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kim taehyung fic rec list (Ⅴ)

hello everyone i know it's been a while since i posted, work has been hectic, but i got some time and managed to finish a list so please enjoy i have a few lists ready to post so i'll que them up... here's my all time favourite taehyung fics, please show lots of love and support to these wonderful authors and their blogs, leave a heart, reblog or even leave a message or feedback under their posts i know they would appreciate hearing from you, some of these fics contain smut so no minors allowed you will be blocked ♡ feel free to recommend me some fics or just share what your reading right now i'd love hearing from you 🖤✨

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only here to sin by @gimmethatagustd s a ft. namjoon

When your genius of a boyfriend returns to Harvard for his sophomore year of college, you never would have expected to have his worst enemy keeping you entertained in his absence.

our gray winter by @vyduan s a ft. jjk

“Were you looking for this?” Taehyung asked as he handed you the box of tampons you always bought. He remembered. You wanted to sink into the floor and die. Instead, you recalled your manners and said, “Thanks.” You put the box in your basket. “I can’t believe you remembered.” He beamed at you. It was patently unfair how he could look all glowy and soft while you looked… not like that. “Of course, Y/N.” If possible, Taehyung’s voice dropped even lower. “I remember everything about you.”

schemes and tricks to win her heart by @crystaljins ft. ksj

Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course.

camboy!tae by @hisunshiine f s a

Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene.

tolerate it by @archivedkookie s a

Taehyung is your husband, and you love him. If only he loved you back; if only he cherished your love and not tolerated it.

what was hidden by @daechwitatamic s a ft. myg

This is how it all starts: Taehyung is flunking Western Lit. You're assigned to tutor him. His paper on Strindberg's The Ghost Sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. As you and Taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there's a lot more to him than you originally assumed. Together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one's "true self" versus one's "shown self", darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.

complete faith by @daechwitatamic

It’s Taehyung himself who admits that it’s usually around the one-month mark that he starts to lose interest in his relationships. So even though you’re so drawn to him you can barely stand it, even though he’s attentive and funny, even though you’re helplessly crazy about him… when you start dating, you feel like you’ve got an expiration date from day one. But will it be Taehyung’s issues that get in the way, or your own?

and they were roommates by @hoseok666 f s a ft. jjk

it all started with a rejection from your longtime crush, jeon jungkook. you decided to confess to him on your last day of high school. after a harsh rejection and a rough summer dealing with the heartbreak, you were starting anew once your freshman year of college came. you were going to be sharing an apartment with two other roommates that you don’t even know. what a surprise you’re going to be in for once you find out it’s the one and only: jeon jungkook and kim taehyung.

with a brush of fate by @yoongiofmine f s a

Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyung’s soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didn’t even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?

groovy by @kinktae f s a

Even in the 70s, it goes without saying that you shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend’s little sister.

tempting by @/kinktae s a

Y/N is an angel. She steers clear of the seven deadly sins, especially lust. She runs into a demon but, luckily for her, that demon doesn’t seem to buy into that whole “Angels and Demons are sworn enemies” idea. But unluckily for her, he just so happens to be the very embodiment of sin. Especially lust.

talk by @gukslut f s a

Finals week is kicking your ass, thank goodness you have a friend to help you relieve some stress. It’s a great arrangement, as long as no one finds out... as long as you don’t catch feelings. What could go wrong?

somebody to love by @cutechim

kim taehyung wins the heart of everyone he meets, and you—his self-proclaimed work “nemesis”—are not an exception.

tear you apart by @bratkook s

I want to hold you close, soft breasts, beating heart, as I whisper in your ear, ‘I wanna fucking tear you apart.’ demon au

clairevont by @/bratkook f s a ft. jjk

The second year of college starts off with a bang until you find yourself tangled in between your fuck buddy Kim Taehyung and his innocent room mate Jeon Jungkook.

free use by @littlemisskookie f s a

You tell your crush you want him to have full control of you in every way always. He obliges.

lost myth of truelove by @sugalaritae f s a

for six months you wait for him, a weekend spent together, finally able to reach the man your soul is tethered to.

because of you, blue by @ugh-yoongi f s a

nearly a year out from your breakup with taehyung, jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. the two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

true love by @jjkeverlast f s a

in which you're face to face with your ex again after 5 years, because both of your friends start dating each other.

obsidian by @kpopfanfictrash s a

The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath. All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

baby, baby by @hobiwonder ft. pjm f s a

When you’ve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

entangled by @caelesjjk ft. jjk s a

He saved your life twice. But he’s also been your sweet lab partner in college for the past two years and now someone who is more than just a friend. You care about him…maybe even love him. But something tells you that you aren’t quite sure what love even is. How could you when you have feelings for someone else as well. Kim Taehyung is the handsome stranger you’ve seen around campus and somehow ended up dancing with at Club Onyx. You were upset that Jungkook had stood you up once again and Taehyung made you feel like you were on top of the world. What you didn’t know that night, is the dark secret Taehyung is trying desperately to hide, but the closer the two of you get the more difficult that becomes.

buzzed by @junqkook f s a

maybe ordering a vibrator and letting your best friend open your mail wasn’t such a great idea.

queen cobra by @fantasybangtan f s a

when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

pulse by @rohobi f s a

You fell in love with Kim Taehyung during Medical School. Now living totally different lives in completely different hospitals, you're pulled together again as if by fate during a code black when someone plants a bomb in your hospital.

things we don't say by @wintaerbaer f s a

Three years after graduating college, everything seems to be falling into place for you: stable job, cozy apartment, and a long-term boyfriend with a ring box hidden in his desk drawer. But when a mutual friend makes a remark that your best friend of nearly two decades is clearly in love with you, you realize that life may not be as simple as it seems.

mars by @to-star-lake s a

ahistorical au, military au, yandere!taehyung

satisy by @suga-kookiemonster f s a

“listen,” taehyung says, eyes wide and eager as he smiles at you. “i figure we can just help each other out. i scratch your back, you scratch mine.” but when you find yourself suddenly in need of a massive favor, exactly how much scratching are you willing to do?

no kisses by @icedmatchatae f s a

It's championship week! The most anticipated week of the school year; however, leading up to the events, you and your council must collaborate with the football team to promote school spirit and pride. Unfortunately, you're forced to work with your number one enemy, Football team captain and fuck boy, Kim Taehyung, known for having a mysterious "no kisses" rule.

beyond desire by @strwberrytae s a

it’s never easy falling for your best friend when you have so much history. it’s especially difficult when you both share the same sexual desires and lifestyle. taehyung is a dominant CEO of a well known company in Seoul and you are an up and coming editor. while both of you come from a troubled and dark past, you lean on each other for support and comfort. what happens as your feelings blossom and grow over the years? what happens when you fear taehyung may be falling in love with someone else? will you confess your feelings or remain in the shadows?

one-shot

crazy for you by @oddinary4bts f s a

you’ve known Kim Taehyung your whole life. When you meet again at a party hosted by your best friend, alcohol looses your lips and you spill your secrets to your childhood crush. Will Taehyung give in to your desire, or will you be struck by remorse?

seventeen times 17 by @cutaepatootie f s a

You loved him Seventeen Times 17.

ten out of ten by @shadowkoo f s a

For the past three years, Kim Taehyung has made it his mission to annoy you relentlessly on campus, finding every possible way to drive you up the wall during your shared classes. However, as you both enter your senior year, something strange happens. Taehyung begins to sense a shift in his energy, realizing he might just have some secret feelings for you. What unfolds when you make this earth-shattering discovery too?

under wraps by @jungkxook f s

there’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

always the bridesmaid by @kookingtae f s a

When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

any way you want it by @noteguk s

in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

sharing is caring by @jjkpls f s ft. pjm

Taehyung is taken aback when his soulmate, Jimin, introduces his new girlfriend to him. Jimin tries to help them break the ice.

the end of all things (and the beginning of us) by @/kidguk f s a

the end of the world has come and passed, but there is still much to live for. there’s hope, there’s tomorrow, and there’s that guy you met while scavenging for supplies in an abandoned cinema. turns out he hates being alone, and the feeling is mutual.

aberrant by @kth1 f s

Meeting a handsome and rare fox hybrid was the last thing you had expected in a world of coexisting hybrids. What you also hadn’t expected was how this fox found a liking to you, showed up randomly at places where you were and next thing you knew - you were falling, hard, for the man.

lost in you by @/jjkeverlast f s a

the infamous kim taehyung, campus fuckboy and heartthrob is much more than you thought after an unexpected night.

the dinner date by @diortae f (ao3)

pretending to be on a date with your best friend to get a free meal at the fancy restaurant jeongguk works weekends at doesn’t sound so terrible, all things considered. there’s just one small problem: you’re pretty sure you’re in love with the aforementioned best friend.

until yesterday by @jimlingss f s a

You and Taehyung are hopeless as you are hopeless romantics. But five months after tying the knot and saying "I do", you're hospitalized after a car accident with him. But upon waking up, the doctors tell you that you don't have a husband.

the forsaken by @yoonia s a ft. knj

In order to save your people from the danger of drought and hunger, your father had sent you out on a mission across the ocean to find the heart of nature that could bring back the prosperity which your land had long lost. As the Chief’s daughter, you took the mission as your responsibility, even if you had to let the man that vexes you the most join you in your journey, even if you had to ignore the Elders’ warnings about the dangers and all the vicious monsters lying in wait.

blacklist by @httpjeon f s a ft. jjk

after departing from your dom, you’re assigned to two incredibly powerful men.

1-800-music-street by @/httpjeon f s

↬you’re enchanted by a street performer and then he saves you, resulting in multiple meetings one can only describe as fate.

farner boy i love you by @strawberrynamjoon f s a

↬Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.

waterloo by @/kinktae f s a

↬Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

get you the moon by @bymoonchild f s a

↬Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate.

fate of the fast & furious by @prolixitae f s

↬you’re a first-generation college student and taehyung is the hot guy with a love for motorbikes who lands the job babysitting for your family while you’re away.

fast & fearless: what comes first by @/prolixitae

↬taehyung is used to earning his keep through illegal street races, and he’s got every reason to win that upcoming promise of prize money for an old friend. but when the odds don’t fall in his favor, he turns to babysitting. enter, you: a first-generation college student with too much to lose to be spending all your time with a troublemaking biker. who also happens to babysit for your kid brother.

cobalt blue by @hobivore s ft. jjk

↬you ask Jungkook to draw you like one of his French girls.

let it snow by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬it all started by accident, but it continues by choice—even before you began sleeping together, things with your friend taehyung have always been comfortable and easy. simple, and this new arrangement between you is certainly no exception to that rule. well...that's definitely what you thought before a major snowstorm traps the two of you in his apartment over the holidays. now? now, it is quickly becoming apparent that things are a bit more complicated than you realized.

muse by @/suga-kookiemonster f s

↬this could finally be tae’s big break, but he’s nervous and struggling to find inspiration. luckily, you’re willing to support him in all ways necessary.

falling, falling gone by @johobi f

↬Taehyung. Captain of the soccer team. Master of your heart. You'll never tell him for fear of rejection. So why the fuck are you about to do it in front of dozens of his peers?

new tricks by @geniuslab f s

↬When your newly adopted puppy turns out to be a lot more work than you expected, a cute dog trainer comes to the rescue. You soon become friends, but you begin to realize friendship might not be all you want.

guns & roses by @chateautae f s

↬he was cold-blooded, stone-faced and ruthless; a formidable force anyone in the criminal underworld sought to destroy. and he didn’t care, so long as it was never you.. anything but you.

saudade by @chateautae f s a

↬a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it's time to find out why.

strands by @xjoonchildx s a

↬taehyung can't figure out how he got separated from his men, or how he ended up stranded in these woods -- hurt. the only thing he knows is that he has no choice but to rely on the beautiful, secretive stranger who's found him.

cheap skate by @/gukslut f s

↬Who doesn’t know Taehyung and his lady? Cutest couple in town, I’d say, and have been since they started dating in their college days. Oh, that was a while ago, though. And still, they’re happy as can be in that place they have together. Almost hate seeing one without the other, y’know, it’s like seeing just one testi- oh, right, I’m not supposed to talk like that. Anyhoo, I only say that because I saw Taehyung at a jewelry store the other day while I was buying my sweet Jiminie his presents. Maybe that boy’s finally gonna pop the question, but I do hope he’s got a good plan for it. Something sweet and romantic. Maybe I’ll find out after Jiminie gets back from that cabin he’s visiting.

definition of love by @taegularities f s a

↬When the gorgeous student from your literature class starts showing interest in you, you discover that there's much more to him than his know-it-all facade. But is this realization enough to get through your insecurities and secrets?

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userchai · 9 months

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Jealous Eddie. That’s it. Gimme some jealous Eddie 🫠😈

MINE

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader Smut

warnings- obviously don’t read if you’re not 18 or older! Eddie is a little rough in this one but nothing crazy. Slapping, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, jealousy, he degrades us some, p in v, mentions of bruising from hip grabbing.

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thank you @reidsbtch for beta reading, I love you mariah! thank you all for reading, feedback is always welcome!

“Say it, tell me he couldn’t fuck you this good.” Eddie whispers against your ear, his hips pressed flush against your ass. His cock buried deep inside of you as you try to keep yourself awake, almost passing out from the pleasure coursing its way through your body. Your hands slip down the wall in front of you, almost causing you to fall but Eddie has a death grip on you, grabbing your hips so hard you know they’ll bruise later.

“P-promise he doesn’t, don’t want him Eddie, only you, just you please fuck me.” You whine out, grinding your ass back against him, a hard spank landing down onto you causing a red flush to spread across one of your cheeks. “Say it again, tell me you want me to defile you, tell me you love having me this deep inside of you.” You fight the urge to roll your eyes, wanting him to ruin you already, your body shakes as Eddie’s cock rubs up against your g-spot making you feel like you could cum already. “You are mine.” He says waiting for you to answer him.

You do your best to whimper out how much you need him but he’s impatient with you, spanking you a few times and biting out how it’s ‘not good enough.’ You cry out as he pushes you forward towards the wall, holding his hand on the back of your head causing your face to press up against it almost painfully. “Pathetic, can’t even say one simple thing baby, you sure you want just me? I saw how you blushed when he complimented you, don’t think that I’m stupid little girl.” A harsh thrust followed his words, causing your legs to shake.

You can’t focus on anything other than Eddie, you loved when he got jealous, sure you maybe had blushed earlier today when the two of you were out at a restaurant. A man had told you how beautiful you were, but you thought nothing of him other than how flattering it was to get complimented. You ducked your head down shyly as he walked away from your table, only to look back up again to see Eddie seething. That’s how you had ended up in this little situation, Eddie’s body mounted over yours, the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with breathy moans filling your room.

“Such a little slut, blushing at other men’s compliments, should’ve asked him to come back home with us so he could see me split this pussy open. Bet he’d cum in his fucking pants wouldn’t he like a fucking pervert.” You scream out as one of his big hands tangles itself in your hair, yanking back harshly to pull you up against his chest. “Go on, I can feel how much you wanna let go, cum on my cock baby, let me feel what he wishes he could have.”

You cry out as Eddie pushes one of his fingers into your mouth, hooking it onto the side and causing the drool that was pooling inside to slip out, running down your chin and onto your chest, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything when Eddie was treating you like a sex toy. “Fuck oh my god!” You scream out, your orgasm practically ripping its way through your body, your knees buckle, as Eddie presses you flat up against the wall, laughing behind you as tears slip down your cheeks. He pulls his finger from your mouth, slapping your cheek lightly as he keeps thrusting.

“A-aren’t you gonna cum baby?” You choke out, your breath ragged. Another laugh falls from your boyfriend’s mouth, “Oh pretty baby, I’m not even close to being done with you, not cumming until you beg me to stop.” He whispers, his voice gravelly, his breath hot against your ear. You feel your eyes roll back as he pulls you away from the wall, cock still inside of you, pushing you towards his bed.

If Eddie would fuck you like this every time someone flirted with you, maybe you’d flirt back, just to see him snap. Eddie would always make sure to remind you that no one could fuck you the way he can.

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domjaehyun · 1 month

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the boy is mine (l.dh) — part five

PAIRING. haechan x fem!reader GENRES. smut, angst WORD COUNT. 15.6k CONTENTS. infidelity, alcohol & weed consumption (MC is a non-smoker if that matters to you), explicit smut (dirty talk, fingering, finger sucking, oral (receiving), rimming (receiving), groping/frottage, marking, spit play, (brief) ear play, breast play, creampies/unprotected sex (if you explicitly need me, a stranger on the internet, to tell you not to fuck raw, you are not responsible enough to be reading this. move along now), snowballing, public sex, car sex, riding, bratty dom-leaning switch!haechan, bratty sub-leaning switch!reader, sweet dom!jeno, face riding, handjob, overstimulation (receiving), praise kink (receiving), light degradation kink (giving), mating press, morning sex) NOTES. here’s part five!! i hope you enjoy it!! please leave feedback if you liked it :) i would also greatly appreciate tips if you really liked it :3 THANK YOU LIKE THE HUUUUUGEST THANK YOU TO BRI (@jalitepng) FOR BETA READING THIS BIG OL FIC :D PLAYLIST. the boy is mine - ariana grande // fantasize - ariana grande (unreleased) // lowkey (feat. erykah badu) - teyana taylor // agora hills - doja cat // pussy is mine - miguel // softest touch - khalid // cut - tori kelly // seatbelt - josh levi // often - doja cat // surrender - nbdy

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You wake up before Haechan, or so you think before you feel him shift beside you, hips pressing into the flesh of your ass and thighs. His length digs into the space where your thighs and ass meet, hot and heavy on your backside.

“Haechan,” you groan, reaching back and pushing at his chest.

“Come on, baby, gimme a little something to work with.” he grunts in your ear as he clutches your hips and drags you back onto him so you’re practically sitting directly on his cock, the thick head of his length kissing where your lower lips meet.

“You’re so gross,” you mumble sleepily, ears perking up at the sound of him sucking in a sharp breath. “Don’t tell me you liked that.”

“Mm, why not? You gonna call me gross again?” he chuckles, shameless and eager. As if to further taunt you, he latches wet lips onto your shoulder and sucks and licks a path up to your ear. When you squirm away, one of his hands clutches your chin to hold your head in place. He swirls his tongue around the shell of your ear before dipping it directly into your ear, making you jump and squeal in surprise.

His responding chuckle sends ticklish vibrations through your eardrum and down your spine before his tongue dips into your ear once more, the sound and sensation of the wet muscle moving in your ear making your jaw drop and, to your surprise, eyes roll back into your head.

You reach back and clutch at his thigh with a shaky gasp as his tongue leisurely violates the sacred space that used to be your ear canal. His hand slowly slides down from your chin to your neck to your chest, where he cups one of your breasts in his hand and massages it slowly.

You can’t tell why it feels so good in spite of being incredibly overwhelming, but you can’t compose yourself enough to do anything but moan weakly, letting Haechan grope your chest and tongue at your ear to his heart’s content.

His fingers toy with and tug at your now hardened nipple, a soft groan leaving him that practically reverberates through you from his proximity to your ear. He lets his tongue slip out of your ear, chuckling triumphantly at the whine of disappointment that slips from your lips, before he sucks at your earlobe, simultaneously flicking your nipple back and forth and tracing circles around the bud.

“Thought I was gross,” he chuckles teasingly. “You warmed up to that pretty quickly.”

“What even was that? What fetish website did you find that on?” you question incredulously, frantically rubbing at your ear to rid it of the slimy feeling running all through where his tongue touched, and he snorts, catching your wrist and pulling your hand down.

“Why? Did you like getting your ear tongue-fucked?” he purrs, flicking his tongue over the hole in your ear cheekily and laughing when you complain and attempt to move away. “Wanna watch videos of it and touch yourself pretending I’m doing it to you?” he taunts breathlessly in your ear.

“You really are a little perverted freak, aren’t you?” you mutter in awe, and you don’t miss the way he stiffens behind you. “Don’t tell me that got you going, too.”

“Sure did, baby.” he grunts with an audible smile, and a moment later, you feel the now slick head of his length gliding up and down your upper thigh and experimentally pressing under the fleshy pocket where your asscheek meets your thigh.

“You know what?” you mumble, turning around to face him. He whines at the loss of contact but falls silent when you push his shoulder so he’s lying on his back and shift to straddle his legs, deliberately keeping your core hovering above where he clearly wants you most. “You’re not calling the shots anymore.”

His eyes widen in surprise before an unmistakable glint of excitement fills them. “No?”

“Nope.” you hum, running your nails down his bare chest and smiling when he shudders under your touch. “You’re a gross”—you poke his chest—“little”—poke—“pervert”—poke—“and I don’t think I should let you run whatever weird fetish experiments you want on me.”

He frowns up at you petulantly, but his length twitches under you, making his upset façade crack. “But I need you,” he urges, hands moving to caress your thighs.

“Need me to what?” you ask with an air of innocent curiosity. “If it’s gross, I’m not doing it,” you warn, trying to hide the thrill spreading throughout your body from being in charge of your very handsome, very bratty lover currently lying beneath you.

“Kiss me?” he asks breathlessly, and how could you say no to him with that pretty red blush spreading across his cheeks?

You pretend to think about it before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips that leaves him chasing after you for more. Before he can get too carried away, you press down on his chest to keep him flat on the bed, and he groans in protest.

“More,” he grunts, “please?” He’s quick to add, brows furrowed in frustration.

You sigh heavily, looking down at him with an unimpressed expression that has him squirming under you and his fingers digging into your thighs and hips. “What more do you want?”

“Tongue,” he replies immediately. “Wetter.”

“Wetter, huh?” you muse, leaning back down and cupping his chin as you bring your lips to his. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows in anticipation, and you hum disappointedly. “We could have used that. Such a waste.”

Before he can reply, you’re kissing him, gradually deepening the kiss until his tongue is slipping into your mouth with a relieved moan escaping him before it starts to swirl around your tongue and flick at the inside of your mouth.

You let your reins slip a bit as he kisses you, chalking it up to his superior kissing skills, and allow him to grope your hips, thighs and ass freely, his fingers clawing at you greedily as he sucks on your tongue.

The only sounds to be heard in the room are the wet smacking sounds of your kissing and the muffled moans escaping both of you, Haechan’s sounds soon growing more desperate and plaintive until—

“What do you want now?” you manage to ask in the middle of the kiss, and he moans pleadingly, the sound so melodic and tempting that you wish you could record it and play it over and over.

“Need more,” he gasps. “Wetter.”

“Wetter?” you mumble into the kiss in surprise.

He gives your tongue a long, hard suck before letting it go to retreat back into your mouth. “Wetter.” he confirms.

“How much wetter can it get? Do you want me to spit in your mouth or something—?”

“Please?” His response is instant, eyes bright and wide and filled with an obscene amount of hope considering what he’s just asked you to do.

You only offer a surprised raising of your eyebrows in response before cupping his chin and squeezing. His mouth opens instantly, his tongue dropping out, all pretty and glistening and pink, and you hear his breath catch in his throat when you lean over him and let a string of saliva spill from your lips onto his tongue. As soon as it hits his tongue, he moans weakly, the sound more of a cry, and you lean in to kiss him, his tongue gliding wetly against yours as the mix of your and his saliva spills from his lips, dripping down his chin and onto your hand still cupping his face.

You pull back and fake a disgusted expression, wiping your wet hand off on his chest. “Yuck, Haechan, seriously?” you groan with a grimace, and he licks his lips, gazing up at you with wild, unapologetic eyes.

“Couldn’t help myself.” he pants shamelessly. When you scowl and move to get off of him, he grabs at your hips, desperately pulling you back down on him. When he pulls you a little harder than you anticipated, your core makes contact with his length and he hisses in pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t leave yet.” he begs, voice on the verge of cracking.

“You can’t seriously think I’m gonna let you touch me after you just slobbered all over me.” you remark incredulously, and he nods excitedly.

“I’m not done,” he reminds you with a pointed look down to where you’re hovering over him, his length so hard it almost looks painful.

“What do you want?” you sigh in as bored of a tone as you can manage, considering his gradual undoing is affecting you more than you expected.

“I need to taste you,” he rasps, and you can’t deny that your core clenches with need at his words. “Want me to beg?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Not particularly—”

“Please let me eat your pussy, baby,” he groans, and a girlish, nervous giggle bubbles out from you amongst all the waves of desire that just crashed along your inner shore of composure. You definitely didn’t expect him to beg, but you also didn’t expect to like it so much. “Please, baby? Just need my tongue all over your pretty pussy—that’d make me feel so much better—”

“God, shut up,” you shudder, moving to cover his mouth. Haechan, however, always the brat, instantly clocks your body’s subconscious reaction to his begging and he decides to exploit it.

So he blocks your attempt to silence him, continuing with bright eyes, “Can I have you, baby? Can I please have a taste of your pretty little pussy?”

“Stop,” you whimper, feeling your composure slipping as arousal blazes in your abdomen and between your legs, the sensation of your core leaking so pervasive that you have to hope you’re not literally dripping onto his thighs. “I get it, you can—”

“Thank you, baby,” he moans in relief, hooking his arms under and around your thighs before unceremoniously hoisting you up, yanking you closer and closer to his face before you even get the chance to process the situation and, when you’re finally close enough, sealing his mouth over your core with a blissed out sigh as you hiss in pleasure. He pulls back and presses increasingly wetter kisses to your folds, lips growing glossier with each kiss as he pulls back to reveal more of your arousal and his saliva on his mouth. “Love your pussy so much,” he mumbles drunkenly into your core, sucking on your clit and massaging the underside with his tongue as you tremble above him.

“Fuck,” you whisper in awe, marveling at how Haechan’s managed to completely turn this situation’s dynamic on its head. Once more, you’re coming undone at his mercy which, you think as he clutches your thighs closer to his face roughly, you won’t be seeing any time soon.

“You like sitting on my face, baby?” he slurs through lewd kisses placed all over your core and inner thighs. “I love it so much—feels so good—like Heaven—”

“Mm, yeah,” you shudder dreamily. “You’re so good to me,” you coo, and he nods eagerly, his nose rubbing against your clit so purposefully that you wonder if it was intentional.

