get-A’s,” you huffed in annoyance, accidentally bumping shoulders with him.

He laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. An ‘eep!’ escaped your mouth but you found you couldn’t protest as Jungkook looked down at you with the cutest, bunny smile you had seen.

“Relax, Y/N. It’s just one test.”

You sulked and crossed your arms, trying to push the heat in your cheeks away. Clearing your throat you ducked from underneath his arms. You thought you saw a flash of disappointment in Jungkook’s face, but you quickly linked arms with him so you could walk more comfortably. His eyes widened and he looked upwards, the tips of his ears a flaming red.

Ignoring several stares from your fellow university students, you walked to the campus parking lot where Jungkook had parked his car.

“Jungkook-ah? Which car did you drive today?” you asked, flushing a bit as you heard your own words. Imagine what the you from a few weeks ago would’ve said. What kind of rich bitch did you turn into?

“The silver one. The Mercedes,” he said casually but you knew he was beaming with pride. He had revealed to you, one day when driving home, that he bought this car with his streaming money and not with cash from his brothers or family. Jungkook was insanely protective of this car. 

“Gotcha.”

Throwing your bags into the backseat, he started up the car. Feeling that it was a bit hot, you decided to roll down the window. Fumbling for a hair tie in your bag, you decided that putting your hair up would be smart.

“—gry, Y/N?”

“Huh?” you asked confusion, hair tie in your mouth. 

“I just asked if you were hungry, Y/N?” he said, voice trailing off in a question as he looked up from his phone. His eyes widened at you.

“Um, not really? But if you are, I can whip us up something once we get home,” you said confidently, twisting your hair into the tie. Huh, when did you start calling it home?

“... Jungkook?”

He nervously cleared his throat as you looked at him, pulling back your hair into the tie. The tip of his ears were red and he seemed a bit flustered. Your brother fumbled with the controls, accidentally turning on the windshield wipers. Biting back a smile, you smoothed down your hair.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

————— 

The house was silent as the two of you entered. It seemed no one was in the house today, all of your brothers very busy with their respective jobs.

“I’m going to take a shower, Y/N, “ Jungkook said as he climbed up the stairwell. 

You hummed affirmative as you threw your bag at the foot of the coffee table, collapsing into the comfy leather couch. Switching on the TV, you couldn’t find anything interesting so you settled on an entertainment channel.

“Thousands of fans crowded Incheon Airport’s International Terminal today…”

Snuggling into a sun spot on the couch, you nuzzled your face into a pillow. The warmth made you feel drowsy and you decided a quick nap was alright. Nodding off, you could hear the shower turn on upstairs.

“...as international Hallyu star Jimin arrived back in Korea …”

—————

“Oh? Who are you?”

You groggily opened your eyes to the high-pitched voice that was honey to your ears, an unconscious “huh?” coming out of your mouth. In your bleary vision, you saw lavender-blonde hair and pink, plump lips hovering above you.

The man snickered and you felt a smooth hand grasp your jaw to turn your head upwards. Your eyes focused and you swore you were still dreaming, because the face so close to yours could only be an angel’s. Ethereal eyes like a storm looked lazily down at you, his high cheekbones and narrow jaw highlighted by the warm light of golden hour.

“Are you a fan? You shouldn’t be here,” he scolded in a sing-song voice, clicking his tongue as he stroked a thumb over your chin.

You couldn’t think after being awoken from such a deep REM cycle and being near such an unearthly man, your thoughts jumbled and disjointed.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he whispered, minty breath puffing against your face. “Well, if you’re here, I might as well make the most of it.”

With strength you hadn’t expected, he suddenly caged you into the couch— a leg between yours and the other on the floor, his hands trapping your hands above your heads. His silk shirt brushed against the exposed skin of your belly, making you shiver.

“H-hey!” you said, regaining your thoughts. “What the hell?”

He chuckled, a cruel edge to his voice as his face neared yours. “Oh, playing the innocent card are we?” His lips neared your ear and you froze, eyes wide as his plump lips brushed against your earlobe. “Don’t worry, baby girl, you’re pretty enough to pull it off.”

The man started to press a kiss at space between your ear and neck, and slowly started to trail down your sensitive neck. You inhaled sharply as his teeth and tongue prodded at your skin and he snickered, his voice vibrating against your skin. An involuntarily squeak left your lips as he bit playfully at your collarbone.

“H-Hyung?”

You both turned to see Jungkook, hair still wet from the shower, staring at you two in disbelief. His eyes were wide and his lips were opened in shock as he suddenly froze in the middle of the living room.

“Jungkookie!” the man said brightly, no trace of the breathy, seductive voice he had used to lull you into a trance. His limbs no longer trapped you as the lavender haired man sprang up and ran to the stock-still Jungkook.

“Aw, Jungkookie, I missed you,” the familiar yet still unknown man cooed as he clung to Jungkook’s broad shoulders. “It’s been so long,” he whined, lips pursed in a pout.

Still breathless from lavender boy’s attentions, you sat up on the couch and saw stars as the blood rushed to your head. Blinking to clear it away, you reached up to your neck to touch the spots where lavender boy had touched.

“Jungkook-ah?” you whispered, voice rough from lack of use. “Who’s this?”

Your classmate still stared at you in shock as lavender boy clung to him like a leech, cooing at Jungkook.

“Aw, is this your girlfriend, Jungkookie?” Angel boy said fretfully after a moment of silence. “I’m so sorry, I thought she was a fan! Forgive me!”

You cleared your throat nervously, righting your disheveled clothes and messy hair. “Look, I have no idea who the hell you are, but I am not Jungkook’s girlfriend nor your fan and either way, you should not be— be assaulting unsuspecting girls who just wanted to nap!”

“Who the hell am I?” Lavender boy retorted rudely, no longer seductive or cutesy as his eyes narrowed at you. “I live here, wench!”

“Well I’m about to, fool!” you sneered, crossing your arms.

“Jungkook-ie, call security as I deal with this clearly crazy lady!” The still unknown boy huffed, advancing towards you.

Jungkook finally got out of his trance and grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. “Jimin-Hyung, stop! Haven’t we talked about her in the groupchat a lot? She’s our new sister!”

Jimin froze and his eyebrows lifted minutely, whirling around to look at Jungkook. “Wait, what? We have a sister now?”

He looked at you differently, eyes scanning your figure disinterestedly. “Did Seoyeon—” he spat out the name like it was stale gum in his mouth, “—find another baby we didn’t know about? Another poor bastard like me?”

You got whiplash with how much he changed moods and started to inch away. Well, it seemed like your step brother was nothing like how he portrayed himself in the videos you had seen online about him. A frown pushed at your lips.

Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, hyung, mom got married again to Y/N’s father. She’s our new step sister now.”

Jimin stayed silent before he turned to you again, his eyes mocking. A shit-eating smirk crawled up his lips. “Well, sister dearest, welcome to the family!”

Arc: Character Introductions Ended. Press [ X ] to continue?

A/N: If you’ve watched BroCon and you’re curious to who each person is based on, here’s the guide:

Jin (Doctor) = A mixture of Uyko and Masaomi

Namjoon (Businessman) = Natsume

Jungkook (Gamer/ Uni Student) = Yusuke

Hoseok (Dancer) = Himself lol he was supposed to be Subaru but i didn’t want to make him super angsty. Don’t worry, in this story he’ll be more than just his stage persona :)))

Taehyung (Magazine editor) = Louis

Yoongi (Producer) = mixture of Yuusuke’s tsundere-ness and Iori’s calmness

Jimin (Idol) = Fuuto with a bit of Tsubaki’s personality

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Perfect Student - Geto Suguru

I love slimy Geto :) although i’m not sure how slimy he actually is here lol femme reader, 3k words

TW: manipulation, abuse of power(?), dubcon, biting(not a lot), spanking

You weren’t the best university student, you were willing to admit. A few classes skipped than deemed appropriate, a couple missed assignments you’d rather not think about again, and some test scores that were down right abysmal.

But you shouldn’t be failing your class completely! A string of low grades on your last few assignments was worrying you. You understood the course material just fine, yet your work was apparently not reflecting it. Making an appointment with your professor, you could only hope he’d shed some light onto the situation.

“Mr. Geto?” Knocking on his office door, you found it swung open with ease. It was late afternoon, no need for any lights to be on in his office as the large window to the side got plenty of light from the slowly setting sun.

“Ah, you’re here.” He smiled at you from behind his desk, his hair in that familiar half bun he sports. The sleeves of the button up he’d had on during class are pushed up past his elbows, revealing his taut forearms. “Take a seat.” He makes a sweeping gesture to the swanky brown leather armchair on the other side of the desk.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, stiffly sitting in the chair and avoiding his narrowed eyes looking you over. You weren’t usually so nervous, you talked up a bit in class if you knew the answer, but being here with the warmth of the sun heating half your face and your admittedly very attractive teacher staring at you, it made your heart thump harder.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” Geto leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.

“Well sir, I’ve noticed my grades haven’t been the best recently on some of the work I’ve turned in?” You don’t mean to phrase it like a question and it makes your cheeks burn. “A-and I understand the material for this lesson pretty well, so I- so I, uh…” Losing your train of thought, you glance at Geto’s unreadable expression.

“So you came to get a better grade? Let me pull up your grades on the computer and see.” Turning to the monitor sitting on the desk corner, Geto types away. With his focus not on you, you can finally breathe a little easier. “Oh (Y/N)...” Geto tsks and it makes you worry.

“What?” Wide eyed, you lean forward to try and see what he sees.

“I’m just looking at your past grades and you’ve got quite a bit of missing work.”

“Y-yes I know but-”

“But nothing.” He says it softly but it still manages to shut you up. “Care to explain why that happened?”

Truthfully, you had no reason other than laziness. You’d missed one, then it spiraled into two, three- you’d managed to catch up before it got too bad, though, or at least so you thought. You stayed silent, eyes tracing the wood grains in the desk.

“Hm, no answer. That’s a shame.” Clicking a few things, Geto ticked a brow upwards. “Looking at your recent work, I don’t know if there’s anything you can do.”

“What?” That makes your head snap up in fear. It was only the middle of the term, surely your grade wasn’t that far gone? “Mr. Geto, what-”

“Call me Suguru, please. It’s just us here, we aren’t in class.” He cuts you off with a raise of his hand and an easy smile.

“Suguru…” You say it slowly, worrying your lip briefly. “My grade can’t be that bad already that there’s nothing I can do.”

“Take a look for yourself.” Turning the monitor towards you, Suguru’s smile got bigger seeing your devastated face. Your grade was beyond horrible, the number on the top of the screen making your stomach churn.

“But I...I just checked it for myself not too long ago. How could it have changed like that?” Leaning back in your chair in shock, thoughts spiraled in your head. Lost in your own world, you didn’t pay any attention to your teacher.

He stood up slowly, brushing down the front of his shirt as he tucked in his chair. Shuffling a few things on his desk to the side, he smoothed his hand on the empty space he created as he rounded the corner, leaning against it as he stood in front of you.

“What can I do to fix my grade?” Looking up at him, Suguru nearly cooed at the pitiful look in your eyes.

“What’re you willing to do?” His voice is staggeringly low, a mere rumble in his chest and throat. He barely speaks them properly, they just tumble forth and into your lap. You take a pause, sizing up the way your teacher takes up so much space in front of you, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

“What do you mean?” You know exactly what he means, you can see the slightest bulge forming in the front of his pants.

“I think you’re smart enough to figure it out.” Suguru chuckles, letting his hair out of it’s bun and draping it across his shoulders. Licking your lips nervously you stare at him, throat tightening the longer you look at the sunkissed beauty.

“Okay.” Whispering quietly, you shuffle your bag out of your lap, you begin to fiddle with your bottoms.

“Hold on, where’s the rush? We should savor this moment, hm?” Grabbing your hands, Suguru pulls you up to standing. Wrapping an arm around your waist he grabs your chin and tilts your face toward him.

He kisses you gently, getting a feel for your demeanor. The hand around your waist grips you tighter, his fingers digging in painfully and making you squirm closer to him to try and get away. Your hands clamp down onto his shoulders to steady yourself, a muffled whimper coming from you.

Suguru slips his tongue into your mouth with ease, slotting his mouth together with yours and overtaking your senses. Even with your eyes squeezed shut, you’re surrounded by his presence and overwhelmed with the energy he has just below the surface.

“S-sugu-” Your voice breaks when he leaves the kiss and moves onto your neck, nipping at the column of your throat and behind your ear.

“Sugu? That’s cute.” He chuckles while tugging the collar of your shirt down. Kissing the new skin before him, Suguru wastes no time in biting down. A sharp cry leaves you at the sudden pain, hands flying to try and push him away. “Calm down.” It’s all the warning Suguru gives you and then he’s biting you again, higher up on your neck.

Suguru sucks harshly on your neck, his teeth digging into the flesh with no remorse. Tugging on his hair, you’re worried about the marks that’ll be left behind, the ones you’ll have to explain to your friends after this meeting with your teacher.

“Take this off.” Tugging at the bottom of your top, Suguru releases you from his hold. “That too.” He mumbles when you make no move to take your bra off as well.

“Sir…” Crossing your arms over your chest, embarrassment washes over you. It was fine when you were just kissing him, but now clothes were coming off and- and did you really want to do this? Taking a look back at the monitor however, you knew this was the only option. There wasn’t any other teacher for this subject, and if you backed out now there would only be more headaches later.

“No need to be shy, little one.” Suguru chuckles and pushes away from the desk. Putting his hands on your shoulders, he guides you to take his spot, pushing you to sit on the empty space he made. Curling his fingers around your wrist, Suguru is gentle as he holds both your arms away from you.

Craning your head away, you can’t stand to see the lustful look in his eyes as they roam over your topless body. Suguru bites his lip, letting out a low whistle as he lets go of one of your arms to cup your breast.

“You’re so pretty.” He says, eyes focused on the way your nipple pebbles under his thumb. Tugging on it, Suguru chuckles when you whimper and his eyes dart up to your face. “What a nice little noise.” Standing between your legs, Suguru puts your arm around his shoulders and leans in, kissing your neck on the other side while he plays with your breasts.

Twirling the ends of his hair with your fingers, the feeling of his fingers going over your nipples makes an ashamed heat settle between your legs. Unable to clench your thighs together to relieve the building pressure, you settle for squirming on his desk.

Pushing you back to lean on your hand, Suguru takes a nipple into his mouth. He flicks it a few times with his tongue before nibbling softly, scraping his teeth against the bud as his other hands makes work with the neglected breast.

“S-sugu, please-” Vocalizing what you wanted was near impossible, especially since you shouldn’t be wanting it in the first place. But the heat between your legs was killing you, and a few tugs to the ends of his hair wrapped between your fingers got him to stand up a little straighter.

“Getting antsy?” Suguru teases with a light pink flush on his cheeks. You nod, lip caught between your teeth as your eyes go down to his now prominent bulge.

“I want it.”

“Show me what you want.” He challenges immediately, a sick grin on his face. Nodding again, the hand on his shoulder drops down to run along his chest and down to it. As you work on unbuttoning his slacks, Suguru undoes a few buttons on his shirt, exposing smooth skin that’s slightly damp with sweat.

Pulling his hard cock out, it’s hot and heavy in your palm. Pumping it slowly, the veins that run up and down the length pulse beneath your fingertips, blood rushing straight to the head of his cock where it leaks precum straight onto the floor.

Suguru is pulling your bottoms and underwear down as you stroke his cock, his nails scraping against your skin from his eagerness to have you completely bare before him. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him pocket your underwear, but you don’t bring it up. You know you won’t be getting it back anyway.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy.” Spreading your legs wide, Suguru practically salivates at the sight of your glistening cunt. “What a shame my pretty little student was hiding this from me for so long! I should mark you down just for that!”

“Sorry.” Chuckling bashfully, you let his cock go as Suguru tugs you closer to him, your ass beginning to hang off the edge of the desk.

“You’ll make it up to me, right?” He laughs lightly as well, grabbing your legs and putting them around his waist. “Good girl.” He hums when you nod obediently, head clouded with lust and a desire to please him.

The tip of his cock presses into you with ease, the smear of his precum and your arousal making an easy entrance. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to keep you steady as he bottoms out, a shiver running up both of your spines at the feeling.

“Fuck-” Suguru barks suddenly, drawing his hips back. “You’re milking me already, I can barely pull out.” Snapping his hips forward again, Suguru delights in the wet slap that comes from it. Beginning to rock into you, he can see the fabric of his pants staining darker from your juices, a wet patch surely forming on his desk under you as well.

Planting a hand next to you, Suguru’s back curves against his shirt as he fucks you. He had wanted to take it slow, this was only the thing he’d been working towards since classes started, but the drag of his cock against your walls was demolishing that plan.

“Sugu!” You cried, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Your breath fanning over him added to the heat washing over him, more sweat accumulating under his clothes and sticking to your face.

Hearing you moan and whine beneath him drove Suguru wild and he couldn’t help the way his other hand pulled up from your thigh and slapped back down, making you jump and tighten around him.

“My slutty little student- how naughty you are.” Slapping your thigh a few more times, Suguru pushes his hand between you and finds your clit with his thumb, rubbing it in tight circles. Choked moans came from your lips and you squeezed him tighter.

“Sugu- sir- ah, fuck-” The wet slapping sound gets louder, your slick gushing out of you at this point and coating Suguru. Lifting your heavy head, you kiss him, teeth knocking together and accidentally biting his lip as you try to slide your tongue into his mouth.

Suguru leans forward to kiss you harder, nearly making you fall over from the weight. His finger moves faster on your clit, desperate to have you cum on his cock. His orgasm is coming faster than he would have liked and he doesn’t want to cum without feeling you fall apart around him.

