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the skz house: ch 24

a/n: thank you @bahablastplz for editing!

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Of Changbin and Roses

You slowly tiptoe up the stairs behind a shirtless Chan, hardly able to see anything without the light on. He stopped you from flipping the switch on your way up, whispering that it’s safer this way. He’s right—you can’t alert anyone of your being together like this. It feels like the two of you have broken yet another rule in this house and you worry that it is going to spin out of control.

You have both of your hands wrapped around one of his, holding on tightly. You tell yourself it’s so you don’t fall, but you’re really just trying to maintain what little physical contact you have left with him after what took place in the kitchen.

You remained bent over the counter with Chan laying on your back, uncomfortable under his weight but not wanting to move. He showered the back of your shoulder in kisses before finally withdrawing himself. He then promptly removed his shirt to tenderly clean you and himself off.

At the start of your time in the SKZ house, you would have never imagined such a tender moment like that to happen with him.

He discarded the shirt in the trash while you put the water bottles in the fridge and when he returned to you, the look on his face nearly broke you. His expression was caught somewhere between wanting to smile at you and feeling distraught. You knewthe exact feeling. All you could do was hug him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you.

“For what?” you asked.

“Being selfish. This isn’t fair to you.”

You squeezed him tighter.

“Does it ever occur to you that I need you just as much?”

“I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It is. And I do, Chan. But I don’t want to get in the way of your future or come between you and your family. I could never ask you to make a choice like that.”

“Maybe you should.”

His reply was so soft, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly. He leaned back from the embrace and hooked a finger under your chin to tilt your head up.

“Do you know what I would choose?”

With your eyes locked on his, you felt like your heart was going to burst. In all of your time spent with him, he held the power. In that one quick moment, you felt it shift over to you. The weight of his words held you captive, frozen, you couldn’t say anything back. You weren’t sure you wanted him to confirm the answer, but deep down you knew it.

The silence after that still looms over both of you on your way up the stairs. You reach the third floor all too soon and Chan stops in front of Changbin’s door. Before you can even think about having to let go of his hand, he has your back pressed against the wall. He cups your face in his hands and kisses you softer than ever before. His tongue licks at your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You part your lips and allow him to enter, gliding your tongue along his. Your mouths move in perfect unison as you both remain careful not to make any loud sounds for fear of someone hearing.

“Fuck, y/n,” he says quietly when he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “You have to stop this.”

“Stop what?” you ask, reaching up to caress the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“If I can’t leave you alone…if you won’t ask me to choose…you have to stop letting me ruin you.”

Ruin. This is the second time he’s compared your situation to complete and utter destruction. However, the first time he questioned if you were trying to ruin him. Now he believes his actions will lead to your downfall?

“Chan, you’re not—”

“I am.” His tone is hushed, but sharp.

You press your lips together in a firm line. Partially so that you don’t snap at him when you need to remain quiet, but also because…he might be right.

He kisses your forehead and takes a small step back. With his plea and this one gesture, it’s like he’s put an entire ocean between you. You start to take a step towards him, but he shakes his head and backs away again.

“Go to sleep.”

You grit your teeth as you feel needle pricks in your eyes and quickly turn around to open Changbin’s door. You step inside and shut it softly behind you without sparing another look at Chan. You press your ear against the door and wait until you hear his footsteps retreat. When you’re certain he’s left, you walk across the room and throw yourself onto your bed. You grab a pillow and hug it to your chest, cuddling up against it in the fetal position. You don’t bother to get beneath the blankets. No amount of warmth from fabric can take away the chill you’re feeling, being away from him right now.

You want to give yourself to Chan in all ways, no matter the damage it does to you. His actions and words tonight confirm that he feels the same. When he fucks you, you feel every single emotion he has for you and you know, without a doubt, that he cares about you. But how can he ask you to make him choose between you and his future and his family? Why is he choosing now to give you so much power over what happens to you both? And if you can’t ask him to choose, then it’s somehow your responsibility to end the lingering torment that follows the two of you like a shadow.

When he revealed his true feelings in Miami, you had a feeling you would have to be the stronger one in the end. But right now, it’s starting to feel like an impossible task.

Over the next few days, you go about your regular schedule and default back to operating on autopilot. Class. Home. Cook. Clean. Homework. Sleep. Repeat. Knowing Chan’s schedule, you do your very best to avoid seeing him again. As long as you can keep some distance from him, neither of you will falter. You even make up an assignment that ‘requires’ you to spend most of your time in the den, opting to have most of your meals in there so you can ‘finish it’.

The night in the kitchen starts to feel like maybe you dreamt it, but the next time you’re in the same room as Chan, your eyes are instinctively drawn to him. He looks back at you and your eyes lock for a brief second before you both look away. And you know it was real.

You both can’t carry on like this. You’ll be back with him soon and you’ll be forced to address what you last talked about. But, for now, you can put off that discussion while you sort through your thoughts.

On Sunday night, you decide to stay with Changbin. Over the last three days with him, you’ve started to see a different side to him. While he is genuinely an extremely silly man, he’s also caring, wise, and well-grounded in who he is as a person. He knows what he stands for—he’s a man of principle.

You find yourself crawling into bed with him for the first time, determined to stick a pin in the whirlwind of emotions you’ve been experiencing the past week. Unlike with Seungmin, you choose not to bring your own blanket this time and slide underneath his instead. He watches you get situated with a look of amusement on his face.

“Comfortable?” he asks when you finally lay on your side, facing him.

“As much as I can be,” you reply, before adding with a smirk, “you should step your sheet game up, though. Hyunjin likes Egyptian cotton.”

Changbin furrows his brow and promptly grabs his phone from his nightstand. He unlocks it and the light from the screen casts a blue glow on his face.

“Bixby, add Egyptian cotton sheets to my shopping list.”

You turn onto your back, shaking your head as you look up at the ceiling. His phone confirms it’s been added to the list.

“You’re too much,” you say with a smile.

“Never too much when it comes to love,” he teases, locking his phone and setting it back on the nightstand.

His words ring throughout your head. Prior to this experience you may have agreed with that statement. But if there’s anything you have learned, it’s that there is such a thing as too much when it comes to love. Although, you can’t say with full certainty that you love Chan. How could you? He’s been hot and cold with you from day one. When he’s hot and loving, it’s the best feeling in the world and that’s what you yearn for more of. However, when he’s cold it makes you feel awful. That can’t be love.

“You okay?” Changbin asks after you’ve remained silent for too long.

“Just trying to come to terms with graduation and the reality of what comes next,” you shrug, as if you’re not currently in an ongoing battle between your head and heart.

You want to be open with Changbin. Everything about him invites you to confess your deepest, darkest secrets and get his honest feedback. But this involves Chan, so you can’t. You’re thankful, though, that both Changbin and Seungmin are easy to talk to. It’s made this rotation a lot more bearable.

“Are you familiar with the Theory of Simulacrum?”

You turn your head and blink at him. He’s minoring in philosophy and always has a convoluted theory up his sleeve.

“You know I’m not, Changbin.”

“Have you ever been to Disney?”

You nod.

“You know the feeling you get when you’re there?” he continues, “Like you’re in a completely different reality. And when you make it back to the parking lot, it feels surreal…empty almost. It feels like your true reality is now wrong.”

You continue to nod, showing that you’re following along but you’re not sure where he’s going with this.

“What you’re going through right now, living here, is the simulation. It’s easy to fall into the belief that this is real. You have some kind of structure in schedules, relationships, a man—or men—that care for you, provide for you, and you do the same for them, right?”

You nod slowly once again, pushing away the sting of him insinuating that this experience fake.

“Are you following me?” he asks.

You turn your head towards him again.

“I’m honestly not sure, Bin.”

He chuckles at your candor.

“Who was your best friend in elementary school?” he asks.

The question throws you for a loop.

“Her name was Brooke,” you tell him.

“And what happened with her?”

“We went to separate middle schools…I don’t think I ever saw her again.”

“And how do you feel when you think of her now?”

You turn on your side to face him again.

“Nostalgic, but happy I guess.”

“You probably felt like you were going to be friends forever—that was the reality you were in, at that time. This isn’t any different, if you think about it.”

“Well…I wasn’t fucking her.”

He lets out a loud laugh at your response and you can’t help but laugh with him.

“Let’s talk about something else. Your theory is going to make my head hurt.”

He places his hand on your waist, and you tense up for a second before telling yourself to relax. He pulls you closer to him and turns so he’s lying on his back now. He moves his hand from your waist up to your head and guides it down to his shoulder. You allow yourself to snuggle up against him. It feels nice to just be held right now.

“You’re softer to lay on than I thought,” you tell him.

“Are you calling me squishy?” He sounds slightly offended.

“I would never,” you reply sarcastically.

He takes his arm that’s draped around you and brings it up to your head. He flexes his biceps and presses your head against his, now also flexed, pecs. Pinning you against him.

“I work out seven days a week—I’m rock solid, y/n.”

Your body shakes with laughter as you try to wiggle out of his tight embrace. After a moment, he lets you go.

“That’s a different kind of kink I don’t think I’m into, sorry.”

“Your loss,” he shrugs.

You enter the second and final week of the rotation feeling more comfortable and at ease with your assignees. Neither Seungmin nor Changbin have tried anything to make you uncomfortable. No one told you to get on your knees and you take some relief in that.

On Tuesday you stay back after class and walk to the baseball field to watch Seungmin practice. He’s in his element running around the diamond. When it’s his turn to practice pitching, he points to you in the stands before hurling the ball forward. He almost always gets a strike. He’s good. But you won’t tell him that and boost his ego even more.

Back at the house, he goes straight to the bathroom for a shower, and you help Rhiannon with dinner. You serve Changbin at the table, then head upstairs to Seungmin. He asks you to use a massage gun on his back, arms and calves. Seeing how hard he practiced, you have no problem assisting. He lays there with his eyes closed, only moving and wincing when you hit a particularly sore area.

When you’re done, you set the massage gun down on his dresser and sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he meticulously stretches. It still surprises you how physically fit he is for being so slender—you’d never usually guess it from the oversized clothing he so often wears.

Your time with him and Changbin hasn’t magically erased what’s going on between you and Chan, but as you’ve grown comfortable with them, in the same way that you are with Hyunjin, you’ve started to wonder if you could be open to more. And the clock is ticking. Before you go back to Chan, you have the sudden urge to test the damage that’s been done to your physical desires. You will, after all, have to move on when you leave this house and be open to physical intimacy with other men.

“Seungmin?” you ask as soon as the thought crosses your mind, before you can talk yourself out of it.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask for a favor?”

He pauses in the middle of his stretch to look at you.

“Depends on what it is.”

“Would you kiss me?” you ask awkwardly.

He arches an eyebrow, “Hypothetically or…?”

“No, like, right now.”

You both stare at each other without blinking for a moment. Then he makes the first move and comes to join you on the bed. You instantly feel your heartbeat pick up but once again you don’t know if it’s because of how close he is or because you want this…or because you feel like you shouldn’t be doing this. He turns to face you, and you do the same.

He reaches up to cup one side of your face and his dark brown eyes search yours again—maybe trying to understand your reasoning for this sudden request. He brings your face closer to his and your heart beats even faster, it feels so loud he can probably hear it.

“There’s no going back from this,” he says softly.

You nod your head, letting him know it’s okay. He cups the other side of your face, cradling your head in his hands.

“Once you have a taste, you’ll be dreading going back to them,” he boasts.

You scrunch your face up at that and pull your head away from him.

“Okay, you ruined it. Never mind.”

He lets out a Seungmin cackle and before you have a chance to react, he’s on top of you, straddling your waist. You instinctively lower yourself to the bed, wanting to put some distance between you. But he lowers himself too, arms outstretched on either side of your head.

Your heart continues having its violent reaction. Your brain, on the other hand, is telling you to let it happen. Give it a try. You have to know.

“Yeah?” he asks, still wanting to check you’re okay with it as he lowers his head towards yours.

“Yes.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he closes the distance between you and when his lips meet yours, your eyes snap open. Your body and brain are fighting with and turning on each other at the same time—one wanting you to break away, one telling you to chill the fuck out, then swapping their commands.

“Relax,” Seungmin breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper.

You hadn’t realized you’re completely rigid—your body, your lips. You exhale a breath and close your eyes again. You press your lips to his again, parting them and allowing him to kiss you deeply. He’s gentle and tastes minty. His tongue enters your mouth and at first it does feel foreign—but not unpleasant. But not right, either. You wrap your arms around his neck and relax further into the kiss.

He slips one hand behind your back and rolls you both over so that you’re on top. You feel a little more in control this way and relax further into the kiss. You lay your forearms on the bed, around his head and adjust to the change in position. His hands come to rest on your waist, squeezing gently as he nips at your lips between kisses.

“Okay, okay,” you say when you break away.

“Is that what you needed?”

You sit up as you catch your breath, placing your fingers over your lips and trying to sort out what you’re feeling.

“I think so…”

“Good,” he gives your waist another gentle squeeze. “All I’m going to say is be careful, y/n.”

“Am I that obvious?”

“I have some assumptions…the others do, too. It’s not our business, though. Just…don’t get yourself hurt, okay?”

“I’m trying not to.”

You can’t tell if the look on his face is one of pity or what, but you don’t have to look at it for long. He wraps his arms around your back and brings you down for a hug.

It puzzles you, how you can feel comfortable in the arms of so many different men and get different feelings from all of them. The way the members have all explained that this is a community, and everyone is here to support everyone, is starting to make more sense, though. Laying like this on top of Seungmin, after having just kissed him—he’s not even hard. There’s no underlying sexual tension in your relationship with him. He’s able to see and understand what you need and provide that to you. He’s helpful, even if his help is typically doused in sarcasm and cackles.

You eventually go back downstairs to make plates for you and Seungmin and you both eat in his room. After dinner he turns on his projector and aims it at the ceiling. You both lie in his bed watching a movie together until you fall asleep.

You wake up early the next morning when your alarm goes off, well before sunrise, to prepare for class. As a Teacher’s Assistant, you’re expected to help with some of the lessons and you have a presentation to finish for today’s lecture. You get dressed and whip yourself up a quick breakfast, then head to the den.

You have your headphones on, music blaring, as you alternate between eating your toast and organizing the slides. You feel your phone buzz and pick it up, taken aback by the name you see—Chan.

Look up.

Taking the message literally, you furrow your brow and look up to the ceiling, but nothing is there. You look back down at your phone and then see movement out of the corner of your eye. You turn and see Chan, waving his hand to get your attention. You pause your music and slide your headphones off one ear.

“Good morning,” he greets you with a smile, waving with one hand while the other remains behind his back.

“Morning…” you reply slowly, sounding suspicious of him.

“Can we talk?”

You glance down at your phone—it’s now 6:45am. Why is he even awake?

“About what?”

“What happened last week.”

“I don’t really want to think about that right now, Chan…it’s too much,” you shake your head.

“Okay,” he concedes easily. “Maybe later?”

You had expected a little push back, but there is none.

“Yeah, maybe,” you shrug. You really have no intention of facing this conversation until you’re back with him.

“I haven’t fucked her, so you know,” he adds.

“Chan, we’re not supposed to talk about that,” you say, turning back to your computer.

You can’t deny that a part of yourself feels relieved to hear that, though.

