#IT WOULD BE SOME MINOR MAKEUP TO HIDE WHEN SHE BLUSHED

[slu7formen]

disarmed by desire. | luke castellan x f.r

₊˚⊹♡ luke can’t seem to get out of his head a certain someone, things become even harder when that certain someone, is an aphrodite’s daughter.

warnings: seduction, sexual tension, luke is obsessed over reader, reader’s an aphrodite’s daughter, reader has long hair (not really a warning but whatever).

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

pt2 here

Luke Castellan was obsessed with you.

No, not obsessed. He worshipped you.

He didn’t even know when it started. It was not one thing or situation that started it all, but little small things he witnessed that eventually lead to his confusing and strong feelings he wanted to desperately hide.

Being an Aphrodite’s daughter was no joke, nor was it falling for one of them. All of your brothers and sisters shared an unbeatable beauty. Each one of you is so different, but yet so similar. But the more you grew since your arrival to the camp when you were fifteen, the more you stood out to Luke’s eyes. The Aphrodite cabin girls were known for their charm, but you seemed different, less concerned with vanity and more with genuine connection.

The first flicker appeared during Capture the Flag. Luke wasn't actively participating, a rare occurrence for the camp's best swordsman. Instead, he leaned against a tree, nursing a minor but piercing shoulder wound himself, when she appeared. She wasn’t running across the battlefield like a fiery warrior, but holding a kid’s hand as he was a whimpering mess walking behind her, he sat down on a rock and she instantly attended his bloody knee.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t worry” her voice had said, and the little kid almost immediately stopped sobbing. “Other kids can be mean sometimes. What’s your name?”

Luke watched, spellbound, as your nimble fingers, surprisingly calloused for a daughter of Aphrodite, expertly cleaned and bandaged the wound. Sunlight kissed your hair, turning the braids into strands of melted gold. Laughter danced in your voice, calming the kid down and blending with the clash of swords.

It wasn't just your beauty, though that was undeniable. It was the tenderness in your touch, the quiet confidence radiating from you, a stark contrast to the usual flirtatiousness Luke associated with your cabin. He quickly realized you were also one of the few Aphrodite’s daughter who had the ability of influencing others with your voice; charmspeaking.

Even when your voice didn’t resonate for him, but for the little kid you were attending, he felt undeniably attracted to your sweet melody, maybe that’s why he stared so long at you too.

Then, your eyes met his. A smile bloomed on your lips. "Need some patching up yourself, brave knight?"

His breath hitched as your eyes pierced his, a blush creeping up his neck. He stammered, "No, I'm good." But the lie tasted bitter on his tongue. He wasn't just injured physically; a new wound had opened in his chest, one caused by a flirty smile and a concern genuine enough to pierce through his thick built-up walls.

Luke's attraction to you wasn't solely physical, but he'd be lying if he didn't find himself momentarily stunned by the way you carried yourself.

He couldn't help but steal glances when you wore shorter skirts or crop tops that hinted at the toned physique earned through years of training, or when the older campers organized a secret night out at the lake in which you made sure to wear the best bikini you could find. He'd catch himself mesmerized by the way sunlight would dance on the curves of your body, sending a flicker of heat through him and his own veins. There was an undeniable beauty in your perfectly applied makeup, but it only served to highlight the mischief sparkling in your eyes and the warmth etched on your smile.

It wasn't just the jealousy your beauty ignited in other girls, or the admiration you garnered from younger campers. It was the way you moved, how confidence flowed through you like liquid gold, making even the simplest actions seem captivating. One afternoon, he saw you braiding wildflowers into your hair, your fingers moving with practiced ease, and he found himself staring with parted lips, hypnotized by the delicate beauty you created.

He started finding himself drawn to her laughter, its rich melody echoing through the camp. He'd catch glimpses of her practicing archery, her form uncannily elegant even as she sent arrow after arrow into the bullseye.

She was perfect.

His mind would try to rationalize, tell him it was the warrior in you that drew him in, the way you handled a sword with both grace and ferocity. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. It was the way your beauty existed in perfect harmony with your strength, a potent combination that left him both breathless and curious.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, not even to himself, but the truth was, Luke found himself daydreaming about brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, feeling the warmth of your skin against his fingertips as he leaned it for a kiss of your sugar lips. Something as simple as that had him zoning out of every conversation and forgetting about activities in the camp. He imagined the playful glint in your eyes when you caught him staring, the teasing lilt in your voice as you challenged him to a duel.

Until, well… a true duel emerged. Summer was just starting after all, and practice needed to be done.

Steel sang beneath the afternoon sun as their practice began. The sky was painted with orange and bright yellow colors, as your darkened figures danced around the field. Luke, known throughout camp as the prodigy at sword fighting, moved with a controlled ferocity, his blade a blur of deadly grace. But his opponent today wasn't your average camper. You wielded your sword with the effortless elegance of a former ballerina, impressive to be someone who’s main skill is not fighting, he had to admit. Each parry was a pirouette, each attack a leap defying gravity.

Sparks flew as your blades clashed, but where Luke relied on brute force, you danced around him, using your agility and unexpected angles to deflect his blows. He felt a frustrated flush creep up his neck and loudly beat inside his chest, every missed strike fueling the unspoken tension swirling between you.

Sweat already glistened on your sun-kissed skin, adding a raw allure to your perfectly applied makeup. It dripped down your collarbone and hid underneath your shirt.

Luke fought with intensity, fuelled not just by the thrill of the duel, but by the desire to impress the captivating enigma before him. You, in turn, met his ferocity with playful taunts and flirtatious dodges, your laughter tinkling in his ears.

Some campers have forgotten about their own practices, drawn to the captivating spectacle between you two. Whispers swirled about Luke's unmatched skill, your surprising prowess, and the undeniable spark crackling between you.

“Look at that” Grover shook Annabeth’s arm, eyes pierced in two shadows swiftly moving around the grass, clashing their blades with resonating grunts and heavy breaths.

“Who’s that?” Percy suddenly asked, eyes wide and parted lips hypnotized by the slender figure whose hair flew around like it had its own life.

“yn, an Aphrodite’s daughter” his friend explained. “Not bad at swords at all, though. But she’s got Luke on his nerves”

Percy nodded. “Yeah, I can tell”

But Annabeth laughed. “Not that kind of nerves. Let’s just say she’s enjoying the attention Luke gives her”

The fight went on, each passing moment stretching the boundaries of skill and endurance. Your movements were a whirlwind of elegance and precision, forcing Luke to constantly adapt, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

“Tired, hero?" you purred, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you walked around him and twirled your sword, the sunlight reflecting off its polished surface. "Perhaps a touch of Aphrodite's charm is what you need?"

Luke gritted his teeth, channeling his growing attraction into focused strikes. But despite the heat of the battle, your image kept blurring his vision - your smile, the way your hair fell around your face, how your cheeks flushed red and your glossy lips parted as you blocked his movement against you one more time. He felt his defenses crumbling, his usual stoicism replaced by a raw need to prove himself, not just as a swordsman, but as a man worthy of your attention.