He ends up leaning so far forward, you really do fall back, lips breaking apart as you crumple onto the desk. Suguru pulls you forward by your hips, your ass now nearly completely off the desk as he fucks you.

“Fucking little slut- gonna make me cum-” His bottom lip is between his teeth, clamping down so hard it just might draw blood if he keeps going. Suguru’s hair tickles your skin as he moves, cascading down around you and sticking briefly to your skin.

“Please, please-” Your voice catches in your throat as you cum. No sound comes out of you, your back arching high off the desk as the pleasure finally comes to a peak.

“Fucking beautiful!” Suguru smiles like a madman, his fingers moving even faster on your clit as you rhythmically tighten around him. He kisses your slack mouth, swallows the forced gasps and moans that come from yours chest as your lungs burn for oxygen.

Slapping your ass a few times, Suguru cums inside you. Pushing his cock in as deep as possible he grinds himself against you, pushing a long, low groan into your mouth as he does. The hand on your cunt drops away, wrapping wet and sticky fingers around your thigh as he moves away from your mouth to breathe.

“What a...what a good student I have.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he catches his breath. Letting your legs fall slack, Suguru pushes a hand on your bladder to feel himself slide out of you.

As his cock leaves you, there’s a dribble of his cum that follows, staining your cunt white and dripping down between the crack of your ass and to the floor. Rubbing a hand on your thigh, Suguru gathers the cum dripping out and pushes it back in.

“Shouldn’t waste any now.” He hums, tracing his fingers up and down your cunt.

“T-too much.” You whine pathetically, trying in vain to grab his hand and stop him. Catching your hand in his, Suguru relents and threads his fingers through yours. The gesture is sweet, even more so when he kisses the back of your hand.

“Such a sweet student I have, wanting to hold my hand.” You giggle at the sentiment, cheeks getting warmer the longer he looks at you with that smile on his face. “Let’s hope you can keep this up for the rest of the term, and maybe I won’t fail you.”

Of course this wouldn’t be a one time thing. Suguru intended to milk this opportunity for all he could, already planning on having you stay after his lesson so he can play with your cunt before his next class.

“Go ahead and get dressed.” Helping you sit up, Suguru untangled himself from you and grabbed a few tissues, putting them in your hand as he started fixing himself up. The sun had gone down even farther during your little escapade, no longer baking the room in warm orange light. It left only a dim, cool glow now, and the heat it provided you was quickly leaving your body along with the sweat evaporating on your skin.

“If you want to keep your grade up, I think we should keep meeting regularly to discuss your progress.” Suguru had his teaching voice on now that he was leading you out of his office ten minutes later, your panties stuffed into his back pocket. There were a few other people passing by in the hall, some giving quick waves to the two of you as they saw you.

“Okay, Mr. Geto.” You knew to play the part well, not wanting to arouse suspicion by calling him by his first name. No one in your class called him Suguru, and especially not Sugu.

“Glad you understand.” He patted your shoulder quickly, giving you a cheeky wink when no one was looking. “I look forward to seeing you in class tomorrow, (Y/N).” Giving your arm a brief squeeze, he sent you on your way. Turning back to his office, he closed the door and locked it, going back to his desk and laying your panties across his lap.

Pulling out his phone, he snapped a few pictures of your underwear, sniffing it briefly before putting it back in his pocket.

“Professor Satoru is gonna love this.”

[fivelakesinwriting]

heyy!! love everything you write and would love to do this off anon but je suis shy 🤚 idk if you're taking requests for pope and i havent really thought this through but perhaps,, reader's kinda doing shit in school so pope offers to help (or she asks him to help idk) but she's pretty down bad since they barely get to spend time alone together so, uh, minimal studying ends up happening...

sorry for the crappy explanation but your last pop fic threw me for a loop 🙃

You are so sweet - do not have to be shy! I am always taking requests for our guy Pope. Thank you so much. You are the loveliest xoxo

Author's Notes: All characters are 18+ If I had a boyfriend like Pope I probably would have done better on my academics..maybe..If this was your request, I hope you love it !

Warnings: Sexual references - sexual innuendos *(Not full smut, but clothes are removed, and I suppose I eluded to unprotected sex - so be careful out there, your choice how!! )

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Pope tried not to get into his own head too much, or let JJ get into his head too much, when she had asked him over that night to help her study for an upcoming test.

"Dude. You know what that means, right? Come over and 'study'?"

His best friend's words rang in his head as he pedaled his bike through the Cut towards his new girlfriend's house. He was expecting nothing, and his book-bag was full of all the necessary notebooks and textbooks to help her prepare for his English exam this coming Thursday.

Pope knocked on the door of the small house and waited for a few minutes before he let himself in. Her parents weren't home, both of them pulling double shifts that day and her being an only child gave them more than enough time to be alone and study.

"You're not gonna study, dude."

Pope shook his head as JJ's words invaded his thoughts once more, then made his way through the short hallway at the front of the house and to the back towards her bedroom. He knocked on the door frame of her bedroom when he saw her pace the floor of her room, mumbling to herself.

"Hey. I'm here." He smiled softly as he placed his bag down on the floor by the doorway and walked in slowly.

"Pope. Thank, God." She breathed out at the sight of him. She walked over to him quickly and tossed her arms around his neck, pressed up on her toes to be closer to his height.

"Nervous?" He asked while he wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder while he let her squeeze her as tightly as she could.

"Yes."

"Don't be. I have the best system for studying, and it's even helped JJ a time a two when he's actually wanted to study. So, you'll be fine. Better than fine." Pope stated firmly as he pulled out of her tight grip then reached back to grab his book bag for his study supplies that he brought with him.

"You're so sweet for helping me, Pope." She breathed out as she walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, running her hands through her hair.

"Of course. You know I'm here for you." Pope smiled softly as he walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting next to her. He placed his notebooks on his lap and handed her his textbook, marked with sticky notes and highlighted to perfection.

They studied for a full 45 minutes before her impatience and pure frustration with the subject got the best of her. She let out a loud groan, taking the book and tossing it across the room before she flopped back on the bed.

"I'm never going to get it right." She sighed heavily as she tossed her forearms over her face. She always felt so inferior when it came to books and smarts compared to Pope. He was brilliant, and he tried to hard to help her understand her subjects.

"It's alright. You will. Sometimes you need to study in little increments as opposed to all at once. We can take a break." Pope smiled softly as he removed the books from her lap, and his own, then placed them on the floor by the edge of the bed.

Pope laid back on the bed beside her, his hands respectfully on his stomach as he looked over at his girlfriend who was still in the throes of an academic meltdown.

"You're smarter than you think you are. You put too much pressure on yourself." Pope stated softly, a small smile on his face as she finally pulled her arms off her pretty face and looked over at him.

"Not as smart as you." She whispered as she reached a hand over and began to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. She shifted her body so she laid on her side, propped up on one arm as she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"I - uh - I don't know if I would say that. You're really smart, and pretty. And like, really funny. Did I mention pretty? Because you're beautiful." Pope stammered as he looked from her face to her fingers as they pulled at the final button of his shirt.

"You've mentioned it a time or two." She nodded as she turned her body to straddle his hips, her hands pressed to his chest for leverage as she sat up straight.

"What are you doing?" Pope inquired softly as he sat upright, his hands on her hips as he let her wrap her arms around his neck.

"Study break?" She smiled as she began to push his shirt off of his shoulders, down to his elbows.

Pope let go of her hips in favour of shaking his hands out behind him, his shirt sliding off arms. He groaned when his girlfriend pressed her lips to his firmly, knocking him to his back again. Pope let out a long exhale through his nostrils as she pressed a firm kiss to his lips, his hands making their way to her backside to keep her in place on top of him.

"Your parents - " Pope breathed out as she began to kiss down his neck, her fingers trailing down his abdomen towards the button of his shorts.

"Mom is on late shift at the hospital, and my dad is driving a truck to Fortworth this week." She smiled into the crease of his neck as she felt him squeeze her backside over her shorts.

"Texas?" Pope asked with a heavy breath, his fingertips creeping up the back of her shirt.

"Long-haul trucker. You know that." She replied as she sat up, pulling her shirt over head.

"So, we're alone." Pope stated with his hands firmly on her hips while his eyes scanned over her chest in a bright yellow pushup bra.

"For a long time." She smiled with a nod, thumbing open the button of his shorts and then waiting. The tension between them thickened, both of them waiting for other to make the first move. They had been together before, more than a handful of times, but each time felt like the first time. That shortened breath, quick heartbeat. The excited nervousness was tangible.

"Can I?" Pope questioned as he reached his fingertips up to brush over the clasp of her bra. He sat up to be closer to her, feeling almost cold without her next to him.

"Of course you can." She nodded as she placed her hands on his shoulders, her forehead against his as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful." Pope breathed out while he pulled her bra off her arms and tossed it off the edge of the bed, his hands surging forward to cup her breasts.

"Thank you." She shivered at the feeling of his warm palms on her skin, her left hand at the nape of his neck while the other held herself steady on his shoulder.

Pope leaned forward to press a kiss to her collarbone, then began to press kiss after kiss along her chest as he gently kneaded her breasts, his breath heavy as she rocked her hips back and forth on top of him.

"Take off your pants, Pope." She whispered as she pulled her nails gently over his shoulders, not quite scratching him like she usually did, but close.

With her request ringing in his ears, Pope flipped his girlfriend onto her back on the bed and shimmied out of his shorts leaving him only in his briefs. He grabbed hold of her shorts and tugged them down her legs, along with her underwear, in one swoop. He dropped to his forearms above her again, his nose brushing over hers as he laid between her parted thighs.

"Come here, baby." She smiled as she pushed the waistband of his briefs down over his backside, pressing the heels of her feet under his backside to bring him right against her.

"You feel good." Pope groaned as he pressed his tip against her, his head dropped down to her forehead as he held himself up on his forearms.

"You're not even inside of me yet, Pope." She laughed breathlessly while she ran her hands down his back.

"Don't need to be. You're perfect." Pope whispered as he reached a hand between them to guide himself inside of her.

As Pope steadied himself, ready to settle inside of his love a loud gasp and a snicker echoed throughout the once otherwise quiet home.

"No, just leave it and go. They didn't see us. Move, JJ!"

"Wait, wait. I wanna see!"

"Guys, are you seriously here right now?" Pope groaned as his hips dropped down to his girlfriend's, his hand removed from between them to run over his face.

"I'm not looking. I just wanted to drop off an exam prep I had to help you guys out. Seriously!" Kiara yelled as she ran down the hallway with her hands over her eyes.

JJ stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and a wide grin on his face. He raised his eyebrows at his friend before he turned on his heel, closing the door over behind him.

"Told you that you wouldn't study, Pope!"

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Can we get some more dominant Daddy!Az, please. Elain begging for him is a whole mood I can get behind.

Your wish is our command. 

Written alongside @snelbz, of course.

WARNING: 18+ smut 

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It had been a long day. 

A day that had felt like it had lasted centuries. From whining clients to moody coworkers, by the time Azriel reached his car, he was exhausted.

Just as he fell into the driver’s seat, his phone vibrated. Pulling it out of his pocket, he found a text from Elain.

Excited for date night.

A kissing emoji followed it.

He closed his eyes with a groan. 

He loved Elain, was in love with Elain, but he also longed for sleep, for quiet. 

He needed some peace.

Me too. Leaving work. See you soon.

He sent it without a second he thought. He knew that no matter how exhausted he was, he would always want to end his day with Elain.

After a slow, sleepy reverse, Azriel was cruising down the main strip, out to the suburbs. 

It was only a few minutes before he was pulling into their driveway, sitting in the car for a moment longer than he normally would have. Unlocking the front door, he dropped his keys on the table by the door and listened for his fiancée. A quiet creaking of the floorboards upstairs was his clue and he headed up the stairs.

As Azriel made his way into their bedroom, he found her in the spare bathroom, carefully applying mascara to her long lashes.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted him, beaming at him. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He leaned against the wall. His words were shorter than he meant for them to be, more clipped. The edge to his tone was more pronounced than he expected.

She was quiet for a moment and when she stepped into the bedroom, her words were soft. “We can stay in tonight, if you want-.”

“No,” he interrupted, and cleared his throat as he glanced up at her. “You look beautiful. It’d be a shame to waste.”

She blushed.

“We can go wherever you wanna go,” Azriel followed, stifling a yawn. “Just...let me get cleaned up first.” 

“I’ll wait,” Elain assured him.

Azriel nodded and thudded up the stairs.

He meant it. Elain looked gorgeous. She was beautiful every day, but on date night? She made all of Azriel’s weak-kneed dreams come true. 

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when she blew in, heading straight for their shared closet. “What are you doing?” 

She hesitated in the doorway. “Changing.”

“Why?” He asked, looking at the red dress she was already wearing. It was perfect for date night. Sexy, without being too revealing.

“Decided I wanted to wear something else, I know exactly where I want to go,” she replied, fingers fiddling with the small dummy knob.

His eyebrow raised. “And where is that?”

She smiled, biting her lip softly and said, “You’ll see.” She closed the distance between them and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Why don’t you have a drink before we go, unwind a little? I’ll drive.”

He wanted to protest, but the bottle of bourbon in his liquor cabinet was calling his name. Nodding, he stood, kissing her when he reached his full height. “I’ll be back up in a minute.”

“Okay.” Without another word, she hurried into their closet and the double doors snapped shut.

Shaking his head, he went downstairs and did just as he was told, making a drink that consisted of nothing more than bourbon and a few ice cubes. After emptying the glass, he poured a refill before making his way back up the stairs.

When he re-entered their bedroom, he found the closet empty, but the bathroom door was shut. He tried the knob, finding it locked tight.

“El?” He called.

“Just a minute,” she replied. “I’m almost done changing.”

His eyebrows rose again. He had been downstairs for nearly five minutes. Whatever wardrobe change she was doing must have been extensive. But without another word, he strolled back through their room and sat down on their bed.

When the bathroom door opened, Azriel’s mouth dried up. “You’re not wearing that out.”

Elain’s brown eyes sparkled. “I thought it might be nice to stay in tonight.”

Azriel stood as he took in what she was wearing.

Or what she wasn’t.

A thin, sheer kimono hung over her body, her curves and scrappy, lavender lace could be seen from beneath. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, the clip that was in it moments before having been removed. She leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom and cocked her head to the side. “Is that okay?”

Azriel blinked. “What?”

“If we stay in?” she asked, humored. 

He swallowed roughly, but finally nodded. “Staying in sounds perfect.”

She smiled sweetly, but it fell a moment later. “If you’re hungry, I can go throw something together. I know you said it’s been a long day, so if you want-.”

Azriel was on his feet before she’d barely begun her sentence and his lips found hers, cutting it short. He pulled back slightly, his fingers tangling loosely in her hair, tugging gently on the loose strands. “The only thing I want is you for you to lay down on that bed and wait for me.”

The change in his tone was evident, and subconsciously, Elain’s toes curled against the plush carpet. Gone was her sweet, caring fiancé, the one who spoiled her and doted on her in any way he could.

A predator stood before her and Elain bit her bottom lip, doing her best to stop the smile, before nodding. 

Elain stepped around him and slowly walked toward the bed, fully aware that his eyes trailed her every little movement. She turned toward him as she sat back on the mattress, leaning back on her palms. She lifted her chin, licked her lips, and waited. 

Azriel leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Why don’t you show me what’s under your robe?”

Elain sat up straighter as she tugged on the silk tie that held her kimono loosely together. She let it fall in a pool around her waist.

With an approving hum, he walked around the bed, picking up his drink from his nightstand and turned back toward the bathroom. “I’ll be back. Stay right there.”

He entered the bathroom without another look over his shoulder, not bothering to close the door completely as he slipped off his button down shirt, hanging it over the side of the bathtub. He downed the rest of the bourbon, before splashing his face and neck with water, rinsing the long day off of him as best he could.

When he stepped back out into the bedroom, Elain was still sitting exactly where she had been, only the slight shifting of her thighs and hips showing that the waiting and anticipation was truly getting to her.

A smirk tugged on the side of his lips. “Good girl.”

Elain’s breath hitched as she graced him with the smallest of seductive grins. “Do I get a reward for my obedience?” 

Azriel clicked his tongue. “No patience today?”

“I’m never patient,” Elain whispered.

Azriel’s jaw twitched. “I know.”

That lip ended up back between her teeth and his eyes focused right on it. He knew what she was doing didn’t have anywhere near the same effect as when his teeth found the same spot, tugged on her lip.

“Come here,” he said, slipping a hand into his pocket. Wordlessly, Elain stood, stopping in front of him and gazing up into his face. He brushed her a few loose strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear. “Did you have a good day?”

The question no doubt caught her off guard, if they raised eyebrows were any indication, but she nodded nonetheless.

“Good,” he breathed, letting a finger skim down the outside of her arm. Her breath hitched again and Azriel watched as she swallowed hard, as goosebumps rose in the path of his touch. “What do you want, Elain?”

Her answer was quick. “Whatever you want, I want to make you feel good.”

A grin tried to grow on Azriel’s face, but he didn’t let it bloom past another smirk. He licked his lips and leaned down, breathing into her ear. “And you will, love, but what do you want to do?”

Aside from the finger he’d trailed down her arm, there hadn’t been any contact between them. He could feel her shallow breath on his shoulder as she said, “I want to touch you.”

“Where?” he asked, a low growl stuck in his throat.

She reached up to lay her hand flat against his abdomen, just above his belt buckle, but he caught her wrist before she could make contact. 

“Not yet,” he said, with a subtle shake of his head. He pushed her hand back down to her side before pulling his undershirt over his head and tossing it aside. He admired Elain as her eyes grazed his skin.