“Oh…now you don’t want me to share things with you?”

Your head turns towards him at that, eyes narrowed and shooting daggers—no, grenades—at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you snap.

The shocked look on his face tells you he may have, in fact, been joking. However, you don’t find it funny at all given all that’s already hanging over you, because of him. For him to make light of something that caused you so much pain sets you off.

“You know what?” You let out an incredulous chuckle and turn back to your computer again. “I don’t care anymore, Chan. Don’t share things with me. You said you were good at sex and not so much the other stuff—I can see that clearly now. We’ll stick to sex for the rest of my time here.”

“Y/n, I wasn’t—”

“No. Just go, I need to focus.”

From your peripheral, you can see that he is walking towards you instead of leaving. You close your eyes and sigh, leaning back into the computer chair. You cannot have him come near you now. That’s when you always lose yourself to him.

“Chan, don’t…please.”

He stops at the side of your desk and brings out his other hand, the one he kept behind his back this entire time, and produces a single, vibrant blue rose with a small card attached to the stem. He sets it down on your desk.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says.

He leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head before turning around and walking out of the room. Leaving you without a chance to thank him and feeling completely dumbfounded.

You look at your phone again to check the date: February 14th. It completely slipped your mind.

You lean forward with your elbows on the desk and put your head in your hands. That explains why he was up this early. How did he even know you were in here? Perhaps you aren’t the only one that has the schedules memorized. You let out a sigh—this interaction must have gone completely sideways from what he intended. And now you’re left feeling bad about the way you reacted.

You lean back in the chair again and pick up the rose. You’ve never even seen a blue rose before—it’s beautiful. They’re definitely not common enough to get at grocery stores. You flip open the small card attached to it to read the note.

너

You’re left puzzled by the foreign letters on the card throughout the day. When you return home you don’t have time to look any further into it because Changbin and Seungmin announce they’re taking you out to dinner. Your second surprise of the day, and it makes you genuinely smile for the first time all day. You get changed into a sleek, yet casual, black dress and head downstairs with them—they’re both decked out in black slacks and button up shirts.

You see Chan on the couch on your way out. His eyes trail from your head down to your feet, then back up again. He nods his head softly, lips pressed firmly together, then averts his gaze back to the TV. Is he not going out tonight, too? You feel the urge to go to him and ask what he would have said in the den this morning if you hadn’t cut him off.

In the car, you ride up front with Changbin while Seungmin sits in the back. Your phone buzzes—it’s Chan again.

You look beautiful.

You feel a wave of sadness and guilt course through you, knowing he’s home alone while you’re going out on a date. On Valentine’s Day. Without him.

You find it hard to shake the thought of him, even after you make it to the restaurant. You’re so caught up in your thoughts you don’t even take notice of the stares you get as you walk in with two men at your side. Even throughout the meal, your mind is elsewhere. You feel appreciative of Changbin and Seungmin being considerate enough to take you out tonight, but you can’t stop thinking about Chan. You’re half in the conversation, half in your own head.

His making the effort to come to you this morning was not out of the character of the Chan you’ve grown to care about. That’s absolutely something he would do. And yet you went off on him for not knowing how to do anything right, besides fuck you. You know that’s not true. Clearly, he had put some thought into seeking you out this morning. Plus, everything at Christmas? Perhaps you should have been more careful with your words.

As you’re waiting for the desert to come out, your phone vibrates. It’s him again.

Can I see you tonight?

You set the phone back down without replying. His persistence is causing even more conflict within you. You want to say yes. You want to apologize for how you spoke to him earlier. But should you? This is exactly the hot and cold behavior that’s been giving you whiplash for the last few months.

“This might be a dumb question, but…you guys can read Korean, right?”

They both nod.

You don’t want to show them the note, so you take a pen and paper from your purse instead and write down the letters. You stared at them for so long throughout the day, you’ve memorized them.

“What does that mean?” you ask, sliding the paper towards them.

Seungmin picks it up and Changbin leans over to inspect it with him.

“Neo.” Changbin tells you.

“No? Maybe I wrote it wrong…”

“Neo,” Seungmin says this time. “It means ‘you’.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you,” you say, trying to sound as casual about it as possible.

On the inside, your already spiraling emotions have turned into a fucking tornado. You think back to Chan’s question that night in the kitchen. The one you didn’t want to know the answer to.

“Do you know what I would choose?”

You.

[ read chapter 25 here ]

a/n: it's getting heavier and heavier. and to warn you, it will be heavy the next couple of chapter. some light moments with hyunjin, though. and more smut, of course.

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ILLICIT ACTS

A/N: i hope yall are ready, the edging is finally over, but first, it's some jealous harry, bc he is the best.

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: The temptation is higher than ever, especially when Harry has to watch you dance with his possible future business partner.

PART III. TO ILLICIT THOUGHTS AND ILLICIT TEMPTATION

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Harry Styles hasn’t felt ashamed in a long time. Probably in long years and he would have never thought that a business trip to his beloved Italy would be the occasion that brings him back this unwanted feeling.

He swam for a torturous thirty minutes after you left, not because he wanted to, but because he was so hard he would have not been able to walk out of the water in front of all these people. Even then, he was still semi-hard, it was enough for him to rush back to his hotel room, but by the time he stood under the shower, his cock was begging for relief again.

This alone was enough to make him feel ashamed, but the three orgasms he needed while thinking about you is what truly pushed him into his shameful pit. Not one, not two, but three times he needed to touch himself before he could get dressed without his cock bursting the seam of his pants.

Standing in front of the mirror he fixes the collar of his black shirt, taking his reflection in. What will you think when you first see him tonight? Will you notice that his hair is different now? Are the sunglasses too much? And what about the earring?

Those are for sure too much. But part of him wants to see your reaction to it, because one time he heard you talking to Jenny from finance during lunch and you mentioned how hot earrings could be on guys.

Fuck, this is bad. He can’t get you out of his mind and it’s not just dirty thoughts anymore.

Reaching for his cologne he squirts some onto his exposed neck and chest, his shirt is open enough to give a glimpse of his necklace, something he has caught you looking at on some occasions before.

He checks the time and sees that it’s six o’clock sharp, so he has to pick you up to make it to the restaurant on time. He rolls his shoulders, slips his phone and wallet into his light colored pants and then walks out of his room, over to your door. Fisting his hand he knocks confidently three times and then waits.

He hears you shuffling around inside and his pulse quickens instantly even though he hasn’t even seen you. But then the door opens and he realizes that he was a whole different man just a second ago.

The moment he lays his eyes on you, it feels like all the air gets knocked right out of his lungs. You have a black dress on, the top is like a corset, pushing your breasts up just enough to plant the most obscene thoughts into his mind that would haunt him not just tonight, but for the rest of his life. There are those thin, almost nonexistent straps running over your shoulders and he can already imagine himself snapping them with his teeth. From underneath the top the silkiest looking fabric runs down your hips, taunting him with what’s hiding underneath and how badly he wants to put his hands… and mouth on it. The skirt reaches to your mid-thighs, leaving most of your deliciously soft looking legs uncovered and his thoughts immediately snap to an image of having them on his shoulders as he—“

“Earring,” he hears you say, eyes focused on the dangling cross hanging from his left ear. He catches your chest rising heavily and he doesn’t miss the way you run your tongue over your lips.

“Too much?” he asks with a smug smirk. You shake your head. He offers you his arm and you hesitantly, but lock a hand around his bicep as you pull the door closed behind you. This one touch sends a shiver down your spine and Harry feels a fire igniting inside of him.

Walking towards the elevator you both think about the same thing. You’re fucked.

Fabio and Vittore knows all the best places, so you never doubted they would choose the right one for tonight’s outing as well. The place is called GINO’s, during the day it’s a fancy restaurant and then after about nine in the evening it transforms into a bar that has a dance floor as well. It’s classy, tasty and probably way too expensive for your budget, but you’re not paying tonight.

One drink follows the other after dinner, the four of you are having a blast and with the Trevisani brothers present the gut wrenching desire you’ve been fighting is somewhat easier to contain. Harry still looks fucking delicious with his open shirt and dangling earring, but it would be way harder if it was just the two of you.

You were afraid of what it would be like to face Harry after what happened on the beach. How could one go on after what you experienced? But it seems like Harry has forgot about it, because not even the slightest sign of discomfort could be seen on him all evening.

What’s more, he’s been giving you looks that get you flustered, it doesn’t seem like Harry found what happened earlier awkward at all, his darkened eyes often wander to your dress and he watches your every move, always making sure you have everything you need.

The music is in full blast by 10 pm, people are dancing in front of the DJ’s setup, the lights have been dimmed and there’s alcohol everywhere.

Fabio Trevisani is exactly how you imagine a true Italian man. He is in his thirties, thick, dark hair and beard, golden skin and nice charm, he has them all. He’s never scared to bring some flirting into his words, he has definitely given you a few hints that he finds you appealing, but you’ve been just ignoring these. He is a handsome man, but not the one you truly want these days.

Tonight, thanks to all the drinks, you feel a lot looser and open to Fabio’s flirting, for some reason. With Harry on your left and Fabio on your right, your attention is torn between the two directions, but while Harry is more quiet and reserved, Fabio likes to take the lead and keep you entertained, making you laugh with his jokes and getting you flustered by his compliments.

“Amore mio, vieni a ballare con mi!” Fabio begs you, taking one of your hands. You notice Harry stiffening beside you, but all you can do is laugh in confusion, since you have no idea what Fabio just said.

“What?”

“Dance with me!” he translates his request, already standing up, tugging you towards the dance floor. You don’t have much chance to protest, you find yourself standing from your seat and following him into the dancing crowd.

Somehow it’s no surprise that Fabio is a great dancer. With all the booze in your system, you can’t help but laugh as he keeps twirling you around, pulling you against him, dipping you back, he does all the moves he knows.

He keeps flirting with you, though half the time he is talking in Italian, it’s more like funny than hot for you right now, you’re just enjoying the moment.

That is right until you spot a pair of familiar green eyes that appear more like black as Harry approaches the two of you through the dancing people.

Your stomach drops to the floor as he moves towards you like a hungry tiger, but you manage to keep moving to the music, Fabio dancing right behind you with his hands on your waist. When Harry finally reaches you, he leans to Fabio’s ear and you wish you could hear what he says to him, because a second later Fabio’s hands slip off your waist and you catch him nodding at Harry before he leans over to you.

“Thanks for the dance,” he says, trying to talk over the music. You don’t even get to reply, the crowd swallows him and you’re left there.

With Harry.

When you turn around you find him standing there, his eyes practically swallowing you up whole. He steps closer, hands finding your waist and with one swift movement he turns you around, pulling your back against his chest and you can’t help but gasp when your ass meets his groin, for the second time in a day.

Everyone around you is moving to the rhythm while the two of you are standing still, only Harry’s hands moving from your hips to your stomach and even through the corset you can feel his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Did you enjoy dancing with him?”

His mouth is right next to your ear and you swear you could feel his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he talked.

“Yes,” you breathe out, but you couldn’t even recall a memory of Fabio’s dancing even if your life depended on it. Not when your body is melting against Harry’s hard chest and you can feel every bit of warmth that radiates from him. When you feel his nose bury into your hair and his hands slip just a tad bit lower on your body, you lose control and let your head roll back to his shoulder.

“Do you want me to bring him back so you can keep dancing with him?”

His hips start to move finally and he makes you move with him, all while your chest is rising and falling heavily, giving him the best view of your cleavage from above, he can’t tear his eyes off the way your breasts curve so deliciously, how your soft, exposed skin shimmers from the thin layer of sweat, he wants to lick you up from where your top starts up to your jaw. He is dying to taste you, your skin, your lips, your pleasure…

You shake your head at his question, your hands snapping to his hands on you, covering them with a desperate urge to keep them planted on your body. Not that Harry ever plans to take his hands off you.

“Do you want me to stay here with you, Y/N?” he asks, his nose running down the side of your neck as he breathes in your sweet scent.

“Yes!” you gasp, when his hips move forward and once again, you can feel his hardening cock pressing into your ass.

He groans behind you when you push back against him more, his cock throbbing already and he can only hope no one will interrupt this moment. You’re swaying to the music, your head is still resting on his shoulder and maybe it’s the booze or maybe it’s just your uncontrollable desire for him, but your courage bursts and as you hold his right hand you tug it up on your body, over your stomach and then your chest, you feel his shaky breath on your heated skin and his fingers hook into the top of your corset. If he wanted to, he could just tug it down and bare you in front of his greedy eyes, but he is way too possessive, if another man laid eyes on what he thinks of as his, Hell would break loose and Harry would be probably thrown out of here.

So instead, he just enjoys that tiny inch of extra skin that he can feel underneath the top of your dress and he gives in to the temptation and presses his lips to your neck, his tongue meeting your skin, finally tasting you.

“Fuck,” you moan at the sensation and your other hand flies back, fingers dipping into his hair and you give him a rough tug that earns you a bite from him.

Harry is seeing red. His hands grab onto your hips and twirls you around confidently, arms locking around you so tight not even a pin could fit between the two of you. Your wandering hands run up his biceps, over his shoulders, arriving to the base if his neck and you comb your fingers through his hair from the nape of his neck, grinning wide when you feel his chest vibrating against yours from the groan that escapes his mouth.

He leans back, just enough to press his forehead against yours and you know he is fighting his last restraints, this is the moment that will decide it all, if you go further or step back behind the safety of your boundaries. You’re ready to give in, you were always ready, so it’s fully just on Harry.

And right when you think it’s going to happen someone bumps into you from behind and it’s like the bubble has been popped. Harry helps to steady you, but when you look into his eyes you can tell he has pulled back.

Disappointment washes over you as you move back, putting a bit of distance between the two of you. It looks like his mind is racing and you’d die to actually know what he’s thinking about, but he remains silent and you’re back to square one.

The rest of the evening goes by in a blur. At one point you go back to the table, have another drink and you listen to the men talking while you keep just reliving the moments with Harry on the dance floor.

Harry appears to be confident and over what happened, but in his head he is screaming. Mostly at himself for not giving in, the temptation was painfully cruel, he was so close to snapping and taking what he’s been fantasizing about for so long, but when you got pushed it was like his consciousness were awakened and he realized that he was playing a dangerous game.

He truly thought he made the right decision when you moved back to the table, but when he saw you so zoned out and the disappointment on your face was obvious, he wished he could go back in time and do the opposite.

It was past one when you left the place and parted ways with Fabio and Vittore, heading back to your hotel that was only a ten minute walk. Now you’re walking side by side and the silence is deafening.

Still drunk on the alcohol and the scene with Harry, you get into the elevator with a pouty look that doesn’t fly over Harry. He is staring at you as the elevator moves up and the tension rises in a blink of an eye, for a second you think he’ll break now, but then the elevator stops with a soft ding! and you walk out with a new wave of disappointment. Because if he didn’t give in before, there’s no way he will now.

You reach your room and swiping the keycard you open the door. You step inside and turn around, seeing him standing there with his hand hidden in his pockets as he stares back at you with an unreadable look.

“Well, good night, Harry,” you breathe out and he nods at you in reply, there’s a second long pause before you move to close the door.