“I’m so good to my baby, right? Love making my girl feel good—could worship this pretty pussy with my mouth for hours—and you’d let me, right, baby?” he purrs against your clit and you find yourself nodding dumbly, a mischievous grin curling his lips before he resumes massaging it with deep strokes of his tongue until you’re rutting against his face in a desperate race to climax.

“Gonna cum,” you gasp, and he hums, urging your thighs and hips down until you’re practically smothering him and his eyes gaze up at you, intense and sultry and heavy-lidded as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. When you finally climax, it’s with a full bodied shudder and cry of his name as your hips act of their own accord, dragging your core back and forth on his outstretched tongue and the tip of his nose. “So good, so fucking good—”

“My pretty girl likes when I eat her out, yeah?” he rasps, hands gliding up from your thighs to cup your breasts and squeeze. When you laugh breathlessly and nod, he grins and nestles his face between your legs with a delighted hum, turning your airy giggle into a moan of surprise as he brings his lips to your clit again, fingers pulling back the fleshy hood to reveal more of the sensitive button.

“Shit, Haechan—” you hiss, recoiling from the sudden onset of overwhelming pleasure.

you must do this often baby, it’s so telling what you can do it’s a simple understanding between me and you

“You just said you liked it,” he points out with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Yeah, but—”

oh, because ‘cause when you run your tongue up my thigh

“So let me do it again,” he coaxes before dragging his tongue up your inner thigh slowly and blinking up at you with that heavy stare that has you cracking, looking away for a moment of peace.

i can’t help but wonder, hmm, why? you got so much more up your sleeve

“Don’t you wanna cum, too?” you try to redirect him for at least long enough to recuperate from your last orgasm, but he shakes his head firmly and dismissively.

you wanna make sure i don’t leave

“Could probably cum just from playing with you,” he grunts happily and you blink down at him, stunned.

“Top-grade eater right here, folks,” you praise sarcastically, and he snickers before biting down on your thigh. “It appears he’s taken the term ‘eater’ a bit too literally, folks, what a blunder!” you announce to the audience of exactly no one, but he’s entertained all the same, laughing loudly as he sits up with a sudden movement that sends you practically toppling over onto your back.

“That went way smoother in my head,” he manages to get out through his laughter as he scrambles over your body to assess you. “You okay?” he half-asks, half-giggles, his laughter only intensifying when you narrow your eyes at him in a failed attempt to hide your own amusement.

“You’re horrible,” you groan through your laughing, and he drops down beside you in relief as he succumbs to his laughing fit.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says sweetly, reaching over to squeeze your thigh apologetically.

“It’s fine, I guess,” you answer sulkily, and he snickers, rubbing his hand over your thigh and massaging the flesh. “You alright there?” you chuckle after what seems like an inordinate amount of time of him caressing your leg.

“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he sighs dreamily, shifting closer to slide his hand up and down the expanse of your thigh.

“Thank you, I knew my lotions and body butters and body oils weren’t a waste of money,” you reply with a smile, and he shakes his head, shifting closer and kissing your cheek.

“Definitely not.” he mumbles, moving lower and kissing down your legs slowly with lingering, adoring kisses until he’s nosing your legs apart and slotting himself between them smoothly.

“You’re kidding,” you laugh incredulously, and he shakes his head, looking up at you with bright, hopeful eyes.

“I’m not,” he clarifies, and you pout down at him. “Let me try something?”

“Haechan, I already said no more fetish experiments on me—”

“Hear me out,” he presses, and something about the urgency in his voice has you falling silent and waving your hand for him to continue speaking. He shifts to hover over you so you’re face to face and gazes into your eyes before murmuring, “I wanna treat you like you’re mine.”

“Oh,” you mumble, shy all of a sudden, and his lips quirk up into a bashful smile.

“Yeah.”

“We can do that,” you agree softly, and his eyes widen in excitement before he scans your face and something softens in his gaze to a gentler, fond sort of fascination.

“Yeah?” he asks quietly, voice barely above a whisper as he brings his lips to yours.

“Yeah,” you let out a soft giggle before he connects your lips in a sweet kiss. It starts slow, with leisurely partings of the lips and teasing flicks of the tongue, but, because it’s Haechan, it builds, Haechan shifting slightly so your legs are slotted together and his thigh is up against your core before deepening the kiss and sucking playfully at your bottom lip and tongue.

When he parts from the kiss, he gazes down at you adoringly before whispering. “Hi.”

You smile up at him. “Hi.” When he doesn’t stop studying your face, you get bashful, turning your face away and covering your eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you complain, and he lets out a low chuckle.

“Because I want to.” he replies, kissing your shoulder before pushing it back down so you’re flat on your back. “Because I can.” He kisses your neck. “Because you’re pretty.” He pulls your hand from your face and peppers kisses all over it until you’re laughing. “Because you’re mine.” His last words have so much conviction you have to question for a moment if he knows something you don’t.

so lie to me, lie to me, lie to me so sweet ‘cause i don’t ever want to imagine all the other n****s like me ever had a chance to get in your pants, so tell me that the pussy is mine

“I kinda do like the sound of that,” you admit with a sleepy smile, and he beams down at you before kissing you again, this time letting his hands caress your body slowly, leisurely, like you two have all the time in the world.

The very notion makes your chest ache with longing, and you’re surprised by how deep the ache is, like it’s unearthing an old bruise you can’t exactly see but can feel if you press just the right way.

Haechan remains oblivious to your inner turmoil, instead languidly leaving slow, wet kisses down your body until he’s at just below your navel before looking up at you with bright eyes.

“What does my pretty girl want me to do, hm?” he asks softly, sitting up so he’s sitting on his heels and letting your legs drape over his thighs. “Does she want me to taste her again?” he suggests, hands gliding up from your knees to your inner thighs, massaging and kneading the flesh.

“No,” you huff, frowning down at him petulantly, and he smiles fondly.

“What is it, baby?” he urges gently, leaning over you so you’re face to face again. “What does my baby want?”

You battle internally to find the least embarrassing words to express your desire, finally settling on, “I want you,” then reaching down to wrap a hand around his length, “here,” you finish, bringing the head of his shaft to your entrance.

He licks his lips and inhales deeply before nodding slowly and reaching between you two to replace your hand around his base, stroking himself slowly as he scans your face and body with such intensity it makes you shy, your gaze shifting away nervously.

He pushes into you until his tip is buried in your core, a low groan and a sharp intake of breath leaving him and you respectively before he slowly bottoms out, your hands instinctively finding each other as you link fingers and rest your interlocked hands on your thighs just below your hips.

“My beautiful girl,” he murmurs adoringly, stroking the backs of your hands with his thumbs. “You just wanted to feel me inside you, yeah? Feel my cock filling you up?”

“Yeah,” you whimper softly. “You feel so good, Haechan—please move?”

“Anything for you, baby.” he promises, slowly pulling out and pushing back in with fluid motions of his hips. You let out a moan and he repeats the motion, pushing in a bit more powerfully and chuckling when you grip his fingers harder. “Feels good, yeah?”

“So good,” you urge breathlessly. “Keep going—don’t stop—”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he grunts, starting to build a pace that has your eyes rolling back into your head and small whimpers and moans leaving you involuntarily, the sounds music to Haechan’s ears as he thrusts into you with powerful, skilled strokes. Haechan admires you as you lie on the bed—the way your breasts shift with every thrust, the sweat and saliva glistening on your body, your heavy-lidded, glazed over eyes, and your mouth parted in a silent cry—and he lets out an overwhelmed groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby—can you look at me?”

With a great amount of difficulty, you manage to refocus your gaze on your lover as he drives his length into you, filling you in the best way.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, and heat flares in your cheeks. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, baby,” you echo shyly, and he beams down at you with bright, twinkling eyes.

“You look so good,” he moans, his adoring expression almost too much to witness. “All for me, only for me, right, baby?”

“All for you,” you repeat in a whimper, and Haechan chuckles fondly.

“Are you repeating after me because you can’t think?” he taunts gently, reaching down between your bodies and massaging your clit as you cry out.

“Mm—no,” you protest, brows furrowed stubbornly, and he raises an eyebrow in challenge.

“No?” he echoes, pressing down firmly on your clit as he rubs circles around the bud, and you shake your head insistently. “So you can think?”

“Uh-huh—” you gasp out, and he snickers before leaning over you so you’re face to face again.

“Then I must be doing something wrong, hm?” he murmurs with a growing grin before pulling out to the tip and thrusting back into you with a smooth roll of his hips.

When you suck in a breath of surprise, he chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth, lingering as he works on building up a steady rhythm more intense than before. His one hand remains between your legs, working circles around your clit as he drags your linked hands up to beside your head to brace himself.

“Taking me so nice and deep, baby,” he praises, and you can only manage a whine in response. “Feel so good around me—like we were made for each other, pretty girl.”

“Mhm—” you pant, and he arches an eyebrow.

“Mhm, what?” he murmurs teasingly. “Mhm, we’re made for each other?”

“Mhm,” you sigh, relieved. “Mine.”

“Yours?” he laughs breathlessly, brows furrowing slightly in concentration as he pumps into you. “Are you mine, pretty?”

“All yours,” you hum dreamily, and he grins, kissing you again as he fucks you into a climax-induced stupor.

“All mine, huh? That’s what I like to hear,” he grunts as he slows down to deep, leisurely rolls of his hips as you come down from your high, and your walls clench around him, making him hiss. “Fuck, baby—do that again for me?”

“This?” you mumble sleepily, flexing around him, and he whimpers, nodding.

“Feels so good when you do that—so tight—milking me, baby, you’re so good to me—”

“You gonna cum in me, baby?” you ask in a soft lilt, gazing up at him.

“Mm, yeah,” he groans, “you want me to pull out?”

“No,” you hum, blissed out from your climax. “Wanna feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, baby, love when you talk like that.” he mumbles in a slurred voice. “Sound so pretty when you talk all nasty.”

“Want you to cum in me, baby,” you say with a small pout that you’ll deny later if it comes up. “Please?”

“Anything for my pretty girl,” he moans, his head dropping forward in ecstasy as his thrusts slow down gradually. “Pretty girl wants me to cum inside, I’m cumming in-fucking-side—”

“Want you to fill me up—wanna milk you dry—please?” you plead, and his eyes roll back into his head as he bottoms out in you, his length throbbing inside of you.

“Gonna be the death of me, baby,” he shudders as he fills you with his load. “That’s it, baby, take all of it,” he whispers as you clench around him repeatedly. “It’s all for you, mama, all yours.”

When he’s sure he’s got nothing left to give, he tries, bless his heart, not to crush you when he collapses on top of you, but fails miserably. You laugh breathlessly as he struggles to get comfortable, your laughter cutting short in surprise when he elects to lay on your chest between your legs with one hand caressing your side.

“So,” you muse, and he cranes his head to look at you before catching sight of the teasing expression on your face and burying his face between your breasts with a groan. “Mama, huh?”

“It’s just a thing people say,” he insists.

“I know. It isn’t a thing you say, though.” you point out with a grin, and he whines in protest, cupping your breasts before pushing them together and taking one of your nipples in his mouth. “You called me ‘mama’… now you’re sucking my ni—Haechan, I’m onto you—”

“Shut up!” He laughs loudly as he sits up slightly. “I just thought it felt right to call you that in the moment,” he whines, dipping back down briefly to place a kiss on your breast. “And I like your tits.”

“How sentimental and romantic.” you drawl, gazing up at him with an unimpressed expression.

His gaze softens to something tender yet still teasing. “You want me to be romantic?”

You blanch, realizing the implications of what you’ve said. “I, um, have to get ready for work.” you mumble awkwardly, sitting up slightly. Instead of moving out of your way like any normal person would, Haechan remains in your space, smiling at you knowingly.

“You like me.”

“Can you move, please?” you say with a pout, poking at his bare chest. “I have to shower.”

“Can you admit you like me?” he echoes your tone. “Then I’ll get up so we can shower.”

“We?”

“We.”

“Who says we’re showering together?” you scoff in amusement.

“Your water bill. The environment. The ecosystem. Me.”

You sigh loudly. “Fine.”

“Yay,” he says with a little smile. “Now admit you like me.”

“No!” you protest, but by the way he raises his eyebrows, you may have fallen into a trap.

“So you like me… but you won’t admit it.” he muses, and you scowl at him.

“Get away,” you complain with a small laugh, pushing at his chest. He lets you push him off of you this time, willingly flopping onto his back and running a hand through his hair as he regards you.

“I’ll take that for now.” he hums in satisfaction.

You narrow your eyes. “Shut up and let’s shower. You have work, too.”

“Mm,” he sighs happily, “okay, baby.”

When you emerge from the bathroom after washing up and finishing your skincare routine, you head over to your dresser and collect your lotion, body butter, and body oil before moving toward the bed.

Haechan is doing something on his phone as you enter the room, but when he catches a glimpse of you clad only in a bra, underwear, and an open robe, he locks it and clambers over from the headboard to the edge of the bed closest to you, eyes bright as he gazes up at you.

“Hi.” he says slightly breathlessly. “You look good.”

“Hi,” you echo, smiling in amusement. “Thank you,” you hum sincerely, and he watches as you squeeze lotion into your hand, eyes following your every move as you rub it into your arms.

“What’s this one?” he murmurs curiously, picking up the jar of your body butter.

“Body butter,” you answer simply as you bend over to apply lotion to your legs, and he nods in understanding.

“Can I smell it?” he asks hopefully, and you laugh as you nod, making him grin as he unscrews the top of the jar and brings it to his nose. “God, that stuff smells good.”

“That’s the goal,” you confirm, and he looks you up and down before wetting his lips slowly.

“Do you need help?” he asks, voice surprisingly husky, and a surreptitious glance at his lap reveals that he’s sporting a gradually growing erection.

“Believe it or not, I’ve done this before.” you reply wryly, and he pouts slightly.

“Do you want help?” he tries again.

You shrug. “Not particularly.” At his exasperated sigh, you burst into laughter. “Would you like to help me put my body creams on, Haechan?”

“Yes, please.” he grunts, grabbing at the back of your knee and lifting your leg so your foot is between his legs and under his crotch. “How much should I put?” he murmurs, studying the thick cream inside the jar.

“Like this much,” you show him, gently guiding his hand to scoop out some body butter into his hand. “If you use your knuckle, it doesn’t get stuck under your nails.” you murmur softly, and you look down at him to see that he’s just staring up at you in a daze. “Haechan.”

“Mm?” His reply is distracted, his eyes a little distant as he gazes at you.

“Are you paying attention?” you ask suspiciously, and he shakes his head.

“No.” he admits with a sheepish smile. “Got distracted,” he mumbles.

“Rub your hands together.” you urge him gently, cupping his hands in yours and showing him how to distribute the product onto his hands. When he’s prepped the body butter enough, you release his hands and gesture to your leg with a jerk of your chin. His gaze drifts down to your bare leg and he groans in delight before bringing his hands to your skin and starting to rub the cream into your skin. “Good,” you exhale, admittedly a bit aroused by the feeling of his hands massaging your calf and thigh.

“Good?” he murmurs playfully, eyes flicking up to your face curiously. Unfortunately for your dignity, he seems to find whatever he was looking for, as he grins triumphantly and looks back down at where his hands glide along your moisturized skin. “Feels so good,” he half-moans, half-mumbles, and you could almost swear you feel his length twitch from where it rests against the top of your foot.

“I think this leg is done, Haechan,” you chuckle, and he gives it one last lingering stroke before retracting his hands and letting you switch your legs, adjusting your stance accordingly. He carefully takes more body butter, diligently distributing the product between his hands like you showed him before he starts to massage your other leg. A small content sigh escapes you when his thumb digs into just the right spot, and he grins without looking up from where his hands are caressing your flesh. “What’s so funny?”

“You like this, too.” he points out, and you nod slowly, much to his surprise.

“That I do.”

“I like this a lot,” he muses softly.

You chuckle and nod, brows raised as you lift your heel to press the top of your foot against the underside of his length. “I can tell.”

“No, I mean—I like when you can be like this.” he explains carefully, looking up at you. “Real with me—and yourself—without feeling so… guilty.”

You don’t entirely know what to say. “I do, too,” you finally decide, speaking softly, and he smiles a bit more brightly before it’s replaced with a small frown that, for some reason, genuinely causes your heart to twist. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wish we could stay like this forever,” he confesses. “Like that song by SZA—crap, what’s it called?”

“Snooze?” you supply helpfully, and his face lights up as he nods.

“How can I snooze, when I’m with you? How can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important; nobody do body like you do.” he half-sings, half-mumbles melodically, his ears reddening as he scans your face.

“Okay, vocals,” you tease, trying to keep the mood light despite the overwhelming ache he’s just caused you.

“Like, I never want to miss a single moment with you, and it sucks because I know this is all going to end when we walk out of here.” he laments sadly, catching your wrist as you reach to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch and sighs deeply before an idea strikes you.

Pushing him onto his back, you move to kneel on either side of his legs, straddling his lap as you smile down at him. “Then let’s not walk out of here any time soon.” you suggest. His hands move to your hips, thumbs stroking your skin as he watches you in fascination. You lean over him to grab your phone off of the nightstand, laughing when he sits up slightly so his face is pressed between your breasts, and sit back up, settling down on him comfortably.

“What are you doing?” he wonders aloud, and you put a finger to your lips to shush him as you dial a number and place the call on speakerphone.

“Hello?” the familiar voice of your supervisor comes through on the line, and you smile.

“Hey,” you say with as raspy of a voice as you can manage. Haechan’s brows shoot up in surprise and his curiosity only increases as he watches you with a growing smile. “I’m really sorry, but I don’t feel well enough to come into work today.”

His eyes light up as he finally seems to understand what you’re doing, and he sits up excitedly, only to be stopped by your palm pressing into his chest, manicured nails drumming lightly on his torso as you wait for your supervisor to respond.

“Aw, dear, I’m sorry to hear that,” she says sympathetically, and your lid drops down into a wink in Haechan’s direction as you fake cough twice into the phone. “I’ll put it down in the system that you won’t be coming in. Feel better, alright?”

“Thank you,” you say, sighing sadly for effect. “Hopefully I’ll see you soon.”

“Take care, honey.” she replies kindly.

“You too.” you echo the sentiment before hanging up the phone and smiling down at Haechan, who looks like he could burst with excitement at any moment. “Your turn.”

“My turn,” he agrees immediately, struggling to reach his phone from his position under you. You roll your eyes in amusement before reaching over and grabbing his phone for him, sitting back up and placing it on his chest.

He picks it up and taps his screen a couple of times, brows furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand, before he sets it back down on his chest with the call open on the screen.

“Hello?” a man with a gruff voice answers the phone, and Haechan clears his throat.

“Good morning, Mr. Gauthier,” he greets in as solemn of a tone as he can manage, and you cover your mouth to silence your giggles. “I hope you’re well. Unfortunately, I have a personal emergency to attend to, so I won’t be able to come into work today.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that, son. I hope everything works out.” The man’s voice is softer now, considerably more gentle, and you smile at the surprising compassion from the man on the other end of the line.

“Thank you, sir. I hope to be back at work as soon as possible.” Haechan says somberly. “Thank you for your understanding.”

“Of course, Haechan. Take care now, and good luck with everything.”

Haechan bids his boss goodbye and ends the call before grinning up at you mischievously. “My schedule just cleared up for the rest of the day.”

“Well, would you look at that? Mine, too.” you reply with a playful smile. “Yunjin already left for work, and she has Pilates in the evening after work, so we have at least… seven more hours together.”

“What are we gonna do with all that spare time?” Haechan asks rhetorically, wetting his lips as he stares at yours.

Rocking back onto his lap, you reach between you two and gently palm at his length as it strains against his boxers. “I can think of a few things,” you murmur with a giggle as you lean down to kiss him.

If you could live in this moment forever, you would, and that’s precisely what makes you so nervous; the gravity of your emotions, the depth—your feelings for Haechan are not unlike getting caught in a rip current at the beach; lurking almost unseen beneath the surface, they whisk you away without a moment’s notice and any attempts to swim against the current simply exhaust you. Before, the only way to escape was to swim along the shore, humor him for a bit until you could slip away, but… something in you doesn’t want to fight it anymore.

So, as Haechan rolls you over onto your back and climbs on top of you before giving you another, much deeper kiss, you decide to lie back and just float, letting the current guide you to wherever it chooses.

The day passes wonderfully, the two of you just guiltlessly enjoying each other’s company. You alternate from being in bed together, watching movies and shows, to cooking in the kitchen together, to curling up together on the couch—you name it, you two have found a way to make it a two-person job.

“Hey, Haechan?” you ask out of the blue.

“Yes, baby?” He doesn’t turn his head to face you, but he’s also deeply concentrated on thoroughly sautéing the shrimp you two are preparing for your impulsive meal of shrimp scampi, so you don’t take it personally.

You try to ignore the butterflies that erupt at his casual but fond use of the pet name. “Two questions. Actually three: two and a follow-up question.”

“Hit me,” he replies casually.

“Have you ever let Winter hold it while you pee?”

His movements stop entirely, your lover now frozen as he processes what you’ve just asked him. Gently setting the spatula down and turning to face you, he tilts his head and scrunches his face up in confusion before speaking. “Baby, what?”

“You heard me,” you reply nonchalantly. “Have you… let Winter… hold it… while you pee?”

“No. I am positive that she’s never asked, though.”

“So would you? If she did?” you ask, tilting your own head to the side curiously.

“No, probably not. That’s a little weird, no?”

“Haechan, you tongue-fucked my ear less than ten hours ago. You don’t get to call things weird, sir.” you drawl.

You’d be a fool—specifically, Winter’s level of fool—not to notice the way his energy shifts after your last word. He licks his lips, wetting them, and walks closer to you.

“What did I say about calling me that?” he warns you softly, and you press your knee to his chest, pushing him back slightly to keep him at bay.

“Not so fast, I have two more questions.”

“Okay, hurry up and ask me.” he replies, slowly scanning your face with a hint of amusement making his lips quirk upwards at one corner.

“Would you let me?” you ask curiously, and he raises his eyebrows.

“I am letting you. Ask me!”

“No, no. Would you let me?” you stress the last word, and realization dawns on his face.

“Let you…hold it…” he starts slowly.

“...While you pee.” you finish with a nod of confirmation.

He pauses to think about it. “I’m not opposed, it just… never really occurred to me.”

“Interesting,” you muse to yourself. When he pushes your knee down and steps closer to you, you stop him with a hand to his chest, giggling when he groans in anguish. “I have one more question!”

“You’re torturing me, woman.” he laments sadly, hanging his head.

“Sorry,” you lilt unapologetically. “It’s related, actually.”

“To?”

You elect to answer his question with your question. “Do you have, like, a kink for being called ‘sir’ or something?”

He rolls his eyes, poking his tongue in his cheek before laughing. “Is that the question?”

“Yes,” you reply matter-of-factly.

“I think it’s hot,” he answers, pushing your hand on his chest down and out of his way before stepping closer to you. He stops just when his thighs are pressed against your knees, looking at you for some sort of signal. When you spread your legs for him, he grins and steps closer, hands sliding up your thighs. “Really hot.”

“I’ve never tried that before.” you say thoughtfully, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

“You kinda sound like you want to.” he points out, subconsciously wetting his lips again as he looks down at yours.

“Haechan, the shrimp is going to burn.” you point out, and he reaches behind him blindly, fingers fumbling with the stove dials before he turns the fire off and returns his hand to your thigh.

“Try it,” he breathes. “Try calling me sir.”

You look at him carefully, the hope and excitement written plainly on his handsome face. He watches you with eyes full of unmistakable hunger, lips parted as his breathing deepens.

“Would that make you happy?” you ask softly, hooking your legs around his legs to urge him closer to you. At his vehement nod, you giggle before nodding back slowly but with conviction. “Then it’s my pleasure, sir.”

“What a good girl,” he praises, the grunt sounding from low in his throat, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard Haechan sound this… wanting. He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head up so you’re face to face. “You gonna let me kiss you now?”

“Yes, sir.” you breathe in reply, and he sucks in a sharp breath before tugging you closer and slotting his lips with yours. He’s assertive and dominant in the kiss from the moment your lips connect, his grip on your chin moving to cup the back of your head. He holds you to him firmly, greedily devouring your every attempt to catch a breath, leaving you dizzy and desiring more of his touch. When the hand still on your thigh slips between your legs, you whimper into his mouth, provoking a groan from him.

“You like how I kiss you, pretty?” he murmurs after finally breaking the kiss for air.

“Mhm—yes, sir,” you correct yourself at the last minute, lacking the shame you would normally have at how desperately you whine the words; you blame the lack of oxygen to your brain from that first kiss.

“I know you do, pretty girl. Love kissing you—you taste so good—could kiss you all day—” his words start to slur together as he pulls you in for another kiss, his fingers stroking at your clit gently through your shorts and underwear.

“Hae—sir,” you gasp when he slips his fingers up your shorts and starts to tug your underwear to the side.

“What is it, hm? What is it you want?” he urges you gently, tone lilting, low and playful.

“More,” you pant, and he chuckles.

“More, what?”

“More, sir,” you stress impatiently, and he arches an eyebrow in a silent challenge that you dare not take him up on. “Please?”

His gaze darkening considerably, he asks, “Am I about to hear you beg?”

You hesitate, not sure what to say, before stammering out a slightly stubborn, “No.”

He tsks at you in disapproval. “I bet you would’ve sounded so good begging for me to touch you.”

You shake your head with a small, bashful smile. “My pride won’t let me,” you reply with a tiny shrug, and he snickers.

“We’ll work on it. In the meantime, how about you give me another kiss, yeah?” he purrs, drawing you closer once more.

“Yes, sir,” you reply, blinking up at him through your lashes. He gazes down at you, expression full of a myriad of emotions: wonder, adoration, desire, and fascination swim in his eyes before he leans in to connect your lips once more. You two are so wrapped up in each other, kissing over and over and over again, that neither of you hear the door open. Or shut. Or the footsteps approaching the kitchen.

You do, however, hear the loud clearing of Yunjin’s throat, the two of you jumping apart hurriedly as you push Haechan off of you.

“Unbelievable,” she sighs, advancing further into the kitchen until she’s standing in front of you two, and places her hands on her hips. “I thought you two had a handle on this?”