He reached out to her, his own hand wrapping around her hip and pulling her closer, so her lace-covered breasts skimmed against his chest, until her skin was pressed against his. Still, she kept her hands by her side, even as his own trailed up her side, between her breasts and along the column of her neck, where it came to rest.

“Now?” He breathed, the sound rough and low. “What do you want now?”

Her eyes were heavy, lust-addled as she looked up at him. “I want to kiss you,” she whispered.

His finger slid beneath her chin and tilted her lips towards his. “Is that all?”

“Of course not,” she deemed. “There’s plenty more I’d like to do.”

“Like what?” he pleaded, his voice remained low, steady. 

“You’ll have to wait and find out,” Elain breathed. “After that kiss.” 

The sparkle that gleamed in Azriel’s eye had Elain’s breath halting in the middle of her throat. 

He leaned down, softly pressing his lips to hers, lingering for only a moment, before he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. She immediately opened for him and his hand dove into her hair, keeping her pressed against him. His other hand slipped behind her, his hand laying flat against the small of her back. One of his fingers traced a slow path back and forth, beneath the lace waistband of her panties.

The gentle whimper wasn’t the only sign that she was getting close to no longer being able to restrain herself. Her hands were clenched in tight fists at her side, yearning to roam his body and feel his hair between her fingers.

Azriel pulled back slightly and chuckled, his eyes a shade or two darker than normal as he took her in.

He knew what he was doing, and he knew he was doing it all too well. 

Elain could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips as she took a deep, raggedy breath. 

“Kiss,” Azriel breathed. “Now, answer my question.”

Elain shook her head, slowly, a soft giggle bubbling up in her throat. She kept her love drunk composure, however, as she said, “First, I’ll take your cock in my hands. Eventually my lips will replace them. Then my pussy, if those soft little moans of yours haven’t caused me to suck you dry before then.”

The only reaction Azriel showed was a lifted brow and the suddenly stillness of his chest as he stopped breathing.

He stepped away, taking the spot she’d been sitting in only a few moments before, at the end of the bed. “Be my guest,” he smirked, leaning back on his hands.

Licking her lips, Elain stopped in front of him and dropped to her knees. She parted his legs and scooted between them, reaching for his waistband. The soft clicking noise of his belt buckle being unclasped was the only sound in the room, aside from Azriel’s shallow breathing. As soon as the latch was free, she pulled the belt from the loops and set it on the bed, next to the sheer robe she’d left behind. A slow flick of the button and then she was dragging the zipper down.

Before he could lift his hips to get rid of his slacks, she leaned her head down and pressed soft kisses to his abdomen, her lips trailing lower and lower, until she hovered over his still-covered erection. He was already hard, just the teasing enough to get him damn near ready for her. She lowered her head and ran her lips along the outline of him, pausing to press a kiss to the head.

Azriel hissed, the friction feeling good, but not what he was wanting. He didn’t wait, hooking his thumbs in his pants and boxer shorts, and lifting to take them off.

His cock sprang free, hitting her in the cheek.

She grinned up at him, but a hand tangled in her hair, and he asked, “What were you going to do for me again?”

Elain’s soft, delicate fingers traced the outline of his cock. “I’ll start with my hands,” she said, quietly, wrapping her hands around him and starting to pump, slowly. Azriel let out a breath as his eyes remained on hers, glazed and filled with lust. 

“And then?” He asked, voice shaking slightly, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, but clearly wanting more.

She continued to work him, moving herself in closer, leaning down and peppering his abdomen with more kisses. His hand was still in her hair and he tightened his grip until she gasped softly. He asked again, voice sharper this time, “And then?”

Closing her eyes, she leaned down and dragged her tongue from the base to the tip in one long pass. Azriel hissed quietly. She opened her eyes, the caramel color molten, and gazed up at him. “And then I’ll use my mouth.”

“Now,” he said, and it wasn’t a request.

She didn’t make him wait any longer. She wasn’t sure if it was because of how bad he wanted it, or how bad she wanted it, but the order had hardly made it out of his mouth before he filled hers. 

Azriel’s fingers tightened in her hair as she took him into her mouth, tasting every inch of him, until she couldn’t take in any more. 

A curse fell from Azriel’s lips, and the sound alone made Elain’s tongue move against his sensitive skin.

She moaned quietly, gazing up at him as she gently began to bob her head. The sight was that of pure ecstasy to Azriel, the woman he loved, in her knees, worshipping him with her mouth. He was unable to stop the moan that left his own lips, and he swore he saw Elain’s eyes twinkling in delight at the sound.

His hazel eyes narrowed as he watched her, watched as her thighs rubbed together, looking for friction of her own between her legs. Her own eyes had slipped shut and he let himself focus on her chest, the curve of her ass, the way her lips stretched around his cock. He licked his lips slowly, the feeling of her mouth on him nearly too much to handle, hard to focus on anything else.

He tugged on her hair gently, just enough to get her attention, and her eyes snapped to his. “Do you want to touch yourself, baby?”

Her eyes slipped closed again and she nodded, the movement causing her teeth to graze the sensitive skin still her mouth, whimpering quietly. Her hand slipped between her legs and his hold tightened on her hair. She looked up at him again.

His voice was gentle, even as he said, “I asked if you wanted to. I didn’t say that you could.”

Elain’s hand froze as a whimper sounded from her occupied mouth. 

“Please.” The word was completely incomprehensible, but Azriel knew exactly what she had said. He simply stared at her, waiting.

Elain hated his patience.

He had been right about many things, but one thing in particular - she wasn’t patient at all. 

And she had absolutely no shame about it. 

“Not yet,” he crooned, brushing a thumb along her hollowed out cheek. “You have to wait.”

Pulling him from her mouth, her hand taking its place, she sat up on her knees. “I don’t want to wait.”

Azriel captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger, making her gasp quietly, and lowered his face to meet hers. He brushed his lips against hers and breathed, “The more you beg, the longer you’ll wait.”

She groaned softly, her eyes falling closed, but he knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. And knew that as soon as he got his hands on her, he’d make her cum so hard that she would barely remember him making her wait.

Without warning, she reached behind her back and freed the clasp on her bra, letting the lacy fabric fall to the floor.

Azriel’s gaze remained on hers for a moment but then his eyes trailed lower, and they lingered. Without another word, he reached out and flicked her peaked nipple, making Elain gasp. That gasp made him do it again, and again, and again. 

“Please,” she begged.

Azriel shook his head, eyes remaining on her breasts. “Stand up.” Elain did so without hesitation. The second her knees straightened, Azriel was slipping her panties down her thighs.

“Lay down,” he said, and she wordlessly obeyed, climbing to the top of the bed, falling back against the pillows.

He stood, leaving his pants in a pile at the end of the bed, and began to crawl towards her. He pressed a kiss to her neck, then trailed lower, kissing the valley between her breasts, a spot above over belly button, and one last spot, just above her sex. He gazed up at her. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

She nodded, desperately, her legs still pressed together.

“You can’t touch yourself.” He parted her legs, settling between them. He reached a hand up and tweaked a nipple. “Can’t touch these perfect tits, or touch me. You have to lay perfectly still. Can you do that for me?”

There was hesitation, but she nodded again, her eyes hazy.

A soft lick parted her folds and he asked, “Are you sure?”

She sucked in a breath.

She nodded.

“Good girl,” he breathed, his breath warm against her sex. 

Azriel used his thumbs to spread the lips of her sex, and he thought about teasing her, but knew she wouldn’t last, wouldn’t be able to keep her hands out of his hair, off her own body. He gave her another a slow lick, teasing her entrance, before flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit.

The moan that tore from Elain had him wrapping an arm around her leg, tucking it over his shoulder and he groaned as he devoured her.

Elain’s hands were fisted in the comforter atop their bed, but she longed for them to be tangled in Azriel’s dark, messy hair. When his tongue plunged deep inside of her, she threw her head back into the pillow and swore, something she did so rarely, that he paused and pulled away, gazing up at her.

“Are you close,” he breathed, reaching down and fisting his cock.

Watching him work himself, wanting her own hands on him, was torture. She groaned and let her head fall back into the pillow. “Yes, fuck, can I come?”

He flicked his tongue over her clit again. “Ask nicely and we’ll see.”

Lifting her head, her eyes met his. “Can I please come, daddy?”

Daddy. Azriel was difficult to undo, but that one word had him completely undone.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and climbed up on top of her without another word. He took her hips into his hands and brought her toward him, plunging himself deep inside of.

Elain screamed, the feeling of him deep inside of her, down to the hilt, completely overwhelming. He didn’t hold back, nothing was gentle. Instead, his nails dug deep into her skin as he pounded into her, relentlessly. 

Elain melted into the pillows as her hands finally dug their way into his hair. 

His name became her mantra, tumbling from lips with a slew of cries, moans and curses, all of which spurred him on harder and harder.

“Please, Az, please,” she breathed, as his mouth found the place where her shoulder and neck met. The kiss was rough, followed by a sharp bite, which only tore another moan from her. His tongue soothed over the hurt, and he let it trail down lower, until it circled a peaked nipple. Flicking his tongue over it once, twice, he wrapped his lips around it before letting his teeth gently close. She cried out again, her pussy tightening around him as she did so and he groaned as he pounded into her again and again and again.

“I’m about to come,” she panted. He heard the request in the statement, the desperate need in her words. “I need to come, please.”

Pulling her hands from his hair and body, he held them above her head with his own and slammed into her at a relentless pace. The headboard slammed against the wall, but neither of them could be bothered by the noise, not as Elain’s high pitched moans were coming quicker and quicker. Not as Azriel’s forehead dropped to her chest, the quiet groans finally breaking free as he fucked her with no abandon.

“I can’t-.” Elain’s words fell off there, unable to say anything more. 

She came, unable to hold herself together any longer. She didn’t care, though. Didn’t care that she couldn’t hold on. Azriel didn’t seem to mind either as he rode it out, his growl uncontained. 

As she came, Elain’s fingers tightened in his. Her grip was all that kept her grounded. 

Azriel wasn’t far behind, his own inner willpower crumbling. He cursed, his lips between Elain’s breasts. 

As he began to spill inside of her, he moaned her name, and her legs locked around his waist. His thrusts were sporadic, his hips snapping into hers. Finally, he slowed, leaving himself buried inside of her, his breathing shaky and slow.

He released her hands and they immediately began to trace soothing paths along his back, calming him, bringing him back to himself, back to her.

After a moment, he looked up at her, finding her already gazing down at him, her hair a mess and makeup smudged in the sexiest way.

“Better?” She asked, sex-drunk smile on her face.

He leaned up, pushing his still hard cock deeper inside of her as he did so, kissing her as she gasped softly. He chuckled. “Better. Thank you.”

Her arms settled around his shoulders and she laughed quietly. “Not our usual date night, but I’m not complaining.”

“I’d hope not,” he muttered, kissing her softly one last time before snuggling up to her. “You’re naughty.”

“Me?” Elain chuckled. “You’re a mad man.” 

“Is that a complaint?” Azriel asked.

Elain’s fingers ran down to his waist. “Absolutely not. Definitely a compliment.” 

Azriel hummed with content as he started to pull out.

Elain stopped him, her hands on his hips, making him remain inside her. 

His eyebrows raised, but he stopped and kissed her again. “If that offer for food is still on the table…”

Elain laughed quietly, nuzzling into his neck. “I’m not sure if I can even walk right now, much less cook. How do you feel about pizza and a movie?”

The smirk on his face was full of male pride. His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he said,  “I guess pizza is fine. The movie though, I don’t know if I can make it through an entire movie.”

She glanced up at him, letting one of her hands trail up his spine. “Tired, love?”

His lips found hers and he chuckled as he said, “No, quite the opposite,” grinding his hips into hers, punctuating his words.

Elain laughed, shaking her head as she dug her fingers into the thick, damp locks of his hair. 

She didn’t know if she could make it through a movie, either.

And she wasn’t tired at all. 

[newtonsheffield]

Hmmm so Anthony enjoyed the striptease and after clubbing when they went home Kate did what to Anthony?👀

Maybe save this for spicy sunday

👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

We don't need to see slightly tipsy Good Girls Kate and Anthony stumbling home do we???

I'm kidding. Okay. Let's do this.

This is a continuation of my post from yesterday where Kate tricked old Anthony into going out to a club with her by looking like a babe.

He could feel Kate's hands up his shirt before they'd even gotten in the cab, her fingers trailing over the muscles of his stomach, her voice low in his ear, not quite a whisper

"Have I ever told you, you were the first boy I ever had a dirty dream about?"

Anthony cleared his throat, looking around at the other people in the line, several smirks sent his way. He shook his head.

Kate hummed, "I was 15 and I dreamt about us having sex behind the football field." Anthony suddenly felt a little smug, that even so many years before they'd been together, he'd been part of her wildest fantasy. But apparently Kate wasn't finished, "And that's the night I figured out how to finger myself."

Anthony choked as a man behind him clapped him on the shoulder, "Nice work mate!" Anthony shot the man a scowl as Kate spun around smiling brightly.

"Well who can blame? Isn't he handsome?" The girl clinging to the Man's side gave a covert little nod and a man further down the line yelled out

"He sure is, sweetheart!"

Anthony felt his cheeks burning as he tugged Kate towards the waiting cab, the smug smile on her face a little much, as her hand settled high on his thigh, Anthony stuttering out the address.

"Princess, please, you're drunk." Anthony choked out as her teeth nipped at his collarbone.

She hummed again, "I've been drinking, I'm far from drunk."

Christ she was right, she hadn't had a drink in hours, sure, there was the taste of vodka on her tongue as it moved against his but her movements weren't clumsy, weren't even hesitant as she pressed him against the door of the cab, her skin hot under his touch as she palmed at the front of his jeans, her already short skirt hiking up even higher.

"Oi! Lovebirds! We're here!" The cabdriver yelled out, honking the horn. Anthony flushed as Kate slid from the car, her eyes beckoning him to leave the car, as she sauntered backwards towards their flat. Anthony reached into his pocket fumbling for his wallet, grabbing a fistful of notes and shoving them at the driver.

"Sorry mate, you get it she's-" He gestured vaguely after Kate's swishing hips with a frustrated growl.

The cabdriver rolled his eyes, "Yeah mate, the girl you picked up in a bar's a babe. I get it."

Anthony sighed, clapping him on the shoulder, as he slid from the car "That girl's gonna be my wife one day, mate."

He didn't wait for a response before he hurried inside after her, practically panting already. Kate was already in the living room by the time he bounded through the door, a single chair in the middle of the room, his old school tie hanging from the edge, the sight sent a jolt right through him.

"Take off your clothes and sit down, Anthony." He couldn't move quickly enough, tugging his boots off as he jumped around, slipping out of his jeans a shirt hurriedly before parking himself expectantly in the chair, staring up at Kate.

"Am I getting a little show tonight?"

A predatory smirk spread over Kate's face. "I think so, but the thing is when you go to strip clubs you're not allowed to touch the girls."

He'd known where this was going all along, and still is hips jolted upwards, when she hadn't even touched him yet.

She waltzed around him tugging his hands behind his back on the chair, her fingers fiddling with the tie binding his wrists together and he had no intentions of trying to struggle, the front of his boxers was already too tight, but he couldn't resist teasing.

"Now how am I supposed to tuck £5 notes into your thong if I don't have my hands, princess."

Kate finished her work with a satisfied hum her lips ghosting over his ear. "Oh, honey, we both know you'd need notes much bigger than that to afford me."

Anthony couldn't help but whine, as she sashayed to stand in front of him, her hips already swaying, before the music had even started, Def Leppard suddenly blasting through the apartment, a slow smile on Kate's face as her hips started to move in time with the beat, her hair flipping in time , her hands roaming over herself and Anthony already wanted to touch, his fingers twitching behind his back, straining against the restraints as her fingers played with the edge of her top.

"Do you want me to take it off?" She was still moving with the music, her eyebrow raised expectantly. He nodded eagerly, desperate to see her. "Use your words please Anthony."

Her commanding tone was getting him there even quicker than the visual. "Please. Please show me, Princess."

Her top hit the floor seconds later, and fuck he wanted to touch her, to feel her warm soft skin under his fingertips. Wanted for it to be his hands on the zip of her skirt, tugging to down, wanted his tongue to follow the zipper down, and christ all he wanted was to be able to feel her.

"Kate, Babe, please I can't- I need-" Oh she'd dropped her skirt, the red lace of her underway stark against her skin as she turned to face him, walking slowly towards him.

"What do you need Anthony?" Her voice was low and rough, she was so close their legs were nearly touching, and he'd never felt so desperate in his entire life, not even when Kate had snuck into his bedroom one weekend and waited for him, tied to the headboard.

"If you tell me I'll give it to you, I promise." Anthony could barely hear her, his eyes had fixated on the way her breasts were swaying in his face, his hips bucking towards her, "Anthonyyy." Her voice was a sing song now, her fingertip trailing down his chest, making him shiver.

"I want you to ride me!" It fell from his lips i a bit of a panic, and he figured he may as well complete the thought. "And let me cum on your tits."

Kate's eyebrow lifted, her smirk a permanent fixture, as she moved to stand over him, leaning towards him just a little. Anthony strained against the chair to try and get their lips to touch.

"If that's what you want. You were such a good boy tonight." And then her lips were on his, even more relentless than they had been in the car, her tongue sliding sinfully against his as she finally straddled him, his hips bucking upwards immediately his shoulders burning as he strained against the restraints.

And then she was there, the pace punishing as she moved against him, obviously as desperate for him as he'd been for her all night, and he could already tell this wasn't going to last long, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as her arms held him close, desperate noises wrenched from his chest as he tried to hold back long enough. Kate's voice cracking as it was interspersed with gasps and groans

Anthony, Anthony Honey, I'm so so oh Fuck! Look at me.