Right when the lock is about to click closed, Harry snaps a hand against it and pushes open again. You suck on your breath as the door flies back and it reveals him, his darkened gaze practically lighting you on fire. There’s half a second of hesitation, it’s like in the elevator, but this time it ends up completely different.

It happens so fast, yet your body reacts instantly. Harry moves inside with one swift movement, he grabs you by your face and kisses you so hard you forget your name, your past and present. Everything is gone, it’s just you and him.

Harry pushes you against the wall and kicks the door closed, all while his mouth devours yours, making up for all the times he chose not to. He licks into your mouth, hips pressing forward to show you just how hard he is already and you can only hope this time you’ll get to feel him inside you.

You move further into the room, bumping into the bathroom door, a chair and then you end up pressed against the desk, your legs open, welcoming him between them. You take just one moment to breathe and you’re about to pull him back, but he stops and you’re afraid he’ll end this dream way too soon.

“Y/N, I want your consent,” he rasps out, breathing heavily.

“You have it, you have anything you want!” you beg him, clawing at his chest, trying to pull him back onto you, but he is still resisting.

“No. I want you to say it loud and clear that you want this, that you want me. I can’t… I can’t have you wake up and freak out about what we’re about to do.”

Fuck, he is so insanely hot even when he is asking for your consent like the gentleman that he is. He knows that you’ve drunk and he would never take advantage of you. The drunken buzz has cleared out of your mind mostly, the walk home did wonders and you can answer him confidently with certainty.

“Harry, I want you. I wanted you before and I will want you in the morning. You have my consent.”

He draws in a deep breath with his eyes closed and when he exhales, his gaze finally finds yours and you know there’s no going back from now.

He throws himself at you as if he’s been starving for months, his mouth attacks your lips, he bites and sucks while his hands work to push the silky skirt up, revealing more of your legs. With his hands he urges you to wrap them around his waist and when you do that, he lifts you up with ease, moving over to the bed and throwing you onto the mattress, following you instantly, the weight of his body pinning you down. He buries his face into your neck, licking his way down to your chest and then he finally makes his fantasy reality when he takes the strap of your dress between his teeth and pulls on it just hard enough to make the string snap. A surprised gasp slips through your lips and then you can’t help but chuckle when he snaps the other one as well.

“Insane. You’re making me insane, Y/N,” he groans against your chest, his hands desperately trying to rid you of the dress, but it’s a bit tricky.

Pushing on his chest you make him kneel up and you follow him, turning around you show him the row of clasps in the back. He unhooks them in two rounds, the corset becomes loose around you, allowing it to fall and pool around your waist. Harry’s arms snake around you from behind, pulling you against his chest, his hands groping your breasts in an instant.

“Oh fuck!” you moan, head rolling back to his shoulder as his mouth kisses along your shoulder and neck, his hands exploring your body relentlessly. Arching your back you push your ass back and it meets his groin, the outline of his cock bursting through his pants. Reaching back you palm him, give him a few squeezes, feeling him up and he involuntarily thrusts into your touch.

Harry releases you just enough so you can get rid of the dress, leaving you only in your lacy thong, while he is still fully dressed, so you take over control for a bit and turning around you snap his shirt open, buttons flying around the room. You surprised not just Harry with this but yourself as well, but you don’t dwell on it long, while Harry shrugs his shirt off you work on his pants and moments later he is sitting on the mattress in front of you in only his underwear. You climb over to him, mouth finding his as you settle on his lap and he moves forward, laying you onto the mattress, his hips pushing against yours and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his bulge.

“Oh God,” he breathes out and matching your movements he starts thrusting forward as well.

Reaching down his hand slips under the lacy fabric and he cups your wet and heated crotch, his palm pressing against your clit just right.

“Fuck, you are so wet. All for me?”

“Yes! Harry, please!”

“Please what?” he asks against your lips, his hand teasing you between your legs.

“More! I need more!”

You catch a pleased smirk on his lips before he pushes two fingers into you, making you gasp for air when they curl inside you and then move out, just to do it over and over again. His palm is drenched already and it feels like you’ve been drugged when the heel of his palm presses against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

In the meantime his clothed cock is now rubbing against your thigh, he is seeking relief too as he keeps grinding against your, looking for any kind of friction.

“Harry, I need… I want your cock, please!” you beg, barely able to form words.

“Patience, I want to taste you first.”

“No, I need you to fuck me already!”

“Just one taste, baby, I’ll be quick,” he promises as he pulls his hand out from between your legs and sitting back onto his heels he drags your thong down your legs, throwing it across the room before pushing your knees apart, taking one quick look at you all spread out in front of him before he leans forward and latches onto your clit with no mercy.

He keeps his word and doesn’t spend too much time with his face buried between your legs, but he makes the most of it, licking and sucking, fucking you with his tongue. When he comes back up and kisses you and you can taste yourself on him.

You work together to rid him of his last item of clothing and when you see his cock spring free from its restraints your mind blanks and all you can think about is choking on his dick. Harry doesn’t protest when you sit up and then settle so you can kiss the leaking tip while you wrap a hand around the base. The sounds he makes when you take him into your mouth are proof that you’re doing it right. Each time you go down you try to move lower and lower, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can, your eyes are watering and your spit is dripping down his cock, but it’s exactly what he wants, to see you struggle, because he is so big but you’re just so eager to please him. He cradles the back of your head and when you’re down one time he gives your head a gentle push, just enough to reach your limit, he can feel you gagging and he keeps you there just one second longer than you would have stayed on your own before letting you come up for air. When he sees your face, your teary eyes, puffy lips and glistening chin he pulls you in by your neck and kisses you rough, pushing you back onto the bed so he can get on top of you without clothes this time. He groans when you reach down and wrap your hands around him, teasing him some more.

“Condom?” he asks and your first reaction is a disapproving cry.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Are you on the pill, baby?” he asks, a moan slipping through his lips when you move his cock so the head pokes at your clit.

“Yes. Please!”

Normally there’s no way he would have sex without a condom, but he is just as desperate to feel you fully as you are so he lets himself have it this one time.

With one last kiss he sits back onto his heels and hooks his arms under your legs, pulling them up, onto his shoulders like he has imagined it so many times before. Kissing the inside of your ankle he grabs his cock with a steady hand and positions himself before slowly pushing in, his dick filling you up, stretching you out perfectly until all of him is inside you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans stilling, closing his eyes for a moment before he looks down at you. There’s endless passion in his gaze, but there’s something soft too. Before you could figure it out he starts moving and you lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.

At first he starts off kinda slow, but as he can feel you getting used to his size he starts to pick up his pace and soon enough, he is pounding into you. It’s sloppy and rough at the same time, you’ve turned into goo and he is the one holding you together. Soon he switches the position up and comes down on top of you, your feet hooking behind him, allowing him to go even deeper.

He keeps kissing you, praising you, telling you how good you are in every possible way.

“My good girl, taking me so well.”

“You were made for me, Y/N, you feel so fucking good.”

“Look at that pussy, gripping my cock tight and delicious.”

Every time he speaks up you can only just moan in reply and tighten your hold around him.

When he pulls back you cry out in protest, but he just chuckles, helping you up and onto all four, his hands circling your ass cheeks, fingers digging into the flesh before his cock finally pushes into you from behind. You try your best to match his rhythm, but he is definitely doing all the moving, you can barely hold yourself up at this point. When Harry notices how much you’re struggling he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you up so you can lean back onto his chest, giving your arms a break as he fucks into you. You wiggle around for a bit until you can turn your head enough to lock your lips with his.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you moan into his mouth and it just makes him go even harder and adding to the sensation one of his hands move to your clit and you’re convinced he is trying to kill you.

“Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he pants.

His words push you over the edge and you come, hard and loud, tightening your walls around him, which tips him over as well. He pulls out just in time, his cum squirting onto your folds and lower stomach while his orgasm washes over him in waves.

With your hands on his thighs you let your head fall forward, trying to catch your breath and Harry kisses you between your shoulder blades, pretty much doing the same. When he moves back you lean forward until you can put your arms down onto the mattress. You hear him walk into the bathroom and soon he returns with a damp towel, gently cleaning you up so you can finally flop onto the bed comfortably.

He throws the towel to the side and lies next to you, in all of his naked glory and though you feel like you have no energy left, you just want to stay awake for as long as possible and drink in the sight of Harry Styles in your bed.

“We should talk about it,” he murmurs softly as he reaches out and runs his hand down the side of your face.

“I know,” you agree.

“In the morning,” he adds and you nod. He then pulls you closer, into his arms and you happily curl up against his side as he pulls the covers over the two of you. He presses a kiss to the crown of your head and you fall asleep listening to his steady breathing.

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onelittlespiral · 9 months

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Tf where someone's huge musky cock keeps turning others into massive muscle bros on accident?

FML: Cursed

Up front, I’ll say this one’s a bit different. Let me know if you all like it. -❤️

Everything was too bright. My head was pounding. Memories were fading in and out from last night. Fuck, how much did I have to drink last night? I stumbled out of bed, trying to forced myself towards the bathroom to take a piss. I had made a New Year’s resolution to quit the bottle. Yeah, so much for that. I managed a quick piss and splashed some cold water on my face. That helped a bit. At this point all I wanted to do was bury my head back in my pillow. Slowly, I shuffled back towards my bed:

“Yeah? You coming back for more of this?”

A man. A man was in my bed. A hunk of a man was flexing in my bed. My mouth hung open for a moment as my brain chugged to life. I couldn’t quite believe it.

“…God damn it! Uggh, what did I let happen?”

“What, not in the mood? I can be quite,” he started a little pec dance, “persuasive.”

I was not in a mood to be amused by his flirting. “No, no it’s not you-or at least it is you now but-” I stammered, “Look. It’s complicated. Get up, please, I need you out of here. If you take some time to… cool off… it should pass.” I paused a moment, “I’m sorry.”

Quickly, I started pulling together what clothes I could find that would fit his new stature and tossed them at him. Even facing away from him I could tell he was a little taken aback. I’m sure in his current brain he couldn’t quite believe he was being rejected. But I knew it was better for everyone that he leave now. I scooped up his old clothing and threw it all into a tote. It wasn’t his fault he was here in this situation, getting kicked out of a stranger’s house early in the morning. Maybe that’s why I scribbled down my contact info and slipped it into the bag. He would have questions later, he deserved some answers. By now he had managed to put on the cut off tank and the shorts I had thrown him. The shorts were a size too small and left nothing to the imagination, but it would have to work. I doubted his canvas shoes would fit over those behemoths. He would have to go barefoot. After a few awkward pleasantries where he asked me if we should lift together some time and I politely declined, he finally got the message and slipped out the door. I locked it behind him and slumped to the floor. I still had a headache.

It was going to be a long day. At this point I was awake, so I just decided to hit the shower. The steam helped clear my mind so I could try to piece the night together. It had been two years now and it was still happening. I wish I knew how to stop it. But looking back, I’m not sure what else I could have done. Every time it happened though, every time I saw his face, I just replayed that day again in my mind:

We were sitting at our favorite cafe when I broke the news.

“What do you mean? You’re breaking up with me?” my ex boyfriend was stunned. Truly, I don’t think this had ever happened to him before.

“Please don’t act surprised. We both knew this was coming. We aren’t good for each other.”

“Baby, we aren’t good for each other,” he cooed, leaning over and cupping my jaw, “We’re great together. You can’t pretend to deny it. I can feel that cock twitch, hear every moan when you’re inside me. Come on, let’s go home and I’ll bring you to your knees.”

“No. This isn’t about us in bed. This is everything outside of it. I don’t like how you talk to me, how you treat me, how you touch me,” I said, slapping his hand from my face, “and how you treat everyone in the world as your plaything. I just can’t put up with it anymore.”

That finally set him off, “Oh, you have no idea what I can do.” He snapped his fingers.

I watched as a man in a suit next to us dropped his book. He began to convulse, and I watched in horror. He reverted from his fifties to his late twenties in a moment, smoothing his wrinkles as his hair turned from silver to brown. His skin tightened around his swelling body, as his muscles easily ripped through his shirt and pants. A deep moan escaped his mouth as his clothes reformed themselves into a tank top and gym shorts. As a snap-back hat formed and tightened around his head, I grimaced, knowing that his mind was being assaulted with a new identity. I knew the look on his face well as drool flowed from his open mouth. Then, all at once it stopped. He just picked up his book and kept reading. No one else even seemed to notice what had taken place.

It was a thinly veiled threat and we both knew it. “See? This is the shit I’m talking about. What happens to him now? He had nothing to do with this, you just can’t contain yourself.”

“Oh relax, he’s fine. I didn’t dumb him like I do to you. No one will ever remember anything different. Though I imagine whatever new hires at his firm will be confused why the new boss is a jacked gym bro while everyone else in the office is pushing 40 and wearing suits.” He chuckled at his own joke.

“I can’t! I can’t do this anymore. I don’t ever want to see you again.” I gathered my things to make my exit.

He came round the table, in a far less joking mood, “You’ll regret that,” he grabbed at my groin and cupped my package, “from now on, whenever that gets going, I have a feeling you will be seeing a lot of me” I felt a stirring in my sack. Something had… shifted?

“What did you do?” my shouting had finally drawn the attention of onlookers.

“Good luck, baby. You ever want that resolved, you’ll have to find me.” With that, he turned heel and left.

Now, two years later, he was right. I had seen far too much of him. The water had gone cold. I turned the faucets off and stepped out to dry myself off.

The first time had been a shock. I had given myself time to heal from the relationship, but about two months in I decided to head to a bar. Immediately something was off when I entered. I saw a few old flings, and a friend or two who were surprised to see me there. But it was like when I entered the whole place shifted towards me. Men were buying me drinks and fawning for my attention. The bartender even slipped a few comments in. They all looked smitten with me, trying to get just a little closer. By the end of the night I had some twink sitting in my lap. I decided it was time to blow off some steam. I took him to my place, where he immediately began tearing off my clothes inside the door. I managed to get him back to my bedroom before he had my boxers off. Immediately he buried his nose into my bush. Admittedly I hadn’t been keeping shaved since the breakup, and I guess that was doing it for him. He went to town on my cock. I wasn’t prepared for him to take it in one thrust, but he wasn’t waiting. All I could do was grab his hair and hold on as he worked my cock like a pro. I felt his hair curl beneath my fingers as I held on for the ride, moaning as he pushed all my buttons. He knew just when to pull back to keep me edging, his thick fingers holding on as he devoured my cock. Finally I knew I needed to fuck him. I pulled him off of my cock, but as he stood up and his dazed expression met mine I screamed.

“Fuck baby, where have you been all of my life?” he said.

He was the spitting image of my ex. The hair, the muscle, even that stupid nickname. In shock I pushed him away as he gave me a look of confusion.

“What are you doing here? I told you I never wanted to see you again.”

He looked back at me confused, “What are you talking about? We just met like a few hours ago. You invited me over. Sorry.”

Something about the statement rang true. I only realized later it was because he apologized. My ex would never. “Did he put you up to this? What’s your name?”

“Hey, I’m not sure who you’re talking about, okay? I’m Justin. I was just looking for a good time.”

“Have you seen yourself? You don’t look like the twink I met at the bar.” I retorted

He looked in the mirror, and his face seemed to puzzle for a sec. I knew that look. He was trying to reconcile memories he had. Fake memories. Then he smirked, “Yeah, pretty hot right? I’ve been working out, getting that more twunk look going.”