“Careful, princess. Playing with fire might just burn you” he countered as he parried a particularly fierce blow, the impact sending a tremor up his arm. His voice was low enough for only you to hear.

"Oh, Luke" you laughed. “Thanks for worrying so much about me but, I know how to handle a little heat" You lunged, your blade aimed for his shoulder. He barely deflected it, the tip grazing his bicep, sending a jolt of adrenaline through him.

In a swift, mesmerizing blur, your blade danced around his, finding an opening. The clang of steel resonated as your sword disarmed him, sending his clattering to the ground. Silence descended, broken only by the ragged rasp of his breath.

He lets his knees fall to the ground, thinking you would have enough mercy for him to give him a break. But he found himself with the tip of your blade resting gently under his chin. You tapped it twice.

“Up, Castellan” you demanded. He looked up at you.

Your eyes, sparkling with both victory and amusement, held him captive. Sweat and dust smudged your face, adding a primal beauty to your already breathtaking features.

A slow smile tugged at his lips, not of defeat, but of something deeper. He lifted up his hands. "Seems I underestimated the true power of Aphrodite's daughters" he rasped, his voice husky with exertion and something else – an undeniable desire.

“Hell yes you did!” one of your sisters replied, earning a few laughs from the rest of the campers.

The small crowd erupted in cheers once the battle was determined as won by you. Luke eventually got up, sword still under his chin. He was much taller than you, to which you had to lift your own head up to fully see his face.

The roar of the crowd faded into a distant hum as Luke only focused on the heavy pounding on his chest, sword dangerously still close. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, tracing a path past the flush blooming on his cheeks.

"And it seems that our little hero falls not just to skill, but also to some… irresistible charm" you purred, amusement tugging at your lips.

Luke grinned, a touch cocky, a touch breathless. "Perhaps," he conceded, voice husky with exertion. "But I wouldn't call it defeat” he cooed as you slowly put your sword down, placing it next to you. His gaze dropped, tracing a slow path down the curve of your sweat-kissed neck, lingering on the way your shirt clung to your form. Your exposed legs shined underneath the weak sun. The air crackled with unspoken desire, the playful banter now infused with something hotter, more primal.

"Besides," he murmured, voice low and dangerous, "victors deserve their spoils, don't they?"

His words hung heavy, loaded with hidden meaning, a meaning only the two of you seemed to understand now. You felt a blush creep up your neck, surprised by the sudden shift in his usual way of being towards you. You knew he knew you flirted, that you did it with ease. But this was different. This was Luke Castellan, the stoic, the untouchable, and suddenly, he was playing your game.

"And what kind of spoils are you thinking of, big boy?" you countered, your voice barely a whisper.

Luke looked around, campers long gone, already going back to their own activities as soon as your tense situation ended.

He stepped in closer, the space between you shrinking to a charged silence. "Maybe,-" he rasped head down and still heavy breathing, "a dance with the warrior who disarmed me not just with her blade, but with her breathtaking distraction."

His eyes flickered down to your lips, the unspoken desire sparking a flame within you.

“Or maybe something a little more private, as you wish” he continued.

The world seemed to shrink to the heat emanating from your body, the intoxicating scent of wildflower and victory mingled with sweat. Your pulse quickened, a blush blooming on your cheeks.

You laughed in disbelief, smoothly placing your long hair on one side of your head, bright mane elegantly falling like a cascade without you even trying. "Bold proposition, handsome" you replied, voice barely a breath, still trying to catch it. The nickname twisted Luke’s guts, in a good way, might as well have woken up something else. "But maybe you should focus on winning a proper duel before demanding rewards"

He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated through you. "Challenge accepted, my lady” he whispered, stepping back and raising an eyebrow. "But know this; our next battle won't be fought with steel, but with wit, charm, and a touch of something… different"

You tilted your head to the side as he took his sword from the grass. "And this time, I won't underestimate an Aphrodite's daughter, or the power of warrior who knows how to play just as dirty as she fights"

This wasn't the playful banter you were used to, but you sure liked it. This was Luke Castellan, awakened, and the thrill of it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"We shall see, Luke" you countered, your voice husky with a newfound nervousness as you pronounced his name. "We shall see."

As you turned to address a new opponent on the field, the memory of his voice, hot and suggestive against your ear, lingered on your skin. This wasn’t what you started, this was a dance of unspoken desires fueled by sweat, steel, and the awakening of a forbidden hunger in the heart of Luke Castellan. And you, the daughter of Aphrodite, were ready to play.

He couldn't help but watch you go, his heart brimming with a newfound determination. He admired your skill, your wit, your beauty, and most of all, the way you made him feel – breathless, excited, and utterly captivated. Your golden figure disappeared into a new crowd of campers looking for someone else to fight.

This was about to be one of the best summers ever.

pt2 here <3

I’m so delulu over this man istg

Currently reading PJ 3rd book :) Had to retake my lecture after I watched the show

ALWAYS OPEN FOR REQUESTS! <3

[wandussyfantasy]

hiii i have a request 🌚 g!p reader x Wanda pairing. background: reader and pietro are best friends and have been since childhood. reader and wanda never got along but secretly have crushes on each other. wanda is jealous because reader is a player and has hooked up with all of wanda’s friends, and reader just uses those girls to distract from not being able to have wanda because they don’t want to ruin their friendship with pietro. it all comes to a head when reader saves wanda from a handsy at a house party and the tension between them is too much and they confess their feelings and have sex.

i also have more ideas along their universe where they continue to hook up (behind pietro’s back) and wanda thinks it’s not serious (she wants it to be but is afraid of saying anything thinking reader just wants to be casual) but reader thinks they’re exclusive. maybe wanda sees reader talking to an ex and mentions thinking of going out with some guy and reader is all confused and offended like why would you talk to me about planning to cheat on me? and they have a legit convo about being together exclusively

also thinking it would be funny if after all that pietro catches them after having sex when he goes to readers house and bursts in their room and he just pauses absolutely shocked and scandalized, reader thinks they’re about to be murdered , and then pietro is like…you know what? that actually makes so much sense

sorry this is so long, idk if you can tell but the ideas been in my head a while LOL

Busted

Summary: Final part to You Suck, Let's Fuck. Y/n and Wanda start to get sloppy with hiding their relationship from Pietro.

Pairings: Wanda x NB!AMAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,661k

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!! smut, g!preader, powerbottom!wanda, fingering, dirty talk, fluff, masturbation, oral, sex toys, public touching, fantasies, and teasing.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

“Come on, just one time,” you beg Wanda as you stand behind her in the bathroom. She is brushing her teeth and getting ready for the day. You like to hold her from behind in front of mirrors. As much as you like fucking her from behind in front of the floor length mirror in her bedroom. 

She blushes as she watches you and feels you kiss her neck. “I don’t know. Just, wait a little bit longer. I just got a new prescription. It wouldn’t be safe.” She stops brushing to spit. 

You groan against her neck when she comes back up. She falls against your chest with her eyes closed. She loves being in your strong arms. A door slam has the both of you jumping apart. 

“Wanda! I need-” Pietro starts.