His eyes snapped to hers and she shattered around him, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Desperate heat building in his stomach tugging behind his belly button and he covered her chest in himself.

Music still blaring from the speaker in the corner, Cherry Pie now, anthony noted vaguely, the only thing breaking up the sounds of their laboured breathing.

Kate hummed staring down at her chest before running her finger through it, bringing it to her lips, making Anthony groan against her. "I'm kind of surprised. since I stopped making you wrap it you never wanna do that anymore."

She trailed her fingers between her legs, bringing them to Anthony's lips.

He whined, "Are you complaining?"

Kate smirked, standing from his lap a little shakily Anthony noted smugly, "Definitely not." Her hands tugging hers free, pulling him to his feet, a soft sigh escaping him as she finally settled his hand on her arse. "Now come on, we're not done yet. There's a headboard you made in here, and I want to stare at it while you rail me."

This girl really was going to be his wife one day, and he couldn't wait.

[randomshyperson]

Hey :) can you please write about jo wilson (grey‘s anatomy) plot would be like „you guys are an engaged couple an you get in a pretty bad car accident and you flatline infront of her in the trauma room etc“

I love your stuff! ❤️ thank youuu

This request got a bit forgotten in my message box, sorry about that anon. I won't be able to write the “jo wilson plot” because I have never seen Greys Anatomy, and I really don't like medical shows. I also have a similar angst I believe, it is called Forever And Always , maybe you would like to give this one a read.

Also, i said already that Wanda suffered enough, i’m not giving her sad endings anymore, canon hurt her enough. 

Glad to know you like my stuff, hope you like this, even if is short.

-.-

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Bitter Present

Summary: Reader and Wanda are married, and they are involved in a car accident.

Words:  3.499K || Read on AO3 

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of smut, a bit of fluff, happy ending people i promise.

Marks: @mionemymind - @abimess​

-.-

Present

"Honey, I can't find my keys." You said to your wife as you rummaged through the kitchen sink drawers.

Wanda let out a giggle, and you were startled when she suddenly touched your waist; you hadn't heard her approach. She wiggled her fingers on your belt, and lifted the metal item to your face.

"They were with you the whole time." She said in a playful tone and you smiled, grabbing your keys, and turning to her.

"All set?" You asked and Wanda nodded, kissing you quickly as she walked towards the exit, you hurried to keep up with her.

"I already called Nat to let her know we're leaving." Wanda says as you get into the car, you mumble in agreement.

As you drive to the house of your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, intending to attend her engagement party, you let out a worried grumble as you look up at the sky. 

"I think there's a storm coming, honey." You say to Wanda in the passenger seat.

"Good thing the party is indoors then." She completes with a smile. You look at her tenderly as the headlight is closed. Wanda is so beautiful, you always think you are too lucky to have married someone so amazing.

"The light turned green." She comments with a playful smile, blushing slightly as she notices your gaze on her. You blink awkwardly, turning back to drive.

//-//

Eight Years Ago

Your palms are sweaty. 

Natasha managed to set you up on a blind date after forcing you to sign up for a popular dating app since not only are you absolutely terrible at it, but you are also a surgeon, and don't exactly have a lot of time available for dating. But after much insistence, you accepted. 

She texted you as you were about to arrive at the restaurant, and you pulled out your cell phone from your pants pocket. The notification read "Talk about casual stuff, please. Don't overthink it Try to relax. You can do it." You smiled at her attempt to instruct you.

Your date had not yet arrived, and you sat down at the table that the app had reserved for you. Nat had told you that there would be other pairs, so you weren't that surprised when you noticed so many other couples at several tables placed next to each other, in a row.

You had left the options open, so you didn't even know the gender of your partner, not that it really mattered. 

Fortunately you didn't wait that long, when a handsome young man approached you, roses in his hands, which made you blush more from surprise than anything else. You greeted each other with a kiss on the cheek and he sat down in front of you.

A little small talk, and you were enjoying yourself. He was nice, and as bad at this as you were, you realized. When you ordered the main meals, however, something interesting happened.

"Hey, I think those are our orders." Commented a black man with an endearing smile. He was sitting at the next table, talking to a redhead. You and your date, Bucky as he had previously introduced himself, smiled in confusion. And then you noticed that the food you had just received was not yours, but that the one at the next table was. 

"I think the team must be overwhelmed with so many people." You said as you helped the couple next to you exchange their orders. 

You blushed when your gaze met the redheaded girl's, being impressed by her stunningly green eyes, and you almost knocked over your plate.

"I guess that's right now." Said the man as you finished, he was quite nice, and you risked another glance at his date, before quickly looking away when she glanced back.

"Yeah, I think it's fine." Bucky replied smiling. 

The meeting took an unconventional turn after that. Bucky noticed the small army necklace the stranger was carrying, and made a comment. And then the two boys began to talk excitedly, and you and the redheaded girl exchanged accomplice looks. When they noticed, they immediately excused themselves, and you giggled.

"I have an idea." You said, and then you exchanged partners.

"That sure is against the rules of the app." Bucky remarked with a smile and you laughed as he sat down at the next table, and the redhead in front of you. 

"I'm Sam by the way." The guy next to you introduced himself, and you smiled when you said your name back.

"Hi." You greeted the girl who sat down across from you.

"Hi." She said smiling at you. "I'm Wanda."

//-//

Seven years ago.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" You ask in surprise as you walked down to the reception desk.

"What are you doing here?" Wanda retorted in the same tone, and you looked down at her clothes in shock.

"My god, you've been transferred to my hospital"  You exclaimed as you understood and Wanda let out a short laugh.

"I see you've already made friends with the new pediatrician, Doctor Maximoff" Announced Fury, your boss for four years, and also director of the Avengers State Hospital, who you hadn't even noticed was present when you walked down to the reception desk and found your girlfriend.

Wanda had mentioned that she had requested a transfer from the hospital where she worked, and is waiting for an answer. With the busy life you both led, you had forgotten to ask about it. And then here she was, duly uniformed and smiling at you.

"I suppose I have HR paperwork on relationship politics to prepare for you two." Commented Fury with an insinuating look when he noticed the way you and Wanda looked at each other. The two of you exchanged shy smiles. "In the meantime, why don't you take the tour with your friend, doctor Y/L/N?"

"Sure, Director Fury, i got it." You nodded in agreement before the man walked toward his own office.

//-//

Six years ago.

"That is so risky." You heard Wanda sigh breathlessly as you had her pressed against a locker, your lips kissing her neck as your hands drifted dangerously down her body.

"Honestly, Fury is to blame." You retorted as you opened the buttons of her blouse. "Forcing me to take time off while you're on duty. I can't believe I'm going 26 hours without touching you. You grumbled as you grabbed her right breast, causing Wanda's smile to turn into a low groan.

"I'll go to your apartment when I'm done." She replied, blushing and biting her lips to stop herself from making so much noise. You nodded before kissing her deeply, your hands reaching inside her pants, your mouth holding back her moan.

//-//

Five years ago.

You smiled as you felt Wanda's arms around you, hugging you around the waist.

"This is our home." She commented tenderly. You stood in the empty living room. The key in your hands.

"Yes, dear." You retorted smiling, "This is our home."

//-//

"Have you ever thought about having kids?" Wanda asked softly as you both were lying in your bed. You stopped staring at the bedroom ceiling to look at her, laying your face on your pillow and slipping your arm underneath.

"I didn't like the idea." You confessed watching her mimic your position.

"What changed?"

"You."

Wanda smiles shyly, and you lift your hand to caress her cheeks.

"Do you think we could do it?" You asked, watching her intently. She blinked slightly confused and you added, "With so many shifts, and little free time. Do you think that would be a good idea?"

Wanda sighed, thoughtfully.

"I don't know." She replied. "It would be a difficult change. We would need to organize ourselves very well so that the kids wouldn't feel alone and..."

"The kids? As in plural?" You interrupted amused, Wanda laughed.

"Oh, sorry, you just want one kid?" She asked slightly ironically, joining in the joke. You pretended to be thoughtful.

"I think we can handle eleven."

"Eleven?" Wanda asked in surprise, laughing softly.

"Yeah, like on a soccer team. One kid for each position on the team" You explain smiling.

"Shut up" She retorted pushing your shoulder lightly while laughing. 

//-//

Four years ago.

"That's hot." You said looking at Natasha's cell phone screen, a picture of a lingerie. She let out a sigh.

"Yeah I know." She retorted taking the cell phone out of your sight and turning back to herself. "Bruce said he wanted to spice things up, and well, that's going to be interesting."

"I'd like to not talk about it over my lunch, though." You hit back with a smile, Nat laughs as she put the cell phone on the table.

"Sorry, but that's what friends are for." She says with a smile as she reaches for her own fork. You are having lunch in the main cafeteria of the hospital, it must be about two o'clock in the afternoon. "And how are things going with Wanda?"

You fiddle with your salad for a few moments, shrugging.

"I've never been more in love with someone." You comment.

"Well, you live together, so that's a good thing."

"I'm going to ask her to marry me."

Nat chokes in surprise, and looks at you with glazed eyes, before letting out an exclamation of happiness that attracts the attention of your colleagues around you.

In the next second she is listing a thousand ways the party could take place, famous buffets, flavor of cake, and you are smiling.

//-//

Present

"And how is the adoption process?" Natasha asked as you two stood in the garden. It had been a couple of hours since you and Wanda arrived at the wedding reception, and you are sitting at one of the outside tables, lots of guests around you. No rain yet.

Wanda smiles as she tells you that you have already met the twins, and that you are in the final processes of making everything official.

"They are so amazing, Nat, you have no idea." You comment as you show her a picture of the boys on your cell phone. Two five-year-old brothers. "They're not a full soccer team, but we'll get there."

Your joke makes Nat and Wanda laugh, and you take a sip of cider as Nat looks at the pictures.

//

Three years earlier.

You stuck your head through the warehouse door and let out a sad sigh when you found Wanda sitting on the floor, her head between her legs. 

"Hey honey." You greeted her as you entered and closed the door, walking over to her to sit beside her on the floor.

Wanda wiped away tears with one hand as she raised her head and grasped the other in your lap.

"Hey." She answered weakly, and you squeezed your hands together.

"I'm sorry." You said. "It wasn't your fault."

"It's not how I feel." She retorted hurt. "Nor how his family feels."

You sigh lightly, wishing you could change things. But you can't.

"Unfortunately we can't save every patient, Wands. You've done everything you can."

"He was only four years old." She retorted tearfully. 

"I know honey." You said releasing her hand to put your arm between her shoulders. Wanda sank into your embrace, crying softly. "I'm sorry."

//-//

Two years earlier.

You heard a familiar noise as you entered the living room, and you looked suspiciously at your wife when she startled when she saw you.

"Honey, what are you hiding back there, huh?" you asked crossing your arms. Wanda looked at you with surprise.

"Hey honey." Wanda said half-heartedly. "Don't be mad."

A meow echoed in the room and you let out a giggle.

"I imagine it wasn't you who made that lovely sound, was it, Wanda?"

Wanda moved to the side, and you let out a sigh as you observed the small creature inside a box on the table beside the sofa. 

"I found it around the street corner." 

You let out a chuckle, uncrossing your arms as you walked over to the animal. The cat couldn't have been even two months old.

"And of course the most logical choice was to bring him home instead of dropping him off at some pet shop."

"He was hungry." She retorted slightly upset, you laughed, taking your attention away from the cat to look at Wanda.

"Why are you grimacing, now I have two kittens at home." You joked stealing a quick kiss from Wanda, who relaxed her posture immediately.

"So can we keep him?"

You laughed, reaching out your arm to hug Wanda by the shoulders, she relaxed against you.

"We're going to have to figure out how to take care of a cat while working fifty hours a week, honey."

//-//

Present

You kissed Natasha's cheek as you said goodbye, Wanda mimicked your movement next. You both waved to Bruce again as you walked back to the car parked in front of your friend's house.

"Be careful in the rain." Nat warned as soon as you arrived at the vehicle, and you nodded in agreement.

By the time you have been driving a few minutes, Wanda turns on the radio, softly humming the song that begins.

"Can we watch something when we arrive?" She asks next, and you smile.

"By something you mean a sitcom?" You quip humorously, and she laughs softly, mumbling in agreement.

You are silent, and Wanda only speaks again when it starts to rain. 

"This is getting heavy." She comments as she watches the drops thicken. 

"Yeah, I'll pull over until it gets better." You tell her also worriedly, as you slow the car down to stop on the shoulder.

You think you hear a brake and turn your head to the side quickly, and a golden light is all you see before you black out.

//-//

You wake up in a jolt.

"Wanda?" That is the first question that escapes your lips. You blink in confusion trying to get used to your surroundings, there is a hand on your forearm the next second. "Nat, what...?"

"Hey, easy." Your friend asks pushing you lightly on the bed. She has a tired countenance and you look at her with confusion.

"Where's Wanda? Where am I?" you begin to despair, noticing your surroundings. 

"You're in the hospital." She replies stopping you from getting up, not that you have much strength anyway. Your body aches. At her words you notice the room around you. It is a white room. There are needles in your arm. " You guys suffered an accident."

You choke in surprise, trying to sit up, but you feel a sharp pain in your ribs.

"Where is my wife?" You ask again, feeling your throat close up. Nat looks away.

"She's in surgery, Y/N," Nat replies gloomily. You feel your eyes fill with tears, but you force yourself to sit up, pushing Nat's hands away. "Please, you can't strain yourself."

"No." You interrupt. "I need to see her."

"Y/N."

"I need to." You repeated again pushing your feet off the bed. Nat had a tearful face, but grumbled that you would make her lose her job some of these days as she helped you remove the needles in your arm.

Nat led you around the hospital to the trauma center, you ignored the curious glances your co-workers and a few strangers threw at you through the hallways. You leaned against the glass, watching Wanda on a gurney, many doctors around her.

Your face wet with tears as you asked:

"What happened?"

"A truck driver lost control." Nat replied looking at you. "It hit you on the breakdown lane. Wanda... She has a skull fracture."

You sobbed, lowering your gaze.

"Stephen is operating, Y/N" Nat continued as he held your hand. "He's the best we've got, we're going to do everything possible..."

"I can't lose her." You breathlessly interrupted, crying. "God, I can'..."

Nat hugged you next, and you collapsed in sobs.

//-//

Wanda had been in surgery for six hours.

Fury made you go back to your room and get checked up. And after doing this, and putting on a change of clothes that Nat had picked up for you, you went back to the trauma room, and waited.

Your face is wet with tears when your phone rings, and you go out into the hallway to answer it.

"Yes?" You asked in a hoarse voice.

"Miss Y/L/N?" A female voice asked, you ran your free hand across your face before confirming. "I have great news for you and your wife, dear. The judge has cleared the finalization of the adoption. You can pick up the twins at the orphanage on Monday morning."

You let out an exclamation of surprise. And then you are holding back the cry.

"Wow, that's... Incredible." You laugh breathlessly. You swallow the emotion in your voice. "I'm going to... I'm going to let Wanda know. She... She'll be very happy."

"Yes, I can imagine. Congratulations to new moms." Says the woman, and you hang up, no longer able to hold back the crying. You sit on the floor, sinking your face into your arms.

Nat appears beside you a moment later, concerned as she places a hand on your forearm, but you are unable to say anything for long minutes.

//-//

When the surgery is over, Wanda is in an induced coma.

Stephen is saying that the procedure went well, but that they need to leave her under observation, and that there are considerations to be made and they cannot know what the sequelae are, but it all seems like noise to you.

Nat says you should sleep and eat, but you are already walking over to stand next to Wanda's bed. 

"Hey, honey" You tell her softly, reaching into the sheet to hold her hand. "You'll be glad to know who called." You tell Wanda, wiping away your own tears as they flow. "We're going to be mommies, Wands." You gasp. "You need to wake up soon, honey. We need to be there on Monday."

Wanda just stood there, unmoving. And you sobbed, looking away. Stephen was beside you again, updating the documentation about Wanda's surgery.

//-//

"Enough, you need to eat something." Nat announced as she pulled you out of the room by your arm, a few hours after you arrived in Wanda's room. "And you're going to take a shower too."

You were so tired that you couldn't even resist, taking one last look at your sleeping wife as you were dragged out.

Nat waited outside the locker room while you took a shower. And then she took you to the cafeteria.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks as you eat hamburger sitting at one of the tables. You let out a dry laugh, and point outside the hospital. 

"If anything happens, I'm going to jump off that bridge". You grumble, and Nat lets out a sigh.

"Don't say things like that, it's not funny." She retorts with concern and you wipe away the new tears that have formed in your eyes. 

"I'm not telling a joke, Natasha." You tell her impatiently.

You throw your burger back on the tray, running your hand through your hair.

"I'm sorry about all this, Y/N" Nat says reaching for your hand on the table. It takes a moment for you to shake her hand back.

//-//

Wanda had been in a coma for two days.

You had no more tears, so you just stood by her bedside like a ghost, unable to really think about anything.

Natasha checked on you between shifts, and she also asked Bruce to feed your cat. 

After you fetched some coffee in the early morning hours of the third day, you gasped when the device at Wanda's bedside started beeping. 

Within a second there were nurses rushing in, and someone was pulling you out.

Your coffee cup fell to the hallway floor as you caught a glimpse of the medical staff using the cardiac defibrillator before the door was closed.

//-//

You awoke in fright, many hours without news of Wanda. You were asleep in the waiting room.

Nat was poking you lightly on the shoulder, his eyes full of tears.

"What is it?"

"She woke up."

//-//

Monday.

"Is it true that we're going to have two moms now?" Billy asked from the back seat. Natasha laughed lightly as she drove. 