So he was clueless then. It was weird seeing someone look so much like him, and have a mix of his mannerisms and others. He had certainly made sure his cockiness was implemented. The asshole.

“Look, I’m not sure tonight is going to work out. I need you out of here. Now.” That was a little mean, it wasn’t his fault. But he had to go. I gave him some of my ex’s clothes he had left lying around and pushed him out the door without saying goodnight. It was only next week when I went to the bar that I saw him again. He had seemingly gone back to normal, besides a very distinctive mustache and stubble he was growing now. It didn’t fit his thin, hairless body and it made me chuckle…

*BZZZZZT*

My phone was getting a call from an unknown number. I guess it was time to answer some questions:

-Hey, I found this number in my bag. This the guy from last night?

*Sigh*

-Yeah, it’s me. Are you, uh, feeling better? More… yourself?

-So I’m not crazy! What was that? What happened?

-I am so so so sorry. It’s a long story. Let’s just say my ex is… a looot.

-Well hey, who’s isn’t?

I chuckled

-You’re taking this surprisingly well. Most guys don’t want to look at me after all this.

-So this has happened before?

-Yes. But I promise I didn’t mean to. I must have gotten too drunk last night, and I know that’s not a good excuse. But I’m not sure what to do about it and at this point I’d starting to think I never will

-Woah, woah. Calm down. Would you want someone to come over? To talk to?

I paused.

-No, I think I’ll be fine.

-Please, I want to. I want answers and it seems like you need someone.

-I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Plus, I don’t think I can see you like that.

-I promise. I don’t think I have anything the same.

-Promise?

-Here, look

He did look back to normal. And he was quite cute. I can see why drunk me decided to pick him…

-Still, I’m not sure…

-Nope, it’s decided. I know the address, I’ll be there later tonight around 6. *click*

What had just happened? I think, against all odds, I just got roped into a second date.

God damn it.

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lbxbx · 4 months

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Blackmail 5 | KTH

Pairing: Idol!taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, angst. Five shot

Synopsis: being part of their staff meant you had to be around them all the time, Taehyung has a checklist of all the girls he slept with and filmed and you were next on the list, as he lures you using several ways one of them being actually showing you the content he films, before you finally give in and he actually films you to tick you off of his list. Little do you know it’s the biggest mistake ever.

Disclaimer: events and incidents in this fiction are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This does not resemble Taehyung’s character whatsoever. taglist: @idkduewhy @wiebouquetbarbarian @tan-veee @pookiej @xstfudaisyx @junecat18 @whipwhops @mother2onsters @lil0u0 @whoa-jo @latinapoetbts

Your doorbell rings twice before you rush to open it, your joints still feel loose from the night before and today hasn’t been quite your day, despite it being your weekend, you’re not enjoying your time still trying to recover from last night’s hangover.

You were on the verge of doing something very stupid when alcohol was at its peak in your entire system, but you got lucky, and realized this morning that thankfully nothing happened.

The exact second you open your eyes the next morning you feel instant regret, you want way overboard with drinking to the point of actually falling asleep still in your dress on your couch. Immense pounding headache makes you close your eyes again and frown, you’re extremely sweaty and you need to shower like right now.

You do remember something happening the night before but you can’t pin-point it. It’s something that had to do with Taehyung, but you’re not quite sure what it was. Good god, why is the sun so bright, what time is it?

Your head snaps quickly to your surroundings trying to locate your phone, your neck is stiff from the long sleep on the couch and your back hurts like hell. You end up finding your poor phone thrown down on the floor, and it seems like it spent the night laying there.

Your sore joints don’t help when you stretch your arm over to grab your phone and unlock it, you looked so miserable this morning to the point of face ID barely recognizing you, you have to rub your eyes before looking back onto your screen and finally unlocking it.

And it unlocks straight into a post you wrote the night before and you instantly rewind the tape from last night and what exactly happened. You know you do stupid shit when you’re drunk heavy so it was a little expected for you to do such thing, luckily when you clicked share last night you still had to select an option on where to post the media you selected, you had to choose a platform to post onto.

You let out a breath of relief when you finally make sure that none of the media you selected was posted, you delete the entire post and lock your phone again before getting into the shower and proceeding with your usual morning routine.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” You’re standing near your doorstep in utter confusion, you started questioning yourself on when did he figure out your address? But then your call that he drove you here once.

You’re still oblivious over the reason why he suddenly showed up on a Saturday morning. “Can I come in?” A heartwarming smile sits over his face, you invite him in and close the door behind him. “What’s up?” He takes a seat onto your couch.

“Not much, is there anything wrong? Are you okay?” You take a seat on the same couch only a couple seats away from him. “I was driving nearby, I figured I’d come over maybe we could have a chat.”

“Couldn’t this chat wait until Monday?” You ask, and he pauses to look at you feeling a little unwelcomed in your place, which makes you laugh nervously and scratch your temple. “I didn’t want it to sound like that, would you like a drink?”

He shrugs it off right away and answers. “Just water please.”

And as soon as you turn your back and head to your kitchen, Jungkook looks around the place scanning every single corner, memorizing the details around your place just like he was taught, he even gets up onto his feet and walks towards the console under your TV to search into the three drawers.

“Stay out of this Jungkook.” He’s about to leave the room before he gets pulled back by the wrist, “No I can’t stay out of this, just so you know, your stupid kink can not only ruin your career, it could ruin mine too, and I can’t sacrifice everything I worked hard for this past decade just so you could have your own fun.”

Taehyung has his own selective hearing and fully decides on not listening. “Look, you know I want the best for you right?” Jungkook asks which makes Taehyung pay a little attention.

“Yes, and?”

“I’d say you keep your distance from Y/N specifically, she’s after you. And I’m afraid if you’re not careful enough she might just… tell someone, or make a scene, and you don’t want that do you?” The younger genuinely cares about his friend, he’s even frustrated when Taehyung scoffs and immediately argues. “Trust me she won’t. she can’t prove anything. Besides.. I can’t post anything you know that, I’d be harming myself before I harm her, and honestly I could care less about her.”

“We kind of had a chat the other day , I’m pretty sure she said she has something that could possibly ruin your career, I don’t know what exactly, but she does. And I need you to be careful because she’s onto something.”

Taehyung drives Jungkook frustrated when he grabs Jungkook’s arm away from his own wrist and mutters. “Stay out of this Jungkook, I know what I’m doing.”

“Except you’re not.” Jungkook interrupts him right away. “I never thought I would say this, but I’m willing to testify against you if she decides to post anything, Hyung, I thought I’d choose you over her, but now I’d choose my career over you.”

Finally something manages to mess up Taehyung’s mind, Jungkook’s words finally knocked sense into him, “And Taehyung, if anything happens, you’re on your own.” He’s about to leave, but this time he’s the one being pulled by the wrist. “Jungkook wait.”

And the youngest turns towards Taehyung with a knot formed between his brows, “Jungkook tell me what should I do?”

And apparently, this is why Jungkook showed up to your place uninvited just so he can start his so called plan with Taehyung. Jungkook panics and gets back to his seat right away when he hears your footsteps coming back to the living room, he’s never done anything like this before and he’s nervous himself, worried that he’d get caught by you.

“Here you go.” You hand him a glass filled with water and he takes a sip to calm his pounding heart down, “I’m sorry I showed up uninvited, but I figured we could talk and probably help each other out.”

“Help each other?” You get back to your seat, he nods and puts the glass down. “I’ve been thinking about this whole thing with Taehyung, and I just wanted you to know that I’m fully on your side no matter what. He’s been doing this for so long to so many girls and it can’t be right.”

This by the way is totally against Jungkook’s principles, but fuck his principles right now he’s going to try and save his career that could vanish right after Taehyung’s.

“Look I tried so hard to talk him out of it, but he’s really determined to do it, so I figured I’d talk to you, maybe find out what you have against him, we could try and figure out something that could save us both.” He gets closer to your seat before his hand lands onto your knee. “I care about you Y/N.”

The problem is that he sounds genuine to you at this moment, he’s worried over himself and his own career so this is his last minute decision to try and save it. “Thank you, Jungkook.” A faint smile sits on your face and you put your hand over his. “I have what it takes to end this man, you shouldn’t be worried.”

You feel the physical tension when he suddenly moves even closer and tugs your hair behind your ear before he whispers. “I trust you, Y/N, but we have to work together, and I want you to trust me too.”

“Just leave it to me Jungkook—“ And before you even finish he interrupts. “Shh, I know you can do this whole thing, but Y/N, I can help you keep your job.” He ends up pressing a kiss onto the warm skin of your neck right above your pulse, “Look we don’t have to decide anything right now, you seem a little tense and tired, maybe I can help you relax a bit.”

“I’m okay, I just..” You release a breath when he starts rubbing your shoulders and neck, making your eyes almost shut close. “.. I fell asleep on the couch last night.”

He gasps and clicks his tongue. “You shouldn’t have, that’s why your neck feels all tense.” He climbs up on the couch and wedges himself in between your back and the back of the couch, making you sit between his legs, he collects your hair away from your neck and pulls it to the side. “I was just thinking, that maybe you hand me what you have against him, maybe I could show it to someone without having to post it.”

“Taehyung wanted to post it, maybe we could grant his wish.” Your tongue feels heavy as you speak when he keeps rubbing all your knots, and right after rubbing each one he presses a kiss onto your skin. “Don’t just give him what he wants on a silver platter.” He argues, running his fingers down your covered back, “How did you manage to get your evidence?”

His fingers trace your spine and stop right by the hook of your bra, he leans his chin onto your shoulder and you can feel his breath right by your neck which sends goosebumps all over your body. “I got access to his folders when we spent our last night together.”

“On his iPad?” And you nod right away, he feigns a little giggle before he presses another soft kiss onto your neck, one of his hands running down your thigh. “Gosh have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

This feels a little forbidden to you specially after all you’ve been through with Taehyung, you’re aware that you shouldn’t repeat your mistakes. “Thank you.” You’re about to get up from your seat but he wraps his arms around you and buries his face into your neck. “No please stay.”

“Jungkook this doesn’t feel right.” You whisper as if you’re worried someone might hear you. “I’ve been thinking about you ever since we spent that night together, I kept thinking how much I’d like to have you just for myself.”

And in one quick movement he slides his hand into your shorts and panties to run it over your cunt, ever so gently rubbing your sensitive bud while kissing your shoulder and whispering. “I dreamt about how this cunt would wrap around my dick and take it so well.”

You tried resisting letting out any noise but your body seems to give in even when this feels absolutely wrong, Jungkook has a different touch than Taehyung, his is more gentle and softer, and he could easily give any girl the placebo effect that he adores her even when he’s just touching her to prep her for what’s coming next, while Taehyung was more explicit, his touch was tougher and stronger onto your skin.

“So is it on your phone?”

Something smells fishy to you at this exact second, you open your eyes and clear your throat, it takes you a second to answer. “No, it’s on one of his cameras.”

“So you have it?” He asks.

Could he possibly be here just to set you up? Hundreds of thoughts are all up in your head when you’re trying to figure out what’s the matter, Jungkook isn’t like Taehyung, he can’t be.

You can easily test the theory you have in your head, you’ve already copied the file on your phone so you can easily hand him the camera and still you’ll be one step ahead of him.

“Yeah, but I trust you Kook, you know that right.” You turn your head to look at him and your noses hit, you’re about to pull back but he pulls you in and dares to steal a quick peck from your lips. “You can trust me.”

He notices how different your body language suddenly got which makes him force a laugh. “Friends kiss like all the time, and we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Yeah sure.” You get up and rush inside your bedroom, Jungkook quickly takes his phone out and sends a voice message to someone, you figure it’s Taehyung when Jungkook speaks. “Consider it done.”

Of course.

Taehyung never had to think and list his priorities regarding this because it basically never backfired, his brain doesn’t function like other people and he’s extremely selfish, he’s willing to do anything just to save himself even if he had to hurt someone. You’re basically a threat to him right now.

He recalls what Jungkook sent him an hour ago, consider it done? Which means you really have something that could ruin his career? Like what? He doesn’t recall you taking any pictures or having any of the clips he filmed, Fuck, Taehyung. Think.

He throws himself down on the nearest chair and buries his face into his palms, the man has an excellent memory, so he tries to recall the nights you two were together, you could’ve possible hid your phone behind something like he does, or you could’ve stolen the date on his iPad or perhaps one of the cameras.

The cameras, his bag of cameras is in the building hidden in one of the lockers, he rushes up from his seat and takes the elevator up to the lockers. And after looking around left and right making sure he’s not spotted by anyone, he fishes out his keychain and unlocks the metal doors of the locker, he takes out the handbag and when the bag keeps being shuffled in his hand, the cameras are clearly heard being mixed into each other.

He puts it down onto the floor and gets onto his knees, how can he make sure that all the cameras are in there when he doesn’t know how many he has in the first place? But this doesn’t stop him, when it comes to his own benefit he’s willing to do anything, he could try and dig out for the receipts when he bought them but this goes back to years ago, and he uses his cards all the time so it was nearly impossible to find the receipts.

Okay scratch that. He shakes his own head and proceeds to count the cameras, he opens each and every one of the cameras and he finally realizes, that the content from the other night you two spent together doesn’t exist on any of the cameras.

And that night he recalls pressing the record button after his stupid mistake he made when he spent the night with Jungkook and you, plus he was sober. Could you possibly have one of the cameras?

“Hyung, I got the camera.” Jungkook barges in to the locker room with a tiny go pro sitting in his hand, and finally Taehyung feels a little relieved, totally oblivious that you were able to copy the folders more than once.

“Thank fucking god.” He releases a sigh and grabs the camera from Jungkook and opens it, the folders are still there which makes him a little too sure that you’re no longer able to do anything.

“Please use it wisely, and don’t fuck things up.” The youngest is relieved as well and he leaves the locker room knowing that he’s safe too. Taehyung turns the camera off and shoves it back into the handbag and locks it inside.

Monday morning felt so off for you, you woke feeling nauseated and exhausted, you barely got any sleep the night before and you feel like you’ve reached your dead end. Things can’t get worse than they actually are.

You’re going to try talking to Taehyung like the adult you are for one last time, hoping that he’d go sane or perhaps understand and change his mind, well practically you weren’t too hopeful but of course you’re willing to give it a try.

“Morning!” It makes you flinch at how cheered up Jungkook sounds, you scoff on the inside and fake a smile behind your face mask. “Morning.”

“How are you today?” He puts his bag down and takes his seat. “I’m doing pretty well thanks for asking.” And you walk past him to your destination, mumbling under your mask. “Fucking hypocrite.”

You actually thought this man could be different, but he’s just like his friend, willing to drown anyone just so he can survive.

You reach the makeup station and you roll your eyes when you see Taehyung already seated, they were pre recording something today so you rush yourself and get to work. “Good morning.” He looks at you through the mirror and you answer right away. “Taehyung we need to talk.”

Even when it’s the beginning of the week, the styling room was empty only him and you left alone inside, you had to have a chat with him, he’s a little taken back to see you behaving agitatedly when it’s still morning time, but he can easily guess what you’re about to say.

“Alright.” Taehyung gets up from his chair and closes the door shut before moving back to his seat “What’s up? Why are you being all weird?”