“You’re home early,” you point out weakly, and she stares at you blankly.

“Pilates got canceled.” she explains dismissively.

“Ah.”

“Back to my question.” she presses, and you swallow, looking down at your hands. “What happened, girl?” she asks in a softer tone, and you frown deeply.

“I had a handle on it, I’m just—he’s just—” you stammer, and she arches an eyebrow expectantly. “This is really complicated.”

“Evidently.” she sighs. “And you—” she starts, rounding on Haechan.

“Spare me the lecture,” Haechan grumbles, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m willing to bet I’ve heard it all before.”

“And you still don’t listen.” she points out. “Imagine if I forgot to mention I was bringing Winter back here.”

“You wouldn’t just forget to mention that.” Haechan counters. “You would never forget to mention something like that.”

“I might if I don’t know you’re over here boinking my roommate and best friend!” she retorts.

“So, what, do you want a warning next time I’m over?” he asks petulantly, and she stares at him incredulously before looking at you as if to say, “Really? This guy?”

You shrug.

“I want there not to be a next time.” she says slowly. “Tell me you’re both done with this.” She crosses her arms and stares you both down.

You hang your head in defeat. “Okay,” you mumble reluctantly, and look over at Haechan in anticipation of an echo that never comes. “Haechan.” you whisper, nudging him. “Tell her you’re done.”

“I’m not, though,” he huffs, and Yunjin scoffs disbelievingly as you groan in frustration.

“Please? Haechan, just say it.” you murmur, and he sucks his teeth.

“Fine,” he mutters. Looking up at Yunjin with a dead-set gaze that you know him well enough to be unnerved by, he rolls his eyes pointedly before saying. “I’m done.”

“Literally nothing about that was convincing.” she sighs disapprovingly, and he shrugs.

“It’s the best you’re gonna get.”

“Fine. Whatever. Are you leaving now?” Yunjin asks, nodding as she does in the hopes it’ll influence his decision.

Apparently, it does. “Doesn’t seem like I have much of a choice.” he grouches before standing up and heading in your room to get his things.

While you two are alone, you avoid meeting Yunjin’s gaze. However, never one to be ignored, Yunjin clears her throat again to catch your attention.

“I think maybe you should try to move on,” she says quietly. “So it hurts less.”

You nod dejectedly. “Yeah.”

“Jeno’s nice.”

“He is.”

Yunjin doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at her, she’s sporting a sad smile. “But he’s not Haechan.”

You sigh deeply and shake your head. “No, he is not.”

Haechan’s re-entry into the room cuts your conversation short, the male standing in your living room fully dressed and scowling.

“I guess I’m leaving now.” he announces flatly.

“Great. Get home safe.” Yunjin dismisses him, and you frown.

“Bye, Haechan.” you say sincerely, and he meets your gaze with a softened look in his eyes.

“See you later,” he replies, offering a small smile your way before leaving your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

It’s silent for a minute before Yunjin speaks. “How long was he over here?”

“Since last night,” you mumble.

“Didn’t you have work today?” she asks, confused, and you nod.

“We both called out.”

“Damn,” she sighs. “I’m sorry I cut your little fling thing short, I just can’t—I can’t knowingly have it under the same roof as me. I have no deniability that way, you know?”

“I get you.” you respond despondently. “I guess it’s over now anyway.”

“Honestly? I don’t think it is.” Yunjin replies. “There’s something about you two that I just can’t put my finger on, but—” she explains, brows furrowing in thought. “I just feel like the Fates have wound your strings so closely together that it’s hard to tell where one begins and the other ends.”

“Yeah? Well, tell them to stop playing arts and crafts with my life.” you grouch, and she snorts.

“I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”

jeno [19:17] hey! can i call you?

you [19:19] hiii sure :)

Your phone rings not even a minute later and you pick up before the first ring finishes.

“Hi, Jeno,” you coo into the phone, rolling over onto your stomach and kicking your legs up in the air casually.

“Hey! I wanted to ask you a question, but I had to open with that otherwise I’d lose my nerve and not ask you.”

“Well, now I’m nervous.” you chuckle, and he laughs on the other end.

“It’s nothing bad! I was just wondering if, uh, you might want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? …Like… with me?” You can hear how nervous he is over the phone and your heart does a little skip and a jump, finding his nerves endearing.

“That sounds fun,” you reply sweetly, and he exhales loudly in relief, making you giggle. “When did you wanna go?”

“I’m not sure; I didn’t actually think I’d get this far,” he chuckles nervously, and you coo affectionately. “When are you free?”

“Hmm, well… if you’re not busy, I’m free tonight?” you suggest, and he sucks in a loud and sharp breath before there’s a loud thud and a faint swear. “Jeno… you there?”

“I’m here!” There’s rustling on the other end and his voice comes out clear again. “I, uh, dropped my phone.”

“Cute,” you remark fondly, and he laughs, the sound sweet and welcoming to your ears. “So tonight?”

“Tonight definitely works! I didn’t have a big plan or anything, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” you assure him. “What time?”

“I can come get you at, like, eight thirty?” Jeno offers, and you nod before remembering he can’t see you.

“That sounds good. See you soon, Jeno! I gotta start getting ready.” you say, moving to sit up on your bed.

“Yeah, me too. I’ll see you soon.” He sounds audibly relieved, and it warms your heart to know that he likes you enough to be that nervous.

“Bye, Jeno,” you hum.

“Bye,” he echoes you, and you hang up the phone before standing up and doing a little excited jig.

“Now what am I going to wear?”

Jeno comes to pick you up right on time, smiling bashfully when you open your door.

“Hi, handsome,” you greet with a grin, and his smile widens.

“Hi, pretty. You look beautiful.” he says sincerely, and you wave your hand dismissively with a smile. “Are you ready to head out?”

“I sure am.” you agree, and he holds his arm out for you to take. You do, pleasantly surprised by the gesture, and let him lead you downstairs and to the downtown subway stop by your house. “Where are we going?” you ask curiously, turning to look at Jeno.

“There’s this hole-in-the-wall restaurant a couple stops downtown that has the best food. It’s kind of chaotic, but the food is so worth it.” Jeno explains, and you nod, content with and intrigued by his answer.

You two exit the train about twelve stops later, with you still dutifully following after Jeno as he guides you through the busy platform with a confidence and ease that has you swooning internally. You’re not walking on the street for long before Jeno pipes up, excitedly saying, “We’re almost there!”

The restaurant—well, it’s really giving dive bar, if you’re being honest—is truly a hole-in-the-wall type of establishment; it’s completely non-descript on the outside with a worn down sign faintly displaying its name—The Sloshed Sloth—and there’s a small line of people waiting to get in as the man at the door checks their identification. You and Jeno make it to the front of the line in no time, the security guard checking your ID and letting you in without issue.

When you two finally enter the dive bar, your senses are assaulted with the raucous sounds of numerous overlapping conversations, the pervasive smell of beer and sweat, and the fluorescent signing on the walls all around you.

“It’s definitely got character,” you chuckle, and Jeno snickers as he offers you his hand. Once you take his hand, he starts to lead you further into the venue, guiding you to an abandoned booth near the back of the bar.

“It’s a little less intense over here,” he explains, and you realize he’s right; the attention-grabbing neon signs are mostly located towards the front of the bar and the dozens of conversations from earlier don’t seem to reach back where you two are. “I wanted to bring you here because it may be kind of a hot mess appearance-wise, but their food is amazing.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you recommend, then?” you ask curiously, picking up the menu on the table and looking it over.

“I’m definitely getting their barbecue bacon cheeseburger,” Jeno gushes, excitedly pointing at the item on the menu. “I think I’m gonna get their sweet potato fries, too.”

“That sounds delicious,” you sigh dreamily, and Jeno laughs.

“What are you getting, do you think?” he asks as you look over the menu carefully.

“I think,” you say slowly, “I’m gonna get the chimichurri with french fries.”

“Excellent choice,” he affirms with a nod, and you let out a small giggle. Once he manages to get a waitress’s attention and she approaches your table with a bright smile and friendly greeting, Jeno places his order, surprising you by ordering for you as well.

She takes your orders down and tells you it’ll be out shortly as she turns and heads towards the kitchen.

“While we wait,” Jeno pipes up, prompting you to look over at him curiously, “I wanted to pick your brain about something.”

“Oh, yeah? And what might that something be?” you reply with a playful lilt, resting your chin in your palm and your elbow on the table as you regard him expectantly.

“Do you think there’s something going on between your helicopter boss in the library and the seventh grade math teacher?” Jeno asks curiously, and you blink, stunned.

“I’m sorry, what?” you blurt out, baffled.

“The day Haechan and I came to visit you at work, I saw them leaving together in a car,” Jeno explains carefully. “Not to mention, I think he’s been treating her to lunch for the past two weeks.”

“Dang?” you mutter to yourself, surprised. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

“What, charm? Game?” Jeno supplies in an attempt to help.

You shake your head. “Kindness,” you say finally, and Jeno snorts. “Generosity. The capacity to love.”

“Is he really that bad?” Jeno laughs in disbelief, and you nod vehemently.

“He’s horrible. The worst. He’s a helicopter boss who’s not even truly my boss, and he’s a micro-managing twat that barely knows how to do his own job, yet he’s breathing down my neck as I do mine.” you huff, crossing your arms with a frown, and Jeno exhales in amusement. “What is it?”

“Nothing, you’re just… really cute when you pout.” Jeno answers, and you can’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your cheeks.

“Oh, really?” you hum playfully.

“Yes, really.” he answers. “I think you’ve definitely gotten that before from other people, though.”

Your mind wanders almost instantly to the main person who’s given you the compliment before, most recently, and most notably, and you shake your head absentmindedly to rid it of all thoughts of Haechan before you focus your attention on Jeno once more.

“What’s the seventh grade math teacher’s name, again? Isn’t she kind of new?” you ask curiously, and Jeno nods.

“She came while you were gone, so she is pretty new, yeah,” Jeno replies with another small confirmation nod. “Her name is Ms. Collins, but she lets the older kids call her Ms. Charlotte.”

“Oh, I think I met her in the elevator the other day!” you exclaim. “She’s, like, an older woman, right? Probably in her forties, dark brown hair with those cool gray streaks in it? Cat eye glasses?”

Jeno nods emphatically. “That’s her.”

You sit back with a thoughtful expression on your face. “Hm.”

Jeno chuckles. “Hm, what?”

“She could do so much better,” you remark. “Should I warn her he’s a dumbass and a half?”

“No, I think you should not meddle and break up what could end up being a very happy couple.” Jeno says with a very gently scolding tone, and you know he’s definitely talking about your asshat boss and the pretty older math teacher, but your mind heard “meddle,” “break up,” and “happy couple,” and now it’s racing with thoughts of your acts of infidelity and of your illicit lover, leading you to nibble at your bottom lip worriedly as you try to push the intrusive thoughts from your mind.

As if the universe was actually looking out for you for once, your internal flurry of thoughts come to a sudden halt when your smiling waitress returns with your and Jeno’s food, setting the plates down in front of you both.

”Enjoy your meal!” she chirps. “Let me know if you need anything.”

”Thank you so much,” you say gratefully, Jeno echoing you before she smiles and walks off. “Jeno, this smells delicious.”

”Doesn’t it?” he mumbles absentmindedly as he picks up his burger and takes a big bite. His eyes roll back into his head as he chews, and you wet your lips subconsciously before realizing that you, too, have a plate full of food in front of you.

Eagerly taking a bite of your chimi, you accidentally let out a groan of pleasure at the flavors on your tongue, making you and Jeno freeze, the two of you locking eyes for an uncomfortable second before you both burst out laughing.

”Good, huh?” he teases, and you nod, still giggling.

”Literally amazing.” you confirm, and he grins proudly.

”I’m glad.” he replies happily, and a comfortable silence settles between you two as you both enjoy your food.

At one point, the side of your leg brushes against Jeno’s, and he jolts, scooting over slightly while mumbling an apology.

You’re in the middle of assuring him that it’s fine and he’s allowed to touch you when a not-very-nice thought comes to your mind.

Jeno’s about as skittish as a stray cat when it comes to affection. Are you gonna be okay with initiating every act of intimacy?

Girl, shut up! Who asked you? you think to yourself with an internal huff. So what if he’s shy?

Is he shy or is he actually just not very affectionate? Haechan’s always all over you, regardless of who’s watching.

What’s your point? you roll your eyes to yourself and hope that Jeno can’t tell that your internal dialogue is really… dialoguing.

My point is: wouldn’t you want more love than you sometimes know what to do with? Or would you rather run the risk of asking for affection every day, maybe even multiple times a day, and possibly not getting it?

…Damn, you think with a small frown. You’re good.

Girl, I’m literally just you. Now, pay attention to your date before he realizes you’re talking to yourself.

Copy that.

“Jeno, that was delicious,” you say happily, swallowing your last fry as you sip your glass of water.

“I knew you’d like it,” he responds proudly, but the relief is also clear on his face as he smiles over at you.

You and Jeno stay a while after you’ve finished your meals, the two of you just talking and laughing until the door to the bar opens and a large, loud group of already drunk and belligerent men enters the establishment.

You observe them with increasing wariness and growing distaste before Jeno gently nudges your knee under the table with his.

When your eyes lock on his, he looks pointedly at the group of newcomers before quietly mouthing, “Wanna get out of here?” When you nod emphatically, he chuckles and flags the waitress down to ask for the check.

When she returns with the check, Jeno places his card in the leather pocket along with the receipt and hands it back to her, not once giving you a chance to look at the total.

“It’s my treat,” he explains with a warm smile, and you can’t help but offer him a bashful smile of your own.

“Thank you, Jeno,” you say softly, feeling shy for some reason, and he grins back at you before waving his hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about it.” he assures you. The waitress returns with his card and a receipt to write the tip and sign, and he signs the receipt before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out three ten dollar bills, which, if you’re not mistaken based on the prices you recall from the menu, is a more than generous tip. “You ready?” he asks, standing and offering his hand to you to help you out of the booth.

“Ready, Mr. Big Tipper.” you agree, taking his hand and letting him guide you out of the booth.

“She doesn’t have an easy job,” Jeno explains as you two leave. “I just wanted to make it a little more worth it, y’know?”

“Yeah,” you hum in agreement. “You’re so thoughtful, Jeno.”

“Thanks,” he replies as a small blush spreads across his cheeks with his growing smile. “I try.”

“So, where do you want to go now?” you ask curiously.

“We can just walk around until something else catches our eye?” he suggests, and you nod with a smile, starting to fall into step with his walking rhythm.

As you two walk down the street, hands tentatively brushing against one another’s, you stop in your tracks and point down the block. “What’s that across the street?”

Jeno stops as well, leaning forward and squinting his eyes to see better. “Looks kind of like a park.”

“A park?” you emphasize as you turn to look at him with a growing smile. “Or a playground?”

His smile grows to match your own before he resumes walking, the two of you gradually increasing in speed as you approach the playground.

“I totally forgot there was a playground around here,” Jeno chuckles as you plop down in the tire swing, draping your legs over the tire and holding onto the ropes as you start to manually spin yourself.

Jeno moves closer to where you’re spinning, reaching out and grabbing one of the ropes holding you with ease and laughing as you yelp from the sudden jolt.

“Want me to spin you?” he offers, and you nod eagerly, giggling as he starts to twist your swing and pull it back before releasing it so you’re sent flying forward and also spinning around rapidly. A fit of giggles escapes you as you soar through the cool night air, and you can faintly hear Jeno laughing along with you at your delight.

“Come join me!” you offer, scooting over to make room, but he shakes his head with a small smile, resting a hand over his stomach.

“I’m kinda worried my food didn’t settle yet, and I’d rather not blow chunks everywhere and ruin our date.” he replies with a small chuckle, and you nod slowly in understanding, trying to mask your disappointment.

Haechan would have spun with you, a voice in the back of your mind sneers.

And who asked you, again? you think back bitterly before patting the spot next to you again.

“We won’t spin,” you suggest, “we can just swing a little bit.”

He pauses to think about it before relenting and nodding, smiling nervously as he climbs into the tire swing while you hold it steady for him.

Your legs draped over his lap, he lies perpendicular to you in the tire swing, the two of you leisurely starting to swing back and forth. His hand falls to your leg, resting just above your knee, and you silently relish the warmth radiating from his palm.

You study Jeno’s face as he gazes up at the night sky, admiring his bone structure and the shape of his lips before hurriedly looking away when he looks down to meet your gaze. You can feel his body shaking with amusement, his eyes trained on you as you busy yourself with looking up at the sky.

“The stars are so pretty tonight,” you mumble in an attempt to change the subject, and Jeno hums softly in agreement.

“They’re beautiful.” he agrees. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” you answer, sitting up slightly.

“When I get high by myself, I just go to the nearest park and sit in the grass and look up at the sky and think about how beautiful it all is, how small we all are in the grand scheme of things, and how wonderful it is that we get to be a part of something so majestic.” Jeno says softly, almost like he’s embarrassed, and you feel your heart soften slightly.

“Jeno, that’s so deep,” you murmur in awe.

“Like, I know you don’t smoke, but it’s moments like that when I’m high that really make me appreciate nature.”

“I totally get you, Jeno,” you assure him with a smile. “I mean, I’m still not gonna smoke, but that makes perfect sense.”

“Oh, don’t worry!” Jeno’s quick to reassure you. “I’m not trying to make you smoke. I would never want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want.”

“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” you coo at him sweetly, and he chuckles bashfully, his cheeks pinking.

His fingers tentatively crawl up your leg to where your hand rests on your thigh, and his fingers tentatively curl around yours, his body visibly slackening with relief when you give his fingers a gentle reassuring squeeze.

He beams at you before looking down at your hands as he starts to toy with your fingers. As he does, you close your eyes and tip your head back to rest on the rope as you think about your evening so far.

Without meaning to, you think you’ve started to friendzone Jeno, merely taking his affectionate gestures and words as harmless flirting and returning the energy with all the playfulness and virtually none of the actual intent.

He’s super kind, thoughtful, and sweet, you think to yourself, so you have no idea why you can feel yourself holding back.

You’re holding back, your mind chimes in, because he’s not Haechan.

Bullshit! What does Haechan have that Jeno doesn’t?

Spontaneity, your mind retorts. Excitement. Passion. Not to mention that look he gives you sometimes where it’s like he’s gently unraveling your layers and marveling at everything he reveals.

That’s enough out of you, you think bitterly to yourself.

Haechan offers a deeper connection—a chance at real intimacy. Jeno is the epitome of playing it safe. Don’t you want to take a real risk for once in your life?

Don’t you ever shut up? you think in a huff.

Girl, I’m literally you. There’s no off button to your thoughts.

You sit up with a sudden jerk that has Jeno jolting in surprise, his fingers stilling from their previous ministrations of messing with your hands.

“Sorry, I—” you stammer, trying to think of an excuse on the spot. “I got a cramp in my leg.”

“Oh, no, are you okay?” Jeno starts to fuss over you, moving to examine your legs. “Which one is it? Where’s the pain located? I can massage it out—”

“Oh, that’s okay!” you lie, starting to sit up entirely. “I think I can just walk it off, right?”

“Of course, yeah, let’s get you up and moving.” Jeno worries, climbing out of the tire swing and helping you to your feet. You stretch your limbs for good measure, shuddering in relief as your muscles tense and relax, and look up at Jeno expectantly when you’re ready.

“Lead the way,” you offer with a wave of your hand, and he grins, offering you the crook of his elbow. You take it and he starts to lead you both further down the street, your intrigue building as sounds of excitement in the distance register in your ears and get louder the closer you approach. Starting to observe your surroundings more carefully, you notice a bunch of lights and commotion further down the street.

Mindlessly looping your fingers with Jeno’s, you start to pull him towards the sounds of what you can now recognize as a street carnival.

“You wanna check it out?” Jeno asks, watching you with fond amusement as you tug him closer to the entryway arch.

“Can we?” you ask hopefully, turning to look back at him, and the way he looks at you in response—like he would give you anything you asked for and more—causes your cheeks to warm and you to turn back around shyly.

He catches up with you, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you in closer to him. “Anything you want.” He looks over at you with that same fond smile that has you running in circles internally while also feeling some sense of guilt that you don’t particularly want to acknowledge at the moment.

You two walk under the entryway arch and marvel at all the activities and booths and the smells of various carnival foods waft through the air.

You’re barely inside of the carnival for ten minutes before everything goes south.

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice says from behind you, and you stop in your tracks.

It can’t be.

You turn around slowly and, sure enough, there stands Haechan with a mischievous smile trained specifically on you and with him is Winter, who waves excitedly with her hand holding a cone of pink cotton candy.

“Hey, guys!” Jeno greets goodnaturedly, and you wish you could share his enthusiasm, but one look at Haechan’s bright eyes tells you that he’s up to something.

“How did you know we were here?” you ask, staring dead at Haechan suspiciously.

“We didn't?” Winter answers, confused as she turns to look at Haechan. “Haechan just scooped me up from my apartment and took us here on a whim.”

“Haechan,” you ask as calmly and casually as possible, “what are you doing here?”

“I just wanted to go to a carnival! I love the, uh… ambience.” Haechan answers with a resolute nod that convinces everyone else but you. “When Jeno said he was taking you on a date to a carnival, how was I supposed to know it was going to be this one?”

You could almost swear your eye is twitching. “So you knew we were going on a date and, what, it inspired you or something?”

Haechan meets your eye contact nonchalantly, so entirely unbothered that it, in turn, bothers you. “Yep. What’s the matter? We can’t go on dates in the same place?”

You’re about to fix your mouth to say “No,” but Winter claps her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down in place.

“We can do a double date!”

“Yeah, a double date! How about that, hm?” Haechan’s eyes never once leave yours, and you can feel your insides twisting with discomfort and frustration as you level his gaze.

“I don’t mind if you don’t,” Jeno murmurs to you, scanning your face for any visual cues as to what you want. His consideration for your feelings makes you smile in spite of the difficult situation you’ve found yourself in, and you find it remarkably easy to turn that smile into an easygoing one.

“Sure,” you say, not sparing Haechan a second glance as you take Jeno’s hand and lead him further into the throng of people. “Why not?”

“Mm, churros.” Haechan sighs longingly as the vendor takes the $5 from Jeno and passes you your paper cone of churros. “Those look so good.”

You stare him dead in the eyes and bite down on the end of one of them, chewing and swallowing before you say, “They are.”

You keep walking, making sure to stay by Jeno’s side as you eat four out of five of your churros. It’s not until you’re on the last piece that Haechan speaks up again.

“I bet they’re so warm and crunchy and sweet.” he says, eyes flickering between the churro piece and your lips. “You know how much I like sweet things.”

“So I’ve heard.” you brush off his double entendre and turn to Jeno. “Jeno, you want some?”

“Mm, maybe–”

“What about me?” Haechan complains loudly, appearing from behind you and putting his chin on your shoulder.

“What about you?” you retort, and Winter giggles.

“Can I have a piece, please?” he begs, and you crane your neck to look at him disapprovingly. “Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please—”

“Fine!” you snap, breaking off a piece and stuffing it in his mouth so suddenly that he starts to cough. In the mayhem that is Haechan’s impending choking fit, he bumps you as you’re about to hand Jeno the final piece and the treat falls from your fingers, landing pathetically on the pavement. “You’re kidding.”

“Whoops,” Haechan says, far too chirpy to truly hold any signs of remorse. “Guess Jeno didn’t get to try after all.”

You frown up at Jeno apologetically, but he’s already waving you off with a warm smile.

“Don’t worry about me; I’m still pretty full from the dive bar.”

Winter’s face lights up as she migrates over to walk by Jeno’s side. “You guys went to the dive bar near here, or the one closer to the train?”

“The one near here,” he answers, and Winter starts to bounce excitedly in place.

“I love their fries,” she gushes, and Jeno nods vigorously in agreement as they start walking together, soon walking well ahead of you and Haechan as they get more immersed in their conversation.

“Haechan.” you say in a low tone, and he turns to look at you far too innocently. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing? I just love my sweets.” he answers, eyes dropping to scan your frame quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid your scrutiny. When he realizes he’s been found out, he drops the facade and trains his gaze on your lips, licking his own subconsciously.

“Stop looking at me like that.” you mutter under your breath, knowing full well you don’t trust yourself around him anymore.

“You got a little sugar right here,” he whispers under his breath, gesturing to the corner of your mouth and leaning in to swipe it off with his thumb before you get the chance.

“Thanks.” you say suspiciously, and he shoots you a dazzling smile right before popping his thumb in his mouth, ignoring your strangled yelp of surprise, and sucking the sugar off, his eyes closing in bliss before he reopens them with a small yet deeply inappropriate groan and trains his dangerously sultry gaze on you. “That’s strike one, Haechan.”

“Ooh, I’m so scared.” he feigns fear, shaking his hands and rolling his eyes.

“What do you want?”

“You.” he answers as if it were obvious.

You make a loud buzzer sound, shaking your head as you try to calm the butterflies that erupted at his bold admission. “No.”

“Stop ignoring me.”

“No? You know good and well why I’m ignoring you.”

“Because you know the connection we have and it scares you.”

You make the loud buzzer noise again and scowl at him. “Wrong answer! Because you have a girlfriend and you keep stepping out on her like some kind of slut.”

“...So if I wasn’t dating Winter, you wouldn’t be ignoring me right now?” He has the nerve to sound hopeful, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“If you weren’t dating Winter, I wouldn’t know you.” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.

“We would have met eventually. I think we were meant to.” he says confidently, and you pinch the bridge of your nose and breathe in and out deeply.

“Go back to your girlfriend, Mr. Strike One.”

“Come one, come all, come try your hand at the Water Gun Race! First place gets to pick one of these adorable stuffed animals up top!” The stand attendant’s impressively loud voice carries over the din of the crowds, and you can’t help but look in his direction curiously.

Jeno follows your gaze and leans down to murmur in your ear, “I bet I can win you one of those plushies.” When you turn to look at him, he’s grinning and nodding encouragingly, his features bright with excitement.

“Yeah?” you muse thoughtfully, raising an eyebrow in a wordless challenge. You jerk your chin towards the penguin plushie sitting towards the top of the shelves. “I want that one.”