“Damn Wanda! I need to use the restroom! Come on,” you shout from the bathroom  threshold. 

“Wanda, you have to stop hogging the bathroom,” Pietro gripes and Wanda rolls her eyes. 

“Well if this place wasn't overcrowded, maybe we wouldn't continue to have this problem,” Wanda retorts as she starts to pull makeup out. You start dancing like you have to pee. Pietro takes pity on you and takes Wanda out of the room because he needed to ask her about something important. 

“Bitch,” you mutter and stick your tongue out at Wanda. The secret code for affection. 

“Slut,” she hisses and sticks her tongue out. You smile once you close the door and sigh in relief of pulling off the cover up. 

••••

You and Wanda decide to take a day off from school and stay home. Pietro doesn't know and is gone for the day going to class. You are trying to be cute and make something nice for Wanda in the kitchen. She watches you and is so touched by the simple act that she cannot wait to give you a reward. 

While you're mixing the pancake batter, Wanda crawls between you and the kitchen island. She pulls your cock out of your sleep pants and she starts sucking on your cock. “Mmm that feels good,” you hum as you continue to mix the batter. 

The way she licks and sucks on your cock distracts you to the point that you can't think about anything other than her warm lips. You hold her head and start to gently rock your hips, slowly fucking her face. “Fuck, Wanda,” you groan as she strokes the rest of your cock with her warm hand. 

The front door opening causes your eyes to widen. Familiar coughing has your heart racing. “Stop,” you whisper but Wanda is too far gone to hear the hasty whisper. You put your hands on the counter and Wanda takes that as a cue to take the control back. You pray that she at least hears the footsteps getting closer but then she deepthroats you so it's clear that she has no idea. You let out an involuntary moan. 

“Aw no,” Pietro says, then sneezes as he enters the kitchen slightly. “You got the flu too?” He coughs and you nod as you start to sweat. Wanda stalls for a moment. Your dick is throbbing in her mouth. Your heart is pounding anxiously. 

“Yeah, I was trying to make something and ugh, I just started to feel queasy,” you moan again. Trying to mimic the sound you made earlier. 

“Aw damn, I'm sorry,” Pietro coughs again. “I'm going to go lay down.” He points to the rooms. “Hopefully Wanda doesn't get it. We're going to need someone functional to pick up meds and shit.” 

“Yeah, I think she should be home soon. We can have her, ugh, pick stuff up,” you suggest as Wanda starts to suck on your cock again. You are fighting everything in you to not react the way you want to. It's enough to pull off the sick act. 

“Smart, I'll text her,” he says then sneezes. “I'll talk to you later.” He walks off to his room and the fact that he almost caught you with his sister but didn't is enough to have you blowing a load into Wanda's mouth. 

You pull your cock out of her mouth and quickly shove it back into your pants. “That was crazy! I can't believe you,” you whisper shout at her as you look at her on the floor. Wanda holds her finger over her mouth to signal for you to be quiet. Her phone buzzes and she pulls it out to read the message from her brother. 

“We probably should stock up on stuff, you know how bad it gets when someone gets sick in this house. I'll be back,” she kisses you on the cheek. “Finish making the pancakes, I expect them to be stacked in my room by the time I get back.” She grabs her purse and car keys and walks out of the house. You almost can't believe you just came inside of her mouth. 

••••

“Why do you both disappear when we go to these things?” Pietro asks as the three of you sit in an Uber to another house party on campus. “It's like you both agree to go home at the same time or something. I used to be able to actually hangout with you two. What's going on?” 

You hold your breath as you panic. There wasn't a reasonable answer. There was also no way were you going to tell him that you were fucking his sister. 

Wanda looks at you with slightly wide eyes, not sure what to say herself. “Well, sometimes I walk out feeling confident in one of those skimpy outfits but um when I'm there I feel a little weird and leave to change but then I get tired and just go to bed,” Wanda says. “That's why I'm not wearing one of those tonight.” Pietro nods and apologizes to Wanda. He half hugs his sister. 

“Um for me, you know about Wanda’s friends and their little boycott against me. I keep striking out and get bored. I have stuff to ehem, occupy my time at home better than getting rejected.” You say next. 

Pietro frowns, “Oh, I'm sorry Y/n. I didn't realize you were having a hard time picking up. I mean, you have game. I've witnessed you flirt. It's a masterclass. I mean I've spent hours trying to talk with a girl and I've seen you flip that same girl within minutes of approaching her. I swear I've seen the panties drop when they-” 

“OKAY! WE GET IT,” Wanda bursts out. You swear you could see the smoke coming out of her ears. 

“Okay, I won't talk Y/n up now. But Y/n, you've gotta stick with me tonight. I'll help you get some tail tonight.” He pats your shoulder and you smile and say that you appreciate it even though you don't need his help. But what's the alternative? You can't tell him that you're fucking his sister. 

Pietro drags you all over the sorority house, introducing you to the pretty girls. You try to fake the game that Pietro has witnessed time and time again but your heart isn't in it. There is only one person you want to go home with tonight but you can't tell your best friend that. 

You bomb every interaction as you feel Wanda's stare. You want to run to her and kiss her. But you can't escape the arm Pietro has around your shoulders. You can just find her with your eyes. It kills you when you eventually find her flirting with other guys. 

You can't take it anymore. You have to say something. You have to tell Pietro the truth. “Pietro, I have to tell you something,” you start. You've had quite a few drinks so you're louder than you intend to be. “I've been meaning to tell you this for some time now but-” 

“Woah are you feeling well Y/n?” Wanda says as she interjects. “You don't look too good. Maybe I should help you get home.” 

“O-okay,” you stumble on your words as you nod. When Wanda has pulled you outside of the house you frown. “I thought you wanted him to know.” 

“Not like this,” she says as she subtly rubs your back. “Not drunk at a loud party after he tried to hook you up all night,” she shakes her head. “It's not the time,” she looks around before sneaking a kiss on your cheek. 

“Okay,” you agree. When the Uber arrives, the two of you snuggle in the backseat. 

“Geez, you really did need to come home! How much did you drink?” Wanda asks as she helps you into the house. 

“I don't know,” you slur, “your brother kept handing me drinks to loosen me up. Says I need it for the ladies. At this point, nothin’ is happenin’ for the ladies. My dick is dead,” you point to your crotch and laugh. Wanda shakes her head as she helps you into your bed. When you're settled she tries to leave but you grab her wrist and pull her on top of you. “Don't go yet, I want to fall asleep holdin’ you. I like holdin’ you,” you admit. 

Wanda sigh, “I will fall asleep in your arms, honey. As much as I would love to, that's not how Pietro should find us.” 

You pout but you let her go and fall asleep. 

••••

You and Wanda are away on another weekend getaway. The two of you are cuddling on the bed watching a movie and things start to get steamy on the film. You start to think about the things you would like to do to Wanda and your dick starts to come alive. 

“I have a surprise,” Wanda says as she lightly massages the bulge in your sweatpants. 

“You threw out all of the condoms?” You ask excitedly. 