"Yes, darlings, you're going to love it." She told. "Mama Wanda makes the best cakes, and you will get everything you want from Mama Y/N."

"That's so cool." Commented Tommy to his brother, holding his hand.

"Why couldn't moms pick us up?" Tommy asked a moment later, but Nat's expression was calm in the rearview mirror.

"Mommy Wanda got hurt last week." She recounted. "So your other mommy had to take care of her, but they are waiting for you at home. And I hear there are lots of presents waiting for you."

[twistedmusings]

A/N: My first request *squeal*. Thank you @raymiazaki​ !It feels like I’m a librarian recommending books. Honestly after watching the Malleus’s birthday SSR I couldn’t keep away from this request solely cause HOW CAN HE BE THAT ADORABLE? He ate a whole cake by himself because he had no one else to eat it with q wq  I’ll eat it with you, bae. 

Warnings: None, Very platonic and just way too much too much fluff!

Let me get that book for you! 

Dear Grandmother--

Dearest Grandmother--

My esteemed Queen, I have--

Malleus sighs as he tries to clear his mind and restart all over. His grandmother had written him a beautiful letter congratulating him for his birthday and Malleus held the belief that maybe he should start writing back to her. He knows she is rather busy with the entire kingdom but maybe he should start putting effort in telling her about his school life. 

His third year had been rather interesting, after all. 

The cold hit against his skin as he looked down, fixing the buttons on his suit as well as touching the rather impressive decal on his right breast pocket. Were human celebrations meant to be so decorative? With the way the Diasmonia lounge had been decorated it seemed so. It was all rather new so it wasn’t like he had minded the rather festive celebration. Lillia had done a small presentation with his bass, Silver had given him a rather soft looking pillow and Sebek had handed him an apple that was beautifully carved to shape a mighty dragon spewing fire. 

And you had come along, probably the biggest surprise of all. 

He raised his head when he saw the Ramshackle dorm lights, quickening his pace just a bit as he remembered your visit. 

For some reason the Headmaster had asked you to interview some of your friends for their birthday months. He said that it would make a great piece for the school newspaper as well as a way for Night Raven College students to know what kind of people attended this prestigious school. You were friends with some rather eccentric people so Malleus figured that the Headmaster had asked the right person. Before your visit, he had read up on everybody else’s answer as well as practicing what he would say to some potential questions you might ask, Lilia catching him talking to himself and asking if he needed to ‘lie down’ with a teasing smile on his face. Malleus simply stated that he wanted to be ready for what you might say. 

The fae was pleasantly surprised, however, to find that most of your questions led to some pleasant tid bits of conversation he rarely got to have with you in his day to day life. You had looked quite impressed when he spoke about his confusion with human birthday celebrations and stating how you never saw it from his point of view, not panicking about how one hundred years didn’t compare at all to the life of a fae. 

You didn’t fear for your mortality, you welcomed it. 

Maybe that is why he wanted to write to his grandmother, because he had made a friend that interested him far more than anything else in these past two years. 

You approached him without fear, spoke to him as if he was just another regular person and insisted on calling him the nickname you had given him when you two first met. When he asked for your reason as to why you kept calling him that despite now knowing his true name, you simply shrugged and smiled, stating that it was special. A secret that was shared between you. 

He had promptly apologized after, stating that he rather liked the nickname as well and how he hoped you would continue using it. 

The interview went just as fast as he had expected it, the little cat of yours pawing at your shoulder and insisting that you get a move on or else there would be no time to ‘prepare’. Which was a pity, you two had just been talking about how an entire birthday cake should be eaten with friends instead of all by himself but he guessed that you were still rather caught up in Ramshackle dorm priorities. 

Whatever those may be. You stood up fast and gathered your things before turning to Malleus, the other thanking you for coming and wishing you a good rest of your night. He turned to the balcony once he heard the door of the dorm close shut, moving towards it in hopes to catch a glimpse of you as you left. Malleus smiled as he watched Grimm float in front of you as you struggled to catch up, saying something about how you had forgotten the most important part. 

“Ramshackle is so far away! Why didn’t you ask him during the interview!” 

“I forgot! Just...go to Ramshackle and I’ll meet you there!” 

Seems you forgot something. Malleus watches as Grimm leaves, waiting a few moments before calling out to you. “Child of man?” 

His eyes meet yours as you smile, waving your hands around as you let out a happy squeal. “Oh good! You’re up there! Listen! I don’t know why I forgot to tell you this but--mind coming over to Ramshackle after the party here is over?” 

He tilts his head, an invitation? Apparently you could see the confusion in his eyes and spoke again. 

“Just for a little bit! I forgot your present at my place and I want to give it to you before the night is over!” 

You had looked up at him, both of you still looking at each other as Malleus thought about his answer. 

“...Alright. I’ll be seeing you there, Prefect.” 

With a grin, you waved at him and ran after your little cat familiar, leaving Malleus with a smile and newfound excitement. 

From one party to another, he figured Lillia’s party nature may be rubbing off on him. 

He walks up the Ramshackles steps, smiling as he takes a look at all the decorations that hung on your dorm. Diasmonia had some wonderful looking gargoyles, no denying that, but they were all mostly dragons and other such creatures. Yours were a lot more creative, the gargoyles seemingly designed in such a way that anyone would feel welcome in Ramshackle but to not let their guard down.

Malleus knocked on the door twice and looked around, wondering just why all the lights were on. Your lounge lights were usually dim by this time of night and if he was lucky he would find you sitting outside staring up at the stars. Maybe that is your goal? Instead of him inviting you on a nightly walk, this time it would be you inviting him? 

How curious, why did the prospect of you inviting him anywhere get him this flustered. 

The door opening, revealing a rather happy looking Ramshackle prefect. “Hi.” 

“Good evening.” 

You both stare at each other for a little bit before you move out of the way, Malleus smiling as he thanks you for letting him inside. “Was it too cold out? Should I have made the interview earlier?” 

Malleus shook his head, “The cold doesn’t affect fae like it affects humans, this is our usual walking time anyway so I am used to this temperature.” 

Another beat of silence, Malleus’s eyes locking onto your fingers as they fiddle with the bottom of your shirt. “Was there a reason you needed me to come here, child of man?” 

You perk up and nod quickly. “Yes! A reason! A really important one, actually. Just…” 

He watches you nod to yourself as if coming to terms with your resolve. “Follow me to my room, please!” 

Interesting. You seemed nervous but the reason was not apparent to Malleus. Was his presence making you uncomfortable? No, then you wouldn’t have invited him here. It was something else then. Both of you jump when hearing a crash from the Lounge, Malleus turning around before looking back at you. “Is there someone--” “No nobody is here! I think it was just Grimm doing whatever he does around this time of night hahaha!” you take his hand and rush to your staircase, “Just follow me!” 

This...would have been considered an act of highest treason in the Valley of Thorns. Nobody in the kingdom would dare touch a royal so carelessly, least of all drag them somewhere. The person would be immediately killed where they stood. Yet Malleus couldn’t do anything but smile as you dragged him to your room, looking around and taking in the rather homely atmosphere of the dorm. There were a lot of mirrors here and there, a portal for the ghosts to travel through he guessed. Yet he could see bits and traces of you living here, clearly making the dorm your own. Just you living here, all by yourself. He wondered if you got lonely. Both of you stop at your room, Malleus stepping in and smiling at some of the trinkets laying around. Shells, playing cards, a color necklace, some round gemstones in a small bowl and books that he recognized from his first year in Night Raven. In each one he could see the bond you had made with the dorm leader of each dorm. 

He guessed that meant he would need to give you something as well. “Tsunotarou!” 

“Yes?” 

Malleus turns around only to see you holding out a small box to him, the box a glossy black with a small green bow on top.

“Happy Birthday.” you smile as he takes the box, “It’s not much. I don’t really have any way to make money but I scrounged up what I could and I think it is pretty decent!” 

“...” He stares at the box and then at you, the nervousness in your eyes clear and present as he takes the little box. “I’m sure you got cooler presents than this but I didn’t want to be the only one who didn’t give you anything.” 

Malleus nods at your words before putting the box down on whatever surface he could find. “Tsun--” 

Cold hands grab your wrists and pull you into his arms, Malleus smiling as he squeezes lightly in order to show that, yes, this was his first hug with a human and he was more than happy that it happened to be with you. “Thank you. I didn’t expect such a surprise.” 

You blink for a couple of seconds before smiling, digging your face in his shirt before pulling away. “Now I’m just embarrassed. You weren’t this smooth when I first met you.” 

He tilts his head, “I am not in my dragon form…” 

“No I meant--” 

“[Y/N!]” 

The door to your room busts open as Malleus feels you pull away from the hug, looking over at the intruder only to find that it was none other than the dorm leader of the Scarabia dorm. “Kalim--” 

“Kalim! You were supposed to wait downstairs!” 

“I know! I know but--Grimm accidentally set fire to one of your curtains and I tried to put it out with my Oasis Maker but now the entire lounge is wet! I suggested I get someone to help but Leona insisted that I just come get you because it sounded like the ‘Lizard’ was already here.”

Both you and Kalim look at Malleus as the other smiles. 

“He really can smell me from a mile away…” 

Kalim grins, “I guess so!” he looks between you and the Diasmonia dorm leader, “Was I interrupting something?” 

You quickly shake your head before turning to your fae friend. “I guess that surprise is ruined. I invited everyone to celebrate since I thought that maybe you guys would want to have a sort of ‘dorm leader’ celebration thing. Then the others showed up and it got a lot more crowded. Sebek, Silver and Lilia are here too, by the way. Honestly Grimm setting fire to anything was unprecedented but at least Ramshackle is still standing so….surprise?” 

Malleus smiles before laughing, Kalim joining in as you covered your face with your hands. 

“It is quite a surprise, to be fixing my own surprise party.” 

“Right? There is no bigger surprise than that! Come on! I want to get everything started already!” 

Kalim runs downstairs as you sigh and  walk out of your room, Malleus following close with the small box in hand. 

Whatever he wrote, he believed his Grandmother would be happy to see that he made such a wonderful new friend. 

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

a/n: cuties!! hehe we’re finally getting...a couple things in this chapter that i’ve been wanting to share sooo bad! i added question marks to some of the tags to make it more of a surprise! i love hearing what ya thought of it! hehe <3 

Five 

Pairing: self insert, (?) x female reader x bang chan 

Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut and angst 

Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, collegestudent!seungmin, royal!minho, informantandclubowner!changbin (loll thats so long), (?)!felix, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, mentions of alcoholic drinks and getting drunk, hehe bit of smut/suggestive content (tags omitted for surprise--nothing crazy to tag tho hehe), maknae line are my sons in this fic, binnie in this fic can fkn take me lol 

CWs: sizable shoot out in public club with several people involved, presumed that people die because of this event, lots blood and other wounds such as gunshot wounds, mentions of drugs (both recreational and hard drugs) mentions of weapons such as knives and guns--the whole scene is violent 

Word count: 8.5k 

Parts 

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE 

“Five years later and I’m still tying your ties, F. Some things never change.” 

Jeongin cracks a smile, simple and cute, much like the man himself even when he has a handgun glued to his hand. 

“It’s still a harder task than some of the stuff that they have us doing. Not gonna lie.” 

You smooth down your partner’s lapels where he’s pinned a small pin of the ticking clock. While others would wear crests, the insignia that bonds you to the younger man is this this small instrument. He’s quiet while he watches you fiddle with his silk blue tie that compliments his snow white hair perfectly. 

“Are you nervous for tonight?” 

Your partner upkeeps his stoic façade the best he can, but tonight there’s something different about him. His silent answer speaks louder than he could ever admit. On the queen sized bed, Seungmin kicks his perfectly shined shoes while flipping through the channels of the TV with a staticky sounding click. Jeongin lightly brushes his hand over the diamond dangling earrings that twinkle as they are supposed to from your ears--likely they’re crystals, not the more expensive jewel. 

“I’m not nervous,” He finally sighs, but there’s a bit of a crack to his voice. “I trust you. And Two. I’m trying to focus on that.” 

“It’ll be fine.” You assure, “White Rabbit must have his own security that would be at his beck and call. If anyone shoots at us, they’re shooting at him. We’re not alone.” 

The young agent nods, then gives a little slap to the college student on the bed. “Get up. We’re leaving. Remember what I showed you?” 

Jeongin draws from the bedside a small handgun. It’s more decorative than protective, but still fires bullets that could save his life. 

“Keep it in your breast pocket. Make sure that no one sees it. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” 

Seungmin’s eyes widen as he feels its weight in his hand. “Got it. I hope I don’t have to use it.” 

“Me too,” You give the youngster a soothing smile. “And remember, don’t tell anyone your name. When you’re in there, your name is S. Better yet, it’s best not to interact with anyone.” 

He nods, then slides it into the thin fabric of his coat. The young man looks considerably more dapper with The Agency’s clothes: a deep purple velvet two piece with silver cufflinks decorated with white roses--another symbol that you’ve grown familiar with. 

The prince saunters up to the bedroom with a slick tap at the opened door. He oozes with regality; not like you expected any less. The royal has dressed himself magnificently without the aid of his help once more: a pure black silk suit with a smart pressed white button up that’s spotless with not one crinkle. The while shirt itself is adorned with two thin silver chains which stretch across his lower torso. At the neck where the shirt meets its last button, there’s a floral brooch: one more more white rose for good measure. 

“Wow!!” Seungmin respectfully bows. “Your Highness, you look--” 

“--I didn’t fuck up the hair, did I?” 

Chan grins as he brings his fingers through his newly colored hair; its much lighter than his dark locks had been before: now a shade of tawny brown. The change to his appearance had come at the request of the palace who suggested that he try to conceal his identity even further as to not arouse suspicion. 

“Handsome as ever, your Highness.” You sneer out the compliment. 

Since the previous night had turned sour, seeing eye to eye with the prince had become harder to do. It was a wild confliction of feelings when you thought more and more of it. With every glance that he would throw in your direction, along with way that he had stared at you all through breakfast, you couldn’t meet him. You felt as if you had borne a wound for him to see, for him to poke at--the secret kind that was best kept to yourself--and he had dug his finger in; he had laughed. 

The prince tilted his head, and you met his eyes for the first time since then. There was a softness about him when you knew that he was inspecting you. You knew you must’ve been overthinking it--and that was what made it so dangerous. 

“Looking stunning as always, Bee. I knew that you would wear that dress well.” 

You let the words, “Thank you,” leave your tongue before toying with the small handbag provided to you. As always, your thigh holster held steady under your dress. 

Four clicks at the suite door sounded, startling nearly everyone in the room, revealing everyone’s nerves which they had denied. 

“That’ll be Lee Minho.” Chan announced. 

Two answered the door in his own costuming. The two men bowed upon meeting, a usual meeting between strangers. The agent lead him to the room, and the royal buttoned his own suit properly. 

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m Lee--” 

“--Minho.” Jeongin dryly cut, “We know who you are.” 

Luckily, you and your partner shared the same apprehension. 

“I’m Fox. You’ve met Bee. The young kid is S, he’s a new agent. The quiet one that let you in is Two.” 

Minho bowed politely with a slight blush. “You weren’t kidding when you said that you were well protected, Your Highness.” 

Chan chuckled in response then clapped the other royal by the back. 

“You look amazing,” Minho said to the prince who shooed him away with a humble hand. 

“You as well.” 

Chan sized up the royal who indeed looked like one. His suit was a simplier charcoal grey with pinstripes with a white undershirt that ruffled at the collar. Not typical of the royals that you knew, he also wore dangling silver earrings that would have never passed the royal standard for professionalism. However, it made sense considering that he had been of a lower rank. 

“Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, shall we head out?” Chan put a very obvious hand to the lower back of Lee Minho while checking with the rest of the group. “It’s best not to keep him waiting?” 

Your partner nodded and ushered the group out while giving his body one more pat down to ensure that all concealed weapons were in place. Two checked the assortment of knives tucked discreetly into his own jacket. The man had some kind of wicked and unidentifiable grin while he felt the metal against his fingers. You exited at the rear, feeling a hand tug at your arm. 

“--Bee, I’m sorry about what happened...I’m...I hope that you can understand my motivations as to why I said what I did, it didn’t seem like the right time--” 

“--There will never be a right time.” You tore your arm free. “Your Highness, what happened...that was a mistake on my part. I acted out of line. There will never be a right time because...I’m your guard, and you’re my prince. Do you understand?” 

“But Bee--” 

“--End of discussion,” The words burned in your throat seeing the way that he had looked at you just then, and it was clear that he definitely didn’t understand. 

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You had heard that the White Rabbit had been a prideful man--this was now an indisputable fact once you pulled up to the roaring nightclub set into one of the busiest streets on the avenue in Cairo. Everything about the place was showy and bright and outrageous. It was a miracle that the man hadn’t been caught considering that his home base was as obvious as it was. The entire front of the night club shone with the brilliance of a million stars in a hundred different colors. A giant marquee held the signage with the title of the place, “The Tea Party” coupled with the image of the white rabbit himself--the one from the old movie--a stout little thing with his pocket watch swinging from his paw. His neck was wrapped up in a white ruff, and he wore a frock pattered in red hearts. 

A line stretched from the front entrance for as far as you could see, and clubbers swung their bodies in tune to the muffled sound of the EDM music thumping from inside and throwing cigarette butts to the sidewalk. 

“Do we just walk in?” Seungmin hurriedly asked with nervous hands wrapped around his body. 

“We’re expected, so, yes.” You snaked your arm through Jeongin’s to look even less conspicuous. “Just relax,” You commanded the group lowly. 

From the corner of your eye, you saw the prince slug his arm around Lee Minho who appeared to shrink under the other man’s broad shoulders. 