“We need to talk.” Your worried expressions don’t even trigger his fight or flight and he couldn’t care less on why you look so agitated. “Yeah, you stated that earlier, what do you want?”

“I think we should both go on separate ways, we both have a career we should focus on and I think it’s not worth losing it for the stupid thing we did, we both can’t lose what we worked hard on. Now I know you’re not going to post anything and neither will i—“

He high key rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Y/N, sweetheart, If anyone is going to lose anything then it’s going to be you, I can’t lose anything. Look, I don’t know why it seems so difficult for you to understand, but you just have to do what I say, and when I call you to spend the night you just come over and that’s it. Doesn’t sound too hard does it? We can make each other feel good.” He makes it sound so easy, but what he doesn’t know is how your self worth is long gone when you’re left on the floor in the middle of his hotel room all soiled and sore and worn out, he doesn’t understand what it feels like to be actually called by him and having to be there because you were forced, just to have him pleased and satisfied, it never mattered to him how you felt, he only thought about himself the entire time.

You too agreed it was sex only and this is a sealed deal, but every time he kissed you and made you feel good, it was his twisted way of making himself feel good, every time he fucked you or went down on you, it was just for himself, he felt good doing it, it didn’t matter how you felt. And even if he eventually found out you faked a performance the last time it wouldn’t probably matter to him, at least it made him feel good and he was left satisfied.

“No.” You give him a solid answer. “Don’t expect anything from me anymore, I’m not willing to give you what you need and I believe you already know other people who can give you the exact same thing, but I can’t anymore.”

“I’m quite sure I already told you, your family and coworkers won’t be happy when they see the clip—“

“Save it Tae, I’m not scared,” You cross your arms too. “Whatever happened between us was a stupid mistake. I wish you can really see how I feel about you, because Taehyung, really, I pity you, and I think you truly need help, there’s nothing half appealing about you anymore, actually it’s the exact opposite, to me you’re someone that being with was just a waste of time, and honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed my time when I’m with you.”

It hurts his ego for you to tell him this even when he tries to deny it in his head that you mean it, he thinks you’re just saying this to piss him off and just belittle him. He grits his teeth again and you can see his temples growing bigger with each time his jaw tightens, he tilts his head before squinting his eyes. “I know you’re just doing this out of spite, but I don’t have to remind you and show you the video where you literally begged me to fuck you.”

“Again Tae, save it really, I’m watching every move you make, and if you’re going to post the videos just do it, I don’t care anymore, but I want you to know that I’ll always be one step ahead of you.”

When normal people feel threatened they’d actually do something to protect themselves even if they had to fake an entire brave persona when they could nearly shit their pants, and that was the normal behavior for someone like you, but Taehyung’s career is jeopardized right before his eyes and he’s standing still with a straight face not even blinking, totally careless about everything you’re saying.

It doesn’t take you twenty minutes to finish working on his face, it felt like twenty hours with all the tension in the room, and whenever someone walks in they’d either question on why the door was closed on you two, or questioning what’s wrong when they can easily sense the electrocuted atmosphere in the tiny room.

Once you’re over you and Taehyung get back to the practice room to start filming whatever they had to film and you take a seat, you clearly see Taehyung and Jungkook talking in the corner and you know it’s about you when Jungkook tries to avoid looking into your eyes.

“Did you give him the camera?” Your voice rings across the practice room, you stand behind them, Jungkook crossing his arms and facing you fully.

“Who do you think you are?” Taehyung gets defensive as he walks towards you with a smirk on his face, “I knew about the camera all along, Y/N, I’m not that stupid, I know that you stole it.”

You have nothing to lose anymore so you giggle and nod. “Mhm, yeah, I’m pretty sure your friend retrieved it back for you.”

“I’ll give it back and you can consider this a gift, you can keep it, and to prove to you that I’m not afraid, I’m willing to show your videos to everyone.” He takes another step closer, his scent that you personally find repelling is wafting up your nose. “Let them see how much of a great performer you are.”

“Maybe they can see their favorite idol performing too.” You challenge him. After all you still don’t want anything to be posted for your own sake too. “I’ve got nothing to lose Taehyung, but you have everything to lose.”

And in a blink of an eye, the sore loser closes the space between you two and grabs you by the wrist tightly right in front of everyone, and with his tightened jaw and reddening face he whispers. “You have nothing to prove sweetheart, and you’re wrong. I’ll always be one step ahead of you.”

“Taehyung stop.” Jungkook stands between you two and tries his best to push his friend away, but the firm grip was really tight around your wrist to the point of hurting you. “Get away from me.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to do this.” Jungkook who’s shielding you looks behind his shoulder. “Let us discuss this like adults.”

“Oh fuck off you’re no different than him.” You glare at Jungkook still trying to escape Taehyung’s grip.

Taehyung isn’t doing his best right now and his brain was completely fogged by hatred, he’s now positive you’re hiding other things from him and he’s getting furious by the second, he’s getting the taste of his own medicine.

Around the practice room there were several people who are now watching Taehyung’s behavior that they’re not so familiar with. “Prove it, show me what you have against me.” And his grip is getting tighter and he’s being louder than before.

“Taehyung stop.” Jungkook seems embarrassed by Taehyung’s behavior.

They’re usually so secretive about their personal lives and their staff aren’t used to seeing them being like this, they always tried so hard to isolate their lives and their personal problems but right now it’s a show for everyone to see.

Your heart races and through the rush of adrenaline you pull your phone out of your pocket and unlock it. “Looks like you are afraid after all.”

“I’ll fucking end you, Y/N.”

“Not before I end you, Kim Taehyung.” And finally you click post.

“Y/N, don’t—“ Jungkook tries and his attempt ends up failing.

The entire media is finally out for everyone to see, this is your only way to get your revenge at him.

People can now see how Taehyung degrades women in bed and humiliates them using his sick and twisted ways, they can finally see the true man he is. And not only you published the clips you had in your hand, you also managed to dig into the folders of your phone and find the nudes he sent you back during the tour, and it’s quite obvious that it’s him, It’s Kim Taehyung in the photos and in the videos.

Taehyung never saw this coming, he always thought he had control, he never imagined that he’d taste his own medicine this way. Not only did you show people his true personality, you managed to do something to the career he never thought he could damage or even lose.

Around the practice room the atmosphere was quite tense and stressed, but around the building people were going insane, continuous calls and paper work trying to do anything to hide this or even deny it, the headquarters are in shock knowing that the idol they trained and known since he was a young kid grew up to be this kind of person. They gave him everything he wanted, why in hell is this happening?

The social media has gone crazy and people are reposting and the post has now gone viral to everyone, it sucks that even with evidence people seem to still defend him, people are still trying hard to prove that this isn’t their idol, this can’t be their idol, but it is.

The image he painted for his fans is ruined by every second longer your post stays up, and frankly there’s not an ounce of regret inside you, this person deserves it, goodness he even deserves worse.

Back in the practice room it’s as if time froze, everyone’s phones started beeping and buzzing texts and calling, and monotonously they all pick up their phones and manage to read the news, whether it’s emails or even relatives asking if it was true? Some even having their families calling to tell them to get away and quit their jobs.

Girls around the practice room who’ve been in your place somehow feel relieved that it’s not only them, the man they despised finally got the end he deserved.

“You should’ve thought about this before you started it Taehyung.” You try to escape his grip but it only tightens, you look him up in the eyes and he dares to smirk even when his career is almost over. “Don’t come crying later, Y/N.” And he finally takes his hands off of you to leave the practice room, you look around the practice room to see everyone watching you with terrified faces.

You convince yourself that you shouldn’t panic, but you’re slowly starting to, it’s quite a fine line between regret and panic right now and you can’t identify which one is it.

“You must have lost your mind.” Jungkook finally faces you. “You shouldn’t have done this.”

“Oh how I wish the night I spent with you was caught on camera, I would’ve ended you in fucking seconds Jeon Jungkook.” Your chest is heaving and your heart is pounding, it feels like you were running for miles, and as much as you tried having respect and self control to not slap him in the face, you couldn’t. “Just fuck off Jungkook, turns out you’re exactly like him.” His eyes meet yours for one last time before he turns his back and leaves the practice room.

“What have you done, Y/N?” Mira asks, you clear your throat and try to talk but nothing seems to be able to escape your mouth, you’re sweating and stuttering hoping you’d come up with some sort of sentence but zero.

You knew it could backfire to you but you never thought how it would, you’re practically alone in Seoul and you have no one to stand with you, it’s basically you, against Taehyung and the entire world. Even the girls who were hurt by him, they never thought it would get serious, and most of them are now worried, what if the videos they were in got published? They’d be in trouble too.

You’re having second thoughts, you probably should’ve given up and just let him do whatever he wants, maybe you shouldn’t have sought for revenge, But he wronged you, of course you have to seek for revenge, he deserves it.

Fuck, you’re looking around, the girls are no longer satisfied with what you did, they look like they hold grudge against you now, but you practically helped them.

Could you possibly be the only one wrong? Could they be right? It’s getting complicated by the second.

“Y/n?” Their manager enters the practice room and you hold your breath, you can feel your heart beating against your back and pounding into your chest. “They want you upstairs.”

It’s been almost four hours around the meeting table and you’ve never seen anything like this, it’s too much paperwork for you and people are talking endlessly, you’re too lost to keep track of what they’re saying, but it seems like they’re talking about lawyers and lawsuits.

Even when you can barely process what they’re saying, still you were able to “try” and defend yourself, but they did end up taking down the post.

Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a stack of papers landing in front of you. “Sign those.”

“What’s that?”

“Your resignation papers. You no longer work here.”

“But he deserves to be punished too, I was forced to sleep him just like the other girls were forced too.” you try to deny but it’s a lost cause at this point. They were all seeking for his protection, after all he matters way more than you do.

“Just sign it Y/N.” They hand you a pen and you end up signing anyway. Apparently this is your only way to end everything, this blackmail was the worst thing that ever happened to you, but even when it costs your job, you still were able to show Taehyung’s true colors to the world.

It’s getting suffocating around the meeting room so you rush things to get over with and just leave, the world feels so small around you and you’ve never felt like this, it sucks big time that the career you actually imagined staying in is now completely over. You can’t deny that you wish none of this happened, you regret it a little now.

You collect your bag and leave the meeting room, you have so many things around the building that you need to collect that belong to you so you rush upstairs to the dressing rooms and pack your stuff, and you can’t not notice every set of eyes that’s been watching you pack quietly for the next 20 minutes, it does make you tense a little so you look up to meet their eyes. “I know what you’re all thinking.”

You’re looked at in pure pity and it hurts to your core, the other week people respected you and enjoyed your company but today they’re all afraid to even talk, it hurts that the girls you enjoyed working with stare at you like that which makes you sulk. “I did this all for you, for us, I did what you girls never dared to do.”

You sigh when they turn their heads away and move on with their day and you finish collecting your stuff, it’s all over now.

Right when you’re about to turn and leave the dressing room, you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist so you turn to see Luna, who’s looking at you with the same look of pity, her mouth slightly opens before she sighs in frustration. “You shouldn’t have done it.”

“Luna I—“

“Before you say anything, have you seen the media?”

“Yeah, I know, and I did it on purpose, he was after all of us.” You argue, she tilts her head and argues back. “What are you talking about? It’s all denied, Taehyung is innocent.” You feel your eyelids getting heavier, and it feels like someone dumped a bucket of cold water all over your shoulders and back.

You’re in denial that your entire body stops functioning, your head is shaking left and right subconsciously. “No.”

But she was right.

You lost your job for nothing, and honestly what were you expecting? Kim Taehyung is considered an international icon, of course they’d think you’re making rumors. Once your post was published it was taken down in less than ten minutes, and if you even bothered to pick up your phone and scroll through the media, it’s like nothing happened.

People are totally unbothered and it drives you insane, no one even reposted anything or tried to look through the evidence you posted, they’re all on his side even if they saw everything right before their eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N, you should’ve thought this through.” It’s the same look of pity on her face. “He’s Kim Taehyung, he has people for everything.”

You had to wait a couple of minutes by the elevator door hoping that it’d stop any time soon, the box you were carrying was extremely heavy, you feel your arms and fingers cramping and you’re no longer able to hold the box, your body is barely able to hold its own weight so you cannot wait to get home.

Just when the elevator doors open and you step in you drop the box and all your stuff splatter on the floor, you fall onto your knees and begin collecting your stuff back onto the box, the elevator doors got too impatient and they immediately closed and you forgot to press the button to the ground floor, and you don’t realize that until you’re half way through the box and it feels like the elevator is not moving.

You’re about to get up onto your feet to click the button but the doors open on their own, and fucking Kim Taehyung enters the elevator. He’s the last person you’d want to see right now.

The first couple of seconds are completely silent but you can feel his eyes on you when he sees you down onto your knees, he puts his hands into his pockets and clicks the button down to the parking lot before the elevator doors close again.

He laughs quietly and watches you for a second before deciding to spit out words that remind you that you shouldn’t feel guilty at all. “Didn’t expect to see on your knees this soon.”

You brace yourself and bite your own tongue to avoid talking back to him because really you’re seconds away from beating him up.

“You know Y/N, I really admire how brave you are.” He starts and you roll your eyes, collecting the last few items and putting them into the box, before getting back up onto your feet. “I know you don’t believe me but I truly do.”

You look up hoping the numbers would go down faster because you can’t tolerate a second longer with him. “You know what’s the difference between you and me?”

This time he turns to face you and takes a step closer, tugging your hair behind your ear and inhaling your scent for the last time. “You and I are both sluts, but the only thing different between me and you is that I have someone to cover up for me and clean up shit after me, and you don’t.”

You turn and finally face him again with denial, he can’t be a true human being with a heart, you’ve never seen someone like this man, you had a little faith in him that he might actually be nice after all, you thought he’d been taught a lesson after all this that happened but no, he’s both careless and heartless it shocks you.

“You thought you’d win, I feel kinda bad for you.” He sighs, “I warned you, I’ll always be one step ahead of you Y/N.”

This is Kim Taehyung.

The one you met years ago no longer exists, the new whole different version of him now exists and he feels like a fucking epidemic. And even when you lost your job, and the future you had planned for is now long gone too, at least you’re no longer around him.

And even when you couldn’t make justice with your story, someone else will and they’ll get him eventually.

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Peachy I am so in love with the dead disco Omegaverse AU! It absolutely plays on my heartstrings!

Can we have a continuation of the story so far? What happens when Darling finally comes off of her heat—I’m ready for the tough conversation!!!

-💀👻

18+ MDNI / dead disco omegaverse au / mature themes

takes place after this

Your head is stuffed with cotton. It’s full of nonsense, heavy and confused, like you’re drifting between a dream and reality, only one thing painfully clear.

Your heat is fading away, you’re nestled between two very warm bodies. It’s a hazy kind of warmth, the type that hangs heavy in the air, and your face presses further into the searing temperature of skin, seeking, smelling. You’re drinking in the scent of your alphas, blinking to try to clear your eyesight in the dark. The smell of them, woodsmoke and balsam, sinks through your consciousness until you’re shifting restlessly, detangling your limbs from the web of bodies, pushing and pulling against their grip.

You come to reality very quickly, and fear floods your nervous system.