“No,” she rolls her eyes. “Stop asking, I’m not going to say yes. I told you, when I’m ready, I’ll let you know.” 

“Fine, okay,” you laugh, “I’m sorry, it was a bad joke. What’s the surprise?” 

She loosens up and smiles as she kisses you on the lips. She walks to her luggage and unzips it. She diggs inside and pulls out her harness. You’re confused because that’s nothing new. But then she pulls out a dildo much larger than the one she used to use. Your eyes widen. It wasn’t bigger than you but it’s not what a size you’ve had inside of you before. “Tada!” She says as she waves it around. 

“Wow,” you say as you look at the realistic dildo. 

“It vibrates too,” she smiles proudly. 

“My dick doesn’t do that,” you joke. It was girthy and long. You were intimidated to have it inside of you but you thought about how often Wanda’s body has had you endure your penetration. It kind of turns you on more knowing that her body accepts your cock. 

“You're always poking fun at the size of my dildos so I thought I'd get one that would shut you up,” Wanda explains while she removes her dress and pulls on her harness. She winks at you when you look at her with your jaw dropped. She climbs on the bed and takes the dildo to your open mouth. “Get it nice and wet for me,” she hums as pushes and pulls it in and out of your mouth. 

You comply and start to lick the silicone penis. Your cock is creating a tent in your pants as you get turned on by Wanda’s display of dominance. She bites her lips as she watches you get into sucking the dick. She wonders what it would feel like if she had a real penis like you do. How warm your mouth is. The sensations your tongue would bring as it moved around her taut skin. Would it feel the same as when you eat her out? Would it feel better than that? 

“Are you ready for me?” Wanda asks. You pull your mouth off of the toy and nod as you make eye contact. 

“I'm ready,” you whisper. You pull your pants off with a sigh of relief and toss them in the corner. 

Wanda adjusts the dildo onto her strap and tests the remote out to make sure everything is working. When she's confident with the product, she shuts it off and gets ready to fuck you. 

She rubs the tip between your pussy lips the way that you've done to her many times. She gets it now why you tease her that way. It's a power move. You have the control of the pleasure that she's usually begging for. 

Her eyes move to your face and she can see that you're close to begging her. She is going through so many emotions that she doesn't want to think about it anymore. She pushes the head in and is quickly met with resistance. Your hole wasn't ready for the intrusion. She pulls away ready to apologize but you stop her. 

“It's okay Wanda,” you say calmly. You grab the base of the dildo and pull her closer with it. “You just have to take it slow. Come here,” she does as you say and she leans in and reciprocates your kiss when you meet her lips with yours. She closes her eyes and relaxes. What she doesn't realize is that you are slowly stretching your pussy around her strap. Easing her into your body. She doesn't notice until she is practically falling on top of you with your dick pressing against her belly. 

“I'm in?” She asks in a shy voice and you giggle.

“Yes, Wanda,” you kiss the top of her nose. “You're inside of me.” 

“How does it feel? Am I hurting you at all?” 

You chuckle because she sounds like a virgin which neither of you are. “You're cute,” you kiss her lips. “I'm fine. Now fuck me, Wanda.” 

She kisses you one more time before she starts thrusting her hips into yours. Then she pulls as much of the dildo out without completely pulling out and slams her hips back down. Then she turns on the vibration feature and you start moaning loudly as you start to jerk off. 

In your lustful haze you start to imagine Wanda filling you with cum and it sends an orgasm through your pussy making your legs shake. Wanda is unaware of your orgasm as your dick is still hard. She continues to pound into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating you. 

You had no idea that Wanda had it in her to be so good with a strap-on especially since she claims that she never used one before the two of you started fucking but she is a natural. You move your hips to your body connected to hers every time she starts to pull away. You love this girl. You can't believe how lucky you are. 

The two of you fuck well into the night, missing the dinner reservations. It had been a while since the two of you were allotted such alone time without interruption. 

••••

“Okay, I'm ready,” Wanda tells you while the two of you are hanging out in her room. It had been weeks since the last time you asked to have sex without a condom so it took you a minute to understand what she was saying. 

You are sitting on her desk chair removing a bug on her laptop. She initially asked Pietro but she asked when she knew he had a day full of classes and neither of you did. He quickly turned the request over to you before he left. You asked her why she didn't just wait to ask you until he was gone and she explained that she didn't know how long the process would be and she didn't want to have to explain why she asked you over her tech savvy brother. Plus, she wanted to hangout with her girlfriend. It sucks having to pretend to live separate lives now that the two of you have made it official with each other. 

“Sorry, ready for what?” You ask as you continue to scowl at the computer. None of the programs you were running were finding a bug in the computer. But it didn't make any sense to you because the computer wasn't working the way it should. There is a problem with it. 

“To have sex without a condom,” she says shyly. 

“Are you serious?” you turn your head in her direction. She is sitting on her bed wearing a flowy black dress. She has black eyeliner on and you remember her emo phase back in high school. It was torture everyday to make fun of her when all you wanted to do was kiss her, hold her, love her. She spreads her legs open as an invitation as she bites her red lips. “Now?” You ask with wide eyes. 

“Happy birthday,” she lifts her dress up slightly to tease you with the sight of her upper thigh. 

You frown as you think about the date and realize it is your birthday. “How did you remember and I didn't even realize?” You grin at her. 

Wanda shrugs, “You've been busy. Must've slipped your mind.” 

“But it didn't slip yours,” you smile, touched by the simple act of remembering. “You like me,” you say as you slowly crawl on top of her. She blushes as she kisses you.

“Shut up and let me give you your present already,” she giggles between kisses. You drag your fingers up her thighs into her dress and you feel the lack of fabric. 

“Mmm, no underwear again,” you hum. “Again, are you sure about this? Do you have any ground rules?” You ask as your fingers rub against her soft skin. Wanda bites her lips again as her breathing quickens. She shakes her head.

“No rules, no tricks,” she whispers. “Just you and me,” she pulls your shirt off and tosses it behind her. She grabs one of your hands and pulls it from under the dress and puts it on top of it. “No barriers,” you nod at her request and kiss her deeply before you break the kiss and pull her dress off of her. You drop it to the floor beside the two of you. She pulls your basketball shorts and your underwear down until they fall on their own and you step out of them. 

The two of you are completely naked in front of each other in her bedroom. Your focus is on her entirely. As hers is on you. She crawls onto the bed more to get comfortable and you follow her closely. She giggles out of enjoyment. She almost can't believe that she is doing this. She has never had sex without a condom. She's never felt someone's cum inside of her and she is giddy about feeling your cum inside of her. 

You mirror her smile, her giddiness is contagious. When the two of you start kissing again, the giddy energy calms down a bit as the desire for each other grows. “I love you,” she whispers against your lips. 

“I love you,” you return the sentiment as you lean away to admire her beauty. You want to take your time. This is a big moment for the two of you. 

You kiss your way down her body, giving her breasts an appropriate amount of attention. Then you kiss her soft stomach. She twitches when your nose unintentionally tickles her. “Sorry, that wasn't on purpose,” you say, knowing how much she hates being tickled. She sighs with content and combs her fingers through your hair. 