Two large bouncers stood at the entrance with muscles swelling under their shirts stained pink in areas which you assumed to have been white at some point. 

“Names?” One of them grunted rather than spoke. 

From his pocket, your partner took out his very own pocket watch that had been hidden with the rest of your supplies upon arrival to Cairo. On the opposite side of the watch was engraved the two symbols intertwined: the white rabbit and the the white rose. The two men inspected it, nodded, and opened the door for your small entourage. As soon as you entered the booming central room, you could see Seungmin’s shoulders drop as he relaxed. 

“There should be someone meeting us!” Jeongin yelled over the sound of the white noise leading to the bass drop. Hundreds of clubbers danced with the music, throwing their glasses to the air and howling like animals. You wouldn’t have been surprised if at least half of them had been strung out on the very drugs that the man himself had helped peddle. 

The young agent pulled you closer to him as stumbling bodies passed. 

“They could be here. We have to be on our guard.” 

“Let me watch the prince.” 

Jeongin nodded, letting you recede to the back of the group where Two had tailed. His eye wound hadn’t healed nearly enough, so he opted to wear the sunglasses once more. It was likely that word had spread about the four of you escaped twice--his eye was evidence. From behind the group, you watched the way the the prince’s hand fell down hold Lee Minho by the hip, and the way that his fingers dug in there slightly. As much as you had denied it, seeing them close brought back the very covetous thoughts you tried to keep at bay. 

A slender woman with gorgeous tanned skin pushed her way through the crowd and set her eyes on the white head of your partner. Her dress was even thinner than yours, but she wore it as if it was her second skin. The luxurious red color contrasted perfectly with her dark hair and eyes. 

“Are you Fox?” She asked with a thick accent, and cascaded her hand down the young man’s arm. 

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Bun asked me to bring you to him. I know the way.” 

She let her hand fall into Jeongin’s who whipped his head back to you with dry lips that he wetted immediately. You had expected to have been retrieved by someone a bit stockier than this woman. 

“He’s trying to get our guard down.” Two said suddenly as he reached into his pocket to thumb over his stockpile of metal there. “Don’t you think?” 

The woman took your group near to the corner of the room where bodies didn’t linger for long, but were drawn in the mosh pit in the center. Tables lined these edges which were fashioned into booths with red velvet curtains for privacy to do much more sinister things. The room smelled heavily of pure alcohol spilled by drunk hands and of synthetic fabrics made of cheap plastics. A dozen different fragrances mingled into one dizzying mess: each a scent so different and chemical that it was toxic. 

She walked with a swing to her hips, all the way to a booth that was a bit larger than the others--you could only assume that this must’ve been his booth. The woman gestured for you all to enter before drawing the curtain. At the center of the table, the rabbit’s symbol had been burned into the wood. She wore some kind of thin diamond bracelet which she hovered over the image, causing a winding staircase to pop from the carpeted floor down to a hidden chamber. 

“Take the stairs, and it you’ll see it once you get down there.” 

Your partner have her a curt nod in thanks, then lead the group further down. A soft green and red glow emanated from the space below, also humming with a concealed type of music different from that which was played in the club. From here, it nearly sounded like jazz. 

The corridor under the club was bleak and grey with cement, but wooden crates lined it with stamps on the sides in numerous different languages. Your brain could only fathom where the contents had been before they ended up in this basement. It must have been millions of dollars just sitting undisturbed with enough firepower to blow up the whole building and more. 

“Guns. Military grade and a little more improper,” Minho sighed out. “He must have every model in existence here.” 

“Do you think that he has like...missiles?” Seungmin reached for his small handgun. 

“Ease up S.” You tried to contain your own creeping fear, “Those would be too big to keep down here.” 

“Who says that this is his whole stockpile?” Two deadpanned as he cleaned his glasses. 

At the end of the hall, one more bulky guard stood expressionless with a small sized machine gun ready in his hands. He opened the door without saying much else, letting loose the red and green lights you had seen before, and with it, the putrid smell of expensive drink and marijuana. 

The smaller room was only lit by strobes with multicolored gels, and it was dense with the smoke of many number of drugs and vices. There was a small bar with a bartender with bagged eyes and a swath of women in cocktail dresses and men with ties tugged nearly all the way off their necks with lipstick marks pressed into them. 

A single disco ball spun above their heads, spreading shiny squares all across the room. Even more guards waited in the same uniform, but these ones looked more expensive--likely his own personal detail wearing gaudy chains and wrist watches inlaid with diamonds and crested in real gold. 

“My friends! You were able to make it!” 

The man of the hour spread his legs wide on his leather couch set upon a lion’s coat rug, complete with a head and marble eyes and all. At his sides were two more women more unique than the rest: both of them was breathtakingly gorgeous, one of them jeweled like a queen with a thick gold choker that resembled that which old Egyptian royalty would. Her head was smoothed with no hair at all, but instead intricate and beautiful tattoos decorated her like some kind of otherworldly being. The other woman had a cat-like face with two differently colored eyes; one hazel green and the other icy blue contrasting with her fiery orange hair. 

“Carroll told me that you had a bit of trouble before you got here. I’m glad to see that you were able to get here in one piece. It only seems like things are getting more and more...risky these days. Even for people like us.” 

“We’re not “people like you,” Rabbit.” You pushed to the font of the group. 

The club owner himself was dressed in a purely white fur coat which you presumed to be made of real fur. Considering the material, it must’ve been made from the fur of snow foxes--an interesting choice considering your partner’s persona. The smaller man with a thick and muscled form took off his yellow tinted sunglasses to tuck them into his wildly printed shirt that had tiny buttons doing the work of keeping his chest covered. 

“Babydoll! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’ve heard all about you. Your reputation precedes you.” He took a rather greedy bite to his lip whilst looking you up and down. The white dress must have been doing it’s job well. 

“Babydoll?” Chan asked with furrowed brows. “What is--who is--?” 

“As does your reputation, Rabbit. I wouldn’t have expected less.” 

The proud man snorted, “I hope this doesn’t mean that you’ve got any...preconceived notions about my lifestyle. Our dear friend Carroll doesn’t seem to.” 

“Of course not.” 

“And you...you must be the Prince of Bulgeun! His Royal Highness Prince Chan of the Crown!” The White Rabbit spread out his arms wide in welcome. “I don’t often get royalty in my club--lots of celebrities and the like.” He leaned over to one of his guards, speaking in Egyptian Arabic and asking for drinks for the group. 

“Yes. It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” Chan bowed deep. 

“So respectful!” The White Rabbit chuckled, “You can all call me Bun. We’re all friends here. And you...who might you be?” Bun pointed a finger at Minho who stepped forward. 

“Baron Lee Minho, of Bulgeun as well.” 

“Ah! And a Baron too! How did I get so lucky to have such honorable company?” Cat-face ticked her long nails against the club owner’s hand slung around her. 

“You know what we’re here for, Rabbit. There’s no need for theatrics.” Jeongin huffed his words out with a confident breath. 

“You’re the one that they call Fox? Rumor has it that you and Carroll have a rather...special...connection?” 

The bartender arrived with drinks, each of them looking expensive with flecks of gold leaf floating on the surface of the clear liquid. Seungmin shot an apprehensive glare once the glasses were left on a small side table. As had been discussed previously, none of your group had picked up a glass. 

The woman with beautiful tattoos stretched a hand down one of the White Rabbit’s thighs, reaching dangerously high between them; just enough to make you flinch from the forward action. 

“Baby, I see that you’re playing a dangerous game towing this Price around, so of course I’m willing to help a friend of my friend. You’re lucky that I’ve got just the intel that you need. Some people just don’t know how to shut their mouths, especially when the get a taste of what I’m selling.” 

“Oh? And what have you been hearing?” 

You eyed a leather chair across from him seeing an opportunity. 

“Your Highness.” You motioned for Chan to sit in the chair next to yours, swinging your legs crossed to peek from the thin white silk in full view for the Rabbit to see. After, you dipped your chin into your palm, just for the purpose of letting the front of your dress fall slightly. The prince remained quiet while taking his seat and spreading his legs out strongly. 

“If it’s compensation that you need Rabbit, the Crown is also willing to make offers for added...persuasion.” 

Chan crossed his fingers in his lap leaning forward. His words were slick and domineering--kingly even. 

“Is that so?” The White Rabbit tugged at his lip with his teeth, “I wasn’t aware.” 

“Double what The Agency is offering. If I like what you say.” 

The club owner scoffed with a grin, “Oh, you’ll like what I say.” Cat-face lifted his drink to his lips, then wiped off the excess off with her finger. Both of the body guards appeared to tense before he spoke and tried to be inconspicuous while they reached for their decorated pieces resting in their waistbands. 

“Hell, I’ll even tell you what they call themselves.” 

In your impatience, you leaned forward, “Who are they?” 

“They’re called The Spades. Some kind of new crime syndicate that’s been fucking up my business and making bargains with my customers. Of course, as you know...I work in a very lucrative business.” 

“Naturally.” 

“They’ve been stockpiling shit like crazy: all kinds of weapons, any kind that you can think of outside of fucking nukes. They’ve even tapped into drugs as well to make extra on the side. I don’t know what it is that they’re doing that makes them so appealing, but suddenly I’m missing out on millions because of those fuckers. They’ve got someone masterminding it all too--some crazed bastard. I’ve been trying to find him ever since they popped up.” He resumed his grasp on both of his women who cuddled into him. 

“Mastermind? The one who’s running the whole operation? You know him?” Both you and your partner locked eyes quick enough for the other man to not take notice. 

“No, one of his cronies. He runs the business. He’s illusive and fucking insane. Someone whispered once that he’s psychotic or something like that. You think that I’m bad...” 

“Who?? Who is he? Where can we find him?” 

“Slow your role there doll, I’m just getting to the good part.” The Rabbit nodded for another sip of his drink. “He’s got several names depending on who you’re talking to. Fucking funnily enough, I’ve heard that he goes by “Hatter,” or more commonly “Joker.” He deals in anything: arms, drugs, sex...and he works for The King.” 

“The King?” Chan butted in with the mention of a royal name. 

“Not your silly little king, prince. The King. The one who runs it all. He tells The Spades what to do. They’re everywhere, taking over every sector in every nation. They’re trying to dismantle it all--every political system, monarchy, presidency...everything. It looks like they’re starting with you, prince. The Spades preach about chaos. Every man for himself...but it’s a lie. Why the hell else would they be stockpiling? They’re trying to take it all over.” 

Seungmin gulped audibly as he sunk to the back of the group. 

“When there’s no more control the ones with the most resources always end up on top.” The young student whispered. 

“This King, do you know who he is?” Jeongin spoke over Seungmin to detract attention from him. 

“Nope.” The White Rabbit swung his legs up on the small coffee table with alligator leather shoes. “I’ve been a little focused on taking down the Joker at the moment, for your information.” 

“What’s your intel on him then? He must know how to get to The King.” Minho pushed to the front of the group right to Chan’s side. “We’re not satisfied with your information yet.” 

The Baron’s sudden demand surprised you: he had been timid before--so you had thought. 

The club owner looked to Chan, keeper of his “persuasion” who nodded to prompt him for more. 

“He’s on some island off Greece. Private. Tight security, the kind that could shoot you out of the sky.” 

“Impressive.” You tutted, feigning confidence once more. “What more do you know?” 

The woman with the bangled necklace whispered something in his ear once peeking at a small old-model cellphone in her hand, brushing her lips over his earlobe. Over the sound system, the jazz music turned sultry, and both women moved to join the other intoxicated clubbers in the back to sway around brass poles. 

“There’s the freckled bastard. He’s the grunt--and the one that’s been chasing you I think. Real nuisance isn’t he? He’s the Knave. Had a few run ins with him myself.” 

You thought back to the gas station and the black SUVs. Between all the shards of glass, it had been hard to make anyone out, but you had figured that he had must’ve been one of the men throwing their bodies out of the windows to shoot. 

The Rabbit chuckled out with some kind of hand signal to his guards. “Knowing him, he could be right outside my door for that matter.” 

Jeongin’s eyes flew open, sending you “the look.” Your time was running out. Judging by the way that you hadn’t noticed that the Rabbit’s women had cleared out the other clubbers from the room, they must’ve known something that you didn’t. The club owner stood up with a languid stretch and cracked his knuckles. 

“We probably don’t have much more time before they come in here guns blazing. Best protect your prince, hm?” 

“Rabbit! You must know something about The King?!” You crossed the room to grab at his frim and fuzzy arm. 

He slyly smiled, amused by your grip, “Like I said doll, no one knows much about him. Your Baron has got it right. Start with the Joker. But...” His grin cracked even wider, “Good luck.” 

Seungmin tugged at Two’s dress coat as the two bulky bodyguards took The Rabbit by the arms to escort him. 

“What's going on??” The young man’s voice cracked with urgency. 

“Ready that gun of yours.” Two said lowly with gritted teeth. 

He strode across the room with his fur coat lazily swaying, then raised the golden rings on his fingers to the air as he exited. He threw his yellow tinted glasses back on, before turning back to your stunned group. 

“I estimate that you’ve got...three minutes? --Oh! And one more thing!” 

The white fabric of your dress swept to the side, revealing your thigh holster which you grabbed at quickly. 

“What?!” 

“Every King’s got his Queen? Does he not?” 

The enigmatic club owner slipped into the shadows of his private room, leaving your group with the sound of clambering feet on the floor above, followed by muffled gunshots. 

“They’re here?” Seungmin readied his small handgun as he was told and looked to the ceiling where the lights flickered from the commotion. “They found us?” 

Two twirled two knives in his hands with a silvery glint. Both of the blades were a bit on the shorter side, but you were certain that he knew how to use them. “They’re always following us.” 

“We need to get out of here.” Lee Minho drew out his own gun concealed by his suit. It was custom with a pearl handle. You had seconds to make out the insignia, but you could make out the shape of what looked like a red rose. “The place must be crawling with them. We need to find the exit.” 

Your partner nodded while taking his own gun. “Stay close, Your Highness. Follow me.”

“Bee?” The prince called your name with a worried cross between his brows. “Give me a gun. Hand-to-hand is nothing against these guys. I’ll stay close. I promise.” 

While he held your eyes earnestly, the way that his chest heaved up and down told you something much different. 

“You can handle it?”

“I can.” 

Jeongin passed him a Glock from the holster strapped behind his shoulders. 

You made your way back through halls lit by hissing fluorescent lights with a white burn to them. The crates of weaponry stretched on and on, adding to your unease knowing what could happen if a bullet were to be fired in this hallway. Thick rats skittered in the dank edges of the hall and weaved between boxes labeled in Spanish. 

“Drugs.” Minho gripped his gun tighter. “From the looks of it, cocaine.” 

Above your heads, a giant boom resounded and dust with drywall fell from the lights that flickered harder. 

“Its a fucking maze down here.” Jeongin tapped at his watch in an attempt to find a schematic of the place. 

The college student wetted his lips. “At least we’re not up there with them.” 

“At least the lead worked out. We know more about these...Spades than we did before. It’s a start.” You tailed the back of the group with careful footsteps and the click of your heels against the cement flooring. 

Another resounding boom echoed followed by the shrill screams of clubbers above. It sounded hellish--you could hear the raw fear in their voices. The music thudded on, likely abandoned by someone running for their life. The Prince’s knuckles turned white holding onto his piece of metal near the front of the group. 

“F, you know the way up?” 

“I-I think. We should be approaching some stairs soon, but there’s nottelling who will be on the other side.” 

Two tore off his sunglasses and shoved them into his breast pocket. “We’ll be damn lucky if they haven’t found the hotel yet. If not, we’ve got to run.” 

“My laptop??” Seungmin whimpered. 

“That damn Chromebook? Don’t worry about it, your life is more important.” Jeongin scoffed. “The Agency can set you up with something even better.” 

“I can’t believe that at a time like this all I can think about is my stupid computer.” The young man shook the thought out of his head. 

“Stairs up ahead.” Jeongin pointed. “Get ready.” 

“Chan?” You pulled at the prince’s trim to his coat. 

“I’m fine Bee. Honestly. I trust you.” He attempted a smile. The same smile, that damned charming one that couldn’t get out of your head. 

Minho looked back to the prince too with worry, it had been the most sincere motion that you had seen him do as of yet. He reached out to squeeze the royal’s shoulder with a soft smile. 

“Don’t go dying on us Your Highness. Think about what that would mean for the kingdom?” He chuckled. 

“I’ll try my best,” The prince returned the gesture. 

Jeongin reached for the metal door handle to the teal green door cracking with paint. The sound of machine guns had grown even louder, followed by the sound of the shells hitting the wooden dance floor. The air was thin where it crept under the door and carried with it the horrid smell of smoking guns and spilled alcohol. 

“Two, Bee, form rank around the group, I’ll lead.” 

Two nodded, popping gum into his mouth and blowing large electric blue bubble. “Can do.” Both of his hands tightened around his blades.  

“One...Two...Three!” 

Time slowed the second that the door opened, and your ears rang with the deathly silence. Bodies to the left and right of you became a blur and they fell to the floor in the silence with their limbs twitching until they didn’t move at all. White collars turned red, as did the white tablecloths of the standing tables. The strobes pranced around the room in a multicolored shower that was as blinding and stained your eyes. 

The men in black suits and leather gloves scattered around the room with their red crests glinting. They shouted commands at eachother, but to you, all you could see was the way that their lips curved and cracked. In front of you, your partner leads with a hand gesture that you had memorized from training, and all of your focus was drawn the the back of the group. The trigger of your gun was cold on your finger: you pulled and pulled not even pausing to feel the way that it fought back against your wrist. The men were sprinting with their own guns tight in their hands, but each of them fell before they could get close. 