“You got it, babe.” Jeno puffs out his chest and strides over to one of the chairs, sitting down and holding onto the water gun attached to the table.

The fond smile on your lips from watching him drops at the sight from your peripheral vision of Haechan eyeing you both before he says something unintelligible to Winter and makes his way to the same table, sitting down at the other end of the chairs.

You turn to ask Winter what plushie she asked for only to find that she’s disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

“Haechan, where’d Winter go?” you ask suspiciously as you stand behind him and speak lowly enough for only him to hear.

“I gave her $3 to get herself a corn dog.” he replies dismissively, leaning back so his back is against your thighs. “I’m about to win you a plushie.”

You freeze and look down at him skeptically. “You wouldn’t dare do that.”

“Watch me.” The sheer determination in his voice is startling and, if you’re being honest with yourself, more than a little arousing, so you push yourself away from his back and make your way over to Jeno.

You lean against his back and place both hands on his shoulders, smiling when he tilts his head to the side to rest his cheek on the back of your hand.

The attendant starts the game, and all the participants start shooting water at their respective targets. You can’t help but look from between Jeno and Haechan, both of whom are sporting furrowed brows and straight faces of concentration that have your insides fluttering with excitement.

It feels like time slows as you realize that Jeno’s and Haechan’s moving markers are just about neck and neck and it fully processes in your mind that you do not want Haechan to win the stuffed animal and give it to you.

“Go, Jeno! You’re so close!” you cheer, and whatever powers that be seem to hear you, because his marker shoots ahead of Haechan’s, much to your relief, and hits the winning mark, making various people around you join in on your cheering.

He looks back at you with a bright, proud smile, and you beam back down at him. As he stands and reaches forward to point at the penguin plushie you want, your gaze slides over to Haechan, who’s watching you with a small smirk.

He raises his eyebrows as if to say, “Is that so?” You blink impassively at him before turning away to face Jeno, who’s handing you the penguin plushie with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Told you I could do it.” He runs his hand through his hair and you watch in a dazed fascination as his bicep flexes and tenses with the movement.

“I knew you could,” you hum sweetly, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist and you rest your cheek on his chest, and you would be enjoying the moment if you couldn’t feel Haechan’s eyes on you both.

“Come on—let’s go check out the haunted house,” Jeno suggests excitedly, tugging you along with him as you whine in protest. “Are you scared?”

“Yes, actually. Yes, I am.” you admit, and he nods slowly.

“I’ll protect you,” he says with a teasing smile, puffing out his chest for emphasis.

After a moment’s hesitation, you groan in defeat and his smile widens as he guides you towards the haunted house.

“I’m not gonna lie to you, guys; I am not excited to go to this haunted house.” you announce, and to your dismay, everyone just laughs.

“It’s gonna be fun!” Jeno does his best to soothe you, but his reassuring words fall on deaf ears as you pass under the grim, dark entryway of the haunted house. Winter sticks closely to your side, Haechan just ahead of you both, and Jeno walks alongside you, the back of his hand brushing against yours in a wordlessly comforting gesture.

The first couple of scares are mild, actually; a sudden mechanical cackle and flash of light, a skeleton popping out from behind a corner, and you’re momentarily convinced that you can actually handle it.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t be bad—holy shit!” Jeno flinches back at the sudden revving of a chainsaw to your left and when you turn, a figure covered in blood and sporting a hockey mask promptly charges at the four of you, making you scream in terror.

A hand loops around your wrist and you’re being tugged forward, your mind going on pure survival instinct as you run to keep up with the person pulling you. The revving sounds seem to echo all around you, effectively concealing the person’s exact location, and fear builds in your chest, your breathing coming in short, shallow spurts.

When the hand holding you finally stops pulling you, you can barely even see straight, tears of panic swimming in your eyes, blurring your vision as you clutch your chest, breathing in and out erratically.

It all happens faster than you can process; one second, you’re doing what feels like fighting for your life, and the next you’re wrapped in a tight, warm, comforting embrace. The act of kindness is enough to tip you over the edge, apparently, because you start to break down in the person’s arms, crying and sniffling pathetically as they rub your back in soothing motions and shush you gently.

The person continues to hold onto you even after you manage to calm down, gently rocking you from side to side and humming in a… very familiar voice.

It dawns on you, now that you’ve somewhat regained your composure, that you never once got a good look at your savior, and your heart feels like it’s about to drop to your ass as you piece together the few facts you’ve gathered.

You’re almost dreading looking up, having a painfully strong inkling as to who you’re going to see, but your suspicions are confirmed when your savior finally speaks.

“I’ve got you, baby. You’re okay.” he murmurs into your hair, and you slowly pull back, staring up at Haechan incredulously.

“You’re kidding.” You very much sound like you’ve been crying, your nose stuffy and voice trembling slightly, but the entirely displeased tone of your voice rings out clear as day.

“God, you’re even beautiful when you cry,” Haechan murmurs in awe as he takes in the sight of your teary-eyed expression, and the dam holding back all of your frustration from earlier and your pent-up emotions just bursts.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” you say flatly, voice no longer trembling with unshed tears but with steadily building anger.

He has the nerve to tilt his head to the side in confusion. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Wh–what’s wrong?” you ask in disbelief. “What’s wrong? You’re not supposed to be here!” You’re so frustrated that the words are having a hard time coming out, but he clearly hears them all the same as a slightly guilty expression creeps onto his face. “It’s supposed to be you and Winter and me and Jeno!”

“Well, we got split up—” Haechan starts, but you cut him off, not wanting to hear any excuses.

“We got split up because you grabbed my hand instead of your girlfriend’s.” you say slowly and clearly so he can hear where he went wrong.

“It was a reflex!” He defends himself, and you groan loudly, clapping a hand over your face in exasperation. “You’re gonna stand there and get mad at me because I reflexively thought to save your life?”

“Haechan, it is not about the fucking chainsaw man or whatever that was.” you huff through gritted teeth. “It is about the fact that I’m trying to be a good person and end whatever you and I had going on, and you won’t let me.”

“I’m not doing anything!” he counters, conveniently avoiding your gaze as the blatant lie hits your ears.

“You crashed my date. That was the first red flag.”

“Anyone could have been at this carnival—”

“Haechan, do not piss me off.”

To your surprise, he actually falls silent, and it’s your first clear giveaway that he knows he’s in the wrong.

“You ate my churro,” you remind him, “then you made me drop the last piece so Jeno couldn’t have any.” You stare him down, daring him to defend himself, and he at least has the decency to look mildly ashamed. “You almost sabotaged Jeno from winning me this plushie. Now, we get into a haunted house and at the very first opportunity, you whisk me away from Jeno—not to mention you straight up abandoned your girlfriend.”

“Okay, I get it,” Haechan mumbles contritely, and you shake your head.

“I actually don’t think you do. Haechan, wh–why can’t you let me even try to be happy without you?” you ask, beside yourself with frustration, and it seems like whatever emotions Haechan has been holding inside finally reach a boiling point as he meets your gaze with a blazing intensity in his eyes.

“Because—because all I see—all I fucking see when I close my eyes is you!” He whisper-yells exasperatedly. His words take you by surprise, and the incendiary words linger in the thick silence between you two. He looks tortured, actually, the longer you look at him, and you start to wonder what else he’s been holding inside.

“Haechan, you can’t have both of us.” you say softly, and he laughs humorlessly.

“I thought you weren’t going to make me choose?”

“Haechan… if you really thought you could keep this up forever, you really are bonkers. Not to mention, I think we’re officially at the point where you’ve got me royally fucked up.”

His eyes snap up to look at you in surprise, a glimmer of hope plainly displayed on his face. “So… you have feelings for me?”

“I don’t know what I have.” you grouch, throwing your hands up in frustration. “I just know that whenever I see Winter hanging on your arm, I want to throw up and hurl a chair across the room.” Haechan is silent, and you almost don’t want to look at him, don’t want to see what he’s feeling, but you look anyway against your better judgment to see him standing before you almost devastatingly hopeful. Clearing your throat, you continue on, “I also know… that for some fucking reason, I can’t stop thinking about you… no matter how hard I try to distract myself.”

Haechan’s silent for several beats, most likely letting your words sink in, and then he takes a tentative step towards you. “Baby…”

You hold up a hand to stop him immediately, not prepared for him to come any closer. “Don’t call me that,” you mutter. “I can’t even look at you right now without thinking of that poor girl.”

You can see him nod slowly out of the corner of your eye, and he looks up pensively, seemingly choosing his next words carefully. “So what do you want to do?” he finally asks, and you’d be a fool to miss the absolutely raw vulnerability in his voice. He might as well have reached into his chest cavity and offered you his beating heart, and it becomes rapidly apparent to you that you must mean more to him than you previously thought.

“I want… to find a way out of here,” you sigh, feeling drained from the myriad of emotions you just ran through. “And I want you to make up your mind once and for all.”

He nods again, slowly, then once more with a surprisingly steely resolve that has you wanting to pick his brain to find out just what his decision is.

Before you can even consider asking, however, there’s a commotion coming from the hallway to your right, and when you see Jeno accompanying a shaken Winter, you don’t even know whether you feel relieved or disappointed.

“Holy crap, you guys,” Winter says, her face paler than usual. “Let’s never go into a haunted house again.”

“I’ll do you one better,” you chime in. “Let’s get the hell out of here before something worse happens.” You don’t wait for anyone to agree, simply turning around and heading towards what you hope is the exit.

“That was definitely in the top five scariest experiences of my life.” Winter says with a frown as you exit the haunted house, greeted once more by the sounds of joy and laughter and the sight of carnival lights flashing everywhere.

“It was top three for me—and it wasn’t two or three.” you huff tiredly, and Jeno laughs fondly, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

“It’s over now, thankfully.” he says soothingly, and you smile up at him, trying with all your might to avoid meeting Haechan’s gaze.

“Sorry to be a buzzkill, actually, but I think I want to go home after that,” you announce carefully, and Winter nods vigorously in agreement, looping her arm with Haechan’s and looking up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“Take me home?” she asks Haechan in a sweet, almost baby-like voice, and it takes everything you have not to gag and maybe even heckle her.

“Sure thing,” he replies, barely sparing her a glance. You wince internally at the way he brushes her off, but she seems not to notice, smiling brightly and redirecting her attention to you and Jeno.

“Good night, you guys!” she chirps, and you give her a half-hearted wave back, masquerading your reluctance as exhaustion.

“Night.” you answer, watching their retreating backs with both relief and a growing sense of unease.

“Let’s get you home, yeah?” Jeno murmurs to you, and you answer him wordlessly with a genuine smile, subconsciously clutching the penguin plushie he won for you.

The train ride back to your place is quick and quiet, with you tilting your head to rest your cheek on Jeno’s shoulder as he plays with your linked fingers. Before long, you’re standing in front of your apartment door with a suddenly shy Jeno, and you can’t help but find his newfound nervousness endearing.

“I had a great time tonight.” Jeno admits, albeit a bit shyly, and you smile widely, nodding in agreement.

“Me too. We should do it again some time.” you suggest, and his expression perks up instantly, relief and hope written plainly across his features.

“Definitely. Have a good night, yeah?” He leans closer and you close your eyes in anticipation only to be surprised with a soft kiss to the forehead. The gesture is small, but sweet, and your cheeks start to blaze something fierce as a smile tugs at your lips.

“You too.” you reply, leaning up to press your lips to his cheek softly. He beams at you and squeezes your hand comfortingly. “Good night, Jeno. Text me when you get home?”

“You got it.” he agrees before slowly extracting his fingers from yours and turning to head to the elevator down the hall. You wait to enter your apartment, watching as the elevator comes and he enters it, the door sliding shut and leaving you alone in the hallway.

Closing your door behind you, you sigh deeply, heading to your bathroom to get ready for bed.

You think back about your time with Jeno tonight and how, despite Haechan’s constant interfering, you still had a wonderful time on your date.

As you climb into bed about thirty minutes later, a text comes in on your phone.

jeno [22:49] made it home safe :) have a good night

you [22:50] yay!! you too :)

You put your phone on your nightstand and roll over to go to sleep, wondering all the while why things can’t just be easy.

As if the universe was eavesdropping, a text notification pings on your phone, and you roll back over to face it, unlocking it and squinting at the bright screen.

haechan [22:53] i’m gonna fix this

you [22:55] fix what???? haechan what are you talking about?

haechan [22:56] us. i’m gonna fix it

you [22:57] …what are you gonna do

haechan [22:59] nothing right now

you [23:01] ????? that doesn't answer my question??

haechan [23:03] good night beautiful don’t worry about it

you [23:03] and yet here i am. beyond worried

you [23:10] helloooooo??

you [23:15] jfc good night i guess

You toss your phone back on the nightstand before flipping over in a huff and trying to calm your racing thoughts enough to fall asleep.

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cartierre · 1 year

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BRUTAL OUT HERE | op81

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU oscar piastri x fem!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

side note: the way i used to dislike oscar and now i'm so immensely proud of what he's achieved is crazy. what a character arc of me.

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user1 JUST LISTENED TO IT AND I AM NOT OKAY

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oscarpiastri 💜🖤 ⤷ user5 OSCAR?

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user6 you deserve this so much!! your music makes me feel so many emotions, it's incredible

user7 can't believe how far you've come! been listening to your solos for so long and now you have a whole album aaahh ⤷ user8 remember when she used to upload covers on youtube?

oscarpiastri insanely proud! comment liked by yourusername

user9 oscar is being a bit suspicious these days i don't trust him ⤷ user10 lando is also liking sooo something is brewing in the paddock for sure

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user11 is it true that you and oscar are childhood friends ⤷ user12 what if they're dating ⤷ user13 what if sour is actually about him?

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 3 months

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BNHA Boys: 1st Time Noncon

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

Boys -> Hawks + Dabi + Bakugo

Warnings at each part (but the title is quite explicit, right?) + NSFW Link (be careful + on twitter (you need a account to see)

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback + Gimme ideas

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Hawks

-> Manipulation

Keigo is a cunning guy, always looking out for a way to get things done his way. He’s used to tricking people, using his tactics to reach his desired goals. But honestly? You have to be the biggest chump he’s ever met in his life.

Did you actually believe when he deeply sighed and pretended to relent to your begging, just before meekly offering you to walk away from him?

Did your ingenuous self really trust him when Keigo swore on his hero honor - what honor really? - that he’d let you go home, safe and sound?

But the reality is that you fell for it, like a bee attracted to honey. It’s moments like those that Keigo acknowledges how naive and kind-hearted you are. Too cute and good for this twisted, cruel world.

So that’s why a minor part of him is almost satisfied at the reluctance and doubt that shades your pretty face when he tells you the inflated price for your freedom.

You clearly don’t want to sleep with him. Your attempts to bargain are immediately turned down and it takes less than five minutes for you to crumble down.

Keigo almost feels bad at your distressed teary face. But hey, a win is a win.

You try to relax when he starts kissing and touching you. To be calm when he slowly starts making love to you.

But it feels so dead wrong and the overwhelming realization that Hawks was lying about letting you go finally hits you like a brick and you try to push him away, pointlessly make him get off from you.

But no point in that cause Keigo isn’t gonna let you go anywhere.

“Deal’s off, babe. I mean, I was willing to let you go and all, but since you ruined the whole mood…there was no need to fight me, ya know? I wasn’t forcing you into anything, was I? But since you broke your promise, I suppose I’m gonna have to keep you here with me.”

(VISUAL)

Dabi

-> Noncon

Dabi isn’t one to shy away from what he wants.

He takes what he wants, when he wants and how he wants and you don’t get any say in it.

So, if for a moment you actually believed you could argue or convince the black-haired villain to leave you alone, then you’re not up for a great start with him.

Dabi doesn’t care when you start crying, spirit battered over the small burns he gives you for trying to fight back. He doesn’t care for your wails of pain when he fucks you in the way he wants to.

Dabi is sadistic like that, he actually enjoys the terror that floods your entire face when he explains in extensive detail all the scary lustful needs he wants to fulfill by using you.

He’s definitely one to use tight ropes to bend you in uncomfortable positions when fucking you - just because they allow him better access and less struggle from you.

Doesn’t give a crap about your wellbeing or if you get to cum, those are unnecessary thoughts for him.

As long as Dabi gets to end his night with a few orgasms, he’s good.

“Oh sweetheart, there’s no point in begging. That’s not gonna change my mind. And can you even blame me? Just look at you, such a pretty body you have. You’re just too tempting to let go and trust me, I’m not planning to.”

(VISUAL)

Bakugo

-> Forced Oral - (male receiving)

Bakugo has mild-anger issues and everyone knows that so, if anything, it was entirely your fault for provoking the anger out of him.

You saw an opportunity to try an escape and you took it, even though it was meant to fail miserably.

Bakugo ends up wrestling you back inside the house, tightly clutching your hair as he angrily shouts at how much of an ungrateful brat you are.

He’s so damn pissed that you almost got away that he can’t control himself. All the adrenaline and anger mixing up in his blood and all he wants is to teach you a proper lesson. Scare you into submission. Make sure that you’ll never act up again.

His hands are cruel as he roughs you up a bit, ignoring your scared shrieks.

But the real punishment is the way he fucks your mouth.

His pace is so insanely fast, demanding and brutal, and he carries on without caring for the numerous times you gag and choke around his length, unable to pull away because of the vice grip he has on your scalp.

The way he facefucks you is humiliating and brutal, and the cherry on top of the cake is when Bakugo shoots his sticky cum all over your face before leaving you bruised up and with a hurting throat.

Afterwards, Bakugo might feel a bit bad because that’s definitely not how he planned your first time doing something intimate together, but on the bright side - you get much more obedient and calm towards him.

“The hell you giving me that pathetic look for, huh. You fuckin’ deserved that and you know that. Had you not acted all lunatic and none of this would’ve happened.”

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mochinomnoms · 7 months

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The Private (not) Thoughts of a Moray Chapter 5: I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you

Gender Neutral Reader x Jade Leech

Chapter 5 preview:

The fall was much shorter than you anticipated, as you felt yourself fall against a soft body. You opened your eyes, but found that the room was dark. Or a tunnel? Hole? Whatever it was, it was a tight fit as you shifted around to get back on your feet. You dug your elbows against the soft floor to get up, which subsequently moved and grunted. “Ow. That was my rib.” Jade's voice grunted against your ear, his hold around loosening as he also moved to stand. “Jade? What—oh my god!” You tried to scramble off of Jade, harder said than done in the space you two had found yourselves. Shifting around, you were sure that you’d just made the situation worse, as Jade lit a light with his wand. How in the world you managed to find yourself straddling Jade’s waist in the dark was a mystery. Though, with the flush look on his face, you weren’t sure he minded. Oh…by the Abyss itself… you’re such a pretty sight.

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Chapter 5: I wanna go on walks with you, I wanna have long talks with you)

It had been roughly two months since the year started and you’d been housewarden. You’d like to say that it had been smooth sailing, and it mostly was. Mostly.

Epel had taken you to the Mostro Lounge of all places to get you to relax after a fight broke out between a few of the Ramshackle students over how they should decorate it for Halloween. A Diasomnia student that had managed to sneak into your roster a month ago had wanted to turn the dorm into Malleus’s usual haunted house, but Wynfred and the others wanted to do something new.

Then it turned into another argument over what that new idea would be, which caused a fight to break out between the different students. If it hadn’t been for Wynfred bluntly calling them all whiny and suggesting that they just drew written suggestions from a hat. While most of them bristled at the remark, they’d agreed to follow his lead. After Albert had so kindly offered his hat, the winning idea was a screampark with clowns.

You’d thanked Wynfred for managing to wrangle them in, as you’d been out at a housewarden meeting at the time and did NOT feel like returning to a warring dorm. The redhead has flushed and beamed at your praise, something he’d been doing for a while you’d notice. At first, you thought it was just him being happy at being recognized for his efforts.

“You know, Wynfred talks a lot ‘bout you, calls you all sorts of sweet names.” Epel had a gleeful smirk as he teased you. “Sounding like someone’s got a little secret admirer!”

Now you know why Wynfred had been so keen to seek your praise.

“Shut up Epel, you know I still have Vil on speed-dial, and I’ll tell him about you cussing out Yev, again.”

Epel wrinkled his nose and stuck his nose out at you, which you returned in kind.

“Mmmeeh! Don’t worry about it, Yev has snitched on me plenty of times. Vil tells him to get it together and wrangle me in.”

The small man sipped on his smoothie before continuing, “Vil knew how to fight at least, I respect that. Yev’s a big ol’ wuss. He’s like a peacock. Or a chihuahua.”

Both of you giggled, you particularly at the image in Epel’s head of Yev’s head on a brown shaking chihuahua. Your fit of laughter was interrupted by a familiar presence and the thoughts of a familiar twin.

Hehe, little shrimpy~

“Hi Floyd, what’s up?”

You craned your head to look up at Floyd, who was peering over the booth with a grin, his gold eye glinting at you.

“Boo!” Floyd pouted, resting his chin on the top of the booth and draping his arms over to essentially trap you between them.

“Was tryin’ to scare Shrimpy, not fair!”

You giggled at the whiny tone, though Epel looked a bit off put by Floyd, which wasn’t surprising.

It’s like Shrimpy can tell when I’m nearby, totally not fair!

“Did you need something, Floyd?” Epel was still polite even after Vil left, so you suppose some of the habits instilled in him now came second nature.

“Nah, just wanted to bother ya. Hey Shrimpy, Tony said you guys are doing scary clowns for Halloween? Never seen that, are clowns really that scary to humans?”

“Oh yeah,” You responded while Epel nodded along. “I don’t know about here, but back home it was a whole deal, we had like a whole scary movie franchise based on a scary clown that stole and ate children.”

Epel added, “Yeah, and we had a whole thing like two years ago where people were sighting killer clowns on the street! Like, just randomly in the middle of the night!”

“You guys had that too? Oh, that’s weird.”

Floyd made a disturbed face at your comments. Humans are weird. He hummed, moving to further shove his body over your booth. You wouldn’t be surprised though if his feet were still on the ground.

“Killer clowns? Just beat them up, I don’t know, humans get scared of the weirdest things.”

The twin perked up as he held up a finger to shush you as you opened your mouth to rebuke.

“Wait a sec, I got something for ya!” Floyd brought his hand up to his mouth and shrilly whistled a small tune. “Hey Aspen!”

Watching with mild curiosity, you watched as the pink-haired man froze at Floyd calling for him. Staring at Floyd with wide eyes, he briefly darted his gaze to you, and back to Floyd.

“Bring the calamari over for lil’ Shrimpy!”

Aspen made a face, scrunching up his nose as he did what he was told as he internally complained.

I can’t believe you’re making me touch this stuff, I just—I can’t with you! How can you have Jade’s sweet face, and yet be such an ass, Floyd.

Placing the plate before you, Aspen gave you and Epel a polite nod. “Here you are, please enjoy.”

“Yeah, Aspen’s reeeal fond of squid, ain’t ya?” Floyd giggled as Aspen took a deep breath, glowering at him as he turned his cheek and trotted off.

Stupid, it’s no wonder you can’t court your mate, you brute.

“I believe my shift has ended. I’ll be setting off, I’ll see you at Ramshackle, Housewarden.”

You watched from the corner of your eye as Floyd grinned wryly at Aspen’s retreating form, looking back at you and Epel to pout and mockingly sniffle.

“He’s always been so mean to poor ol’ Floydie!” He giggled again, tilting his head as you rolled your eyes. “He ignores me all the time, even when I’m trying to have fun with him! It was just a joke!”

You gave a light-hearted scoff, as did Epel who froze at Floyd squinting a golden eye at him.

“Right, a joke. Like when you ‘accidentally’ served Azul your takoyaki. Didn’t he smack you hard enough to bruise you?”

Floyd blew a raspberry, cocking his hip as he leaned further against your booth. At the angle you had to crane your head to look at him, he almost looked like his brother.

“Yeah, he was so mean for that! It’s fine, though, he kept serving me unagi for like a week after that to get back at me.”

His eyes dulling a bit, you could tell Floyd was getting bored now that his ‘fun’ had left. Though, he seemed to perk up as you popped a calamari ring into your mouth, studying your reaction as you chewed. It got a bit awkward as you made eye contact with Epel, who shrugged.

I wonder if he’s waiting for the Prefect to say something about the food. Maybe he made it and wants praise?

You swallowed and cheerily told Floyd, “Hey, this is really good! Tastes great, did you cook it, Floyd?”

Floyd held his chin in his hands, grinning again as he watched you take another ring.

Waiting until you were mid-chew, he purred out in a teasing tone, “Oh, no I didn’t make that. Jade made it. For you.”

So sappy, an’ such a basic courting gift too!

You choked on the calamari, coughing and frantically hitting your chest. Epel yelped as he nearly jumped over the table to shove your glass of water in your face, which you accepted.

“Oh? You good Shrimpy?” Floyd, unbothered as ever, grinned as he watched you chug your water. “Something got you all flustered?”

“Floyd! Don’t make jokes, they’re chokin’!” Epel scolded Floyd as you finally took a heaving breath, waving your hands to cool off your burning cheeks.

“It’s fine, just went down the wrong throat. Um,” You shakily smiled at Floyd as you replied, “Thanks for letting me know, I’ll be sure to thank him later.”

As if, I don’t need him getting the wrong idea.

“Oh good, Jade wanted to talk to ya ‘bout something anyway. Can’t remember about what.” Floyd gave you a lazy smirk. “He was gonna visit ya at your dorm, but what if I pop you in his room as a surprise? It’ll be reeeal funny!”

“Nope!” You popped your lips, blanching at the thought of Jade finding you alone in his bedroom.

“Kayyy!” Floyd shrugged, sliding his upper body against the top of the booth as he sauntered away. “I’m sure Jade will be back soon anyway. I’ll have someone come top off your waters while you wait.”

An exhausted sigh left your mouth as you rested your head against the cool table while Epel did the same, in solidarity you think.

“Ya good? I’ve heard that Jade has been hovering around you lately. You don’t like, owe him anything, do you?”

You slid your head up to meet Epel’s gaze, who was currently giving you a curious look.

Ace mentioned he’s been around you a lot lately.

“Ah, no he’s just been, ummm—” you hummed as you considered how to word your circumstances without telling him about your telepathy.