“It's okay, I know it wasn't intentional,” she says softly as she looks down at you. 

You kiss the spot that your nose grazed, “Okay, good.” You continue down her body and when you're focused on her pussy, you put your arms under her thighs so her legs are over your shoulders. You devour her pussy juices. You lick, suck, and finger fuck her pussy. She falls apart, completely at your mercy. Her body shakes with her first orgasm of the day, her moans are muffled to you because her thighs are squeezing your head completely covering your ears.

When you're done with enjoying the way she squirms on your tongue, you crawl back up her body and rub your bare cock against her warm and wet pussy lips. She shivers under your body. “I want you to ride me,” you say against her lips as you kiss her. She nods as she pushes on your shoulders so that the two of you can switch positions. But you're enjoying the way her tongue collides with yours as the two of you kiss. She takes the time that making out with you gives her to collect herself. Then when she's ready, she really pulls away. 

You get in a comfortable position with her pillows supporting your back. Wanda straddles your lap as she had the first night two of you started this whole thing. You admire the way she looks from this angle. Completely naked and all yours. 

She starts by jerking you off first. You moan as she does, exciting yourself more and more as you think about being inside of her without a condom on. Then you have to think of something to calm down before you end up cumming on your own stomach. 

Wanda hovers her pussy over the tip of your penis and rubs it through her pussy lips until she feels it against her entrance. She lowers herself and you have to think of a million nasty things in order to keep from busting too early. Her warm walls engulf your hard cock as it has many times over the course of the past several months. This time feeling them without the barrier of the condom has you moaning a lot more than before. 

Wanda moans as well from feeling you completely. She feels every inch of you in a new way and she intentionally squeezes your cock every few minutes. “Fuck you're so big,” she says as she continues to lower herself on you. 

“Mph you're so tight,” you say with your eyes screwed shut as you try so hard to hold it together but you have to accept that this isn't a time that you can take a long time to make love to her. You only have yourself to blame for building this moment up in your head for so long only to have the reality be so much better. “Fuck, I'm sorry, it's just too good,” you say as you relax and open your eyes.

Wanda giggles and smiles down at you, “It's okay,” she says as she starts to lightly bounce her body on your cock. “I want you to cum,” she admits, taking your hands and placing them on her hips. “Go ahead, do whatever you want to me.” 

“Aw fuck, Wanda,” you groan as you hold her hips to help her ride your throbbing cock. 

That's what Pietro hears when he enters the house. He's confused at first then he rolls his eyes and figures that the two of you are fighting yet again. He sighs as he walks to her room. He sets his things in his room first then he walks over to Wanda’s room. He had time in between classes that he normally spent on campus but today was your birthday and he almost forgot. So he came back home to offer to take you to lunch. 

“Wanda, please don't kill Y/n today, it's OH MY GOD!” He opens the door the moment that you are cumming inside of his sister for the first time. “WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?” 

“PIETRO!” Wanda shouts and in your haze you're confused why she'd shout her brother's name instead of yours and then your heart stops and your blood runs cold as you sit up and peek out from behind Wanda’s body. 

“Oh shit!” You say with wide eyes. Wanda has her arms over her breasts as she pulls off of you. She quickly gets under her blanket to cover her body.

Pietro walks out of the room for a second and you scramble out of the bed to grab your shorts. You're pulling on your shirt when he comes back in. “What are you doing to my sister?” He asks in a tone that's on the edge of freaking out. He has always told you that you're his best friend but his sister comes first. “Are you just fuc- are you disrespecting my sister?” He corrects himself. 

“No, God, no! I'm in love with her,” you admit. “This, we have… I've been wanting to tell you I just didn't know how. This isn't how it was supposed to happen! Believe me,” you try to explain. Fearing that he might actually kill you for this. You were never supposed to cross this line. You were never supposed to want Wanda. You were never supposed to act on those thoughts. Not with her. 

He's still not sure how he's meant to react. Pietro is supposed to protect Wanda, always. That's what their dad always taught him to do. When she came home crying because a boy pulled on her hair, he would be sitting in lunch detention for a week for defending her. When her boyfriend cheated on her, he made sure that guy never came back around to try and ask her to take him back. Only to apologize and never return. Now it was you. He doesn't know what to do. 

“Pietro it's true, we've been seeing each other for months. We're in love,” Wanda defends as she holds her bedding to her chest. “Please don't be mad at Y/n! She cherishes your friendship so much! But neither of us could deny our feelings any longer.” She admits and Pietro physically relaxes. 

“You know what? This actually makes a lot of sense.” He says as he starts hysterically laughing. “Oh my goodness how could I not see it? Wow! You two are good,” he shakes his head as he starts to walk away. “Happy birthday, Y/n!” 

When he's out of the room your entire body is filled with relief and you look at Wanda and see that she is relieved as well. “That went a lot better than expected,” you finally say and Wanda starts laughing as she agrees. You laugh as you fall onto the bed, your head landing on her lap. 

She smiles down at you and you up at her. “How do you feel? Now that it's real?” She asks as she lightly caresses your face. 

“It's always been real for me,” you tell her honestly. “I'm just happy we don't have to hide any more.” 

“Me too,” she leans down and kisses your lips upside down. 

••••

“I do,” Wanda says to the Elvis impersonator. 

You, Wanda, Pietro, and a group of your collective friends were in Las Vegas celebrating everyone’s college graduations and their bright futures. Throughout the vacation you couldn't help but be overwhelmed with how much you love and want to spend your life with Wanda so you asked her to marry you. She said yes and the two of you agreed to elope here in Vegas. 

Everyone is different levels of drunk or high but they're all happy for you two. Natasha and Carol are holding each other in tears as they say how happy they are for you. Pietro is smiling as he sits next to his girlfriend with his arm around her shoulders. He asks her if they should be up next and she laughs with a hard no. 

“I pronounce you married!” The Elvis impersonator says and everyone cheers as you and Wanda kiss as a married couple for the first time. 

The End.

[the1975attheirverybest]

July Forever / Take Off All Of Your Clothes

A/N: loosely inspired by “Lust For Life” by Lana Del Rey featuring The Weeknd.

It’s a bit short. I’m still rusty and trying to get back into writing.

For day 1 of @abiiors ‘s summer75 prompts.

Prompt: melted ice.

Happy July!

Warnings: smut.

The folding chair rocked, precariously, underneath her as she crossed her legs. She sighed and popped open the cooler that she’d used as a makeshift picnic basket, scooping out some ice for her glass. It began to occur to her that she was going to be here a while. She might as well have drink.

The waning crescent light above her was dull. She pressed the ice-cold glass to her hot cheek, sighing at the minor relief it gave her. Where is he? Had she given him the wrong date in her letter? The wrong time, maybe? Why did it have to be a letter? It all felt exciting in the moment. The sexy postcards they’d send back and forth from around the globe. She got caught up in it. Now, she wished they’d sexted like normal people.