No. No, no, no- you… you didn’t, they… they can’t have been here. They shouldn’t have been here-

“Omega.” Johnny murmurs against the back of your head, hand holding your hip steady, stroking circles into your skin to soothe you, keeping you in place. “Ye with us?”

You whimper. You can’t help it. It comes second nature, slipping out before you can stop it. Your muscles seize, like they’re preparing to spur you into action, and the room spins.

“No.” Simon murmurs. “Settle, darling.” He starts up a deep hum from his chest, harmonics vibrating through his bones to yours, genetics and hormones reacting to the pull of his designation, your body going boneless between them. “That’s it, good girl.”

Something is wrong. Beneath their efforts at producing a calming, soothing scent and atmosphere, there’s a tinge of anxiety. Of worry. Of distress.

You swallow.

“What’s going on?” You whisper, clenching your eyes shut.

You don’t want to face this. You don’t want to hear it… the truth. What they’ll say to you. About you.

Whispers of your past shudder across your mind, memories that you’ve worked so hard to keep away, locked up in a little box somewhere in the back of your consciousness.

You’re dirty. Your heats are dirty. You’re disgusting, like all omegas. Useless. Nothing. Just a thing to be bred, to be used. You have no value.

“I need ye to take a deep breath for me.” Johnny coaches, hand nestling against your breastbone from behind. When you do, it’s a struggle, jagged and rough. His lips find the shell of your ear, breathe fanning over your cheek. “Another one, darling. Try again-“ your ribs expand, and he kisses you sweetly. “Good. That’s it, just like that.”

“Are you hungry?” Simon asks, and you nod automatically. You’re starving, and they’ve most likely been listening to your stomach rumble for hours. He gives you a gentle smile. “I’m going to start some breakfast, and Johnny’ll get you in a shower in a minute.” You nod again. You feel like jelly, sore all over, and you imagine you probably haven’t been out of this bed in days.

The door opens, orange dusk filtering in from the living room as Johnny gives you another kiss along your jaw and sits up, pulling you close.

“Alright darling. Let’s get in the shower.”

Simon made way too much breakfast.

All your favorites, which is a good sign, you guess. And Johnny is glued to you, holding you in his lap on the couch while you eat, moving your plate and your coffee cup to and from the table to your hands.

Maybe this means they won’t throw you out.

“So.” You try to smile but it feels forced and wrong. “Am I in trouble?”

“No.” Johnny vows.

“No, of course not.” Simon agrees, pulling the plate from your fingers with a gentle tug. “But there’s a lot we need to talk about.” Your nose tingles with the threat of tears, and you fist your fingers together.

The silence is loud for a long moment. Uncomfortable, until Simon breaks it.

“I’m not going to ask why you didn’t tell us, because we know.”

The tears start immediately. You’re breaking under the weight of your shame, your fear, your past. It’s too heavy, and it hurts, ice in your chest like you’re dying.

“You know?”

“I called your doctor.” What? He what? Anger, and panic wells up in the back of your throat.

“You had no right-“

“You left the flat in the middle of your heat, in a near feral state. We found you on the street with another Alpha trying to lay a claim to you. I’m sorry for invading your privacy, but I’m not sorry for protecting you. We needed to know what was going on.” You tamp down the urge to jump to your feet and run out the front door. Johnny keeps his arms firm around your body, and you press against him anxiously.

You can’t do this. They’ll want to talk about it. They’ll want to know everything. They’ll know you’re dirty.

“Darling, hey. Look at me.” It’s Simon again, trying to catch your eye. “Everything is alright. There is nothing, nothing that you could ever do, or ever tell us, that would make us love you any less.” He’s so soft with his words, trying to coax you, but your head swings back and forth in denial.

“That’s not true.” You have to get out of here. Something is banging at the brink of your mind… something wild and raw, something trying to claw its way in. It’s violent… and feral. “I have to go.”

“What?” Johnny tugs you in tighter, but you thrash against the feeling, hysteria bubbling up in your stomach.

“Easy.” Simon wraps a hand around the back of your neck, squeezing just a bit. “Why is that not true?” When you don’t answer, he sighs. “Omega.” It’s a pull, the command of an Alpha, and you grit your teeth.

“I… I was always taught that heats are wrong, that Omegas are useless. That I’m-“

“No.” Johnny stops you. “There’s nothing wrong with ye.”

“You don’t understand.” You protest, and they both watch you mournfully.

Johnny presses his lips to your hair, and Simon pulls your hand into his.

“So tell us.”

#💀 👻 anon #peaches asks #peaches writes #dead disco omegaverse au #ghost x soap x reader

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bb-eilish · 1 year

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okay okay okay anakin being unbelievably manipulative and obsessive(not proofread)

-makes you his little stay at home wife

-he picks out your clothes every day, you need permission to go outside, use your phone, eat, all of it

-will 10000% restrict your access of going outside by yourself

-all so he can have his little wife at home, ready to be groped and fucked full whenever he pleases

-one time he came home late and drunk, you were obviously pissed off but that ended with him balls deep inside of you

-has strict rules and if you disobey him he’s going to punish you

-spankings, edging, overstimulation, maybe even a good ole time out

-omg one time your ex texted you saying he missed you and Anakin practically burst a blood vessel as he gripped the back of your neck and bent you over your couch, sent a naughty picture of you afterward to your ex with some very colorful words

-imagine the degradation and dirty talk omg

-“my pretty little wife, just waiting for me to get my hands on her” “my perfect fucking wife taking every inch of me” “My naughty little wife, you want me to punish you, don’t you?”

-makes you think you couldn’t survive without him and no one could possibly love you more “You know nobody loves you like I do” “you love me…don’t you?” “As your husband I do what’s best for you, you can’t do anything by yourself. I love taking care of my dumb little wife”

-your friends are worried about you but you don’t understand why, you enjoy being his wife and you enjoy following his orders

-so anakin says you can’t see them anymore, you accept because anakin knows best

-no locked doors, especially when you’re showering, he’s barging in and DEVOURING your pussy, like your legs are trembling and he has to hold you up with a firm hand to your stomach as he eats you out like he’s starving (which he is) god could you imagine “this is why we don’t lock doors, whenever I want this cute little pussy, i get it, understand?”

-unrelated but one time when he was fucking you, you squirted all over your sheets and he turned you around and pressed your face in it as he hammered into you

-you KNOW the breeding kink goes CRAZZZYYY

-makes sure to fill you up as often as possible “my little wife is gonna look so cute after i fuck a baby into her” “can’t wait to fucking milk you when i get you pregnant” “i’ll fuck a baby in you one after the fucking other”

-also has fucked you against every single square inch and piece of furniture in your apartment, nothing is unscathed

i’m sorry but i’m not bc toxic anakin is a DREAMMMM

i might do more of this because i have issues

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #star wars smut #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars x reader #good lord give me the STRENGTH

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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the ghost

michael berzatto x reader x carmy berzatto

800 words / smutty imagine

Summary: Mike, supposedly dead, shows up when Carmy is in Italy. One thing leads to another, and when Carmy gets back he's fine with it.

Warnings: I8+, P in V, cheating but come on

Imagine you're in a relationship with Carmy and you live together in a studio apartment. He leaves you home while he and Richie take a trip to Italy. While they're gone, there’s a knock on the door and your face goes cold when you open it and see Michael, Carmy's supposedly dead brother. You never met Michael when he was "alive" and it's terrifying to have a ghost on your doorstep. He looks a lot different from the pictures. He’s filthy and has scars. But he’s so polite and soft spoken, very disarming. You let him in and he convinces you not to call Carmy. He tells you how he had to fake his death to save his family, including Carmy, from the mob. He's been living really rough off the grid and his story tugs at your heart. He says he’ll get out of your way and return when Carmy is expected back.

You don’t want to see him go.

You offer him a shower and a hot meal before he leaves. He doesn’t want to put you out but you insist. As soon as he goes into the bathroom you remember there’s a trick to the hot water you need to show him.

You knock and he opens the door wearing just a towel, wrapped very, very low on his torso, exposing his v muscles. More scars on his broad pecs. You pull your eyes back up and he smirks. You’re salivating. He lets you into the small bathroom to show him and before you leave, he holds the towel around himself with one hand and touches your hip with the other and whispers softly, “Hey.” You lock eyes “Thanks,” he smiles. “Really appreciate it.” You leave him in the bathroom for his shower. Oh boy, this is bad.

You start making spaghetti while he’s showering. That’s a mistake - this guy makes better spaghetti than anyone. He insists on showing you a thing or two in the kitchen. He erotically handles the food. Your hands brush. You share several moments. You drink wine while you cook. He holds a spoon of sauce up to your mouth for you to taste it and your eyes are desperately fucking each other as you slurp the sauce off. He drops some on your chest and then brushes it off. He gets really close to you like you're about to kiss, then awkwardly diverts himself at the last second apologetically. After dinner, he thanks you for your hospitality and says he’s going to go. You ask him where he’s going to stay, and he says he’ll figure it out, he always does. You insist he stay there.

He’s a gentleman and says he’ll sleep on the couch even though he barely fits. But you get up in the middle of the night and come out to the living room. He sits up, big biceps bulging out of the shirt you let him borrow from Carmy. “What’s wrong, you okay?” he asks. You tell him you’re overwhelmed, worried about Carmy, worried about him, moved by his story. You ask Michael if he’ll hold you while you fall back to sleep. He says he doesn’t think he should. But a few minutes after you get back in bed, he hears you crying. He slides in behind you and spoons you. “Hey, it’s okay, baby.” His strong arms wrap around you. “Shhh, it’s okay.”

He presses gentle kisses into the nape of your neck, then his kisses become wet and his cock hardens against you. You press your ass back into him and he thrusts against you. “We can’t,” he mutters as he kisses below your ear and you’ve never been so wet. “I know,” you say as you move his hand to cup your breast. But the next thing you know, your shorts are pulled down and so are his, and he’s shoving himself into you and you’re moaning his name. He fucks you like a man who hasn’t fucked in a very long time. It feels so right, your bodies connected. He’s like Carmy, but different. And his cock is just made for you.

Michael stays for breakfast, and then stays for the rest of the time until Carmy gets back. You can’t keep your hands off each other. When Carmy gets back, he’s shocked and overwhelmed. The first time you’re eating dinner together, He senses something between you but that’s the least of his concern. He’s so overjoyed that Michael is alive that he’s more than happy to share you. Your first night back in bed with Carmy, he's so tender and loving and passionate. After he comes, he looks you in the eyes with those beautiful blue eyes. Then he presses his mouth to your neck and whispers, "thanks, baby"

"For what"

"For taking care of my brother."

#the bear x reader #the bear fanfiction #jon bernthal x reader #carmy berzatto #michael berzatto #john bernthal smut #jon bernthal #michael berzatto x reader #mike berzatto #mike berzatto x reader #the bear

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thatsdemko · 2 years

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fuck valentine - j.hughes

masterlist part two

v-day collection

request: y

pairing: jack hughes x reader

warnings: angst + mentions of phone sex + nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity

a/n: this is apart of my Valentine’s Day imagines & blurbs. I will be posting Valentine’s Day works throughout the month of February.

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

Valentine’s Day is one of the only acceptable day of the year to get laid. but of course this year, it was on a Tuesday. a day where your boyfriend had a game in Columbus, and you had to work. your boyfriend, Jack, wouldn’t be home until Saturday so you had some ideas on how to make his week go by faster, but also make Valentine’s Day still feel special.

that Tuesday, you set up your camera in your bedroom pressing record to show off your new lingerie. you had bought a set for each day he was gone and planned to send him one a day. you found yourself excited pressing send knowing he wouldn’t see the video until probably after the game, but the second after the message delivered you saw he had already opened it and was texting back.

why are you doing this to me? he dimmed the screen of his phone immediately when you, in pink lacy garments, came into view on the video. glancing around, panicked, hoping nobody saw what he was seeing, and then he continued to watch you toy with him.

“I have one for everyday you’re gone this week. hope this makes it easier for you to be away from me.” you giggled in the video. he hit replay on the video a million times before he absolutely couldn’t anymore. he had a game get ready for, and he knew if he watched any longer he might not have a dick anymore.

“you good, man? you seem tense?” Nico asked, his voice snapped jack from his thoughts. looking up from his phone that still was dim and had the video on, he saw his captain in front of him. he sighed, “oh yeah, never been better.” Nico noted the sarcasm laughing grabbing the phone from the kids hand and tossing it in jacks bag.

“whatever it is I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

jack wished that to be true, but it wasn’t. the whole game he kept replaying that video in his head. your giggle was torturing to him and you were going to pay for it on Saturday. and you knew based off the way he was playing you were in trouble.

he missed basic passes, open opportunities, and basic stick handling. it was very noticeable on television just how off he was because he didn’t even receive a single point that game. you didn’t expect the video to do that much damage to him. you were only teasing him, and besides you thought he would see it after the game. his curiosity is what killed him.

“I’m gonna kill y/n,” he muttered to himself getting out of the showers after the game. he snatched his phone from his bag to see another text from you. what more torture could it be now? he thought to himself before sliding open your message.

you miss me so bad you can’t even score he read the message, seeing the grey little bubbles moving and another video was sent to him. he let out a long sigh shaking his head. you were getting yourself into some deep deep trouble with jack. even more so than you already were.

I can’t keep doing this y/n I might not be physically intact by the end of this roadie

you chuckled to yourself sending him an image of you laying across his bed in nothing but a pink lacy thong. having enough of torturing him you decided to get dressed into your pajamas and call it a night. but just as you went to grab one of his sweatshirts, you saw your phone was lit up with his name.

“well hello, happy Valentine’s Day, jack—“

“you’re going to get me in so much trouble.” he growled, you could hear a door slam in the background, “you’re going to fix this.” he mumbled fumbling to pull down his pants. you could hear the anger and desire in his voice. he locked himself into a random closet far away from the visitors team locker room in hopes no one would have to hear him. he needed your touch and your body badly. this was not how he pictured his Valentine’s Day to be.

you giggled at his demands, oh how silly was he. you weren’t going to do anything to him. he’d have to figure that out himself. he was more than capable of getting off without you for a little longer. and you weren’t going to stop just because he couldn’t handle a saucy image or video.

“jack, I’m not going to help you come over the phone. I sent you a video for that.”

you could hear his breathing pick up and his fist pound against whatever object it was that rattled, he was too sexually driven right now, he was trying so hard to pull it together. “I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion when I get home.”

“happy Valentine’s Day to me. I can’t wait.”

#hockey imagines #hockey #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl smut #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #new jersey devils #nhl fic #hockey fic #New Jersey devils imagine #New Jersey devils blurb #hockey blurb #hockey blurbs

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Summary: While Sam lets everyone know it's time for bed she seeks you out in the bathroom wanting to know where you’d like to sleep that night not knowing that you’re in danger. The next day you find yourself being looked after by Tara, Mindy, and Ethan will he take his opportunity to take you and the girls out?