Maybe I should tell him anyway…

“If it helps, I don’t think it’s anything bad!” Epel tried to reassure you with a small smile. “You two walk together after your potions class, right?”

You blinked in surprise, raising a brow. “Yeah? How’d you know?”

“Oh, he’s in the remedial second-year flight class with some other mermen. And I see you two walking when I’m coming from astronomy, it’s on the way.”

Every day too, without fail.

Epel waited for you to take a sip of water before giving you a wry grin. “It’s cute, you guys look like a couple.”

Choking on your water, you coughed as Epel giggled at your flustered reaction. Unfazed by your glare, Epel happily continued.

“Ha! I thought Ace was joking, but you really do get all embarrassed talking about Jade. What? You got a crush on him?”

“NO!” You shouted, nearly flying out of your seat. The dining room got quiet as you did, several eyes staring at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Floyd smirking at you. Like he knew what you were talking about.

Oh, geez. Epel was leaning back against his seat, eyeing you up and down. Dramatic much?

“I mean, uh, no.” You hastily mumbled as you settled back in your booth, wishing you could just sink into the cushions.

“Sure, yeah.” Epel scoffed, and relaxed, smirking at you again. “You know, he’s real happy during flight class, even though he can barely make it off the ground. Might have something to do with a certain someone, you think?”

You laughed and dryly responded, “I wouldn’t know.” Liar. “Besides, it’s not like I ask for him to hover over me all the time. It gets annoying sometimes”

Epel now looked at you puzzled. “Ace didn’t mention anythin’ like that. He’s not like…stalking you or anything, right?”

I’ll beat him up if he is. He might got a foot over me, but I can take him!

The sentiment was sweet, but the thought of Epel confronting Jade made you uneasy. With how intense his feelings were for you, you couldn’t imagine Jade willingly backing down just from a few harsh words or threats from Epel of all people.

“It’s nothing to worry about. Promise!” You straightened and frantically waved your hands at the doubtful look he gave you. “Jade’s been nothing but helpful! He’s probably just being nice.”

“Jade, being nice? Sure, yeah right.” He snorted, amused again. “He’s as nice as a bull seein’ red. He’s like his brother, nothing but a big and mean bully.”

You clicked your tongue, now annoyed. “That’s not fair, Jade can be nice! Like I said, he’s been nothing but helpful to me since the year started.” You weren’t sure why you were so defensive. Jade had been as much of a nuisance as he was helpful since the year started.

Though, if I couldn’t read his mind, he probably wouldn’t actually be such a nuisance to me. I guess he hasn’t actually done anything to make him annoying.

“Hmm, awfully defensive, Prefect.” Leaning in, like he was sharing a secret, Epel slyly whispered, “You sure he’s actually annoying, or are you just pretending? Cause you’ve been getting redder since we’ve started talking ‘bout him.”

You smacked your hands against your heated cheeks, scowling at the cackling Epel.

“I’ve not! Liar!”

“Ha! Look at you!” Epel teased, stealing a piece of calamari as he continued making fun of you. “Why you all red, then?”

“Oh, shut up!” You pouted, sticking your tongue out at your friend before sighing. “Look, there’s more to it, I’ll tell you about it later, just stop making fun of me!”

Epel nodded in understanding, popping one of the calamari rings in his mouth.

“I’ll hold ya to it! Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about one of the guys in my class almost eating a poisonous plant in botany!”

You spent the next half hour listening to Epel recount the stories about the guys in his botany class. You liked being around Epel, even though he wasn’t aware of your telepathy. The way he spoke out loud and in his head were different, since he still spoke to himself internally with his normal accent.

“And then, he cut the bloom off, which made the entire glasshouse fill up with this pink gas!”

It smelt so awful, I'd rather have my face shoved in a cow's hind end!

“It smelled reeaaally bad!” Epel barked a laugh as you two got up from your seats, your waiter had finally given you your receipts. “It was a whole deal, Professor Kallpa was sooo mad!”

“Oh, really?” You laughed alongside Epel as you two walked out of the dining room. “I’ve never seen him mad, it must’ve been really bad!”

As you two turned the corner of the hall leading to the door of the Mostro Lounge, Jade was just exiting his bubble, too preoccupied by the small notebook in his hand to take notice of you.

“Oh shit—Epel hide me!” You spun back around and plastered your back against the wall, freezing like a deer in headlights. Epel yelped as you snatched the back of his collar. He followed suit, crouching against the wall under your arms as he looked up at you with an amused look.

“Seriously, what—” you smacked a hand over his mouth, listening for movement or thoughts.

Hmm? Interesting, is there a little guppy hiding from me? I hope they’re aware I can smell them.

You tried to make out Jade’s footsteps as you could hear his thoughts come closer and closer. You looked at Epel mouthed out, ‘He’s coming.’ Epel blinked rapidly in confusion, shrugging as he waved his hands in front of him.

‘What do you want me to do?’ He mouthed back, standing and holding his hands up still in confusion.

Though am I mistaken, that familiar scent of lavender…is that you, my love?

You stopped breathing, shoulders hunched up as your brain rapidly ran through various escape plans before finally settling on one.

“Sorry, Epel,” you whispered, giving him a nervous smile. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Just as Jade was turning the corner, you shoved Epel into the tall man, the force causing the two to barrel into the ground with a loud ‘thump’ and groans.

While they, and most importantly Jade, were down, you swiftly and sneakily sped past them.

Ow! You ASS!

You turned as you opened the lounge entrance, pushing your back against the forming bubble as Epel looked up at you from the ground, glaring at you as if he could form a hole into your skull.

Ugh, is that Epel? Gah, I hit my head against the wall…

Jade looked up from his place on the ground, following Epel’s gaze as the bubble lifted you from view. He looked surprised, if a bit sad to see you go, opening his mouth to call out to you.

“Pearl?”

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty as you let the bubble take you to the mirror. It was just a few minutes to get to it, but that was enough to let you stew in your own thoughts for once.

Aw, he looked kinda sad. Maybe I should’ve just sucked it up and let him say hello.

You leaned against the cool wall of the bubble, watching as a small school of fish swam by. If you’re being honest with yourself, if it wasn’t for the fact you knew about how Jade felt for you, you probably wouldn’t have such a hard time interacting with him. You’d be blissfully unaware, making your way through life without a concern in the world.

Probably. Maybe. What if he tried confessing then? Would I still be avoiding him if I didn’t know what he thought of me? Ugh, but they’re such weird thoughts! Is it too much to ask for him to be normal?

From the distance you could see another bubble form from the Mostro Lounge, no doubt Epel following. As you turned to press through the mirror into the Hall of Mirrors. You sighed again.

What am I talking about, no one at this school is normal.

Stepping aside to wait for Epel, you took your phone out to check your texts. You blanched at the sight of several missed Magicam messages, mostly from Wynfred and Silas.

winniethewitch: Hi Prefect! Just a suggestion, can we invest in pest control? I think it would be really beneficial for us all :) sysalson: ignore my brother, there are no issues with bugs. The bugs are fine, the bugs are my friends :D winniethewitch: Hi again, Prefect! Please ignore Silas. The bugs are very much NOT fine. The bugs are not our friends. The bugs must go. winniethewitch: Hi Prefect, this is Wynfred, your unofficial Vice Housewarden. Please ignore my previous messages. Silas is right, the bugs are our friends and I made a haS42q vhq0[p;’M winniethewitch: That was not me. Please as the Headmage for pest conlk10vg n 319jioqajn13pn

You read through a few more messages, each harder to decipher than the last, as Wynfred and Silas evidently fought over the phone. You noticed that the last messages were actually readable.

winniethewitch: Prefect! I have taken care of the problem, there is no need for pest control now. Evidently, please ignore the smell when returning. It turns out that Aspen can make quite the strong pest repellent, it just happens to smell very strongly of garlic.

“Oh god, are you kidding me?” You chuckled to yourself, the sound of the Octavinelle mirror shimmering catching your attention. Turning to greet Epel, you noticed a smug look on his face instead of the annoyed one you expected.

“Heyyy, you know I didn’t mean to shove you so hard, right?”

“Mm-hm.” Epel hummed, walking past you and out the building. You followed, if a bit confused.

“I just panicked, and wanted to get out of there.”

Epel replied, “Away from Jade, right?”

“Right! You heard me earlier, it’s been a little weird being around him a bunch, so I just wanted to—”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I made sure to tell him that you weren’t trying to be rude or anything.”

You stopped rambling, now silent as Epel continued to offhandedly comment.

“Yeah! He seemed real worried that you were in such a rush to get away from him. So I let him know that you were just being shy, that you’d been getting all red and flustered when talking about him earlier—”

“WHAT!” You screeched, running ahead of him to stop Epel in his tracks, by now Ramshackle was in view and there were a few students on the porch staring after you yelled.

“Yeah, he didn’t say anythin’, but I could tell he was reeeal happy to hear that. I mean, he nearly, tripped over himself trying to follow you out, but Azul came over for him.”

Scoffing, you tapped your food as you angrily placed your hands on your hips. Epel looked at you, still smug.

That’s what you get for leaving me behind. Trying to sacrifice me, hmph!

“By the way, he asked me to remind you that your potionology group is still meeting at 3 later today. He said Yev was throwing a fit over you not texting him back, and he wanted to get work done.”

“Oh shit, I forgot!” You groaned, rubbing the palms of your hands against your eyes. “Ugh, I gotta get dressed in my lab uniform.”

Epel laughed, nudging you with his shoulder to push you towards Ramshackle. He cooed in mock sympathy, “Oh, too bad, so sad, better hurry up then.”

You ran, Epel laughing as you made a panicked screech, to Ramshackle. You zoomed past the group of freshmen on the porches they greeted you, stumbling into the foyer. You notice Grim in the living room, standing on the table as he told some sort of story about fighting an overblot monster in the mines. No doubt overinflating his part in the story.

“And then it raised its pickaxe to my hench-human while the other two ran for their hides! But, as the brave and mighty Grim, I used my most powerful spell—”

“GRIM!” You slid on the hardwood floors, huffing and pointing at the gray familiar. “Was laundry done yet!? I need my lab pants!”

“Nyah! Uh.” Grim jumped as his ears pinned down, and he sheepishly mumbled, “Nooo, I forgot. But I was telling these guys about the mines and—”

“GAAAAH!”

You ran up the steps and flew into your room, slamming the door behind you as you shuffled through your clean clothes to find your oversized lab coat, goggles, and pants. You managed to find the first two, but the third was indeed still in your dirty clothes hamper.

Damn it! Ugh, where are my tights?

Crewel had often chastised you when you wore your skirts to lab classes, as it didn’t follow lab safety protocols. Vil had helped you make outfits with opaque black tights to help cover your skin for lab, though you’d stopped after the last class when you spilled a potion over your legs, causing your favorite tights to bleach an ugly white, splotchy pattern.

You learned the hard way why none of your other classmates wore their skirts to lab either. Now you had a dedicated pair of pants for all labs, also bleached but comfortable. Unfortunately, they were still buried under a pile of dirty clothes.

Groaning, you slipped off your shoes and socks as you pulled out a pair of black tights, slipping them on, along with your lab coat and goggles around your neck. You had to fold your sleeves up to prevent them from engulfing your hands, easier said than done as you tried to smoothly slip on your shoes again.

Stumbling back out of your bedroom, and tripping a bit over the stairs, you managed to make it to the main hallway before being interrupted mid-walk.

“Prefect!” Perfect, they’ve still here! You looked up at Aspen, who looked strangely happy to see you. Behind him was Wynfred, who was blushing and staring down at his feet.

“Prefect,” Aspen chirped, gesturing to Wynfred with a flourishing wave. “Wynfred has something very important to tell you—”

“Sorry! Can’t talk! Ask Grim if you have any dorm related questions!”

“But, wait!” You ignored Aspen’s calls and him cursing you out in his head, while Wynfred also called out.

“Prefect, I—”

“Can’t talk! Bye, bye, bye, bye!”

You ignored their shouts as you leaped over the Ramshackle steps and ran as fast as you could to the castle. Maybe Vargas had a point trying to recruit you to the track team, as you managed to make it to the hallway that Yev’s lab was in just five minutes shy of three o’clock. You nearly rammed into Riddle’s back as you slid across the floor.

“Oh my!” Riddle stumbled forward, his goggles falling lopsided over his head, turning as he heard the trample of your steps. He stumbled backwards as you keened over, hands on your knees as you heaved for air.

“Prefect! Mind where you’re going! You nearly trampled me over!”

“Sorry! I just didn’t want to be late.” You took a final deep breath as you smiled up to Riddle. “Just 5 minutes to spare!”

Riddle chuckled as he lent a helping hand to get you back up, pulling you along to the classroom Yev had instructed your group to meet at.

“Very good Prefect, let’s not hurt ourselves, though. I already checked in, it’s just Jade. No sign of Yev quite yet.”

“Wasn’t he the one who insisted that we meet at this specific time? I’d thought he’d been here already.”

Riddle chuckled as you two made your way into the classroom. As Riddle had said, Jade was sitting at the end of the classroom in a desk closest to the wall. He’d been studying the stones that made up the wall rather intently before notice you and Riddle enter.

“Why hello Riddle. And Prefect, we’d bumped into each other earlier and didn’t even manage to say hello.”

Gave Jade a polite wave and a sheepish smile as Riddle greeted him.

“Still no sign of Yev, Jade?”

“Oh, no. How strange, especially since he insisted on us meeting at this time.”

Jade’s eyes briefly locked on your form, eyes drawing up and down.

There you are! My darling! My pearl, you’re wearing a skirt again! I can’t believe I didn’t notice earlier! And you’re acting all shy! Your little friend was right! Cute, cute, cute!!

“Hey, Riddle, what if I jumped off a bridge? For fun?”

Riddle sharply inhaled, slowly turning his head to give you an unamused glare.

“What if I tied a leash to your neck? For fun?” He scoffed, pulling at your cheek like a mother to her child. “Honestly, you worry me at times, I may have to anyway.”

Hmm, not a bad idea Riddle…

Jade’s mind conjured up an image of you on your knees, in the maid outfit again, a leash tied to your neck leading up to his hand as he cooed over you.

You made a low-pitch whine as the two of you made your way to where Jade was waiting at the end of the classroom.

“No, I’m fine actually, no leashes here. Hate them.” You made an ‘X’ with your hands as you turned and walked backwards, puffing your cheeks. “Not something I want on my person, at all!”

Really? You heard Jade shift in his seat, standing to approach you and Riddle. Hmm.

You smiled to yourself for effectively shutting down the latest dirty thought.

At least, until Jade conjured up another image of you straddling him in bed, using his tie as a leash to pull his face to yours.

“Jade, you’ve been naughty~” You giggled, pulling on his tie, further tightening it as his own hand clasped yours. “Maybe I ought to collar you up? Tie a leash and drag you around like a pet?” Jade gasped, pupils blown wide, as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched whine. A sound reserved just for you. “Anything you want, just for you, my love.” Jade groaned as you licked a stripe up his throat to meet his lips in a messy, wet kiss. His words muffled as he spoke against your moving lips, “I’ll be your pet. I’ll let you use me. Please—” Grasping the ends of your shirt, tugging at them like a lifeline, Jade started muttering nonsense as he ground his hips against yours. “Please, please, please, I’ll be so good to you! I’ll fuck you so good, I’ll make you feel good if you’ll just let me. Let me love you, please, please, please—”

A sharp pain flew up your neck to your head as you collided with the stone wall, tripping over a table leg while walking backwards. Your face was burning, as was the heat in your gut. Riddle and Jade both made noises of concern as you clenched the back of your head. You were glad that they assumed your red face was due to your embarrassment, as Jade’s last rambles were still echoing in your head.

“Oh my, Prefect! Are you alright?” Riddle's voice was full of concern, but also slight amusement as he grabbed your left arm, Jade the right, to pull you up.

“Yes, that looked like it hurt quite a bit.” Jade murmured, moving his hands to gently move your head. “Allow me to check your head.”

“No, I’m—ow!” His hand brushed on a tender spot on your crown, making you wince. ”Ooooh, that hurt!”

Ah, I’m so sorry, my pearl, but you make the cutest sounds sometimes! You heard Jade tut as he leaned down to closely inspect your head. I just wonder what kinds I could pull from you.

You cringed, leaning away from his hand and shooing both boys away. “I’m fine, guys, it’s just a bump.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? It does none of us any good if you’re hurt and can’t focus, you can go to the nurse.” Riddle replied, pushing you towards the door.

“Yes.” Jade chirped in agreement, ignoring Riddle’s side eye at his abnormally happy tone. “Allow me to take you—”

“Oh no! I don’t think so!” Yev came barreling through the classroom door, looking rather disheveled. Compared to his rather clean, prim appearance, he looked as if he’d been run through the wringer.

Oh my, I would have never seen Vil in such a state. You heard Riddle stifle a chuckle as he eyed Yev fixing his messy hair. Said man was huffing, no doubt from running.

“Ugh my hair! Look,” Yev said, eyeing you in particular, “It took forever for us to find a spare day to meet up. I won't go through the effort of rescheduling it when one of you just happened to bump your head.”

Besides, I have a potion in my lab you can take anyways.

“I really must insist that the Prefect get checked up.” Jade argued, giving Yev a polite smile. Though, his eyes were quite firm.

“And I must insist that we get started.” Yev scoffed as he pushed past the three of you pressing against the stones in the wall as he continued talking. “I have pain medicine in my lab, just…ugh. Where’s that damn button!”

Your group shared looks at Yev’s muttering, moving closer to huddle around Yev as he pressed hidden buttons along the stone wall. He pressed one, the lights flickered off and back on as he pressed it again.

Riddle yelped as the bookshelf next to him spun into the wall, turning around to reveal its other side blended into the wall. He jumped back as it spun again, nearly hitting him.

“Yev! Be careful!.” Riddle yelled, cheeks turning red. “I thought this was your secret lab, how do you not know how to get in it?”

Yev yelled back, “I know! I’m just having trouble—you know, I didn’t have to let us use my lab for our project!”

As the two started arguing, now the blackboard and teacher’s desk shaking as Yev pressed more stone buttons, Jade shuffled closer to you.

“You know…” Jade leaned down to softly speak to you. “I can still take you to the infirmary, if you’d prefer?”

You looked up at Jade, surprised at the tender look in his eyes.

I really shouldn’t be, though.

“I, uh—” You turned away shyly, reaching up to touch the still throbbing spot on your head. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad idea—”

“Wait! Don’t press that one, it’s the wrong—”

Your stomach dropped as the floor beneath your feet disappeared. Specifically the square panel you and Jade had been incidentally standing on, the trap door opening as you two started falling down the dark pit. A scream left your mouth, arms reaching around your midsection as you clutched onto them and shut your eyes.

“Ow. That was my rib.” Jade's voice grunted against your ear, his hold around loosening as he also moved to stand.

“Jade? What—oh my god!” You tried to scramble off of Jade, harder said than done in the space you two had found yourselves. Shifting around, you were sure that you’d just made the situation worse, as Jade lit a light with his wand. How in the world you managed to find yourself straddling Jade’s waist in the dark was a mystery. Though, with the flush look on his face, you weren’t sure he minded.

Oh…by the Abyss itself… you’re such a pretty sight.

“You say that often, ‘my god’, what does that mean if you don’t mind me asking.” Jade pushed himself up by his free elbow, the other arm busy holding up your only source of light. “It’s an expression, yes?”

“Y-yeah, it’s like when you guys say things li-like ‘by the Seven’ or—I’m sorry. Let me try to get off you!”

You started rambling, looking around for a way to put some distance between you and Jade. However, you only saw black walls around you. Looking up, whatever panel had been above you was closed off, black stone closing you in.

“Well, there’s not much space for you to move.” Unless you want to keep moving those hips against me… “Perhaps relax, there’s hardly any space between the two of us.”

“Right! Of course, but I think I can…” Carefully, you managed to stand in the small space, trying to avoid moving against him. Harder said than done, but you managed, reaching down to lend a hand to him. “Here.”

Jade smiled, something soft and sweet, as he took your hand and awkwardly shuffled against the wall as he slid up.

Though, this is just as nice as well.

“I think I can hear them shuffling on top of us. Do you think one of them noticed us falling?”

“Ha, with the way you screamed? Without a doubt.” Jade managed to stand straight, a good chunk of space between the tops of your heads and the trap door panel.

He attempted to reach up to knock the top of the panel. Despite his height his fingerprints barely brushed it. Luckily, you could hear Riddle and Yev’s panicked footsteps stumble around.

Riddle’s voice came through the floor, muffled and frantic.

“Prefect? Jade? Prefect!? Yev what in the world was that!? Where did it send them? Prefect! Y/N!!”

“We’re here!” You called out, smacking the wall in an attempt to make more noise. “We’re fine!”

“Oh good!” You heard Yev laugh, then yelp as you heard a smack. “What?! Usually it would send them down to the lake! They got stuck in the trap hole since you pressed the button twice, usually it would’ve sent them to a nice midafternoon bath!”

You heard another smack and yelp, then some scratching against the wood.

“Prefect, we’re going to get you and Jade out! Let me just figure out how to get the panel open.”

Listening to some more footsteps, Jade leaned down to murmur, “There goes our plans then. You don’t suppose they’ll get us out of here before 3, do you?”

You snorted, stifling a laugh, failing to do so at the sound of more clamoring and arguing above you.

“Give Riddle some faith at least. He’s always been smart. And resourceful! You should’ve seen him over the summer, he got through every training simulation thrown at us.”

“Ah, I never did learn about what happened at that camp the headmage had you all attend.” Jade leaned down, studying your features.

Oh, such a wonderful smile! I wished you’d do that more often around me.

“Azul’s been tight-lipped about it as well, perhaps you’d be willing to share with me?”

You blinked up at him, shuffling a bit as he leaned down to whisper against your ear.

“You can trust me, you know.” His smooth voice drew a shiver down your spine. You think that he noticed your blushing face, based on the way he took a sharp breath.

Please, please, please! Don’t be nervous, there’s no need to be shy with me! I know you are, but you don’t need to my love!

You really wanted to wring Epel’s neck for that comment, though it was hard to focus. Especially with the lack of space between you two.

“I’m happy to lead an ear. There’s no need to be shy.”

You shuffled against the wall to place some distance between you two, squinting at his smile. You half expected him to cage you in with his long arms, though he seemed more amused at seeing you try and escape him.

Ah! Look at you being shy! So cute, cute, cute!

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, more annoyed now than anything, even with your blush.

“I’m fine, thank you. I can handle myself just fine.”

Jade chuckled, “Ah, I forget how spirited you can be.”

Before you could retort back, a bit of light from the opening panel shone through. Both you and Jade looked up to see Riddle’s gray eyes peering through the small gap he made.

“Prefect!” shouted in relief, looking at the twin. “And Jade. You’re there too.”

“Oh, Riddle. Your concern is most kind.”

Ignoring Jade’s thinly veiled sarcasm, you smiled and reached up with both hands to wave at Riddle.

“Hey! Let’s go! Can you open it more to get us out?”

“Yes, but I can’t reach you. Yev has to stand by the button that opens this panel up. He’s using a spell to hold the button so that it won’t open the panels beneath you while I pry this one open.”

Riddle briefly disappeared, the panel moving slightly more as he pushed it into its slot. The floor beneath your feet also shifted, vibrating as if it too wanted to slide away and disappear.

“Ah! Careful, the panel here is moving!”

You stumbled, Jade catching you by your waist to help steady you as he also called out.

“Riddle! I’d rather that we don’t plunge into the lake! I heard it’s quite slimy!”

“Ew what? Riddle!” You panicked, shouting for Riddle and jumping on your toes. “Get us out!”

Riddle huffed, crawling back to poke his head through the now large hole.

“I’m trying! Jade, can you lift the Prefect on your shoulders.” Riddle ignored your protest and continued to speak. “Just lift them, so I can pull them up, then the two of us can try to reach for you.”

You blinked in confusion, processing Riddle words before paling.

“Wait, what—AH!” You felt Jade’s hands grab your knees, looking down to see the back of Jade’s head settle between your thighs as he lifted you on his shoulders. A small shriek slipped your slips as you grasped at Jade’s hair, pulling hard enough to make him wince, so that you could steady yourself.

Oh, fuck. Their hands, their thighs, it’s better than anything I could imagine…

You panicked at another one of Jade’s daydreams. This one of Jade between your legs, thighs squeezing the sides of his head and hands pulling the teal strands in his head as you arched your back and cried out his name. You tightened your thighs instinctually, regretting it as you felt Jade’s breath shudder. You felt it, even with the tights blocking your bare skin.

“RIDDLE! GET ME OUT!! NOW!” You launched your hands and body up, making Jade stumble forward as you tried reaching for the ledge that was still out of your grasp.

“I’m going! Do not yell at me like you’re me!” Riddle’s hands were now within your reach, the tips of your fingers brushing against each other. “Jade, push them up higher or something. I can’t reach!”

You felt Jade move his hands to cradle beneath your thighs, lifting you as you nearly made it to freedom’s grasp.

“Riddle, have you managed to get—Aye, hijo de puta!”

You felt yourself dropping again, Riddle’s hands now quickly fading away while Jade’s grasp tightened against your legs.

You heard your scream echo against the stone walls as you two fell through the tunnel. At some point, Jade had let go of you to grab at your waist again, tucking you against his chest as he curled around you and braced.

It certainly helped, as he took the brunt of the fall against the cold waters of the lake underneath the school castle.

Chill seeped through your bones, hair and lab coat billowing around you as you finally opened your eyes to see nothing but dark, green murky water. Below you was more darkness, the tops of a seaweed forest underneath your feet. You think you could make out a few fish, even one of those giant catfish Vargas made his camp attendees fish for.

However, you missed the large, silver large-toothed fish darting between the seaweed, only noticing it as it was charging at you. Bubbles flew out of your mouth as you screamed, shutting your mouth again, and attempting to swim quickly to the surface. Luckily for you, you made it rather quick as a familiar webbed, green hand snatched your hand as Jade bolted to the surface.

Breaking the water, you gasped for a deep breath, brushing your bangs from your face and blinking away water from your eyelashes. You frantically whipped your head around, searching for Jade, as you called out his name in a panic.