The ice in her glass had begun to collect water in the crevices. It rattled in her hand as she switched to the other cheek. Maybe she should’ve kept copies of her responses. Matty would’ve objected though. No doubt. He would’ve said something about the ephemeral and intimate nature of letter-writing. Permanent record keeping would ruin the romance. She couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him. The stuffy humidity was beginning to undo her previously sleek hair and melt off her makeup. Soon, she’d have to take off her cardigan.

She had no idea what time it was, but the ice in her glass had completely melted into a layer of water by the time that she saw the flashing lights of a motorcycle and heard the rev of the engine.

“You’re late.” She said over the loud humming noise as she stood up, watching him dismount.

Matty took off his helmet and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, checking his own reflection in the side mirror. That is why he was always worth the wait.

“Hello, love.” He smiled, self assured, and leaned in to kiss her. His lips tasted of cigarettes.

He clawed the damp, slipper glass out of her grasp, eying it with disappointment. “Your drink looks dead.” With one swift motion, he splashed the contents of her beverage far into the distance. She heard it splatter somewhere. “Pack up. Let’s go for a ride.”

***

the hot wind blowing through her hair provided minimal relief from the heat. She gripped Matty’s torso tighter as the motorcycle tilted at the curve of the street. The Hollywood hills were behind them now. She couldn’t help but note the way that, even under his clothes, his muscles felt firm to the touch.

Matty killed the engine and turned to face her. A smile dangled from his lips. He looked through his pockets for a blunt and a lighter, and, after a couple of drags, he placed it between her lips. His lips, on the other hand, found something else to suck on: the exposed skin of her shoulder. “Get me a drink out of your cooler thing, would you ?”

“since when do you drive motorbikes, anyway?” She asked as she handed him a glass. “what? You don’t like it?”

“oh, I love it. Just..”

Matty’s eyebrow raised. “just not sure you’re cool enough to pull it off.”

“you’re saying you don’t think I look cool right now?”

she took a big swig of her drink to wet her dry mouth. “If I touched you right now, you’re saying you’re not gonna already be wet for me?”

she looked away, instantly, to hide her blushing cheeks. She ran her fingers through her hair and collected it into a ponytail, sighing softly at the feeling of air against her neck. Matty’s gaze followed her. “What? What is it?” The playfulness in his tone told her that he already knew the answer. “N-nothing. Just hot that’s all.”

“Hmm.”

she watched him reach into his drink and fish out one of the ice cubes. He stuck it into his mouth, then, effortlessly took his wet fingers and pressed them to her lips. He felt cool to the touch. Obediently, she parted her lips, taking his fingers in and sucking on them like a cold popsicle. Grinning, he listened for the wet pop as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. She felt his fingers, wet and sticky, against her cheek when he cupped her face and leaned in for a kiss. their teeth crashed against the remnants of the ice between his lips. She giggled as it fell out of his mouth and landed somewhere on their clothes. “what- what was that?” She chuckled. Matty shrugged. “I was trying something, alright?” He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her eyes sparkle like stars in the sky above. “It was a lot sexier in my head.”

“Don’t worry. still sexy.” She mumbled, kissing him. “Would be even sexier if you took off all of your clothes. Too bad we’re in public.”

matty looked to his right, then to his left, “I mean…”

“matty!”

“It’s the dead of the night.” he shrugged. “Nobody would see.”

“there’s a security camera right over there.” She pointed down the street. Hesitantly, he untangled himself from her and walked closer towards the camera. A sign right below it read “LOS ANGELES POLICE DEPARTMENT.” He stood there, thinking, for a moment, before he took off his jacket and draped the camera with it, obscuring its view. “oh. My god. What are you-“

“Don’t worry about it. I know what I’m doing. Just follow my lead.” He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the grass. *** “You sure about this?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” He said, staring into her eyes. “With you on top, you can keep your dress on just in case.”

any more objections that she might have had evaporated from her mind as she watched him get undressed. She hiked up the skirt of her dress to straddle him, struggling to keep her eyes open and she began to sink down on him. Under the dark cover of night, she couldn’t see his bare chest too clearly. She would have to rely on her other senses. not that it was a problem. She delighted in tasting the salty sweat on his skin as she peppered him with kisses. Her nails took to scratching up and down his back as their bodies met needing. Her scent was unmissable to him as he crashed his lips against her, repeatedly, moaning into her mouth. “waited for this all summer.” He whispered hotly into her ear, thrusting upwards to meet her hips. “fuck- oh- matty!”

“Yeah, baby, call out my name. Let me hear you.”

he watched her face scrunch and her eyes squeeze shut. Swiftly, he reached for the half molten ice in his glass, this time, dropping it in between her breasts and delighting in her help. “Fuck you!” She yelled. “yes, please, darling:” he laughed, taking her in his arms and turning them both around to reverse his position. “Please do fuck me.”

[circusmania]

SIN CHAPTER 1

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Notes: This story is first-person narration, since I couldn't decide on an x reader or x oc. This gives free imagination on who will be in the main character's shoes. The main character will be a nameless character, meaning no one will address the main as anything specific. The only detail will be that the main is perceived as a male.

STORY INTEL: A new boy, Marcus, has just transferred to Cheshire High. Everyone is warned to stay away from him, as he looks as if he just crawled out of a grave. However, our main character seems to be somewhat drawn to him. Judy displays her negative feelings towards Marcus, wanting the main character to stay away from him. Although she seems unreasonable, there has to be more to the story, right? Just what are they hiding? What secrets lie in wait for him to uncover?

CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINORS

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

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I wish that

Across your back

Was a zipper

And that I

Could just crawl in

Forever a part of you.

I'm suddenly shaken awake. I look to my side to find my girlfriend, Judy Presley, giggling to herself.

“Sleeping already? Class barely started!”

I quietly laughed, raising my head to look at her.

“I've been busy with football practice, I'm worried about the upcoming tournament. I've only just found out that Oliver broke his-”

“Hey, no worries!” Judy rubbed my back. “You can come over to my house today, so you can catch up on some sleep.” She winked.

I laid my head back onto my crossed arms on the table. I wasn't in the mood for that today… Anyway, I ready myself to fall back into slumber, fully expecting to be hugged by sleep.

However, that idea was cut short when the teacher clapped his hands.

“Quiet down everyone, today we have a new student.” This piqued my interest. “Marcus, come on in.”

A tall, slender boy with long (and I mean hip-long) black hair came in. His hair covered half his face, with only the septum piercing and mouth left out in the open. I could tell he was a gothic-alt based on his clothes.

Judy cringed next to me. “What's with this guy? He's so ... depressed, looking. She chuckled, causing” the teacher to look our way.

“Alright, Marcus, go sit at the desk table next to Judy. Judy, raise your hand, please.”

Marcus sat at the nearby desk; there was something about him, I couldn't pinpoint. I realized I was staring too long when Judy elbowed me.

“Ow!” I whisper-yelled.

“SH! You two!” The teacher side-eyed us both before going back to teaching.

“What's with the staring?” She asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing just found him-”

“Weird, satanic, faggy-”

“JUDY! You can't say that!-”

“I've had it with you both! Since you both cannot stop being lovey-dovey with each other…” The teacher scanned around the room, “Judy switch with Marcus.”