Two’s mouth was in a flat line as he threw tiny blades from his hands to the chests of men running across the balconies and hiding from behind tables. He appeared to have an infinite amount in his coat and saved the longer and more lethal ones for close connections, subsequently dipping his own fingers in red. 

The young college student trudged on in the center of the group with his head tucked firmly between his two shoulders. Clear streams of tears fell down his eyes, but he wiped at them furiously between each shot that he took with his small handgun. Next to him, the two royals kept their own heads low aiming shots around them to backup you and your partners. 

Their footsteps came echoing behind you, and you walked backwards, taking aim with one eye squinted, while barking out commands from your mouth that you barely even understood. Your heartbeat bumped in your chest nearly in tune with the thudding 808′s of the music that reverberated in your ears. Each of the Spades moved as if they were shadows over the bodies of the fallen, leaping and jumping, nearly floating over dining tables and sweeping off the glassware and silverware with them as they did so. 

“BEE, I’M ALMOST OUT!” Jeongin screamed to you nearly before reaching the front revolving doors. 

Two tossed another magazine in the young agent’s direction, then threw another dagger with startling accuracy. 

For seconds at a time you could see how Minho’s eyes had narrowed with his aim, and he too met every target exactly where he wanted. You figured that the royal must have trained himself well to have that kind of precision. The way that he appeared perfectly calm was startling: his dark eyes squinted and he turned his body swiftly with little effort. 

“Fuck--I’M OUT OF ROUNDS!” The prince bellowed before ducking under Minho’s arm which immediately swung over him. 

You closed in closer to the group, using your body as a shield for the prince’s back. 

Your partner cast aside fallen chairs and tables in his wake, as one of the thugs charged at him. In response, he threw his gun into his waistband, opting to slung the man with a hurried uppercut that sent him spitting blood to the floor before falling, “We’re almost there! Keep pushing!!” 

“SHIT!!!” Seungmin groaned out before dropping his small gun to the ground, he trembled with his leg dragging behind him, then soon his pants soaked with a dark stain to his slacks. 

“BEE LOOK OUT!!” A voice screamed, seconds before you could register it.

Your head whipped back to the chaos of the club, seeing the “freckled bastard” himself point his decorated riffle at you point blank with a wicked grin on his face. He looked purely evil. There was something about the way that his ears poked, or how his eyes upturned that made him look devilish when his pearly white teeth peeked once he took his shot. He had ashy blonde hair that had strung with sweat over his forehead, and blood wetted the tip of his dress shoes. He cocked his head to the side, as he did too with his gun before the deafening shot cracked through the room. 

You were shocked trying to memorize his face, and frozen in your fear from the barrel of the gun facing you right between the eyes. 

An excruciatingly tight grasp at your arm pulled you to the side before you could react, throwing you to the hardwood floors before whoever it was pulled themselves in front of the bullet. Your vision was rocked when you hit the floor, missing the glass revolving door by centimeters. 

“Y/N!” Your partner screamed, waking you from your haze as the room started to piece back together. “You good?!” 

Another hand grabbed you to your feet before shoving you through the door, lightly slinging your arm around his shoulder before taking your gun from your trembling hand to take a few more shots. You realized it was Two this close, and tiny flecks of red splattered at his neck. 

“Fuck--give me that--” You grabbed the gun from his hand to fire every bullet that was left at the freckled bastard until you couldn’t any more, and the cool of the evening stung at your heaving lungs once your group reached the sidewalk. 

Outside of the venue, clubbers scrambled and ran the streets still shrieking in their fear and tripping over their heeled shoes. 

“Chan?? Chan--where-where’s the prince??” The words spilled from your lips in your pure adrenaline. 

Right behind you only a couple paces away, the prince stood pale with Seungmin holding between them a groaning and gasping Minho who barely held on to the two men. A bullet wound soaked his black suit jacket, and the red crept up to his white frilled collar.” The wound made a hole right in his shoulder with a visible circle. 

Jeongin sprinted to the back of the group looking disheveled himself with sleeves hastily pulled up to his elbows. “Shit--shit!!” 

“S-move aside. MOVE!” You commanded the whimpering young man who gave you Minho’s other arm. You wrapped around his wasit and dragged the heavy weight of the man who had just saved your life. 

The prince dryly smacked his lips then scanned the street for more of the Spades in his daze. 

“Y-you okay?” The words dried up your tongue. 

“Yeah...yeah, I’m fine, are you?” His energy had been drained of him, and his knuckles were also cracked, likely from having to throw punches that you haven’t even seen him take. 

Gunshots echoed further down the street followed by the screeching of wheels and more panicked yells. The chirps of cop cars pulled up to the scene and their husky demands rounded up the escapees in rapid-fire Arabic. 

Jeongin sprinted back with his white hair bouncing to a taxi nearest an intersection. He threw the door open apologizing profusely the best he could before pulling the driver out of the driver’s seat and to the cement. He cursed out loudly in response to which Jeongin tossed out some bills haphazardly to his chest. 

“Get in, GET IN!” He called to your group while tapping on the metal side of the vehicle. 

Both you and the pricne guided the injured royal in to the backseat between you. 

“Minho--Minho, hold on--” Your nervous hands held his pale face in your palms. 

The tear of your dress filled the small compartment, prompting the prince to snatch his hand into the other man’s firmly. 

“Minho--you fucking dumb asshole--you had to go and he the hero didn’t you?” Chan smiled hopefully. 

“Ar-are you alright?” He coughed, “Your Highness?” 

“Shut up.” Chan ruffled his hair with another adoring smile. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.” 

Although it was silk, you used every inch of your dress tear to tie around the baron’s shoulder tightly in an attempt to add pressure to the open wound. 

“Bee--” Minho started with a lazy glare. 

“--Keep talking Minho, look at me. You’re gonna feel sleepy, stay awake. You did great, thank you so much for doing that to me. Thank you.” You grabbed his opposite hand firmly. “I can’t thank you enough.” 

Lee Minho laughed. “Don’t mention it. And--if you wanted me to keep talking...I wanted to tell you that you’re really stunning Bee. How you handled all th-that. I was really impressed.” 

“Hm, I was impressed too.” In his own way, like this, bloodied and a bit delirious, Lee Minho really was as handsome as he let on. 

The taxi car whipped around another corner with wind whipping in the windows and each of your masses jostled in the car as if bumped over the curb. The hotel wasn’t that far from The Tea Party, and you knew that any moment you would reach it, but each second stretched longer and longer. 

“Fox?! We’re not there?” 

“Fuck--Bee, the whole city is crawling with cops, everywhere I turn, they’re on the hunt, The Spades are everywhere I can’t make it back--no doubt they’re already there...” 

In the front seat, Seungmin clung to Two as if his life depended on it as his whole body shook and Two tore his own jacket sleeve to close off the young man’s wound on his leg. 

“Wha-what are we going to do?? S-shit!! Ouch!!!” The young student gritted his teeth in his pain while his leg shook terribly. He sobbed, “It hurts, really, really bad!!” 

“I planned for this.” Jeongin’s eyes flicked in the review mirror to you in the back. “I asked Carroll to set up for us a secondary place if something went down and we couldn’t make it to the hotel. I figured...if anything happened or if they found us--” 

“--Get us there, fucking drive Fox, Minho needs first aid, right fucking now, he’s bleeding too fucking much.” 

“I know, I know!!” 

“How far is it?!” 

“Not far, I promise, twenty minutes--tops.” 

“Make it ten!!!” 

Jeongin floored it, running lights and becoming a stream under the skyscrapers of Cairo. From the small skylight of the taxi, thin clouds streaked in the evening sky and mixed with the glow of the city. Far, far, above your head, you prayed for the first time in years that you could make it in time. 

Seungmin sobbed with puffy eyes from the front seat and writhed, “Hurry! Hurry!” He begged. 

Minho’s head lulled in the backseat as he bled though the white silk binding him. His head bounced back and forth from you to the prince with glossy marbles for eyes that blinked slowly. The prince rested his hand on the baron’s thigh and rubbed calming little circles into it. 

“Minho, you did so well. Look at me.” Chan coaxed, causing the other to smile adorably grim. 

Minho twitched before rolling his head over to the prince. “Your Highness, i-if I may be so bold...I-I’ve got...I’m crush on you.” He finished his sentence with a wrinkled smile. 

You scoffed out with a laugh while making knowing eye contact with the prince who laughed out lightly too. 

“He sounds like someone I know.” You winked at the royal. 

The taxi made one final turn to an alley filled with potholes that jostled each wheel of the car. 

“This is it! Right here!” The young agent whipped into a one car garage hidden into the alley. The darkness of the garage filled the car, and snuffed out all of the light from the street, and even muffled the faint sirens of police as they whizzed past. The night was still full of gunshots, but at least now they sounded far enough away to be safe. 

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The safe house was a modest two floored apartment outfitted with the normal security system of The Agency: window locks and cameras in every corner of every room. As expected, each of the rooms was covered in a fine layer of dust, and the old smell hung with flecks of the material stuck on lampshades and wafting in the light. 

Work had been delegated between you and your partners, with the two other men helping treat Seungmin in the second bedroom out of three while you and the prince aided Minho.  

The windows were left open to let in some fresh air, also letting in the faint sounds of the city which still surged with life even late into the night. Still, the smell of the desert came floating into the room with a welcome sense of tranquility. 

The royal lay on the bed with cracked pale lips while you set to work dabbing at his wound gently with gauze, cleaning the area around the bullet wound. Fearful to cause more bleeding, the bullet would stay where it was for a few moments more for another layer of wrapping. The prince remained quiet, passing you materials as needed with hands stained pink from the other man’s blood. 

“How are you feeling?” Chan quietly asked. 

“Hurts like a bitch,” Minho smiled, “You ever been shot before?” 

The prince shook his head. 

“Well, I hope that you never are. Feels like your whole body gets stirred up from the impact and then there’s the sting.” 

Carefully you pulled back the remains of the baron’s shirt while lifting him slightly off the bed. As you swept the fabric from behind him, you noticed the thin red line tracing around his shoulder bade which you figured to be blood at first. 

“What...what’s this?” 

“Oh,” Minho shied, “It’s a tattoo.” 

“You’ve got a tattoo? For a royal?” Chan slicked back Minho’s sweaty locks. “You really are full of surprises.” 

Gently you laid the baron back down to lay with his new wrappings. “What is it?”

He paused, wetting his lips quickly before he spoke. “It’s a red rose. It’s a bit large--I know--not typical for royals. Don’t worry, you’re the only royal that knows that I have it.” 

“Why a red rose?”

 Below you, Minho looked relaxed and calm, beautiful even like this bare-chested under the single lamp-light of the bedroom. 

“Well...you know the significance of symbols and insignias. We’ve all got our own.” He grinned out while playing with the prince’s free hand. 

“I’ve got my white rose, Bee’s got her clock: seems like we’ve all got our own thing.” Chan agreed, watching the way that his fingers interlocked with the other man’s. 

In the opposite bedroom, Seungmin cried out sharply to the tune of Jeongin chuckling out, “I’ve got you, you fucker!” The clink of metal fell into the little bowl they used: the bullet was out of the poor boy. 

You sighed knowing that the damage caused to your group could’ve been much worse, yet you had made a skillful escape. Still, the thought of the bodies littering the floor...the silence that rang in your ears from the pace of it all and how the energy of survival started to wear off...it was truly gruesome. 

“Minho--really, I appreciate you taking a hit for me like that. No one has ever done something like that for me...and you barely know me...” 

The baron smiled, taking your hand in his too. “Like I said, it’s fine. Had I not, you wouldn’t have been able to help us out of there...even if you were dragging my ass for the tail end of it.” 

The breeze flew in with the dusty curtains; just cold enough to make you shiver in your thin dress. 

The prince looked to the both of you, “What happens now?” 

Chan himself was a proper mess: he no longer looked like the perfect vision of regality from the earlier evening. He looked like a man, a regular man, scared, unsure, and confused. His knuckles were cracked...and you had promised that you had never wanted to see him harmed again. 

The prince’s eyes softened, softer than they had been, soft like they had been the evening before when you had broken. 

“We survive. The best we can. We recuperate for a couple days, and ask Carroll what the next steps are. I’d guess it would be Greece then.” 

Minho leaned up with a little grunt to face you. “I’m coming with. I can help. I can be valuable if you need another set of hands on a gun.” 

“I think you mean hand. Your arm is gonna be out of commission for a little while.” 

He smirked, “Still...” 

The sweeping red outline of rose peeked to his shoulder, and you wondered how far it really spread. 

“Bee, I don’t think that I’ve thanked you.” Chan let the words fill earnestly, throwing that same damned smile at you. 

“Chan...you don’t have to thank me. You’re my prince.” 

The royal nodded with a contented little grin that tugged a dimple on the side of his face. You found both men looking at you as such, as if they were waiting, or anticipating the unsaid as you were. 

Somehow, the room turned silent once more: a void quiet enough to hear your heart beating in your ears. 

You bridged the gap, pulling Chan close to you as you pressed your lips against his, using your stained hand to pull his lapel into your body while he melted perfectly into you as he had done before. His mouth tasted slightly like the salt of blood, but that was of no matter to how sweet he was when he gently let himself unfold for you, gasping lightly against you. Chan’s hand reached to your arm to caress the goosebumped skin down, giving you another reason to shiver. You found your own hand tie into his light brown locks and pull deeply at the roots with depths of curiosity and want. Your tongue gently explored his lower lip before teasing right into his mouth which was even warmer than you had imagined it being. 

Your other hand found the torso of Minho: bare and quivering under the touch of your fingertips which traced each muscle there. He let out a drawn out sigh, then drew his own hand down the curve of your body to your hip, finally working it back up over your belly to your breasts thinly protected by the dress. He sat up higher and brought his lips to the fabric, kissing right into your belly with the warmth of his mouth. He paused, giving you moments to crave that same feeling on your lips and prompting you to bow down and indulge yourself in the taste of his mouth too. 

Chan’s hungry hands came tip-toeing over your back as he watched, and slipped one finger under your thin dress strap to pull it down and press kisses to your shoulder. With his other hand, he let it fall down Minho’s back: over the red rose, right to his thigh which he squeezed at firmly: right between the heat of his legs. 

Minho was different from Chan: rougher with his advances, but still addictive in how he would test the corners of your mouth with each kiss more courageous than the last. He ruffled up your torn dress, then let the silk fill up his hands before pulling it in ways to meet your skin with his. Slowly, Chan did the same, edging a hand up to your ass from the frayed bottom of the once-gorgeous dress. 

The bed was just big enough for two, but with this new interlocking of limbs as close as possible, you melded into one. Both you and Chan crept over the man between you, painting the blank canvas of his chest with seething hot lips and biting at the flesh of his skin lightly. Minho’s back arched from the beautiful sensation, causing him to giggle in his euphoria. 

In the middle, you found Chan once more, and held him close, as close as you had wanted for longer than you had admitted. 

“Oh Bee...” He moans into your mouth while releasing all of his glee onto your tongue. 

“Chan, I’m not scared anymore. I don’t even care.” 

The prince shuddered at the thought, and held you back just as tight finding the corners of your dress to pull over your head. 

“Oh my god,” Minho adores you, then reaches out to pull you to his chest. 

This mysterious man, melts for you too, whimpering perfectly between your lips.  Your legs find their way around his thigh to grind at lightly. There's an innocence to his eyes, much like that of the prince: its a kind of blind adoration that you know all too well. His dedication to Chan, and his gesture to you: the thick bandages around his arm: you find your apprehension slipping to nothing. 

Your fingers loop around the white lace of your panties as you kneel above both men, and you swipe your thumb over both of their glistening and trembling lips. 

“Well boys, how about I’ll make both of you mine tonight?” 

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Hello, dear 💛 firstly, I am congratulating you for your blog, you’re doing an amazing stuff and I’d very delighted to support ya’ 💕 so here’s mine; what about a hitman/assassin yandere who is very infamous in underworld for his reputation finally finding his darling, what would be his first encounter and the after? A little bit smutty maybe? It’s up to you, 🌹

Aww, thank you so much for the support and for the idea. I hope that you will like how it turned out. It isn’t as filthy as I wish it was, but oh well, there is always a next time lol

 Title: Stone cold 

 Tw: female reader, obssessive behavior, non-con, dub-con, veery slight knife play, slight dirty talk 

   You should have known that something was up the very moment someone knocked on your door on a Friday night – it was unusual. Especially when you take into an account the weird accidents that had been happening the last three months. People in the neighborhood went missing one by one, some of your personal items like clothes, lipsticks and even toothbrushes were stolen and you always felt a pair of eyes burning a hole through your back. But still, you didn’t want to freak yourself out and tried to stay positive, reasonable. If someone wanted to take you out, they would have already done it, right?

 While mentally encouraging yourself, you slowly got closer to the black door. By now the knocking had stopped, but you could hear the soft breathing of your visitor outside of the apartment. In a way you really wanted to stop for a second and rationalize why this unknown person was breathing so damn loud, but decided against it – what good would it do anyways? With that in mind you finally reached out to unlock the door and slowly opened it to reveal a man, covered from head to toes in black. The darkness of the corridor had swallowed  all of his recognizable features and you could only make out his eyes, while his mouth and nose were hidden away by a ski mask. And if this wasn’t alarming enough, the bulge in his right pocket looked suspiciously close to the shape of a gun.

“Caught you.” The intruder hummed, looking more than pleased with himself, and his eyes sparkled with a wild emotion you didn’t know the name of. Your body was paralyzed at the sight of the weapon and you were starting to regret moving into such a dangerous area where no trace of a police involvement could be found. Not that you would have the time to call them anyways since the next moment the man had managed to push you  to the floor with a loud „boom”, pinning your body down with his own. You finally gained the courage to scream your heart out, but your terrified cries were quickly muffled by the gloved hand, covering your mouth.