“Jade? Jade! Where are you? Jade!” You yelped as he breached the water, brushing his hair back. He had a scrape on his arm that he was studying with mild irritation.

“What an annoying creature—oh!” Jade grunted in surprise as you threw your hands over him, clutching at his shoulders.

“Jade! Are you hurt? What was that? Is it gonna get us?! Oh my god, JADE IT’S GONNA GET US, WE GOTTA GO!” You babbled on and on, hyper focused on looking at the water below you for signs of the aggressive fish. Which proved meaningless, as you couldn’t see anything besides the dark green water.

You paused at Jade’s sudden laughter, growing louder as his chest shook, and his eyes squinted in mirth. Looking at him with furrowed brows, you tilted your head as he reached over to cup your cheeks. He squeezed them together, making you pucker your lips as his laughter died down.

He’s…laughing! Like, fully laughing! I’ve…ever seen him laugh! Woah!

“My dear, relax!” Jade managed to stifle his laughter, now softly chuckling. Something more characteristic of him.

He has a nice laugh, actually. Not like Floyd’s, it’s just more… Jade. I guess…it suits him!

“I can assure you, I am just about the scariest thing in this lake at this moment. Nothing is going to come for us as long as I remain in my merform. But your concern for me is delightful.”

So sweet.

Jade looked at you fondly, eyes darting down to your lips, making your breath catch in your chest.

Is he gonna…?

“We should head to the shore and start heading back up. I imagine Riddle is quite worried about you.”

Jade suddenly let go of your cheeks, instead moving to swim on his stomach, gesturing for you to grab his back.

“Here, allow me to help you to shore.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you carefully maneuvered around his dorsal fin. You were reminded of the time you got trapped in the Scarabia desert and had to swim through the river Kalim made. Though this time you had a different twin to be your ride.

“Heh, kinda familiar, huh? Though you had Grim and Azul with you back then, right?”

Jade started wading through the water, one of his own hands reaching up to hold yours on his chest.

“Yes, you were with Floyd last time. That was quite the time, wasn’t it? You found yourself in trouble more often than the average person.”

“It’s not like I mean to! It just sorta happens!” You pouted, debating on pinching Jade, as he chuckled at your offended response.

You decided to look up at the shore Jade swam to, noticing two figures walking along the coliseum pathway.

“Hey, I think that’s them! Hey! Riddle! Yev!” You called out to the two figures, drawing their attention. You waved a free hand, squealing as Jade sped up, making you fall against his back and clasp onto him again.

“Jade! Careful!”

“Now, now, my pearl.” This was the first time he’d ever refer to you as ‘pearl’ outside his thoughts. Though, he was more focused on your arms around him rather than the words coming out of his mouth.

“Have faith. I would never let you get hurt under my care.”

Jade sped back up, and despite yourself, you let out small screams of glee as adrenaline ran through your veins as you rode on Jade like a rollercoaster at a water park.

It took but a minute to make it to the shore, much sooner than the pair of students who were still making their way over. You crawled off Jade and up the sandy shore, grabbing your hair and wringing the water out. You hear the shimmering sound you’d associated with the twins and Azul’s transformation, turning to see Jade dusting himself off, perfectly dry in his lab uniform.

“…Are you kidding?”

Jade looked up, looking at you with confusion.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re dry! You literally were just a merman, in the water, and now you’re just dry!?”

Jade looked taken aback, before laughing at your angry face.

Oh, my! How cute! You’re almost never angry, what a delightful view!

“My apologies for not being courteous enough to suffer alongside you.” Jade walked over to you as you started working getting the water out of your goggles. He was still chuckling at you.

“It’s a perk of our transformation potions. Quite convenient, yes. Oh, but you poor thing. All soaked.”

Jade stopped, a blush filling his cheeks as he stared at your torso. He turned away, clearing his throat.

“I do believe that the water soaked through…ah…your shirt.”

A gasp left your mouth, looking down to quickly snatch your lab coat closed and button it up. It didn’t really matter, though, as Jade’s mind was filled with the image of your wet, seek through shirt and the view of your chest.

Today…has…been so, so wonderful~

You sighed, looking over to the students walking over.

“I’ll ask Riddle to help dry me off with a spell or something. Though…that’s not him.”

You squinted at the pair, now within a reasonable view, realizing it was Aspen and Wynfred.

Did you? Did they follow me here?!

“Prefect, there you are—why are you wet?” Aspen stopped, looking your sopping form up and down with a raised brow. “And Jade too—ugh, never mind.”

“Wynfred here has something he’d like to tell you, but you left before he could. It’s something incredibly important! Go on Wynfred, tell them!”

Aspen turned around and pushed Wynfred, who was digging his feet into the ground, towards you and Jade as you wring water out of your clothes. A small trench was forming as Aspen continued to push the frozen ginger closer to you, who was currently clenching his fists to his sides. Staring at you wide-eyed, Wynfred’s eyes darted between you and Aspen, who was smiling and gesturing to you.

“Go on…” Do it, you idiot!

“Uh, is everything alright? Wynfred, are you okay? Did something happen? Did you get hurt or—”

“PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME!” With a sudden burst of confidence, Wynfred ran forward to grasp your hands with his. “I think you’re a wonderful housewarden! And I am equally great, so we’d make a great pair!!”

His sparkling eyes would be cute, if it wasn’t for how tightly he clenched your hands. And Aspen, of course.

Yes! Go out with him, so I can get you off of Jade’s back! Come on! Say something! Do you know how hard it was to convince him to ask you out?! Say something!

Wynfred’s very sudden confession, which you're doubting was a real confession and not just a misguided push from Aspen, shut you and the surrounding area up. The silence was deafening. Even the birds and the breeze stopped, as if mocking your predicament. Minus the scandalous gasp from your left, no one spoke.

Wait, who the hell gasped?

You turned to look at Riddle and Yev, who had run down the castle to meet you and Jade. Though, Riddle looked like he just swallowed a lemon, while Yev was clutching a hand to his chest as he looked at your group with an open mouth.

“Oh my—WYNFRED SALSON!” Yev marched over with a furious look, snatching Wynfred by the ear to scold him. “What in the world makes you think you can just go up to a housewarden and demand a date from them! That is not how a proper Pomefiore student acts!”

You backed away as Yev continued scolding Wynfred, pitying him. Riddle walked over to you and leaned down to inspect your face and arms, prodding at you and checking for any wounds.

“Well, that is certainly awkward. Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“Ah, no.” You shook your head, smiling as you turned to look at Jade. “Jade actually…”

You froze, as did Riddle, upon noticing Jade’s expression. Or, more accurately, the lack thereof. Instead of his usual smile, or even the sweet ones he’d been giving you earlier, Jade’s face was a blank slate, eyes focused solely on Wynfred’s form.

I will drag you into the deepest depths known to man until the pressure pops your eyes out of your sockets, your heart bursts, and your lungs fill with the bitter cold of the sea. I will watch your body turn into bloody, liquified mush you stupid, arrogant, waste of space! Stay away from my mate! Mine! Mine! Mine! MINE!

Jade's expression quickly changed back to his usual smile, though he was still emanating an aura that could be best described as “bloodthirsty”. Murderous even! Sanguinary, if you wanted to be poetic. Riddle at least had noticed it, as he leaned close to whisper.

“Did something happen with Jade? I figured he would be annoyed that he fell into the lake, but he seems…rather….”

“Homicidal?”

“I was going to be nice and say ‘furious,’ but yes. Homicidal fits quite well.”

“Ugh!” Wynfred started shoving against Yev, who was still rambling angrily at Wynfred for his ‘lack of etiquette’ apparently.

“Look, Prefect! I would quite like to go out with you on a date! I think you’re very nice to everyone in the dorm, and I am also nice!”

You think Wynfred chose to ignore Aspen’s snort, green eyes darting to him and back to you.

“Besides, I’ve been told that we’d make a great match! Just ask Aspen! He’s the one who suggested that I—MmmPh!”

Aspen ran over to slap his hand over Wynfred’s mouth, laughing nervously as he glanced at Jade. Said man was now squinting at Aspen with annoyance and distaste.

Really, Aspen? I expected better from you, little squid.

“I was just, uh, supporting my fellow roommate!” The pink haired boy continued to nervously laugh. “You know how it is! I’m just being benevolent, l-like the Sea Witch!”

Jade let out a small chuckle, tilting his head. “Is that so?”

“Yes!” Wynfred managed to shove Aspen’s hands away, reaching for yours again, though his smile faltered as you stumbled back. “Sorry! I don’t mean to be so forward. But I know how busy you’ll be getting as Halloween comes up, and I wanted to ask you on a date during the celebration so that—”

“Oh no. I’m afraid that simply won’t work.” Jade finally stepped forward, wrapping a hand around your shoulders and bringing you close.

Riddle made a noise, and from the corner of your eye you could see him give Jade a disapproving glare.

“W-what? Why!” Wynfred thinned his lips, glaring at Jade and his hold around you.

I’d make for a great date! My siblings say so! Aspen says so too!

Jade titled his head, giving Wynfred a mock sympathetic look.

“Well, the Prefect will simply be too busy with helping me with selling products for Octavinelle during Halloween. After all, Ramshackle’s haunted amusement park makes for the perfect environment to sell food and drinks, especially at the prices Azul places.”

I’m sure I can convince him to do so easily enough.

“What?” Aspen scoffed, blinking at Jade incredulously. “Azul never mentioned that!”

“Oh, we were still figuring out the details. Our lovely Prefect here was going to help us.” Jade cooed as he leaned down to rest his cheek against the top of your head.

Mine.

“But we can discuss more once Azul has the finer details figured out. Now, if you two don’t mind, we all need to be heading back to Yev’s lab and get started on our project. We’ve lost valuable time with this trap door fiasco, haven’t we?”

“Right…” You slowly answered, looking at Riddle who nodded, still eyeing Jade. Yev perked up, wiping imaginary dust off his lab uniform as he too agreed.

“Right, you are Jade. I’m not done with you, Wynfred. I will be speaking to you about your manners later this week.”

Yev sneered at Wynfred, who scoffed in return, as he turned his heel and waved for your group to follow. Jade did so, giving Wynfred another blank stare before turning to you and smiling.

“Shall we?” Let’s go, my pearl.

“Uh, give me a sec. Riddle, can you help me with a drying spell?”

“Oh, of course. Excuse me.” Riddle walked around Jade as he took out his wand, shooing Jade and the two freshmen still lingering. “Go, we will meet you there. And you two.”

Both of the younger students froze under Riddle’s gaze. The redhead’s reputation and strict gaze followed him everywhere it seemed.

“You’ve made the day excitable enough, off you go. Perhaps think about learning more tact, especially around your upperclassmen. Go”

The stern end of his sentence spooked the two to run off to Ramshackle, you presume. Riddle cleared his throat, drawing your attention as the tip of his wand glowed a soft red.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on with you and Jade?” Riddle asked, showing you the pattern he waved his wand in for you to copy and use on your legs. Your friend focused on your arms and back.

“Nothing! I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You quickly replied, focusing on keeping the spell up.

“Oh? So he wasn’t all over you when that fresh tried asking you out? He didn’t shut him down and stare him down like he wanted to tear him apart with his teeth? Y/N, please. Don’t take me for a fool.”

“I’m not! It’s not what you think.”

“And what do you think I think?” That I’m a dullard?

“I don’t think you’re a dullard, or whatever, it’s just complicated!”

Riddle huffed, giving you a once over as he hooked his arm with yours and dragged you up to the castle steps.

“I didn’t say that part out loud, you know.”

…Huh?

“What are you talking about?”

Riddle scoffed, reaching over to adjust your tie. Something he’d often do for you.

“I noticed pretty early on. It’s quite easy to tell when someone is reading your mind when they react to each and everything you say and think.”

“What! How do you—”

“That, and also Ace is known for his loud mouth.”

You tossed your head back, groaning as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“That dumbass.”

A small laugh left Riddle’s lips, smiling as you glared at him. “Don’t worry. I gave him a stern talking to. If it helps, he was only discussing it with Deuce, who I assume you also told?”

Nodding in affirming, Riddle continued, “I guessed. It certainly explains your strange behavior at times. Though I do have one question.”

“Shoot.”

“How long have you known about Jade’s feelings for you?”

“WHAT—oof!” You tripped over the castle steps, just barely catching yourself with Riddle grabbing your arm. “What are we talking about?”

“Floyd cornered me a few weeks ago. Both of our clubs got off at the same time, and he chased me around until he cornered me in one of the stables. He was complaining about how Jade got to be around his ‘mate’ all the time for class, but he barely saw his own.”

Annoying eel he is. Why would I care about his damn love life?

Riddle rolled his eyes at the mention of Floyd, though he continued.

“It didn’t click until earlier, when I saw how…hmm…handsy he was with you.”

You sighed, “It’s that noticeable?”

“Only sometimes.” Riddle shrugged, patting your shoulder consolingly. “Especially when that poor freshman tried asking you out. Speaking of that, what are you going to tell him?”

You blinked at Riddle, confused. “What do you mean?”

Oh dear, catch up, Prefect.

Riddle sighed, “Well, it’s not always appropriate for a housewarden to date one of their students. You’ll turn him down, yes? Besides, with how your admirer was looking at him, it would most likely be better for Wynfred’s well-being anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right…”

You let out a tired sigh. Most likely, you’d have to take an extra long bath tonight to get the stress out of your bones.

“I’ll let him down gently later. Apparently, I have to talk to Azul about being a food vendor for the dorm’s haunted house.”

When you finally made it back to the classroom, a panel in the wall revealed a staircase, which Yev and Jade were waiting by. Jade’s eyes lit up at the sight of you, though he physically remained poised and proper.

Welcome back, my darling! I hope that nasty little barnacle didn’t ruin your mood!

You chose to ignore Jade and called out to Yev, “So you said you had an idea for our final project. What kind of potion were you thinking?”

Yev perked up, proudly puffing his chest. “Oh yes, you two should love this! We will be making a blot preventative! I bet you two wished you had that last year, hm? I know, I’m brilliant!”

Both you and Riddle stared blankly at Yev, who was still standing proud, as Jade eyed him disapprovingly.

“Hey, Riddle, what if I jumped out the window? For fun?”

“I’d still put a leash on you.”

“Damn.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech x reader #twst jade #jade leech x yuu #mochi fic #the private thoughts (not) of a moray #ptm #twst jade x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

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Saccharine Smile | Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Summary: “One more time” never really meant just one more time…

Warnings: SMUT, oral, fingering, overstimulation, coryo makes you squirt, pet names (baby, doll, sweetheart) praise. it’s short, it’s sweet, it’s filthy! MDNI, i’ll kick your ass and feed you to the snakes!! reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3 gonna try and post a longer coryo fic tomorrow, to celebrate my birthday. lemme know if y’all want that!! enjoy xoxo

“C’mon, baby. Just one more.” Coryo mumbled against your thigh, his lips wet from having spent hours in between your legs. “Just one more. Doing so good f’me, baby.” He praises, his tongue all but relentless on your weeping pussy. Just one more, he’s been saying for hours now. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your soaked cunt and how well it took his fingers and tongue and cock.

“Taste so good, doll.” Coryo tells you sweetly, as his tongue delves between the soft skin of your pussy lips. He licks and sucks like a man starved, taking his time bringing you to yet another orgasm.

Your legs were shaking, cunt soaked and throbbing from overstimulation. You loved it though, and you know he did, too. Bringing you to pleasure with just a swipe of his tongue made him feel like a god, so it made sense that every time he said “just one more” was a lie. Coriolanus would bring you to as many orgasms as he saw fit. You were done when he was done. “Such a good pussy, sweetheart.” He tells you, over and over, voice sickly sweet.

“Too much, Coryo…” you’d cry, cheeks hot and wet from the throes of pure ecstasy only he could reign upon you. “Not yet, darling.” He spits against your aching core, “m’not finished. You can take another. Just one more.” Coriolanus tells you, smirking against the glistening folds because he knows that’s not true.

“M’gonna come, Coryo!” you whimper, head thrown back against the soft and silky pink pillow. Those words, no matter how many times he hears them in a night, lights a fire like no other inside of him. His eyes darken, fingers gripping your hips tighter, as he continues his demonstrations on your poor little pussy.

“Yeah, yeah, good.” He breaths harshly against your thigh, barely able to contain himself as he assaults your cunt at a faster and more brutal pace. “Come for me, doll. C’mon, gimme your sweet cum.” Coryo encourages, though it’s not for you. It’s for him.

It’s all for him, in the end.

You come shrieking, sweat dripping down your face. It’s hot and messy and glorious, your saccharine juices exploding all over Coriolanus’s tongue and face. He’s soaked in your divine taste, giving him a buzz he never wants to come down from.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, kissing up your thighs, leaving little wet marks. His lips are red and swollen, coated in your juices, as he smiles up at you wickedly. You let out a heavy sigh, slumping tiredly against the mattress, not caring that your skin is sticky or that the mattress is now soaked. You’re too fucked out to notice or care, especially when you feel a hot tongue and slender fingers prodding at your pussy again.

“Just one more,” Coriolanus says with a saccharine soaked smile.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut #coryo snow x reader #coriolanus x reader

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𝟑𝟒+𝟑𝟓 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary… an explicit song about your boyfriend leaves the internet in an uproar. request… yes. note… feedback is very much appreciated! let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. faceclaim… nadine lustre

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So I 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your casual arrangement turns a bit too serious.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

The extra money makes the after-hours work a little less sluggish. It will be worth it when you get the deposit. Even so, you’re only human and the needling between your brow pangs deeper and deeper.

You can’t help but mourn your free time. You haven’t been to the gym in more than a week and most nights you fall asleep without dinner. It’s a stepping stone. Once you have a handle on things, it won’t be as bad.

You yawn and lean your head in your hands. You glance up through the transparent walls of your office. Those in the shared space are long gone. There might be a few other execs like yourself left but otherwise, it’s desolate. It’d be peaceful if traffic wasn’t rushing and honking below.

You rub your nose and sit up. As you do, your door swings open, jarring you so your chair squeaks shrilly. You blather out nonsense as Bucky strides in. His hair is sweaty and slightly askew and his metal arm is on full show as the left sleeve of his jacket has been removed to accommodate it. You haven’t seen him often in anything other than his faded tees and jeans.

“Oh, hey, uh...” you blink and fix the tilt of your seat. “What are you, em, doing here?”

He snickers and strolls around your office. He stops at the shelf mounted on the wall and toys with the little golden rose in a crystal vase. It’s one of the few pieces of decor you’ve moved in.

“I was in the neighbourhood,” he plucks out the stem and admires it. “Working late? Again?”

“You too.” You sit back to watch him. You cross one leg over the other and angle your head coyly.

A ripple washes over you at the memory of your last time together. He was so rough and demanding. He’d kept you up all night, and in the morning, you as good as pushed him out your door. Something’s changed. Something you don’t quite like.

“Oh, don’t play casual with me. I can hear your heartbeat jumping just like you wanna jump out of your panties,” he scoffs.

You roll your eyes, “How many time do I have to--”

“You say it but what woman doesn’t want a man who knows exactly what she’s thinking?” He interjects.

“Like you do.” You shake your head and fold your arms.

“Ah, come on, it’s been a while.”

“I know. I’ve been busy. Working.” You pull your arms apart and roll closer to your desk.

“I just got off myself so why don’t we get off together,” he twirls the rose as he nears. “Pull that skirt up, gimme a peek.”

“Right. I really don’t have time. Sorry.” You look back to the screen as he stands just on the other side of the desk. Sweat beads in your scalp as he lurks there. He drops the artificial flower on the wood and huffs.

“Strange. You’re too busy for me. Suddenly. Weren’t too busy a couple weeks ago. I seem to remember some begging,” he laughs.

“Would you quit?” You sniff and look up at him, folding your hands atop each other. “This isn’t a game for me. I can’t fuck this up. Look, we had fun. It’s been fun but I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s... too much.”

He’s quiet. He slowly leans down and plants his fingertips on the desk. He stares you down and you look up at him cautiously. A divet forms between his brows.

“You can’t break up with me. We’re just fucking, so save the it’s not yous, it’s mes,” he hisses.

“Exactly. We’re not breaking up, Bucky, because this was only ever sex, so please, just go. Find someone who give you what you want. Once you figure that out.”

His cheeks tauten and his jaw squares. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I’m not trying to hurt you--”

“Hurt? Like you said.” He pushes himself away and the desk lurches. “It isn’t a relationship. Just a dirty, nasty hook-up.” He paces around your office. “The way I had you on your knees. Fuck, the way you wagged your ass for me. Good times.” He stops and claps his hands as he faces you again. “One last hurrah, how about it?”

You sigh. You shift uneasily and grunt as you try to put your desk straight. It’s just another reminder of how he can do more.

“I don’t think so.” You look up at him. “You need to go.”

“Really? I came all the way here.”

“I didn’t ask you to--”

“I know you didn’t fucking ask but you were desperate for me every other time, weren’t you? Don’t act like you never wanted me.” He charges forward and you press yourself against your chair. You gulp and bat your lashes. He stops short and snorts. “Relax. What am I gonna do, huh? What did I ever do but exactly what you begged me to do?”

He throws his hands up and shoves the air.

“Enjoy your fucking soul-sucking job.” He twists on his heel and marches to the door. He lingers in the frame as he turns his head, his profile shadowy in the dim light of the outer offices. “See how far it gets you.”

He storms out, leaving you stunned. You rehearsed it over and over. What you would say, how you would say it. You saw him laughing it off. You saw him shrugging and sighing. That was more than you could predict.

It was him who insisted it was nothing from day one. You agreed because that was easy. Now it feels a lot more complicated. Or rather, did.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #series #drabble #so i #au #marvel #mcu #winter soldier #avengers #captain america

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hazbinshusk · 5 months

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playing around with husk x reader because @irkimatsu and @monstrousvoice have destroyed my brain and I want to thank them for it. just pure fluff; i'm working towards the smut for my grumpy ol' bartender. first attempt at writing for hazbin/husk, so please, all feedback is welcome and wonderful.

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You could feel the thrum of the bass echoed through your body, your skin stained by the club’s multi-colored lights. The tequila burned your throat as you swallowed, and you grimaced, sucking gratefully on the slice of lime Cherri thrust into your hand. You might not love most of Angel’s job, but you’d come to appreciate a few of the perks – namely the access granted to you to the VIP section of any club this side of the Pride Ring, so long as he was by your side. Or at least, in your vicinity. He was currently putting in the ten minutes of dedicated schmoozing among sinners to talk up the hotel – which he’d promised Charlie to do in order for you all to skip out on another bonding night in the lobby.

“Rounds eight, nine and ten, bitch!” Cherri Bomb declared, slamming down another collection of shots down in front of you moments later. She ignored the way your brows creased, shoving you playfully in the shoulder. You rocked precariously on your stool as the gesture threw you off balance, grabbing hastily at the side of the bar. “Let’s goooo!”

“You’re gonna be the double death of me, Cherri,” you replied even as you threw back the next shot.

“And what a way to fuckin’ go!” she cheered.

You laughed, a little too loud thanks to the booze, and you stiffened slightly as a weight suddenly appeared against your back.

“No wonder I can’t get a damn drink in this place; two of you are bogartin’ the bartender.” Husk grumbled as he leaned past you, pressing further against you in order to swipe one of the glasses in front of you. “Gimme one of those.”

An amused smile touched your features at the gruff edge to his tone. You felt his hand touch your hip for balance, his claws ghosting against the sliver of bare skin at the small of your back. The gesture made color rise in your cheeks, and you picked up a slice of lime to offer it to him over your shoulder. He didn’t take it but you felt him pause as he set the glass down and began to pull away again.

“Huh.”

The warmth of his breath tickled against your neck. His voice was softer, velvety and low, and it sent a surprising heat shooting down your spine. You suddenly found yourself wanting to melt into that tone, all honey and whiskey, and you felt your face flush further. You could feel every inch of where his body rested against yours, his fur tickling wherever your skin sat bare. His face was so close to your throat you swore you could almost feel his lips ghost against your shoulder.

“You smell good."

He’s gone a moment later and you find yourself sitting wide-eyed for a long moment before your mind finally catches up with what just happened.

“Uh, you gonna tell me what the fuck that was?” Cherri laughed, her tone caught somewhere between amusement and bewilderment. “Since when does the old man like your personal space so fuckin’ much?”

You shrugged, reaching for another shot and avoiding her eye. “Let’s just dance, okay?”

“’Bout fuckin’ time, bitch!”

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You relaxed back against the edge of the sofa, your legs curled beneath you on the floor as Angel cackled drunkenly at the television from where he was sprawled across another couch. You’d recently introduced him to 2000s stoner movies, and they’d quickly become one of his favorite ways to end a night out.

The two of you had stumbled home with Husk in tow – Cherri having found alternate company to spend the rest of her night with. The bar tender was now laying on his stomach on the couch behind you, his head in his arms and his tail waving lazily back and forth by your side. Each sway of it had it brushing briefly against your arm, the feathers tickling against your skin.

He groaned quietly at the pitch of Angel’s voice, shifting behind you. You were holding a tumbler of whiskey against your chest and lifted it blindly in offering. You heard him hum gratefully, his voice rough now with what was nearly sleep, his claws making a quiet tink against the glass as he took it from you.

“Too nice to me,” he muttered with what you could swear was affection pitching his voice. He slurred the next words, pressing the glass back into your hand. “Too fuckin’ nice.”

“Me?” you replied, catching the last few drops from the glass before setting it on the floor beside you. You tilted your head back against the sofa beside him. You smiled lazily. “Never.”

“Always,” he mumbled back, and your brows rose in surprise as you felt his forehead bump against your temple. “Still smell fuckin’ good…”

A shiver settled against your spine as his face moved lower, rubbing his cheek against yours and down to where the column of your neck was still stretched against the edge of the cushion. A deep, almost rusty sounding rumble rolled from his chest and you felt the sound of it filling you with warmth in the same way the whiskey had. His nose left dampness on your flesh, and each time his warm breath fanned across it you felt a shiver build in your lower back.

“Husk…?”