“But sir, I-” Judy argued, still blushing from the lovey-dovey accusation.

“No buts Judy, if you're going to be disrespectful in my class you're going to be punished. This isn't kindergarten anymore.” He said, turning back to the blackboard.

I whispered a silent apology to her, but I'm not sure if she heard it.

She sighed before grabbing her stuff and standing up. She passed Marcus, silently glaring at him before sitting down. I'm sure she won't let me hear the end of it at lunch…

I looked back at Marcus, who was now organizing his binder and pencil case, occasionally looking up at the lesson. Now I could get a better look at him. His clothes consisted of only black and grey shades with ripped baggy jeans, platform boots, and a t-shirt with some rock band, I presume. He wore all kinds of chains, necklaces, earrings, and rings.

He was the complete polar opposite of Judy. She always put her light brown hair in a ponytail with a white bow, wore perfect matching season clothes, and had well-made makeup. I would be lying if I said she wasn't something but, Marcus, he was also something… Wait, why am I comparing them??

I rubbed my temples and groaned.

I looked back at Marcus, only to be met with him facing me!

“You have very pretty eyes.” He said, giving me an affiliative smile.

Gasp His voice?? Holy shit, it's … almost unrealistic…

“T-thank you…”

I internally slapped myself, was I seriously stuttering?? God, I'm so embarrassed.

I heard him lightly chuckle beside me.

What's going on with me? I must be coming down with something!

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“Judy this, Judy that, shut your goddamn mouth!” I shut my locker, half listening to Judy's rant. “I hate that fucking teacher! Who does he think he is, separating us like that!?” I nod, just letting her get it all out of her system.

“Hey guys, wait up!” A small voice behind us made Judy shut up.

We both turned towards a familiar girl. Vanessa Kareem, Judy's BFF (as she calls it). Vanessa and her have always been friends. She was pretty much the spitting image of Judy except for her black silky hair that was in a grunge haircut, her blue eyes, and her much paler skin.

“Hey V, how's it going?” Judy smiled, forgetting all about her rant.

“Nothing much, however, you'll never guess what happened! I've just received another A! In science too!” She waved her test around, looking at me for words of praise.

“Oh, uh, congrats Vanessa, although I'm not all that surprised… you're pretty smart. I can't remember the last time you've gotten a B.” I rub the back of my neck.

“Me neither…” Judy said, a bit sourly.

Vanessa laughed, “Oh, stop it! Both of you! He-he. Anyway, how are you guys?”

“I'm glad you asked, we're doing pretty miserable,” And there she goes again… “I got switched seats with the new vampire wannabe.”

Vanessa blinked. “You two aren't sitting together anymore?”

“No! Can you believe it!? We always sit together! Ugh! I'm so pissed off! Fuck that new kid.” Judy screamed.

“Hey, don't say that! He's not all bad.” I intervened.

“And what makes you say that?” Judy cocked an eyebrow.

“He… He said my eyes looked nice.” I pinched the palm of my hand.

“Your eyes indeed do look nice,” Vanessa said, causing Judy to side-eye her.

“Yeah, well, I say that all the time! As a matter of fact, I think your hair looks immaculate today!”

“Thank you, Judy, and erm, Vanessa.” I give them both a wary smile before continue walking to the cafeteria.

There, MY best friend, Omar Thomerson, sat devouring his lunch. Omar, he's been with me since the universe was created. We're convinced we were best friends in our past lives. I've always thought of him as the geek in our friendship. He's always been obsessed with any fantasy fiction he can grab on. Greek mythology, science-fiction, astrology, you name it. He has dark brown hair with a shag haircut, freckles, and brown eyes. His typical wear is a worn-out hoodie and cargo pants.

“Hey, Hey, there's my best friend!” Omar patted the seat next to him.

I sat down with Judy and Vanessa trailing after me. I gave him a high five before opening my lunch box.

We all chatted and ate, Omar occasionally bringing up the big party he is planning on having at his house this weekend.

“Our whole grade is going to be invited! You guys better all be coming, especially you” Omar said, smirking at me.

“The whole grade? Don't you think that's too much? I mean, I know you own a big house but…” She sighed, “Not only that, but I might have plans this weekend.” Judy said, taking another bite of her salad.

“I'm for sure coming, I would never miss your parties!” I slap his back jokingly.

“I'll be going too!” Vanessa beamed.

“Well… maybe I'll have time to swing by,” Judy said.

“Great! I'll be holding you all to that then.” Omar smiled.

We continued our conversation until something caught my eye, a familiar half-face going out the back cafeteria door. The only thing behind there are dumpsters and roaches…

“Hang on, guys, I'll be back.” I squeezed out of my seat.

“Want me to come with you?” Judy sat up.

“No, no, I won't be long anyway,” I said before running out after Marcus.

I opened the back door and closed it behind me. I looked around and as expected there were only dumpsters.

I advanced towards one of them and looked behind it, but nothing-

“What are you doing?”

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[laurensturniolo]

Class reunion - sub!Chris Sturniolo X Y/n (fem)

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Y/N POV:

I’ve always liked Chris. Always, but especially since one day in 6th grade. 

“Give me that back!!” he yelled at me.

“No, beg for it!” I start giggling at him.

Something changes in his eyes, almost like he just seemed in my control.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just please”. 

My expression drops. He sounded so weak, like he needed something from me. He was quite literally begging. I immediately gave it back to him and he smirked at me, almost an evil smirk. 

I still think about that day often. Especially when he has a certain look on his face. The look just screams pure submissiveness. His puppy eyes, his red pouty lips… oh my god. He makes me feel weak. I think it would be wrong to say I’m obsessed with him but I'm definitely obsessed with him. He’s just perfect and I just can’t deal with it.

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It’s our 4 year class reunion. It’s only been 4 years but when I show up, I feel like I don’t remember some people. I’m 21 now, and I guess everyone else is my age or older too. I came in a tight silky black dress and some brand new tennis shoes, nothing fancy. I do some fancier makeup though, just so I look nice for people. Though I never cared how I looked during high school. 

“Hey y/n!” A familiar voice calls out from behind me. I turn around and it’s my high school friend, Tessa.

“Oh my god, hey Tess! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Ugh, I know! You look amazing, how’ve you been?” she asks, smiling at me.

“So do you! I’ve been good, everything’s going good.”

We talk for 10 minutes and then I go around to look at food and decorations. I run into a few familiar faces and give a short conversation. I decide to get some fruit punch just to carry around and drink while I’m here. I finish filling up my class when I turn around and bump into someone, spilling some of my drink on them.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry”.

I look up at this person's face and realize it’s Chris. Chris Sturniolo. My school crush. I slightly blush at him due to embarrassment but also the fact that I’m right in front of him. He seems slightly pissed but he calms down.

“You’re fine, I know it was an accident. You’re y/n, right?” he says in a fun tone.

“Yea, and you’re Chris, right?” I already know who he is.

“Yup, surprised you didn’t call me Matt”. He jokes. God, I missed him.

“Couldn’t mistake you for Matt, trust me”.