Warning: Long Chapter, Hallucinations, 18+ A Little Spicy 18+, Cussing, Wild Mean Billy Appears, and Super Creepy Ethan.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 Chapter 9 (Chapter 9.5 Coming Soon)

In your frozen state, you try to rationalize how Ghost Face can be in the bathroom with you because you can’t imagine that Sam and the others would have seen him climb through either the window or walk through the front door and not bat an eye at him. But as you stand in front of the mirror trying to rationalize his point of entry, you watch him step out of the shower one foot after the other. But as you stop thinking and start being present in your body you run for the door not even looking back to see how close he is to you in the bathroom. When your hand reaches for the door you find yourself fumbling with the door handle trying to lock and unlock it but it isn’t budging, you start to feel Ghost Face’s presence behind you making your skin crawl and your muscles tense up.

On the other side of the door, Sam can hear you struggling with the door handle, and at first, she was going to chuckle to herself almost finding it funny if it weren’t for how fast the door handle was moving, so she walked up to the bathroom door quickly. “Y/n are you okay?” she asks you through the bathroom door in a tone that is similar to a yell but is low like a whisper. But you don’t respond to her question so Sam starts to get worried while trying to keep her cool, trying not to alarm her family in the living room.

Then Mindy walks by the hallway to get a drink of water when she catches Sam playing with the bathroom door handle.“Everything okay Sam?” Mindy asks her, seeing how Sam looks like she’s almost struggling with the door handle or perhaps pulling a prank on you which she believes is highly unlikely.

As calmly as possible Sam looks over at Mindy and nods at her “Yeah sort of….I-I think Y/n is stuck in the bathroom” she says to her with a distressed look on her face a little similar to when Tara wouldn’t respond to her texts on her whereabouts.

“Oh…OH shit okay” Mindy says to Sam realizing it’s a bit urgent before she quickly walks over to Danny’s bedroom “Hey boy next door. Sam needs your help with the bathroom it’s not opening,” she says as Danny looks up from his bed with a look of concern before getting up to walk over to the bathroom.

“Sam, Samantha what’s wrong?” Danny asks Sam while walking down the hallway but Sam isn’t paying attention to him at the moment because she’s worried about you and he can see that now as he gets closer. He can tell that Sam is worried about what you might be thinking after suffering a traumatic event the other day so he turns around to quickly get his small tool kit from his bedroom so that you can get out and so that Sam doesn’t work herself into a nightmare late at night.

While in the bathroom you eventually turn your back on the door, now sweating and looking at Ghost Face as he takes a step forward and you can feel your heart beating in your ears all the while your breath picks up. You’re starting to think that this is the end for you as you stare back at Ghost Face knowing that you are currently in no condition to be fighting until you remember that he disappeared in the dark in your dream. The thought makes you look death straight in the face before looking at the corner of the mirror and the light switch near the sink. Then you ran over to turn the lights off and before Ghost Face could stab you it was lights out. It’s dark and you are breathing more heavily now, you don’t seem to hear any movement from Ghost Face who was in the bathroom with you a moment ago but that doesn’t mean your fear has lessened. Amid your fearful state, you eventually attempt to pull yourself up from the ground but a sharp pain runs up the left side of your stomach which prevents you from getting up fully. “Damn it,” you say to yourself feeling frustrated that you're unable to pick yourself up until you stop to the sound of the doorknob dropping onto the bathroom floor and then Sam shoving the door open.

“Y/n are you alright?” Sam asks you as she looks around the bathroom for the light switch before spotting it while she snakes her right arm around your waist and then with her left-hand reaches up to switch the light on.

“Yeah I’m fine just panicked a little that's all,” you say to Sam trying to brush off your feelings as she helps you up so that she doesn’t have to worry even though your voice came out shaky and a little aggravated when you went to look up at her in the now-lit bathroom.

All Sam could do was nod in your direction before pulling you closer to her body with her left arm to fully embrace you. Then turning her head she looked over at Danny who was gathering what little tools he used for the door “Sorry about your bathroom door Danny” Sam apologized to her confidant and best friend.

Danny looks up from packing his tools and then smiles at Sam and you, fully accepting his role in Sam’s life before saying “Don’t be I don’t own the apartment. I would be sorry however about not having privacy anymore” he says with a big smile making Sam chuckle a little before packing up the doorknob and making his way back to his room.

But Sam knows when her thoughts bring her back to focus on you. Sam knows better, she knows you didn’t ‘panic a little’ because she heard how your voice was. She saw how frantic you shook the doorknob like you were trying to run away from something and god would she have done anything to get to you quicker as she began to hug you.

“Are you okay?” you ask Sam as you pull away from her to scan her features while seeing those beautiful brows of hers furrow together with worry as her eyes look back at your own. But Sam didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned her face down to kiss you before taking her tongue and dragging it up your lips catching you off guard.

A quiet gasp leaves your mouth as you feel the texture of Sam’s tongue instead of her lips making you lean back to get a good look at her. You watch as Sam starts to smile, you two stay close to each other until you both hear Mindy walking down the hallway while calling your name, and as her footsteps drew closer you and Sam separated from each other.

“Hey Y/n, are you okay?” Mindy asks as she stops to look into the bathroom to see you taking a deep breath before looking over at Sam who had lifted herself up to sit on the bathroom counter making Mindy briefly look down at her water before looking at you.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine. I just-...panicked because the door wouldn’t open but I’m fine now. Thanks for asking.” You say nodding at her as Mindy smiles at you before looking over at Sam and then back at you again as a smirk tugged at her lips.

“Yeah, no problem. If you need a chaperone to the bathroom you know who to call” Mindy jokes causing you to laugh as you held your side while she watched Sam from the corner of her eye smile at your joyful face before walking back to the living room.

After Mindy left and your laughter died down you wiped your eyes before looking over at Sam as you tried to calm down “So” you start as you take a breath “What was the purpose of teasing me? Because that was rude” you told Sam.

“That was for teasing me the other night,” she says smiling at you, giving you a nod before looking at her hands as her smile sort of dropped.

“What?” you questioned “I don’t remember teaseing you the other day” you falsely admitted as you watched Sam’s brows furrow together while looking at her hands still as you walk up to the sink standing between her legs. “Unless you mean…when I did this to you?” you questioned her before sliding your hands over Sam’s jeaned thighs and sliding her closer to the edge of the bathroom counter, biting your lip a little as you did so. Sam let out a shaky breath as you slid her closer to yourself making her clasp her hands over yours. With a smile pulling at your lips there is a small voice at the back of your head telling you something. ‘It’s a little too soon to be this bold around her don’t you think? You don’t want to look desperate for her, do you?’ it says trying to upset you.

The voice almost wins as it makes you hesitate for a second before you follow through. You look up only to find Sam staring at you with a sultry gaze, a look you never thought you would ever find yourself getting from the taller brunette as the voice in your head disappears. Sam is looking down at you not only with a lustful gaze that would have you slowly undressing in front of her if Ghost Face wasn’t on the loose but with something much darker looking back at you on the surface of her pupils. Whatever it is it certainly looks back into your own and it has you in a trance.

Sam looks into your eyes and sees desire and love all at the same time but she can also sense something in your pupils as well. Because much like her own, the dark figure looking out the windows of her soul she can see a figure hiding in the far back of yours. It seems shy or maybe it’s still manifesting or perhaps it just isn’t ready to show itself yet but it certainly dares itself to look up, making Sam a little wanderlust as she slowly leans her head down. However, before Sam could capture your lips her gaze quickly moves to the hallway like a predator sensing danger as she sees something move behind the wall in the living room before closing the bathroom door with her foot.

After the door is shut Sam finds herself in a heated kiss with you except this time it's in Danny’s apartment where you are safe in her care and she has you all to herself. Sam slowly removes her hands from your own and then runs her fingers through your hair massaging your scalp before pulling your face closer to hers as she kisses you feverishly eventually getting off the counter and backing you into the wall. You let out a light whine making Sam stop for a second before you shook your head pulling her body closer into your own and saying in between kisses “I’m fine.”

Then you stretch your hand to retrieve a rag from the towel rack as Sam starts turning your back to the counter as she kisses down your jawline lightly pulling your waist into her body again. The action makes you giggle as you stuff the hole where the doorknob used to be for what little privacy you both can get before you get up on the bathroom counter where you start to feel Sam kissing down your neck. She makes you moan lightly the sound reaching her ears as you wrap your right leg around her backside, keeping her close, your right hand carding through her hair while your left hand roams her back as you stay upright. She can’t help but kiss your neck and then your shoulder more aggressively as she closes her eyes in her attempt to refrain from wanting to desperately mark you as hers to let Ethan know who you belong to in this mess of hers with Ghost Face.

Because Sam had noticed before all of this. Before Ghost Face decided to rear his ugly head. Before she saw you differently as you softly broke down her walls turning them slowly but quietly into barriers for her to use. For Sam, it was one thing to notice that you weren’t necessarily a threat to her and her family but it was most certainly another thing that after meeting you once that the next time she saw you, Ethan and Quinn were seemingly all over you. Like moths to a flame. Sam couldn’t care less about Quinn coming on to you because Quinn is a gleefully hedonistic person, looking to experience and enjoy herself as much as she can while you on the other hand seems more like someone who values knowing the deeper aspects of a person and therefore more reserved to which Sam knows first hand. She knows Quinn would be quite overwhelming for someone like you.

But when Ethan would talk to you, she would notice. She would notice how awkward he is around you but can still talk to you in small doses while his eyes would sometimes linger a little too long at your e/c ones or your lips on occasion. She remembers trying to engage you in an innocent conversation about what you would like from Dunkin and caught him staring for too long at your lips or how he watched your eyes as he flexed what little muscles he gained at the gym to try to swoon you. But Sam saw you, she saw that you would look away from him because prolonged eye contact made you uncomfortable or how you would innocently lift up the sleeve of your t-shirt to compare your gains and not bat a single eye at his muscles, but on the off chance that you did, she would know it was out of admiration, not interest.

“Ah, Sam fuc-” were the words that fell out of your mouth, pulling Sam from her thoughts as she realized that while ruminating her right hand traveled to your inner thigh rubbing your pussy through your pants with her middle and ring finger while her left hand stayed on your left thigh playing with the fabric. Sam felt like she was being overly possessive as she peered at you, she kept rubbing and hearing the muffled lewd sounds that dripped from your lips as you buried your face in her shoulder. As much as Sam wanted to take you right there in the bathroom this wasn’t how she wanted your first time with her to be, no, she wanted you in her room healed up and screaming her name as she whispered sweet praises into your ear from how well you're taking her.

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart but now isn’t the time to be caught with your pants down” Sam heard a familiar deep voice as she instinctively bit into your shoulder causing you to groan before she opened her eyes to look at the mirror. There standing in the mirror was him, her father, Billy Loomis.

Sam at first tries to pay him no mind as she removes her hands from your thighs and crotch before placing them at your sides so she can lean the side of her face against yours feeling the heated skin that she created. Then she heard you starting to laugh against her.

“Why’d you stop?” you whined softly into her ear as you tried to cool down and catch your breath, you felt Sam’s skin rubbing against your own as your brain slowly caught on to the question you asked her.

“It’s because of Ghos-” Sam started before you interrupted her, feeling your face move against hers as she saw you nod while your noses touched before she looked into your eyes like you two were the only people in the apartment. For a moment she feels at ease knowing that you haven’t been able to recall what you went through the night before because she can still hear your screams from the video he sent her, how your voice echoed with pain because you were wounded, and how the utter regret reverberated in her ears a reminder of the last conversation you shared with her. Sam hates that when someone she loves or she’s involved with in some way gets hurt by Ghost Face, she immediately blames herself. The thought brings up the old feelings of her wanting to run away from what's good for her and it almost makes her want to retreat into herself but you stop her.

If this was any other day you would know to give her time before you ask if she was hungry or if she needed extra time alone or ask her to text you when she was ready but this was different. You can tell she is starting to fall into the pool of lies you can only imagine what Sam tells herself the morning she wakes up and the moment she goes to sleep. With your hands you reach for Sam’s face “Look at me” you tell her as she looks up at you just an inch her hair falling just a little bit into her face “You are not your thoughts” you voice, as you move her hair out of the way and behind her ear. “You are not the lies that the media portray you as,” you say to her as you rub her cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs as you stare at her lips “And..” you trail off trying to find your next words.

Sam watches you as she feels the pads of your thumbs gently touch the skin of her cheekbones rubbing them still in your distracted state as she can’t help but look at your eyes and then at your perfect lips.

“You are Samantha first,” you say to her in a whisper hoping she doesn’t see how stupid in love you are with her before you feel Sam lean in to give you a slow and deep kiss similar to when she first kissed you outside by your car earlier. Then you feel her hands cup your jawline her thumbs placed just before your ears as she leans more into your body just a tad making you clasp your hands over hers as you both love each other in silence.

“To think the homos of today would be this dramatic” Sam hears her father’s voice in the background and she can’t help but spite him by kissing you just a little bit longer than she planned to but it wasn’t like you were complaining. She could tell that you were addicted to her because every time she wanted to pull away your lips were pursuing hers like she would disappear. The thought made her heart ache just a little before you slowly pulled your lips away from her own and she almost gave in to you, your lips, she wanted to chase your lips but instead, her lips hovered over your own.

“Where do you want to sleep tonight?” Sam asked you in a whisper as her lips continued to hover over the pillows of your own having a craving for them but with her father’s presence in the background she felt a bit mad and a little vulnerable. But she doesn’t want to tell you about her feelings just yet because as much as she cares for you she isn’t ready to tell you about her father.

‘Your bed’ you thought to yourself feeling a little drunk from kissing Sam before you removed your hands from hers and got off the counter with her help. Then you smiled up at her as you started to rub her stomach with your hand eventually getting lost underneath her shirt “If it's okay with you can I take the couch? Because I think I might have trouble getting off the floor” you asked Sam.

She shivers at your fingertips lightly touching her stomach and then slowly nods “You don’t need to ask but that would also make sense for you because of your….” she trailed off as she looked down at your left side. “I’ll see you in the living room,” Sam says to you smiling before kissing your forehead making you lean into her lips, closing your eyes in the process, and then Sam watched as you opened the door to leave. She takes a deep breath feeling a little lightheaded from kissing you as she smiles to herself alone before she hears her father clear his throat making her clench her teeth.

“Sam I think you need to start getting your head right,” Billy says annoyed that his daughter is so in love at the moment before seeing her walk over to the mirror with a scowl. “Don’t look at me like that, if you want to protect your new toy and your family you're going to have to think straight if you can even do that.”

Sam scoffed at the mirror “Y/N IS NOT….a toy” Sam says lowering her voice just in case her family is asleep and that you don’t go looking for her in the bathroom. She sighs thinking about everything that has happened so far between Ghost Face attacking her and her sister at the bodega, the attack at the apartment almost losing Anika, almost losing Gale, and nearly losing you right after. Sam rubs her face in frustration before placing her hands on the counter thinking something is amiss like a word that is at the tip of her tongue or a phrase but neither is coming to the surface.

Billy notices this. He notices his daughter’s thoughts and it gets him thinking as he looks down at her zeroing in on her skull then it dawns on him at the same time as Sam causing her to look up. “That's right Sam use that brain of yours,” he says as he starts to nod a smirk slowly developing across his face “Based on your conversation with Y/n…really think about who the killer might be in your group and then…Take.Them.Out” and the moment he said those three words Sam gave Billy a stare half of it was her being a Loomis determined to kill and the other the Sam you told her to put first.