“Pretty thing you are,” his mouth was near your ear, his claws curling around your shoulder. You cast a glance towards the spider still stretched out on the opposite couch. He was currently drooling into one of the pillows, the film’s final scenes casting shifting lights over his fur. Husk’s purring grew louder as you reached up hesitantly to tease your fingers through the fur of his arm. “Never said…”

“Never said what?” you asked quietly, turning your head to face him better.

“Christ…”

You felt a smile tilt the corner of your mouth. “No, you say that all the time.”

He chuckled, eyes closed, his forehead bumping against yours. “Cheeky.”

You grinned, reaching up to run your fingers through the fur between his ears. You could barely hear the credits rolling over the sound of his purring, his head pressing up into your palm. And when you made to move it away again, he chased it instinctively. It brought his face closer to yours, his nose bumping against yours.

Husk jerked back slightly, his eyes opening. He blinked at you slowly, that lazy, drunken smile still softening his features. His eyes fell from yours, and heat bloomed in your again as they settled on your lips. “Too fuckin’ nice to me…”

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sintiva · 1 year

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COD MEN FAVORITE POSITIONS (AND SOME KINKS)

includes: könig, ghosty pooh and price

content: black fem!reader, penetrative sex, different positions, cream pie, slight power dynamics, hair pulling, nudes!, size differences, minor sub/dom themes, spanking (briefly hinted at), each individual has their own tags!

notes: FINALLY WRITING FOR VIDEO GAME CHARACTERS THAT DAY DREAM ABOUT DAILY😣 i feel like i just worked off a heavy load, please enjoy this though it was very short. i hopw with this i’ll feel more comfortable with writing for them, plus some more in the future! feedback is greatly appreciated 🫶🏽

KÖNIG > missionary ☺️

| könig loves this position for many reasons, but his biggest reason for pinning your legs up by your chest, folding you in all the right ways, is because he absolutely adores looking at your face during sex. your praise, soft coos and gorgeous expression’s makes his cheeks burn out of embarrassment and how easy you make it to lust for you.

…“a little harder,” you pant and plead with the heavy man on top of you. könig has sharp ears and everything you say is responded to in little to no time. he’s come to learn that when you ask for it harder, you don’t mean fast and hard, but slow, and really sensual.

he realizes that he loves this position so much, because he loves seeing how much of his dick you can take, and he loves insatiable the both of you become.

his hips swing down harder, it’s skin to skin. your pussy takes all of him, but not without a little resistance. not without him knocking the air out of your lungs. your pants grow louder, and your body is getting pounded into the mattress with each of his thrust. you can feel him all in your stomach, placing all his weight into each individual thrusts. he’s itching to hear something though, forgetting that he’s fucking you absolutely senseless.

sometimes he hates that he likes this position so much, because when he ends up fucking you harder, listening to your every command— you lose all ability to respond. he’s fucking you relentlessly. making your body tremble, the words you can manage, rarely make sense; everything’s slurred. “come on, y/n? is’t good?”

“gimme something, please?”

he gives you those sweet, innocent puppy eyes of his. soft, warm kisses to your lips — that he ends up tugging on cause he loves, loves, loves your lips and how they make him feel… during other activities.

“‘s goo’” you mumble, your finger nails dig into the skin of his back, and you squeezing him in all the right places. könig grows so overwhelmed during missionary with you, he gets so loud and whiny. your pussy is the perfect fit, every ridge gets a feel, he scratches that itch so sweetly — he’s in so deep and won’t pull out. is the absolute king of ‘i tried to, really, i did, i just couldn’t you felt too good.” let’s not talk about how embarrassed he gets either, and how much he loves letting every single drop of cum empty out of his balls right into your pussy. do

and his eyes.!.!..!.!.!. puppy eyes all through missionary omg 🥺 <<< looks at you like that when you beg for his strokes to be not so deep

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GHOST > doggy/backshots, asphyxiation, little bit of brat taming

| myself, personally, thinks that simon’s favorite position doggy. there’s something enticing about seeing how your ass and thighs ripple from each thrust, and hearing the sound of skin clapping together. and he definitely likes ass, no questions asked. him and his buddy price who i will get to next☺️

…simon has some obsession with being in control of many things. he needs answers, solutions and plans that keeps him in charge. but all that kinda goes away during sex. sex with you ends up being different. first your snobby, giving him attitude, then you’re begging for his attention, and then somehow you end up crying because he tends to get really aggressive and dominant when it comes to sex.

so it’s taken quite a while to find out how the both of you could find some common ground during the deed; which just so happened to be learned when you both tried doggy.

it keeps him grounded, the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips, being able to pull your hair, and all the ways he can finesse your body and make you feel just how pent up being GHOST gets him. hanging with dudes all day, and getting soft core nudes/videos from his s/o doesn’t make his days any easier. which explains why he comes through the door fuming, a bulge you can clearly see through his work pants and an irreversible silence.

he’s all big, strong, hot, an overwhelming and brute full man. he rarely gives you time to think, he’s pulling you onto his lap, tossing whatever spoon of food you have into the sink, parting your legs and stuffing two fingers into your mouth. then he’s filling you up with them. he’s stirring your insides with his fingers, just enough to get you wet and prepped, because every time you have sex with ghost, it feels like he’s reaching your throat. it feels like he’s stretching you out for the first time, “s-simon.”

“don’t.”

AND HE’S LITERALLY CHOKING YOU. thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat, tears streaking your eyes, yet, you’re getting wetter on his fingers. he love’s that look in your eye when you start to get a little dizzy. eyes rolling into the back of your head, and you’re so close to cumming on his fingers. don’t ask me why, and if i get into it i will lose my mind.

and little you just loves to tease. you like to cry and act all innocent when he’s getting ready to put it in. he lines up his tip, and he’s literally throbbing, his dick feels like it’s ready to burst. just thinking of putting it in makes him squeeze your ass a couple of times, but then you’re always moving around or shying away from it. he’ll spank you a couple times, “stop acting like a fucking brat, or i’ll fuck you like one.”

“mhmm,” one wiggle of your hips, “do it then.”

a mission he never takes lightly. your face is stuck in your pillow, moaning and whining as he fucks you like a slut. one foot up on the bed, your ass all up in his hands, your back hurts from how deep your arch is, but you find it physically impossible to deny how good it feels. on top of that it doesn’t take long for him to cum — in this position, but it takes him a while to get burnt out. which causes long nights of sex, and love making, and it leaves you bruised and fussy for the next couple of days until your begging for more, which is a common reoccurrence.

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CPT. PRICE > reverse cowgirl, daddy kink 🪖

| now listen… price loves when his partner is in control of sex, not because he’s submissive, but he likes when you control your pleasure, and he’s a man who loves to please. just lay him down, hop on top and you won’t here the end of it, and he likes it in reverse cause he gets to play with your ass while you ride him.

“who’s daddy’s good girl?”

“m-me.”

you sniffle, ruby red lip stick smeared all over your cheeks — puffy sore eyes from so many tears that bled black from your mascara.

“good girl, keep riding daddy’s dick just like that.”

he plops his hand down right on your ass, with one hand gently positioned behind his head as he falls in love with the view of your ass completely swallowing up his dick with each bounce of your hips. pussy managing to accommodate his girth, how’d he get so fucking lucky.

price is one helluva man, and he truly adores making you overstimulate yourself til you’re twitching on his cock, sensitive and bruised all over. every inch of you, from the fluff of your hips, to the dips in your back. when he’s doing anything, really, he likes to keep his hands on his pretty baby at all times, and he stands by that. it’s full on princess treatment with him.

but back to this position, price will gently tell you how he wants it, he’s a totally different man when he’s talking to you, but is nurturing about it. “let me help you, princess, gimme your hands.”

you pull your hands from his thighs and extend them backwards, and he will literally pull them back. hips pistoning up into you, carving his shape into you till you feel numb. it’s tiring, but he’s a soldier who’s done work far more excruciating. the moment he has your hands threaded among his own, your ass his big meaty thighs, that he definitely loves to see you sitting on, connect over and over. the sound of wet smacking, ‘plat plat’ ringing through out the room.

heeeee adores it! and will never not have sex without letting his favorite girl sit on her throne and take a sweet ride.

tagging: @p-powerr @blkcupid @takemichiluvr @lovelyyceleste @nneedynymph @privateparty3 @lemmetreatya @mochadollz @h3llokttybrat

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monzabee · 1 year

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the first monday in may – dr3

masterlist || part 1 ||

Summary: The one where you and Daniel make your first outing as a couple at this year's Met Gala.

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x actress!reader

Word Count: 4288

Warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety and medication, apart from that none?? fluffity fluff fluff

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i wrote this on a train and a plane, so if you see any grammar issues or typos or a sentence which doesn’t make any sense, no you didn’t. after mr daniel blessing us with his met look, i just knew i had to write something for it, so i really hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! please know that feedback is always appreciated and my inbox is always open for you guys!! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

A loud groan leaves your lips at the sound of the alarm, your hand reaching out to get a hold of your phone, but accidentally hitting something someone else. Daniel groans as you repeatedly try to hit the snooze button on his chest, and he tries to stop you by grabbing your wrist which is moving too quickly for his morning reflexes.

“Sweetheart– ow– Y/N,” he lets out a frustrated groan as he tries to turn away from you, “please stop hitting me.”

Thankfully for him, you choose to listen to his request as you roll away from him in an attempt to cover your ears with your pillow. “Make it stop, Danny.”

“Okay, just– gimme a second.” His voice is still thick from sleep, coming off more as a mumble than anything else, and his moves are sluggish as he reaches over you to turn off the alarm you’ve set the night before. “Here, done,” he breathes out as he lets himself fall back to his side of the bed, sideways, and breathy from moving quickly while still half-asleep. “Sweetheart, take your head out of there, you’re going to suffocate yourself.” Daniel mumbles, trying to coax you with this fingers leaving feathery touches on your arm and his lips leaving small kisses on the exposed skin of your neck. A lazy grin forms on his lips as you mumble something incoherent underneath your pillow, “I can’t understand you; you know.”

Your moves are almost jerky as you lift your head up and turn your body backwards to shoot him a sleepy glare, “I don’t want to wake up, let me sleep.” You go back to hugging your pillow as you close your eyes, your whiny voice making Daniel chuckle. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I can’t help it, you’re so grumpy in the mornings.” He continues to chuckle and proceed to sit up on the bed with his back against the headboard. “Pass me the phone?”

“You’re evil,” you mumble, reaching to the bedside table to retrieve his phone and turn towards him to hand it, “what time is it anyway?”

Daniel turns the phone on, his eyes burning due to the brightness of the screen as he recites, “6.30.”

“What kind of a person, in their right mind, would want to wake up in this damn hour?” You groan, hand reaching out to touch him in any way possible.

“You said you wanted to work out before all the commotion, sweetheart.”

You can hear his smile through his voice, which makes you finally open your eyes in irritation – though all your grumpiness disappears when your eyes level with his thigh. Your fingers move without their own volition as they start tracing through the helmet design of his tattoo, “Don’t listen to me, I’m crazy.”

“I thought I was the crazy one,” he reminds you, moving his eyes from the screen of his phone and flexing the muscles on his upper thigh to draw out an appreciative sigh from you, “eyes up here, Y/LN.”

You push your bottom lip out in a pout as you meet his eyes. “You know how it makes me feel like when you call me by my last name.”

“Your libido honestly concerns me.” He shakes his head, satisfied when he sees a small smile snaking its way on your lips, his voice is warm as he says, “Good morning, sweetheart.”

Pressing a soft kiss to the skin of his upper thigh, which is exposed thanks to his habit of sleeping without pants. You keep your eyes on his as you straighten up and press another kiss to his lips, resting your chin against his shoulder afterwards. “Good morning to you too, honey.”

He smiles, leaning down to give you a full bodied kiss which leaves you yearning for more; you seek him out as you follow his retreating form, which makes him smile wider as he gives into your wish. The kiss you share might be sweet starting out, but he knows better than to let you keep on going when you nip at his bottom lip. So, being the gentleman he is, he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours as he mumbles, “I take it back, you are very sweet in the mornings.”

The giggle he hears back from you is enough for him to know that this is the window he needs to take advantage of to get you out of bed, knowing that there is absolutely no way you’ll actually work out this morning. He successfully coxes you out of bed with promises of breakfast and morning coffee, directing you to the en-suite attached to your bedroom to help you with your morning routine. He holds your hair as you brush your teeth when it makes you frustrated because of the way it keeps getting in front of your face, and he watches you as you wash and apply numerous products on your face; moisturiser, eye cream, sun screen, and even stays still as you apply some on his face because “You should be treating yourself, especially today, Danny.” You hug him from behind and rest your face against his back as he brushes his own teeth, rambling about the day ahead of both of you. He makes sure to put on sweatpants and a t-shirt before going downstairs with you into the kitchen to make you breakfast and coffee as he promised, not in that order. You sit on the counter next to his work station as sip on your coffee and watch him prepare breakfast; he sings an old eighties song in an awfully off pitch, which makes you smile into the cup and let him steal some of the coffee from it. The two of you have your breakfast against the view of New York City, which is starting to become more and more alive as the time goes on.

“Are you excited for today?” He asks you, leaning against the back of the couch – the two of you are seated on the floor behind it to watch the city scape.

“Honestly?” You take a pause to try to choose the right words. “The only reason I’m remotely excited about it is because I know you’re going to be there. Are you excited?” You nudge him with your shoulder as you give him a playful grin. “The Daniel Ricciardo is making his Met Gala debut; how does it feel to be a rookie again?”

“Ha-fucking-ha,” he mockingly laughs, rolling his eyes at the sound of your laugh getting louder with a small smile forming on his lips, “I am excited, and I think we’re both going to have a lovely night.”

Your laughter continues as you poke him on his cheek repeatedly, making him join you as he starts laughing. “Look at you, being all optimistic and stuff.”

He pulls you over his lap, which ends you half-way straddling his thighs as you rest your hands on his shirt clad chest. “I’m the personification of sunshine, and don’t you ever forget it.”

The rest of the morning is spent with hushed whispers shared between you two, lazily cleaning up the kitchen to the sounds of an old record you found in your parents’ attic and took it back with you to your apartment in New York. Daniel still tries to keep up with the lyrics of the sound in his awfully off-pitched voice, claiming that he is not hearing what you claim would make “the Phantom of the Opera cry.” It’s an awfully domestic scene, a routine the two of you have been perfecting for a while since meeting each other, but it’s interrupted when the two of you hear the front door open, followed by a; “You better be awake and ready to go because I am not dealing with traffic today.”

You smile knowingly at Daniel before calling out, “In the kitchen!”

“Hi, Rosa, you want some coffee?” Daniel asks the woman, who enters into the kitchen with an angry look on her face. He gives you a peck on your forehead and moves towards the coffee machine without waiting for her answer, since he anticipates it’s going to be affirmative.

“Oh, he’s good.” Rosa mumbles, pointing to the man who hands her the cup.

The two of you share another laugh as Daniel returns to his position behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “Are you okay, Rosa?” You ask her as you try to get some of the pastries you had earlier ready for her.

“People are particularly stupid this morning, it must be in the air.” Your assistant mutters as she digs into the croissant, sighing as she takes her first bite. “You are an angel; they should consider you for the Nobel prize at some point in the future.”

“The least I can do is feed you,” you shrug, jumping slightly when Daniel squeezes your waist ever so slightly as a reminder to take the compliment – you turn to give him a look which makes it very clear for him to see you rolling your eyes. “How many photographers are there downstairs?”

“I love it when she refers to them as photographers, don’t you?” Rosa asks Daniel, and then turns her attention to you to answer your question, “A lot, which is why I need you to go get dressed so we can be early for your last fitting.”

You begrudgingly leave Daniel’s arms as you make your way towards the stairs and warning the two, “Do not gossip about me when I’m gone.”

“Wouldn’t dare dream of it, sweetheart.” Daniel nods with fake seriousness, laughing as you roll your eyes at him and poke your tongue before running up the stairs to get ready.

After managing to get ready in record time and making sure you have all the necessities for the day, you go back downstairs to say goodbye to your boyfriend for the day. There is a heavy look in his eyes as he cups your cheeks between his hands and tilts your head back to take a good look in your eyes.

“Don’t forget to call me if you’re feeling overwhelmed, okay?” Daniel asks, which comes off more as an assurance rather than a question. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I do, Danny.” You assure him, hands gripping the front of his shirt. “I’ll see you at the carpet, right?”

“Yeah,” his whisper hitting your lips as he repeats, “I’ll see you at the carpet.” After he gives you a final sweet kiss on the lips, which is interrupted by Rosa screaming for you to be quick, there is a dopey grin on his lips as he watches you walk away. “Who are you going to be wearing, again?” He asks, leaning against the counter.

You roll your eyes at his attempt to learn more about your dress – both of you having agreed not to show each other what you’re going to be dressed in just to enjoy the mystery of it all, you only know the designers both of you are going to be dressed in. “I’ll be the one in Chanel!” You call out to him as you walk out the door.

It’s not that you hate getting ready, not at all. In fact, you love sitting in a chair for three consecutive hours without having to make any moves as the light is shining in your eye. You’re glad to endure the entire process with your team, though, who manage to make the time go faster by continuously talking to you and helping you take your mind off of the anxiety starting to form at the back of your mind. Not only do you have to get ready for one of the most publicly scrutinised events of the year, you’re going to be wearing a dress which you cannot, under any circumstances, spill something on or harm in any way – and the top it all off, your entire process of getting ready is being filmed for one of the most watched YouTube channels of the most famous fashion magazine. So yes, the anxiety you’re starting to feel is not displaced at all.

The makeup-hair-nail extravaganza is interrupted by a delivery, which Rosa doesn’t allow you to go receive at the door in your robe, so while she handles the delivery, you’re stuck with three pairs of curious eyes.

“I wonder who it could be from.” Rosa smiles covertly as she hands you the flowers and the small package that is wrapped up in a bag.

You try to appear cool in front of everyone – but fail miserably as you mumble, “I wouldn’t know, I haven’t read the card yet.” After placing the vase full of colourful flowers onto the table, you spot a card attached which you take off and hold it close to your chest in a playful manner as you read it out loud, “‘You’re my celebrity girl crush’”.

“Is that supposed to be an inside joke?” Mark whispers loudly to Rosa who’s standing next to him as he peruses his make-up bag to find the right colour for your blush.

“Oh who cares?” Your hair artist, Miranda, sighs behind you. “He sent her flowers! Open the box, open the box.”

You roll your eyes at their antics as you open the small box that was in the bag, revealing three thin gold bands, which are decorated by small diamonds. A gasp comes from the man next to you, who is shaking his head in approval as he points to the ring box. “Oh he’s good, they are gorgeous!”

“You know what they say,” you mumble, smiling softly, “all good things come in three’s.”

Rosa gives you a mischievous look, “Isn’t Daniel’s driver’s number three, Y/N?”

You can feel the blush coming onto your cheeks as you wave your assistant off and duck your head slightly to get away from the amused looks of your colleagues, “Stop it.”

After hours of preparation and shooting, followed by the task of getting you into your dress for the evening (which involved lacing up a very stubborn corset) and a round of “Should the hair be up or down”, you’re finally leave after completing the last touches of your look. You try your best at standing still as you let Miranda fasten the headpiece onto your hairdo, which she manages to complete pretty quickly. The trek to the car is chaotic to say the very least, but you manage to do your best as you walk through the doors of your hotel and smile at the flashing cameras and shouting fans while you walk to the van. Having to stand in the van in order not to damage the form of the dress you’re wearing, you think the worse part of the night is over – the only thing you have to do is meet Daniel on the carpet, pose, go up the stairs and enjoy the rest of the night; easy. Which is exactly why you end up close to losing your mind when the car suddenly stops moving.

“Oh my god, please tell me we didn’t just stop in the middle of the road.” Rosa mumbles from her seat.

You take a deep breath as you answer, “I’m sure we didn’t stop in the middle of the road–”

“There are protestors on the street, in front of the other car.” The driver replies from the front seat.

“Wh-who’s in the car front?” You ask Rosa, confused, as she furiously types away on her phone.

“Paris Hilton,” she mumbles, looking up at you, “I’m sure we’ll be there on time, just a bit delayed. I need you to keep calm, okay?”

The whine that leaves your lips has her looking at you worried, “I need– can you please give me my phone?”

She hands you your phone from her bag per your request, watching you struggle with your phone. “Y/N, do you need to take your medicine? Just to calm your nerves down a little bit?”

“No, they make me sleepy.” You mumble, finally finding his contact and calling him, “I’m fine I just need to tell Daniel.”

“Sweetheart.” His voice filling your ears as you take a deep breath. “Oh my god, you didn’t tell me how crazy it was in here!”

The excitement in his voice is enough to calm some of your nerves, “Yeah, you’re having fun?”

“Fun?” He exclaims, “I just saw Jared Leto come out of a cat suit, Y/N!”

“What?” You let out a breathy laughter, your eyes are on Rosa who is trying to talk to the driver. “That is crazy.”

“I know, I wish you were here to see it, too. Where are you anyway?”

“I– I’m stuck.” You confess, hand gripping the seat you’ve been using as support tighter.

“Stuck?” He asks, his voice conveying how confused he is. “Is everything okay? Where is Rosa?”

“She is here, Danny, there are protestors on the street so it looks like I’m going to be late.” Your eyes keep watching the scene around you with you trying to see whether the people are moving as your voice wavers at the end. “Paris Hilton is also late though, so at least we’ll be fashionably late together.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Daniel coos, his voice sounding so soothing to you, “don’t worry, okay? I’ll just wait for you down here.”

You let out a disagreeing hum. “They won’t let you; they need to have people move along so they can stick to the schedule.”

“Then I’ll just wait for you at the top of the stairs,” Daniel announces, “Kris Jenner did it for her kids, didn’t she?”

“I– What– ” You scramble to put the words together, making Rosa frown at you. “How do you even know that?”

“You obviously doubt my ability to keep up with the Kardashians, sweetheart. Now breath for me, will you?”

Daniel ends up staying with you on the phone until he is called up. You can tell he is hesitant to leave you, but you assure him that you’ll see him when you get there. Lucky for you, the crowd end up scattering and the car starts moving once again. You let out a relieved breath, but pray that no other complications arise until you make it to the Met. When the car stops again and Rosa informs you that you’ve made it to the location, you feel as if there is a big weight being lifted off your shoulders. You don’t even remember getting off the van and going inside or even stepping on to the carpet, but your short-lived dissociation is cut in half when you hear your name being shouted over and over again. You do your best to pose for every single camera even if the flashes are hurting your eyes once Rosa gently moves you along to help you onto the stairs, and you follow her as you pose for the las time looking over your shoulder with a wide smile – a pose you give every year, which the media dubbed as being yours and your mother manages to find new places to hang around the house after every year’s gala. You shoot Rosa a grateful look as she helps you move up the stairs by linking her arm with yours and lifting your dress for you to move more freely.

You’re almost out of breath when you reach the top of the stairs, but there is a smile on your face as you hear, “We have another bride, ladies and gentleman, another one!” You look around to the source of the voice a loud laugh escaping you when you locate it. Emma hums the Wedding March as you make your way over to her, also singing, “Here comes the bride.”

“It’s so good to see you again!” You smile at her, quickly giving her a hug. “Three years in a row? I’m so proud of you!”

“Oh stop it, I’m never going to keep this gig if I blush on camera!” Emma laughs, pointing to your outfit. “Obviously, we have another Chanel Bride here, but what can you tell us about your look today?”

“Well, it’s Bridal Chanel – from my mother’s collection actually. She decided to buy this for me before I was even born, so than you mom,” you tip your head to the camera and lift your fingers up in a mock salute, “sorry for not wearing it for my actual wedding.”

“Oh, no!” Emma gasps, “Was she angry with you for not saving it for your wedding?”

“I don’t think so?” You wave her off, laughing as you assure her, “We were looking at different looks to pull from the archives, and I always ask her opinion on these things, actually she was the one suggested it.”

She nods in understanding, smiling as she tips her microphone. “Well that’s a relief! What are your thoughts about this year’s theme for the Met Gala?”

You widen your eyes playfully, taking a moment to choose your words very wisely. “Yeah, I mean Karl was such a big influence in the fashion industry, but I think the important part about tonight’s theme is that creativity and fashion brings people together, and when people do come together beautiful things happen; that’s what I’m choosing to focus on.”

“That’s a beautiful way to put it actually,” Emma praises your answer, pointing to your hands as she asks, “And as a last question, what can you tell us about your jewellery? I mean I love all the bling you have on you right now.”

That manages to pull another laugh out of you, and you show the camera your hands for a moment as you answer her question. “The necklace was a wedding gift from my father to my mother, which is why it makes it so special; I think. As for the rings, most of them are mine but my boyfriend got me the gold ones, so they are very special as well”

“Well, thank you for answering a few questions for us tonight, and I hope you have a wonderful night!”

Right as you turn back to leave after saying goodbye to Emma and her team, your eyes lock with a very familiar set of brown eyes. The breath is knocked out of your lungs when you take in his attire, your legs taking you to his waiting arms in no time. You can’t help the giggle sneaking out of your mouth as you look up to him with a wide smile to match the one on his own face, “I am sending Thom Browne a thank-you card, and a fruit basket.”

“You like?” Daniel asks, raising a brow and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You let your fingers toy with the bowtie resting on his neck, “Oh, I love.”

His voice is smug as he lowers his voice, “I’m glad, sweetheart.”

“You in tweed does something to me,” you mumble, hands going over to feel the fabric of his jacket, “and don’t even get me started on the damn bowtie.”

“The bowtie is doing it for you?” Daniel laughs, and it is a full-bodied one where he throws his head back. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Do I look like I’m joking, honey?” You ask him in a deadpan voice. “I love this, I want you to wear this around the house, please.”

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Daniel nods. He takes your hands in his as he makes you twirl around for him to see your whole outfit, smiling at you boyishly when you face him again, “I was not expecting you to see you in a wedding dress when I woke up this morning.”

“Well, it’s Chanel.” You emphasise what you’ve told him earlier this morning, which he responds to by attempting to tickle you by your waist through the corset of your dress.

He tilts his head as he looks at you without any hint of joking, but his voice is the opposite as he asks, “Hey, you wanna get married after this?”