 “You scream one more time and I will drill a fucking hole into your pretty little head.” The man whispered into your ear in a dark, eerie voice. “Right here.” He gently touched your forehead in a clear warning. You broke out into a cold sweat, but remained motionless, immobile. “Do you understand me?” The hitman asked huskily and pressed his elbow into your shrinking stomach. You nodded quickly, your heart now racing so fact you could almost feel the abrupt beats against your skin. You had made a grave mistake opening the door, but it was too late now.

 “Good.” The stranger smirked like a wolf, ready to tear apart the innocent lifeless lamb in front of him. He finally raised his hand away from your mouth. As if to prove your darkest fears and theories, the man suddenly took a sharp shiny knife out of his left pocket and slowly ran it trough your exposed collarbone. He only let the very end touch your skin but its coldness, combined with the adrenaline rushing into your veins, were enough to send you over the edge with fear. “Don’t panic. I have already decided to keep you for myself, so as long as you behave, I have no reason to hurt you. ” The man finally uttered after watching you squirm helplessly for a while, the stupid teasing smile never leaving his lips. He took off his mask and dropped the knife on the ground, just a few inches away from your carotid artery, and fiddled with the first button of your thin shirt. This mere action of his made shivers run down your spine and you couldn’t help, but shut your eyes tight, just for a moment, just to put yourself together.

 “Why are you doing this?” You whimpered, cringing at the way your voice broke into a sob right at the end. You never thought that you would be violated on the cold, hard floor by an unhinged psychopath, but fate always finds a way to screw with us, they say.

 “Do you know who I am, princess?” The man asked with a smug, arrogant expression on his face. You shook your head in response. In an alternative universe you might have thought that the intruder was quite handsome – broad shoulders, dark green eyes, a well defined jaw line and a strong muscular body. But in the current situation the only word you could use to describe the dangerous fellow was insane. He had shamelessly attacked you in your own home, your supposed safe heaven, and showed no remorse whatsoever. “You might not know me, but I know you.” The man continued. “I used to work with your father. ” His gaze was now fixed on you. “I doubt that daddy dearest has ever shared with you what he does for a living, but tell you, it isn’t pretty.” The trespasser lowered his head to bite at the soft skin of your neck, making the hairs on your neck bristle due to the unexpected contact with his teeth and because of that you couldn’t even register the hurtful words he was spitting about your father. You didn’t want to believe him anyways. “But he made a mistake.” The man added, still licking your sensitive skin. “The bastard messed with the wrong people. Stole money from my boss too. Lots and lots of it.”

 “T-that can’t be true.” You moaned in discomfort against your better judgment and tried to kick at his joints out of impulse. But of course, he quickly grabbed your leg before any damage was done and pinned it back to the floor.

 “Oh, but it is, princess. And that’s where I come into the picture.” The man purred contentedly, his attention on you once again. “I am quite infamous in the underworld, ya see. ” He stopped to make air quotes with his fingers. “ My name is Edgar, I am an assassin. I would kill anyone and everyone for the right price. ” For a second the murderer stared at intensely. You could swear that his eyes turned red in a spar of moments and in them you saw a mixture of bloodlust and a desire for flesh. “So when  they asked me to hunt you down in order to mess with your dad, I obviously agreed. It started off as a way to make an easy buck, but the more I followed you around and collected private information, the more I postponed killing you.” The man sighed, seemingly frustrated with himself. “At first I thought that I wanted to plan out your disposal well ahead of time and that’s why I was wasting so much time, but soon enough I realized I was interested in you.” He smiled softly this time as if he was recalling a pleasant memory, involving you. “You were so sweet, so… normal. I wanted you.”  The assassin admitted at last and took a deep breath. His little confession had made you vivid, frantic with worry, and suddenly you were a living, breathing creature again. You scratched at the back of his neck and summoned all of your strength left to get your hand out of his grasp. You tried to punch him right in the face, but your attempts were fruitless as he easily overpowered you. Before you could strike again the ruthless killer picked up his knife from next to you and put the blade under your chin. His eyes sparkled with childlike excitement.

 “There is no point in fighting me. Everyone already thinks you’re dead, I made sure of it.” The man moved the edge down, stopping at your cleavage. He licked his lips suggestively and the alarms in your mind went crazy all over again. “Your life belongs to me – your body and your heart too. I will take you right here and there is nothing you can do to stop me.” Edgar laughed cruelly as he cut the fabric of your blouse, revealing your chest, hidden by your plain bra. With one swift move the string holding it together was ripped apart and your upper body was fully exposed to the hungry eyes of the stranger. He cupped your breasts with his palms and massaged them gently, twisting your erect nipples lightly with his fingers. You wanted to numb the unfortunately pleasurable feeling but it wasn’t going away as the intruder kept on teasing the swollen tips.

 “S-stop!” You protested, shaking your shoulders violently. Everything was starting to feel too real and you couldn’t let the savage man take away from you something so intimate and personal. In the end he paid no mind to your continuous struggles and selfishly did as he wished.  Soon enough his hand traveled down your thighs, to your crotch. Edgar slid his wrist beside the elastic waistband of your panties and wasted no time, starting to rub the sweet spot between your legs. You held back a moan, as the embarrassment washed over you.

 “Don’t hold your voice back, princess.” The assassin growled in your ear, pressing harder on your sensitive bud. You couldn’t help, but cry out due to the intense pleasure you were receiving. “Yeah, just like that, let me hear you.” The man kept fingering you, while you arched your back, and eventually you felt yourself getting damp down there. The killer chuckled, satisfied with your cute reaction and the way you were squirming around his forefinger.

 “You act like you hate all of this, but your pussy is so wet, baby.” He suddenly drew his fingers in and out of your entrance, making a lewd pop of splashing juices just to get his point across. “You might turn out to be a little slut after all, huh.” Edgar whispered in your ear and licked the trace of salty tears down your scarlet cheeks. Your face felt red and hot, your eyes were still shut tight. The way his touch made you feel was so invasive, yet ecstatic none the less

 After the man had stretched you properly, he was ready to claim his prize. The assassin had spent so much time stalking you, following you, desiring you and now he finally had you in his arms, exposed and split open for him alone. Moving down to leave wet kisses and love bites along your shoulders and collarbone, the intruder lowered himself onto your tight, sloppy hole and you felt his hard erect member rubbing onto your tight entrance. A new powerful wave of hot, choking tears fell down your cheeks as you shook your head violently.

 “Please, I am begging you, don’t do it!” You whimpered, defeated and light-headed from the fear, arousal and adrenaline, pumping in your veins. Edgar ignored your pathetic pleas and instead decided to shut you up by gently pressing his lips against yours, moaning into his little seal of love. He pushed his big throbbing cock into your heat ruthlessly, unable to wait any longer, simply using your wetness as a lube. The murderer started thrusting into you in a steady, harsh rhythm, without giving you the time to adjust to his inhuman length. In just a few minutes your mind had stopped worked and you were reduced to a mumbling mess of tiny moans and mewls.

 “S-shit, you feel so good, princess. So fucking tight.” The man exclaimed, breathing heavily and quickly moving his hips back and forth along the way. One particular move of his send you very close to the edge and your walls clenched down on his dick, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Did I hit your sweet spot?” The man smirked, running a hand trough his sweaty dark hair. The other one went straight to your nipples, twisting and rolling them once again. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out in unwanted, but intense pleasure. “Wanna cum, baby?” Edgar teased, as he touched every part of you  – your breasts, your belly and your soft thighs. “Wanna squirt all over my cock?” The criminal kept taunting you, driving you crazy little by little. “Do it. Cum for me, princess.” Soon enough your sensitive, over stimulated body convulsed as the powerful hot orgasm washed over you. You felt dizzy, tired and lost. Unfortunately, the crazed man wasn’t finished yet – he kept thrusting and thrusting, until he finally released into your very core.

 Once his breathing calmed down, the intruder pecked your cheek tenderly, pulling you in his lap. It went better than he had imagined it would.

 “You did so well, princess. So good for me.” Edgar stroked your hair lightly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But you couldn’t make half of his words as exhaustion and shame overtook your tired mind, the voice in your head screaming louder than the man’s love affirmations. But maybe it was better that way – anything else would be too painful after everything that had happened. “You are mine now.” The killer spoke after a while, before hugging you even tighter. Soon enough you would realize there wasn’t an easy way out of his warm, deathly embrace.

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🎉Congratulations for your 100 followers!🎉 Here are some flowers for you 💐. I... uhm... wanted to request something for the event. May I please get a nsfw Colt Grice x reader? Like, maybe the reader is a nurse or a warrior candidate and the two are close. And Colt has feelings for her and they both confess and it ends in a really fluffy smut ☺️. Thank you so much!

NSFW Colt Grice x Nurse!Fem! Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

Gunfire and explosions echoed in the background as you run around the medical tent. Soldiers wailed in pain on flimsy cots; your colleagues ran around to tend to them. You were applying pressure to a soldier's leg when you saw Colt enter the tent. His once pristine uniform was covered in dirt and mud. His brother Falco, not too far behind him. Colt scanned the tent for you; eyes lighting up when they meet yours. Colt makes his way towards you, dragging Falco with him.

The soldier thrashed underneath you, muttering all kinds of curses. He slapped your hand away and shoved you to the ground. You rushed back up, trying to reapply pressure onto his leg, lest he bleeds out. The soldier continues to flail violently until a pair of hands pin down his shoulders. You look up to see Colt - eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched. Falco comes up behind you, medical kit in hand, and sets it up.

“Look at your little assistant, all ready to go, ” Colt chuckles. The gleam in his hazel hues making you blush a little.

You always found your friend to be quite handsome. His light brown hair, almost golden in the sun, matched his eyes. The soft contours of his cheeks and nose made him look angelic. His kind and selfless nature only adding on to his ethereal aura. He brought you comfort in ways no one else could. He was your best friend, but you always hoped that someday he'd be your lover instead.

Falco tapped your arm, bringing you out of your thoughts. He held up a needle filled with anesthetic - you checked the dosage. You gave him an approving nod before injecting the soldier. You and Colt felt the soldier relax, both of you sighing in relief. You released your hands from his leg, gently peeling the gauze off it. Once you observed there was no bleeding Falco handed you a needle. You smiled down at him, thanking him and his brother for the help.

“What brings you both the to the tent?” You ask while you stitch up the soldier.

“Well, I wanted you to take a look at Falco's head, ” Colt scratched the back of his neck.

You turn to Falco, taking note of the bandages around his head. Having only taken notice now, you felt a pang of guilt. You should've never let the young boy help you. You carefully picked up Falco and placed him on an empty cot in the corner of the tent. Colt trailed behind you with the medical kit his brother had prepared. You quickly washed and gloved your hands. Gently, you unwrapped his head, tossing the dirty bandages on the cot.

Colt watched as you examined his brother. Your hands lightly cleaned the wound, brows creased in concentration. Locks of hair fell out from your cap and stuck to your face. Your nurse gown is covered in blood, sweat, and dirt. Disheveled yet persistent thought Colt as he took in your form. Admiring your grace and beauty while you patched up his brother. From the moment he first saw you he thought you were incredibly gorgeous. He would often visit you after a battle or help you carry supplies. You two grew close and he can't imagine a life without you. How he wished he could take you away from this war. Proclaim his love for you and enjoy life to the fullest. You called out to Colt, dragging him from his thoughts.

You told him Falco has a minor head injury but other than that he's fine. His features softened at the news giving you a small grin. You flashed him back the same grin and walked to your other patients.

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The train ride back to Marley was rather joyous this time around. The sounds of soldiers' cheers and laughter could be heard two cars down. You were lying in the nurse's car, alone, everyone celebrating in the soldiers' car. You tried to finalize some documents but your mind kept wandering. Your thoughts converging on one thing, one person; Colt. You were so glad that he and his brother were safe. But you couldn't help but think about the day when that wouldn't be the case. When you wouldn't see those golden eyes look down at you. When you wouldn't see that adorable grin. The thought made your heart clench because today that was almost a reality.

You hated this war. Hated how it took everything from you, from them. You wish things were different.

The door to your car opened and you lift your head to see who it is. Your heart flutters when you see a familiar head of light brown hair. Colt stood in the doorway; a plate of food in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. You sat up against the wall, beckoning him to come to sit with a pat. The bed dipped a little and he handed you the plate of food. The meat, bread, and potatoes steaming hot. He pulled out two forks from his pocket, handing one to you. Your fingers linger on his as you take the utensil. A tiny blush forms on his cheeks at the contact. You noticed this and felt a light giggle escape your lips.

“Have you been drinking? Your face is a little red, ” you chuckled.

“No, not yet, I was hoping we could drink together, ” Colt responded. Holding up the bottle of wine in his other hand.

“Dinner and wine? This almost feels like a date.”

You teased, grabbing the bottle from him. Reading the label while Colt moves a potato with his fork - an austere look in his eyes.

“Would it be bad if it was?”

You looked at him, observing how the blush spread to his ears. His hazel hues still carrying that same look but they also yearned for something. For you. You felt a blush form on your face at the realization.

“No. No, it wouldn't, ” you muttered. Casting your gaze down to the plate of food before you. You felt a hunger grow inside you, not for the food but him.

Silence fell between the both of you. He fiddled with the food and you with the bottle. You set the bottle on a small table at the edge of the bed. With your fork, you stab a piece of meat and shove it in your mouth. The kitchen closed hours ago - Colt made this himself. The thought made your eyes swell with fresh tears. The two of you devoured the plate of food in silence. Throwing small glances and smiles at each other between bites.

After you two had cleaned the plate you set it next to the wine. You turned to Colt and placed your hands on his face. Stroking his cheekbones with your thumbs while he closed his eyes. Bringing his hands up to cup yours, sighing at the contact.

“Colt?”

He hummed in response, opening his eyes to look at you. In them, all you could see was love and adoration. The same feelings that were reflected in your own. You leaned in and brushed your lips softly, hesitantly, against his. As you pulled away he brought your hands to his lips and peppered them with kisses.

“I've wanted to do that for so long, ” you admitted; his eyes meeting yours. A deep blush present on both of your faces.

“Same here. I've wanted to be with you for so long. I love you.”

You collided your lips with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Melding and twisting your lips with his as he pulled you closer. You broke the kiss, panting when looked into his eyes.

“I love you too.”

Colt connected his lips with yours, brushing his tongue over your bottom lip. You opened for him letting his tongue swipe against yours. He laid you down on the bed, running his hands up your sides. Pinching the hem of your shirt between his fingers. He looked at you for approval, to which you nodded. Colt tugged your shirt up and you lifted your arms. He tossed the shirt aside and paused to admire you. The way your breasts rose and fell as you breathed mesmerized him.

“You're so beautiful.”

He said before he caresses your breasts in his hands. Bringing his mouth down to kiss and suck on the tender skin. The touch drove a shiver down your spine all while leaving you craving more. He latched his mouth on one of your nipples, tweaking the other with his fingers. His other hand was working on the buttons of his shirt. Yours we're working on the buttons of your skirt.

More articles of clothing were tossed to the side between fervent kisses. Nothing was left on either of you as you passionately kissed. Colt dragged a hand down your chest and stomach, stopping at your heat. He strokes your wet folds drawing a moan from your lips. He flicks your clit with his thumb; trailing his kisses down your neck and chest. Leaving marks in his wake while he continued to rub your folds. You were a moaning mess underneath him and if filled him with pride. He dreamed of the day when he could have you like this. He just didn't think it'd happen so soon. He propped himself up and looked down at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop right here.”

You looked up at him with wide eyes and brought him back down for another kiss.

“Please don't stop.”

You begged between shallow breathes, making him smile. Colt pushed two fingers in and pumped them slowly. Twisting and curling them until he found your G-spot. You wrapped your legs around him while he continued his assault on it. His lips muffled your moans and cries. He felt your thighs tremble at his sides and picked up the pace. Abusing the spongy mass till he felt you release on his hand.

The look of you beneath him was a stunning sight. Your eyes clouded by lust and euphoria with a deep blush across your cheeks. Your chest heaving in the aftershocks of your orgasm. That sight alone is enough to make him cum. But he wanted to be inside you, feel you around him.

He took his hand covered in your slick and gave his length a couple of pumps. Colt positioned himself in front of your entrance, giving you a few kisses. He brushed his tip against your folds before slowly pushing in. You both gasped at the feeling, your walls clenched around him. He moaned at the feeling and pumped into you slowly. His grunts mingled with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Colt increased his pace, throwing your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowing him to shove deeper and harder into you.

“Co-colt it-its so good, ” you exclaimed between strangled moans.

“You-you feel amazing baby. Wa-want you to-to come on my cock.”

He grunted and continued to thrust into you at a bruising pace. Angling himself to hit that spongy spot in you once more. Abusing it while you cried out below him. You clawed at his back, feeling your walls clench around him. Colt groaned; his pace becoming erratic as his release neared. The knot in your stomach threatening to unravel as well.

Colt pumped into you a few more times before he felt his release wash over him. You came with him, the feeling of your releases overwhelming. A guttural moan escaped your lips, tears pricking at your eyes. He slowly thrust into you, easing you through your orgasm. Lowering his head to kiss the tears at your eyes before slipping out of you. Colt collapsed right next to, stroking your face, admiring you in the afterglow. He couldn't believe that you were his now and that he was yours. He knew moments like this were temporary, so he decided to savor it.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Colt.”

Shit, I'm super late with this one!! I've had to work extra hours at work because we're currently understaffed. I'm so fucking tired. But I'm glad I got to finish this story!! I might be doing headcanons for a while with all the work I have.

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