Then Sam walks out of the bathroom, turns off the lights, and then walks down the hallway to the living room fixing her top as she goes. As she gets closer to the living room she finds everyone sleeping in their usual spots. The boys Ethan and Chad are sleeping near the window, Mindy is sleeping at one end of the couch, Tara is sleeping not far from Mindy, and then you, the new addition to the couch, are sleeping. But before Sam could join you and her family in the living room Sam did her usual routine.

She made sure all of the windows were locked picking them up to make sure they wouldn’t open before walking over to the front door to make sure that the locks were secured enough that it wouldn’t open suddenly while everyone was asleep. After making sure everything was secured Sam finally enters the living room fully, hearing soft snores and slight hums of those asleep before finding the sweetest scene. There lay Tara and Mindy with their hands linked to your own as you lay comfortably across the couch your wounded side to the ceiling with your shirt slightly lifted from moving in your sleep and the sight made Sam get her phone so that she can take a photo of you three. Soon after, Sam puts her phone as well as your own on a charger before laying down next to her sister but not before she turns off the mini light near Mindy’s head “Goodnight guys” Sam says in a whisper making sure to kiss yours and Tara's foreheads before lights out.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Babadook playing on the TV screen and along with it the sound of someone beginning to sit down in front of you. You had felt their hair tickle your face before it was quickly removed almost making you sneeze as you moved your hand to press the tip of your nose to prevent yourself from spreading germs. But you also got a whiff of something sweet and nutty with a hint of vanilla a subtle shampoo scent that you knew belonged to Tara. “Deranged women who worship the Baba that dooks. What possessed you to watch that movie in my presence?” you asked in an old raspy woman voice that made your best friend laugh so hard that you were afraid that she might just need her inhaler or worse a rush to the hospital.

But soon you hear Tara’s laugh slowly turn into giggles, a sound you haven’t heard in a while since your friendship started to dissolve the moment she first took a shot in front of you before you hear her take a deep breath in. “I wasn’t possessed to watch Babadook doofus, you should know that better than anyone,” Tara says to you as she adjusts her seating position on the floor in front of you before she asks you a question. “Y/n could you pass me two pillows?” before she heard you make a humming sound in agreement as your hand searched for the two pillows she asked for.

“Where is everyone by the way?” you asked Tara as you gave her one pillow for her to sit on while looking around the room when you spotted Ethan in the kitchen making a sandwich on the island. You watched how he was holding the kitchen knife cutting a tomato slow and deliberately and how something about the way he was cutting seemed oddly familiar to you causing you to furrow your bows in question. Then you found another pillow for Tara to lean her back on “Lean forward for me?” you asked Tara as you saw your best friend lean forward so you could place the pillow down behind her back. “I thought you would have gone with your sister considering…well everything you both are going through at the moment,” you say with careful consideration as you look at the back of Tara’s head before trying to get up from the couch without help.

“Well, Sam, Danny, and Chad went out to get food from the store leaving me, Mindy, and Ethan to watch over you. Here’s the sticky note…even though she could have just texted me” Tara says with a huff as you hum again before she turns around to give you the sticky note for evidence and for you to read yourself. Upon reading the note you find it to be a little odd considering that Ghost Face is a crafty bastard. But knowing that Danny has an apartment full of people residing in it, it would make sense that they would go out as a group to go shopping for food and to be extra safe.

You sigh after reading the sticky note that Tara gave you as you give yourself time to let the words settle before looking over at your best friend. “At least she left a note of her whereabouts Tara because communication is key plus she's not alone in going grocery shopping she has Chad and Danny with her like you said. We’re stronger in numbers you know” you tell her before you watch Tara release a heavy sigh and then get up to leave the room “Wait where are you going?” you ask.

“I’M GOING TO THE BATHROOM” Tara yelled back at you as she walked down the hallway “GOD MINDY” you hear Tara yell at Mindy through the bathroom door as you tried to refrain from laughing not wanting to rip your stitches open as you hear Mindy say something back to her but its muffled and you can clearly hear water running in the background.

While all of this is happening, you trying your best to refrain from laughing, Tara waiting to use the bathroom, and Mindy just taking a shower, you don’t notice that Ethan is staring at you from the island. He watches intently at how your body reacts to laughing and listens to the sounds of your laughter before his eyes catch the bite on your shoulder. With the knife in his hand, he cuts open a piece of bread next to him but he cuts it slowly so as to not draw attention to himself as he could only imagine how you got the bite mark the night before.

His grip on the knife tightens as he remembers how he watched you glide your hands slowly over Sam’s thighs pulling her closer to the edge of the counter and how the action left a smile on your face. ‘How bold of you’ he thought to himself as he licked his lips behind the wall and felt himself get a little hard at the sight of your hands and thinking of what you could possibly do to him. Then he saw how Sam looked down at you like a starved animal ready to consume, a feeling he knows all too well while looking at you sometimes until he hid behind the wall before coming back to reality when the knife cut his thumb.

Then he heard you get up slowly from the couch hearing you groan, making him look up at you before he quickly looked down at what he was doing. In his peripherals, he saw that you stopped to watch Tara probably enter the bathroom because he heard Mindy grant her access before he watched you from the corner of his eye enter the kitchen making him look up as he licked his thumb while checking you out.

When you walked into the kitchen you felt like someone was watching you so you turned to look and you saw Ethan looking down at the sandwich he was making so you gave him a quick look over. After that you walk around him to get the package of bread beside his arm and then a knife from the drawer behind him. But as you did so you felt yourself getting anxious so you tried to calm yourself down with some breathing exercises and took your time to walk over to your counter not far from him until you felt your skin crawl and your body start to tense up.

Behind you, Ethan takes a quiet step back from the island with the kitchen knife in his right hand as he studies your body, licking his lips as he quietly takes a step forward toward you. ‘It's too bad Y/n, we could have made a killer couple’ he thought to himself, a smile growing on his face as he got excited to try and hurt you for the second time, except this time.

This time he’s really going to stab you.

Ethan brings his right hand up ready to stab you in the back hoping to get the same fearful reaction from you like last time but he was so wrong. When he brought the knife down on you, you quickly turned around with a frightened expression on your face briefly before anger suddenly washed over you, becoming someone else in front of him. You brought your hand up to catch the wrist that holds the knife. Then you use your other hand holding the knife you were going to use for your breakfast, shoving it up and forward toward Ethan’s oblique but he caught your hand moving just in time to catch your right wrist with his left hand.

His eyes widened for a second before he smiled wildly in front of you because he didn’t realize how the file his overseer showed him pertaining to you was true and he loved how you had the look of a potential serial killer in your eyes. He was in love with the way you looked, angry and lustful to spill his blood. But as much as he loved the way you looked at him, he did take offense at your attempt to return the favor of trying to stab him back so he dropped the knife that he was holding in his right hand and reached down to grab your wrist. After doing so, he slides his left leg back throwing you to the floor behind him causing you to grunt in slight pain, and as you go to get up Ethan approaches you from behind to stab you with the knife that was already in your hand. A struggle ensues Ethan is pulling the knife in your hand and forcing it backward the blade aiming for your throat but he doesn’t get very far because you end up head-butting him causing the knife to nick the right side of your jawline.

Ethan staggers back onto the counter before watching you slowly get up from the ground even though he loves the sight in front of him, watching you as you stretch your back just a little bit before turning around to face him. He doesn’t anticipate you throwing the knife at his crotch causing him to hop onto the counter at the last second as he let out an evil chuckle, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I love it when my prey wants to play with me. If only you can play with me in other ways Y/n’ Ethan thought to himself. That was his mistake because when he opened his eyes next, you had the kitchen knife in your hand and you sliced upward cutting part of his stomach and his chest causing him to slide off the counter. He hit the floor as he groaned in pain. You slowly turn to your right to face Ethan on the ground, tilting your head just a tad, your eyes and face devoid of any emotion as you watch him struggle to get up from the floor. You watch as Ethan reaches for the island, slowly pulling himself up, you give him a chance to taste a bit of hope before thinking about snuffing it out. When Ethan is on his two feet he turns around to face you and even though he has some height on you and strength he’s now concerned for his safety as you approach him.

“Y/n let's talk about this,” Ethan says with a shaky voice trying to break you out of your emotionless state but he can’t, your eyes were on him like a dog locked on their prey ready to tear them apart so it caught him by surprised once again when you lunged at him with the kitchen knife. You aimed for his chest but he caught your wrists before you could do any more damage to him so now you both struggle against one another's strength even though Ethan can see the knife getting closer to his chest. Unknowest to you however Ethan hears the sound of keys going into the door causing him to smile as he stalls for a moment trying to make work of his own strength against your own for a little while longer. Then as he heard the door open and saw Chad about to walk through the door, Ethan directs the knife in your hand to cut his right forearm before screaming and falling to the living room floor.

Ethan’s scream catches Chad’s attention as he looks up briefly to look at you not seeing the knife before pushing the door open “WHOAH WHOAH!” he says aloud as he runs into the apartment causing Sam to push past Danny to see what is happening putting the grocery bags down on the island before walking over to you.

“Y/N? What happened?” Sam asked you as she walked in front of the island trying to get your attention, then she caught sight of the kitchen knife in your hand before looking over at Ethan seeing blood on his chest and forearm. But the lacerations even though they were big, they weren't big enough for her to care at the moment as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“What the fuck happened?” Mindy says standing at the entrance of the hallway fully clothed with Tara walking up beside her as both girls looked at the scene in front of them seeing Sam near you, Chad hunched over Ethan, and Danny near the couch with whatever medical supplies he had in the apartment.

“I wasn’t even in the bathroom for that long. What exactly happened while I was away?” Tara questions aloud before walking over to Sam with Mindy trailing behind her and as she got closer to her older sister she looked over to see Chad getting up before becoming confrontational.

“Chad wait!” Sam yells at Chad as she quickly walks in front of you to shield you while Tara and Mindy step in front of her to stop Chad in his tracks. The confrontation causes Sam to give Chad the sternest stare while you back up into the counter behind you, eyes focused on Ethan.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N?” Chad yells at you as he puffs up his chest stopping in his tracks near Tara and Mindy “First you hit him over the head at your apartment and now attempted murder?!” he spewed at you.

The accusation made Sam speak up “We don’t know that yet Chad now back off” Sam said sternly as she gave Danny a look to keep Chad at bay before turning her back to check on you but when she turned around she saw that you were backed up into the corner of the kitchen like a scared animal starting to tear up and visibly shaking in front of her. “Y/n, hand me the knife,” she asked you calmly as she slowly walked over to you with her hands up letting you know that she meant no harm to you but you shook your head as you stared at Ethan.

“Ethan. Explain yourself, what happened here?” Mindy asks him as she let her arms down for a minute before looking at her brother, briefly pointing at him, “Not a single word out of you” she says with an equally stern look occpanied by her stong voice.

“You can’t be serious!” he says exasperated as he slowly gets up from the floor with Chad’s help while looking at Mindy “I was making a sandwich on the island cutting up some vegetables and then after Tara left to go use the bathroom Y/n walked over to the counter to make herself a sandwich.” He says with tears in his eyes as he looks almost frightened “Then Y/n grabbed the bag of bread from the island and when I went to grab it back she tried to kill me” he says next as he wipes his eyes before staring at you causing Mindy to snap her fingers at him to focus on her.

After Ethan explained what he thought happened, Sam still kept her eyes on you not even looking back to acknowledge what Ethan was saying because she wanted to stay focused on you. You had gone through such a traumatic experience not that long ago and just like her little sister she wants to make sure that you are okay, even though her father's voice is telling her to keep you at arm's length when her heart is telling her to keep you close. But Sam shook her head before stepping into your view, blocking you from seeing Ethan as she watched your breathing go from erratic and slow to a calming breathing pace “That’s it Y/n, you’re doing great” she encouraged you in a whisper. Then Sam brought her hand slowly over your own that is holding the knife seeing as you grabbed the knife so tightly that your knuckles had turned white as she tried to further coax you out of letting the knife go. “Y/n, I need you to look at me. You are safe, now please let the knife go” Sam says to you in a low voice that causes you to look up at her brown orbs, and for a moment she sees you take a slow sigh of relief as you let go of the knife.

After Sam took the knife from you, you closed your eyes as soon as you felt Sam start to wipe the tears from your eyes before placing the knife on the side of the sink and wetting a napkin to use to clean the wound on your jawline. “Mmm,” you hummed in pain as you tried to move your face away from Sam’s hand before stopping yourself and sucking it up so that she can quickly clean up the blood on the side of your face. But at some point Sam stopped and then walked over to Danny’s junk drawer for a pack of band-aids so she could put one on you and when she did you looked away from her.

“What’s your story Y/n?” Sam asked you as she took the plastic wings off the sides of the bandaid that would stick to your skin as she gently placed the bandaid on your face before gently tapping the bandaid to make sure it was secured before asking you again “What happened while I was away?”

“I-” you started as your eyes started to drift to Ethan’s figure making Sam step into your view again and she watched as you took a deep breath while wringing your hands together “I don’t know. One moment I was in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich and the next..” You got quiet for a moment thinking about what had happened, something Sam took a mental note of as she saw the cogs in your head moving, watching your brows furrow in thought. “I was holding the kitchen knife and he was on the floor screaming,” you told Sam and she nodded at your answer before she noticed that you were staring at her eyes a little while longer.

From the look of your eyes, Sam could tell that you were leaving details out or at the very least trying to let her know that you did in fact remember something that happened to you two nights ago. Because Sam knows that you don’t like making eye contact for long periods of time with the exception of her and her family so she places her hands over your own in awareness. “Let’s talk somewhere privately after, okay?” Sam says to you at a volume that only you can hear before squeezing your hand.

You squeeze her hand back as a silent agreement before your hands part from one another. The lack of contact makes Sam take a deep breath as she turns around to walk into the living room until she catches a knife sticking out of one of the spare cabinets that Danny has. Sam quickly bent down to get the knife but she had to give it a few tugs before it came out so when she fully had the mini knife in her hand she looked at it before looking at Ethan. ‘What exactly did you do?’ She thought to herself before placing the knife down on the island before proceeding to walk into the living room making Tara and Mindy turn their heads eventually having a group conversation.

You on the other hand kept your distance from your friends who occupied the living room except for Danny as he made his way over to the kitchen in front of you. “I’m sorry about the cabinet Danny” you apologize to him in a soft voice but he just shakes his head before clearing his throat.

“As long as you are safe like everyone else..minus perhaps um that Ethan boy behind me” he says the last part in a whisper trying to lighten the mood for you before nodding his head gently with a smile “I wouldn’t worry about the cabinet door Y/n.” He reassures you before picking up the mini knife, bringing it over to the sink and then gently nudging you with his shoulder making you smile before cleaning some dishes.

Then you catch something moving to the right of your peripherals making you look past Danny and near the front door. Your eyes widen at the sight, your mouth agape.

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I want to thank a few people in my life who helped me with the knife scene. My dad for trying to show me how to defend myself against someone who has a knife and my little brother for being a weapon nut and choreographing the knife fight with me scene in our kitchen on Thanksgiving. I would also like to thank @alkivm and my older sister for helping me figure out how to reword and better describe the different values and personalities between Quinn and Y/n.

If anyone was offended in any way by the previous version of the paragraph I do apologize for it and that I take full responsibility it was never the intent to write that paragraph that way.

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