“Yeah sure, can I still take you home tonight afterwards?”

“You can always take me home, sweetheart.” He wiggles his eyebrows, pulling get another giggle from you. “Now, before we go inside and lose ourselves in all the food and the alcohol, is it going to ruin your makeup if I kiss you?”

You raise your eyebrows as you playfully smile at him. “I might not make it through tonight if you don’t kiss me right now, honey.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” he murmurs, pulling you towards himself with the help of his hands on your waist, and capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss. His lips are unbelievably soft, you realise, as your eyes close and suddenly all you care about the man in your eyes. The camera flashes doesn’t slow down the way Daniel kisses you, it’s one of those kisses he gives you when the two of you see each other after it’s been a while. A groan rumbles from the back of your throat when he scrapes his teeth against your lower lip, the pad of his thumb and his pointer finger angling your chin to give him a better access. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he pulls away, leaving you chasing after his lips while they touch yours as he speaks in a low voice, “I told you; you shouldn’t have doubted my ability to keep up with the Kardashians.”

You let out a breathy chuckle as you mumble, “Just kiss me, idiot,” and pull him in another kiss by his neck.

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confession

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: one confession changes everything.

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of guns, bombs, blood & violence

word count: 5.5k

a/n: dun dun dunnnnnn. i hope y'all are hungry for drama, bc that's exactly what i whipped up. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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The second you burst through the door to Billy’s office, three sets of eyes were immediately on you. A look of pure annoyance settled on Frank’s face when he saw that you had directly disobeyed his order to wait in the truck, and he instantly began to stalk over towards you while grunting under his breath.

“I told you to wait in the-“

Something in your eyes must have caught his attention, because Frank abruptly stopped dead in his tracks and the irritation plastered on his face quickly shifted into a look you weren’t familiar with seeing on his hardened features.

Fear.

The movement of someone hastily rising from their chair caught your eye, and your lethal gaze completely bypassed Billy’s evident look of surprise to land on the culprit of your imminent wrath.

“Y/N, oh thank God. Where the hell have you been? Everyone has been looking for you for-“

Crack.

The moment your fist collided with Steven’s face, pain shot through your knuckles, and you tore your hand away as if you had touched a hot stove top, clutching your hand to your chest with a tight grimace on your face as you groaned.

“Oh, fuck!”

Billy’s dark brows rose significantly up his forehead, and his jaw went slack in astonishment. Frank’s eyes nearly doubled in size as he gawked at you in complete shock. Below you, Steven was on the ground, holding his nose and groaning in agony as deep streams of crimson slipped through his fingers.

“Jesus fucking Christ! What the fuck was that for?”

“It was you, you son of a bitch!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about-”

“No I don’t, what the fuck is your problem? You on your period or something, that why you’re acting so fucking crazy?”

Steven’s words only fueled your rage and made you completely blindsided by your own anger. You weren’t thinking clearly, and when Billy came around his desk to stand beside you to assess the situation, you reached out to quickly pull his gun from his holster to aim it directly at Steven, whose expression of exasperation swiftly morphed into pure panic as he stared up at the barrel of the gun in your hand.

Billy immediately lept into action, grabbing onto your wrist tightly with his right hand to push the gun’s barrel away from Steven’s face while his left hand gripped onto your arm to lock it in place.

“Whoa whoa whoa, easy, darlin’.”

Behind you, Frank’s boots thudded heavily against the floor in a rush, and you soon felt the heat of his palm against your lower back through the thin material of your shirt. His other large hand reached over Billy’s to grip onto the barrel of the gun, keeping you from pointing it where you wanted to. Normally being so close to Frank that you could feel the tickle of his warm breath against your ear would’ve sent a shiver trickling down your spine, but the fury you felt seemed to singe every nerve ending that would’ve otherwise been affected by the juxtaposition of his gruff voice pleading gently with you.

“Easy, sweetheart. Gimme the gun. Whatever you think you wanna do right now, you don’t.”

“I want him to admit it.”

Steven swallowed thickly as you spit your venom at him through gritted teeth. Your eyes hadn’t left his once since they locked onto him when you stepped into Billy’s office. He wiped the blood lingering above his thin top lip with the sleeve of his shirt, staining the crisp white fabric a deep shade of maroon, and raised both of his hands slowly in a show of surrender as he stared up at you in trepidation.

“Y/N…whatever you think I did-“

“I don’t think. I know. You’re behind the Defenders of Freedom. All of this shit-all the people that have been hurt, all the people that have died-I almost died because of you.”

Steven let out a nervous chuckle as he shook his head slowly, moving to sit up on his knees as he stared up at you in bewilderment.

“What? That’s…that’s crazy. I was attacked by them. I don’t know why you would-“

Before he could utter another lie, you lifted your phone in your other hand that wasn’t still gripping onto the gun and started playing the recording you had, causing the entire room to go silent.

“Price! We got a fucking problem here! You said she was supposed to be alone, man. Well she’s not fucking alone! Someone’s fucking here and they’re-“

Cavella’s voice was cut off by the sound of bullets ricocheting around your kitchen. Steven’s eyes went wide with terror once you stopped the recording, a look of fear flashing through them that you had only ever seen Frank bring out in him. That look had power surging through your veins; to finally have that sense of strength over a man who had tried to make you feel small and brittle the entire duration of your relationship. It was intoxicating to be able to stare down into his petrified gaze.

Frank and Billy both immediately went rigid once the recording stopped. Billy’s look of concern for you all of a sudden morphed into an accusatory glare as he slowly turned his head to look down at Steven. One by one, he untangled his fingers from around your wrist and let go of your arm, turning to face Steven fully and stare him down as he towered over him.

“Frank, let go.”

“Bill-“

“Let her have it.”

“She don’t know how to use it-“

“She’s about to learn.”

The icy edge to Billy’s voice momentarily suspended your anger, and your lips parted slightly, noticing the look of pure disdain clenched in his jaw. Frank slowly came into view beside you, his large hand still clamped around the barrel of the gun, and when you turned to look at him, you could see the anger and concern clashing in his eyes. A muscle feathered in his jaw as he stared into your eyes, the internal battle displayed in the reflection of his almost like a play. You could see his hesitation to let go as much as you could see his own desire to follow Billy’s direction.

Glancing down at his own hand on the gun, his brows furrowed slightly, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Billy. Giving you one final look, he let out a deep exhale through his large nose, relinquishing his hold on the gun and removing his hand from your lower back to take a step backwards to give you some space. He immediately turned his body to face forward, staring down at Steven with a menacing glare while his index and middle finger twitched at his sides. Flickering your eyes over towards Billy, he gave you a subtle nod of encouragement before focusing his attention back on Steven.

Sucking in a sharp inhale, you fixated your gaze back on Steven and aimed the gun at him again with more confidence this time. It felt foreign holding a gun for the first time, and it was heavier than you expected, but the weight of the weapon in your hand was nothing compared to the weight of knowing all the hell you had endured the past several months were because of the man on his knees in front of you.

“I wanna hear you admit it.”

Steven’s eyes desperately flickered between the three of you. It was clear he wasn’t getting any sympathy from Frank or Billy, but he was still egotistical enough to think he had some kind of hold on you that he could use to his advantage. He shook his head quickly as he reached a shaky hand out towards you.

“Y/N, this is all a huge misunderstanding. Look, I asked those guys to look after you because-“

“I don’t want any bullshit, Steven. I want the truth. Cavella outed himself and Walker about being involved with the bombings. They weren’t there to look after me, they were there to kidnap me. Why? First you tried to have me killed, and then kidnapped-“

“Whoa whoa, no. That is not at all what was supposed to happen-“

“Then what was supposed to happen, Steven?”

“You weren’t supposed to antagonize them! The only reason you became a target is because you pissed them off! If you hadn’t been so fucking-“

Billy took a swift step forward and backhanded Steven across the face, glaring down at him with his lips set in a hard line.

“I would watch the way you talk to someone pointin’ a fuckin’ gun at you, dipshit.”

Steven clenched his jaw with a wince as he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a frustrated exhale.

“Fuckin’ figures you’d be behind this shit. Bombs are a cowards weapon, and that’s exactly what you fuckin’ are.”

Frank’s voice was dangerously low and absolutely dripping with unfiltered hatred.

“I never hurt anyone. No one was ever supposed to get hurt at all. Look, Cavella and Walker had this group of vets that were already causing a lot of trouble. I…I thought I could use them to my advantage. I made them a deal that if they would do exactly as I said when I said, I’d fund them and keep them hidden and out of prison.”

“How exactly does a homegrown terrorist group advantage you?”

Steven sighed in frustration as he stared up at you, dropping his hands by his sides. The look of indignation in his eyes made your blood feel like molten lava in your veins. You had seen that look countless times when you were together. It was an expression he gave you when he felt like he was pointing out something obvious to you, or felt the need to mansplain something he thought you weren’t intelligent enough to figure out on your own.

“It would’ve helped me win the election.”

Complete disbelief was shot throughout your entire nervous system like a shockwave as you blanched at him with a curt, humorless laugh.

“You’re fucking joking. You murdered people-“

“No. I didn’t do that. Cavella and Walker were just supposed to blow up a few buildings and make a few stupid threats that I could use as a talking point for my campaign. They were gonna threaten me publically, and that was gonna gain me sympathy points in the polls. They already had a few guys lined up to take the fall for everything, and it was all gonna go down the week before the election. Can you imagine the votes I’d get for taking down a terrorist group? I’d win by a fucking landslide.”

“You are un-fucking-believable.”

“Look, I’ll admit, they got out of hand, alright? I told you, no one was supposed to get hurt at all. Politics is messy. Sometimes you do things you’re not proud of-“

“You’re really trying to excuse what you did-“

“I made a mistake, Y/N. I was trying to fix it-“

“How does kidnapping me fix it?”

Steven dragged his palms down his face in complete exasperation as he shook his head with a dry laugh.

“I knew a journalist was attacking them in the media but I didn’t realize it was you. I tried to tell Cavella and Walker you were off limits, but they didn’t wanna hear it. I mean, you taunted them relentlessly in the media. So, I agreed to let them kidnap you, but they weren’t actually gonna hurt you. I told them if they did, I’d pull their funding and expose them. They were just supposed to scare you into shutting up-”

Before you had a chance to react, Frank surged forward and struck his fist across Steven’s face hard, sending him flying two feet away from where he was sitting on his knees. When Frank moved to advance towards Steven to unleash more of his rage, Billy thrust his arm across Frank’s chest to halt his movements.

“Let her finish.”

Your eyes widened at the force Frank had knocked Steven back with. You watched as Steven curled up onto his side, his hand hovering over the fresh gash Frank’s knuckles had torn into his cheek, and you grimaced slightly at the pool of blood leaking past his lips. Steven let out a frustrated yell of pain while clutching at his face.

“Fuck! God…none of this even fucking matters anymore, alright? We have a bigger problem. Someone else knew about Cavella and Walker showing up to Y/N’s place and killed them, and I would think she would be more concerned that they’re still out there somewhere-”

“I did.”

Steven paused his furious rant to look up at Frank, his bloodied face twisted up in absolute confusion.

“What?”

Frank took a bold step forward, his eyes wild with restrained fury, and his top lip curled up slightly in a menacing snarl as he grit his words out at Steven.

“I killed ‘em.”

Steven blinked a few times in pure dumbfoundment. The puzzlement swimming in his eyes seemed to swirl like a hurricane into a pool of fear before settling into a tide of anger. As he glared between Frank and Billy, he pointed an accusatory bloody finger towards Frank.

“You…you ruined everything! I staged my car being blown up so Homeland would pull you away from her. If you had fucking done as you were told this would’ve all been over in two weeks! You weren’t supposed to be there-”

“Well that’s your fuckin’ stupid ass mistake thinkin’ I would ever leave her alone.”

Frank was beyond seething at this point, and the boom of his voice echoed in Billy’s office like a loud clap of thunder. But it wasn’t the volume of his words that made you shiver; it was the truth you heard in them.

Something about Steven’s argument piqued your curiosity, and you stared down at him with narrowed eyes.

“Wouldn’t exposing them also expose you?”

Steven scoffed at your question like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

“No, I’m not stupid. I paid them in cash. We only exchanged information verbally, or through a burner phone, so there was nothing tying me to them. If they even tried, I would’ve buried them in charges.“

Your brows furrowed slightly at his implication, letting out a dry laugh as you watched him spit out blood.

“You mean you would’ve falsified files to get them locked away to hide your own dirty secrets?”

“I’ve been doing it my entire career. You really think I haven’t lost a case because I’m that good? Come on, no lawyer has that string of luck.”

Every dark revelation coming from Steven’s mouth only made your blood blaze even hotter. You momentarily dropped the gun by your side, taking a few steps over towards Steven with a look of absolute fury in your eyes while you smiled humorlessly.

“I can’t tell you how much I’m going to fucking enjoy watching you burn for this. Guess I’ll be writing about you after all.”

Steve let out a deep laugh, showcasing his bloodstained teeth in a cocky smile as he looked up at you.

“Princess, have you forgotten who I am? Who my father is? None of this is coming back to me. I told you, I have no direct ties to those overzealous psychos. That little recording you have only proves I sent two officers to watch out for my ex-girlfriend that was in danger. There’s no proof I knew they were involved. And even with your two little witnesses here, it’s all circumstantial evidence. No one is gonna believe you. You have nothing.”

“I’d say we have a confession.”

Steven rolled his eyes as he turned his head to look up at Billy, that nauseating smirk plastered over his lips.

“Not exactly how a confession works, pretty boy. This would all be hearsay, if it even made it to court.”

Billy arched one of his dark brows, his deep obsidian eyes narrowing slightly with a sparkle of mischief shining in them as his lips stretched into a wolfish grin. He suddenly held up his phone that displayed a recording that was still currently going.

“Is it?”

Steven’s smirk instantly disappeared realizing that Billy had been silently capturing the entire conversation. Showcasing a victorious smirk of his own, Billy pressed the button to stop the recording and slipped his phone into his pocket.

Frank’s face was still contorted in barely contained rage while glaring down at Steven as he barked a command.

“Names. Now.”

Steven swallowed thickly looking up at Frank, glancing between him and Billy in a newfound alarm.

“Okay…look…I’ll give you everything. If…if we can work something out-“

Frank stalked over towards Steven and grabbed him by his neck, lifting him up like a rag doll and shoving him against the wall so hard, it indented the wall in Billy’s office.

“We ain’t workin’ nothin’ out ‘cept whether you leave this goddamn office breathin’ or not, you got that? Now you can gimme those fuckin’ names, or I’ll tear ‘em outta you.”

Steven gripped onto Frank’s arms with both hands tightly, coughing from the restricted airflow, his ridiculous shoes thrashing against the wall from where Frank had him suspended above the floor.

“Cavella…was in…charge. Walker…was his…partner…I-addresses. I have… addresses…phone numbers…left pocket-“

Frank reached into Steven’s pocket with his free hand, pulling the burner phone out to toss in Billy’s direction. Billy quickly caught it and opened it, and after a few moments of searching through it, snapped it shut with a nod.

“Got it.”

Frank let go of Steven's neck, letting him collapse onto the floor in front of his boots, the corner of his mouth curling up into a snarl as Steven was sent into a coughing fit trying to catch his breath.

“Pull the trigger, darlin’.”

All three of your heads snapped in Billy’s direction, but he was only looking at you. Your lips parted slightly in surprise, glancing between Steven’s horrified eyes and Billy’s calm ones.

“What? We…we have his confession-“

Billy crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against his desk, nodding in your direction.

“We got a confession, but he could say it was coerced, and we got nothin’ else to pin to him. There’s a very real chance daddy could save the day on this one. You wanna risk that?”

A crease of confusion furrowed between your brows, and Billy’s features took on a more serious expression.

“We’ll back you. It would be cut and dry self defense.”

A look of astonishment blanketed your face when you realized what Billy was offering.

He wanted you to kill Steven.

Your eyes immediately went wide, and you looked over at Frank, hoping to see the same shock that was shining in your own eyes, but you didn’t find that.

Frank was staring at you in that same clash of hesitation and wrath, but you couldn’t detect a single ounce of disagreement with Billy’s offer. A sudden chill nipped at the back of your neck, and you slowly started to shake your head. Frank took a cautious step towards you, reaching out for your hand still holding onto the gun.

“You ain’t gotta do it. Lemme have it.”

“Frank-“

“Give it to me, and go wait in the truck.”

Your brows knit together in perplexity and disappointment as you stared between him and Billy, shaking your head adamantly.

“No.”

“Sweetheart-“

“No! He needs to pay for what he’s done. He and the others need to rot in prison. They need to spend the rest of their miserable lives in a tiny cell, knowing they’ll never get out. That’s what they deserve. They don’t just get to die and get it over with. They’re not getting away with it-“

“No one said they were, darlin’. Give Frank the gun.”

“He’s going to prison.”

Billy stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression. Letting out an exhale through his nose, he nodded his head slightly in acceptance and straightened out his tie.

“If that’s what you want.”

Clutching onto the handle of the gun tightly, you glanced between Billy and Frank, noticing the polar difference in their expressions. Billy seemed calm and collected while Frank looked like he was seconds away from unleashing his wrath on Steven. Despite the power the two of them held, the decision was yours.

“Call Homeland.”

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Watching Steven getting hauled away in handcuffs should’ve filled you with a sense of relief, but as you sat in the large conference room alone and watched Homeland agents scramble around the building through the floor to ceiling glass walls, there was a feeling of unease twisting your stomach into anxious knots.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a woman with shoulder length chocolate curls and espresso tinted eyes pushed open the door to the conference room. Her gaze was somewhat intense, and captivating, but there was a tight smile on her lips when she approached you and held out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I’m agent Dinah Madani with Homeland Security. I’ve been working on your case.”

Reaching your hand out to take hers, you noticed she had a firm grasp. When you made the connection with her words in your head, a tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“You’re Frank’s friend.”

Dinah lifted one of her perfectly arched dark brows in playful curiosity as a more candid and genuine soft smile graced her lips.

“Friend is a…strong word. But for all intents and purposes, sure.”

She gave you a knowing look, and you simply nodded in silent understanding as the tiny smile pulling at the edge of your mouth reached the center of your lips. Dinah took a seat beside you and leaned back in the chair slightly, letting out a deep exhale as her gaze flickered between the agents currently interviewing Billy and Frank before landing back on you with a softer expression.

“You know…what you did, it was brave. Incredibly reckless, to taunt two psychopaths with loaded guns and a hobby of blowing shit up, but brave. And extremely clever.”

That lingering sensation of dread crept up your spine again, causing you to shudder. The weight of the past few months, and the last seventy-two hours especially, bubbled in your stomach like bile threatening to erupt. There was a question that had been echoing in your head for the past forty-five minutes, one you were afraid to know the answer to.

“Is it enough?”

Dinah tilted her head to the side slightly as she stared over at you, her dark brows twinged with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“The recordings…his confession…is it enough?”

Hearing the worriment that trembled in your voice, Dinah’s features softened as the blurriness of your apprehension finally became clear, and she understood exactly what you were asking. She reached a hand over to firmly place on top of yours and leaned in so that she was staring directly into your eyes while she spoke in a strong and confident tone.

“I will personally make sure this son of a bitch goes down, and goes down hard. I don’t care if his father is richer than God, Steven Price is going to pay for what he did. They all will. I promise.”

There was a quiet ferocity to Dinah, and you got the impression that she was a woman with zero tolerance for bullshit, but despite her intensity, she made you feel relaxed. It almost reminded you of your early interactions with Frank.

“Thank you.”

The blazing passion in her eyes cooled off the tiniest bit when you said that, and you got the feeling those were two words she didn’t hear often. Before Dinah could respond, the door to the conference room creaked open, and that fire was burning brightly in her eyes once again as she stared down the intruder. You thought she might have been glaring at Frank for some reason, but when you looked over your shoulder, you were surprised to see it was Billy.

He stood on the opposite side of the table with his hands in his pockets, looking at Dinah with a faint smirk on his lips that almost looked arrogant, and a rogue twinkle in his eyes.

“Madani.”

Dinah sat up straighter in her seat as she stared intently over at Billy, not even bothering to plaster a cordial smile on her lips.

“Russo.”

There was a tension lingering between the two of them like a dense and heavy fog, and your eyes darted between them in total curiosity. Billy cleared his throat and squared his shoulders as he gestured towards you with his chin.

“Mind if I have a word with her alone?”

Instead of answering him, Madani turned her attention towards you, raising one of her brows in silent questioning. After giving her a subtle nod, she looked over at Billy warily out of the corner of her eye and let out a heavy exhale through her nose, giving you a nod of her own and rising from her seat.

“I’ll be outside.”

As she made her way over towards the conference door to leave, her and Billy’s eyes were locked on one another in an almost strained staring contest. But while Billy’s eyes reflected amusement, Madani stared at Billy in a look that resembled…suspicion. Once it was just you and Billy in the room, you looked over at him in complete puzzlement with an arched brow.

“What did you do to piss off Homeland Security?”

Billy let out a dark chuckle as he rounded the long, deep mahogany conference table, unbuttoning his suit jacket to take a seat next to you.

“We uh…used to date.”

For some reason, that confession caught you off guard. It was hard to picture someone like Billy with someone like Madani. Granted, she was just as attractive as he was, but their personalities seemed so…different. Glancing down at your hands, you let out a dry and humorless short laugh.

“I guess you really fucked up.”

Billy’s sharp features contorted into a look of faux offense, but the grin on his lips gave away his true feelings.

“What makes you so sure it was my fault?”

Turning your head slightly to give him a pointed look, he let out a deep chuckle and nodded as he leaned back in the chair and glanced around the empty conference room.

“Fair enough.”

Staring down at your hand that you had punched Steven with, you noticed that your knuckles had begun to swell, and the skin was changing into the early shades of a bruise. So much adrenaline had been coursing through your body, you hadn’t felt any pain at all until now. You could barely tighten your fingers into a weak fist without feeling a sharp tenderness, and there was dried blood around the stitches in your palm from clutching the gun so tightly.

A gun that Billy had wanted you to pull the trigger on.

“I wasn’t going to shoot him.”

“I know. You couldn’t have even if you wanted to.”

Shifting your gaze to look over at Billy in total confusion, there was a small smile on his lips as he looked back at you. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to the side while gazing softly at you.

“The safety was on.”

All of a sudden, everything clicked.

That’s why Frank let go of the gun.

He had seen that the safety was on and knew you couldn’t do any damage. A surprised scoff left your lips as you shook your head slowly while all these new pieces fit into the puzzle. But as you ran your fingers through your hair with your uninjured hand, there was one question that was still missing an answer. You turned your head to stare at Billy inquisitively.

“Then why did you say-”

Billy shook his head and leaned over in his seat closer towards you, resting his elbows on his thighs.

“I was just tryin’ to scare him. He spent months terrorizin’ you, I thought it was only fair we scare the shit outta him too. I’m sorry if I took it too far, darlin’. But, I knew you wouldn’t do it, even if the safety wasn’t on.”

The way he said that with such conviction struck something within you, and you sat up a little straighter as you furrowed your brows slightly.

“What makes you say that?”

Billy instantly picked up on the challenging tone lacing your question, and he let out a light chuckle while looking at you with one of his dark brows arched.

“Besides the fact you don’t know how to use a gun?”

He took a moment to let his teasing words linger in the space between you, letting out an amused snort at the way you pursed your lips and lifted your brows defiantly.

“Cause that ain’t you, darlin’. Besides, Frank wouldn’t let you do somethin’ like that. He woulda done it himself to keep your conscience clear.”

As if on cue, Frank pushed through the door of the conference room with an ice pack in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. He glanced between you and Billy, his dark brows slightly knit together before his gaze landed on you, and he gestured loosely with the ice pack.

“Thought you might need this for that right hook, Rocky.”

Billy threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh while you struggled to fight the grin that threatened to take over your lips as you glanced down at your slightly swollen hand. Billy stood up from the chair and buttoned his suit jacket, lightly squeezing your shoulder.

“That was impressive. Remind me to never piss you off.”

While Billy left the conference room to speak to some of the guys that worked for him, Frank took his previous spot in the chair next to you and set the ice pack and first aid kit on the table.

“Lemme see.”

Letting out a soft sigh, you slowly placed your hand into his larger one and winced as he gingerly brushed his thumb over your bruised knuckles.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Are we lookin’ at the same thing?”

There was a faint teasing tone to his words, and as you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, you realized it was because he had repeated your own back to you. You were suddenly brought back to the night at the bar when you had been in this exact same scenario with Frank, only now the roles were reversed. Now he was the one patching up your hand.

A smile bloomed across your lips like the first delicate bud in spring knowing that he remembered that. Frank always remembered the little things.

“Alright, fine. It’s bad.”

Frank turned your hand over carefully, swabbing at the dried blood around your stitches with an alcohol wipe which caused you to hiss from the sting, and elicited a quiet apology from him. To both of your surprise, you hadn’t ripped open your stitches. Frank applied some antibiotic cream to your stitches and gently placed the ice pack over your swollen knuckles, the icy chill instantly offering a little bit of relief to the throbbing under your angry and taut skin.

But it was the way that Frank tenderly held your wrist with his other free hand as he held the ice pack to your bruised knuckles that a heated shiver tumbling down your back.

“Be sore for a few days, but it ain’t broken.”

Frank lifted his head to look at you, his eyes faintly narrowed as he cocked his head to the side and studied you curiously.

“I thought you said you ain’t ever hit anyone before?”

A look of sheer puzzlement blanketed your own features while looking back at Frank, unsure of the implications behind his question.

“I haven’t.”

Frank’s thick brows lifted up his forehead a few centimeters in surprise as his deep brown eyes wandered over you, a soft chuckle leaving him as he shook his head slowly and looked back down at your hand.

“Coulda fooled me. Hell of a fuckin’ hit for your first try.”

His voice was dripping with pride, and that coupled with the tiny grin on his lips filled you with a giddiness that made the pain in your hand almost disappear.

But all at once, that giddiness disappeared when a chilling revelation washed over you like a bucket of unforgiving ice water.

The Defenders of Freedom had been caught. Steven was going to stand trial, and eventually be sent to prison.

And there wasn’t a reason for Frank to be your bodyguard anymore.

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