He smirks and tilts his head slightly. “Oh really? Why not?” I suddenly freeze. I can’t just tell him I had and still have a crush on him, that’s so awkward. I realize I’m blushing so I disguise it with me being “nervous”. “Oh uh, you were just in a lot of my classes, especially in senior year.”

“Ohhh, right right. So, how’ve you been? You’ve changed… a lot”

I look a little confused. Have I really? I mean I was still going through puberty until senior year. My boobs got a little bigger and my face got skinnier along with the rest of my body and just a minor color difference to my hair. But god, Chris is realizing this? Does this mean he noticed me in high school too? 

“Really? Thanks I guess”

“Of course… you look good” He says ‘good’ almost seductively. I want to ignore it but I just can’t. 

“Thank you… you do too” I smile sweetly.

We talk for a little while longer and I play everything off well, almost no hints I like him. I’m still talking to him when I look down just to avoid eye contact.

He’s hard.

My eyes widen at the sight. I avoid eye contact at all costs to make sure he doesn’t know I know.

“Hey. Whatcha lookin at?”

Shit, he knows. 

“O-oh nothing. Sorry” I laugh it off to avoid embarrassment. He walks closer to me. The 3 feet in front of me turns into a foot or less.

“I know what you’re looking at, sweetheart.” He whispers seductively. “I’m not fooling you, you saw what you saw. Neither of us can hide it now”.

I can’t believe this is really happening. I’m silent for a few seconds when his hand reaches up to bring my chin to look at him.

“I’m talking to you.”

“I-I.. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry sweetheart. Wanna help me with this?” He tilts his head down to look at his erection. I know what I want to say. But do I say it? I just nod dumbly. He chuckles and says, “Let’s go find a room then, pretty girl.”

We walk upstairs and Chris waves at a few people on the way. God I forgot he’s popular. We finally find a bedroom and Chris opens the door. The second we’re inside, He pushes me against the door and kisses me roughly. He pushes me back a little more so he can lock the door while still in the kiss. His tongue slides on my bottom lip, asking for an entrance to which I immediately obey. I whimper into the kiss only making him get rougher with me. His hands make their way up to my lower hips and he grabs them, making me whimper again. I can feel him smiling.

He pulls away suddenly. I look at him and his eyes are blown out, almost no blue is seen anymore. He looks needy, so needy. 

“Awww you look desperate”. I say in a joking tone.

“Please” is all he can blurt out. I smile and kiss him, I’m taking all control. I kiss him rougher and he starts whimpering. God, it’s so attractive. After a minute, I pull away from the kiss.

“How about we lay on the bed? That okay baby?”

He blushes and his eyes get wider at the nickname. He nods eagerly. I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed. I sit on his thighs to straddle him. I look down to look at his eyes and he looks desperate. I grab his face and kiss him again but this time, I tilt my head a little to really get into the kiss and I can tell he likes this way more. My hand makes its way down his neck, to his chest, then right down to his bulge in his pants. I lightly palm over it and he inhales sharply at the touch. I start palming a little harder and little whines and moans come out of his mouth. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” I tell him, looking in his eyes.

Something in his eyes changes in that moment.

“P-please suck me off. Please y/n.” He says in a whiny voice. I smirk and get on my knees in front of him. I motion for him to take his pants off and he immediately obeys. He takes his boxers off and he’s rock hard. I look at him to make sure he’s fully okay with this and he nods, looking down at me. Finally, I lightly stroke his dick with my middle finger and he squirms slightly. 

I hold his thigh down with my open hand, “Stop squirming or i’ll stop.” He nods and immediately replies, “I-i’m sorry.” I stroke harder and a little faster with just my middle finger still and everything in his body is trying to stop him from squirming. I use my whole hand now and he moans quietly.

“Be loud, baby. It’s okay” I reassure him.

I start stroking him faster and he moans louder. “Y/n, pleaseeee.. o-oh please”

I look at him right in the eyes. “What Chris? What do you want?” He looks down right at my eyes and says, “suck me off.. please y/n/n” 

Everything in me changes after he says my nickname while he’s begging for me. I immediately open my mouth and go for it. I start with the tip and he gasps. He’s trying so hard not to move at all and it makes me smile slightly. Then, I finally lower my mouth and bob my head up and down at a decent pace. He’s a whimpering mess at this point. He keeps saying shit like,

“Pleaseeeee… oh my god”

“So good baby, so good for me”

“Holyyyyy…”

I start bobbing my head faster and I suck a little harder as he’s moaning louder by the second. 

“Y/n god… HOLY-“ I cover his mouth. 

“Shut the fuck up, Chris. Do you want everyone at our goddamn class reunion to hear you moaning for me?” He shakes his head aggressively. “Yea, I didn’t think so.”

I move faster and he’s a mess. His eyes are watering, he’s sweating, whimpering non stop.

I keep doing this until finally I let go. He whines at the loss of contact, I finally take off my dress and reveal that I’m not wearing a bra. His eyes almost immediately look at my tits and he’s in awe. I stand up to take off my black lace panties and he whimpers at the sight.

“God please y/n.. I need you, all of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous” I blush.

“Thank you chris..” I straddle his thighs, right below his dick. He looks directly in my eyes with desire and I lift myself up, right above his dick. 

“How badly do you want this, Chris? Tell me baby.”

“So… so fucking bad y/n. God, please baby. Please ride my cock…” His little whiny voice is so sweet, I can’t say no.

I finally lower myself on his cock and he throws his head back. “You're such a good boy… right? My good boy?” Doe eyes. He gives me straight doe eyes. “Y-yes y/n. I’m your good boy, only yours”.

I finally bottom out and kiss him while I wait  a minute to get used to this feeling. Once I finally get used to it, I start bouncing slowly. 

“H-holy shit.” He exhales. I whimper slightly at the good feeling.

I start bouncing faster and harder and Chris is a fucking mess, this guy doesn’t shut up. He’s whining or whimpering every second, begging me to keep going. “Please, baby. Don’t stop now, please…” “I’m not gonna stop Chris. Calm down, sweetheart…”

I bounce harder and kiss his collarbones while doing so. His legs start shaking and I know what’s about to come out of his mouth. “Y/n… f-fuck I’m.. I’m so close…”

“Yea? Be a good boy and hold it for a little while longer”. I don’t want to sound rude, I just really want us to enjoy our orgasm together. “P-please… please let me cum”

“Almost baby.. it’s okay, almost.”

Tears fall from his eyes as he grabs my hips hard. “P-please!! God y/n/n. PLEASE” His legs shake, indicating he’s so close. “Y/N I NEED TO CU-“ He cuts himself off with a moan while releasing inside of me. I follow with my orgasm a few seconds later, moaning his name quietly.

I slow my actions down, letting him finish. “F-fuck y/n. I’m so sorry… I-I couldn’t hold it…”

I grab his jaw to force him to look at him. “It’s okay baby. I know… I know it was hard.” I grab his face and kiss him sweetly, reassuring him. “You did sooo good for me, Chris. So fucking good” He blushes at my compliment.

“Let’s get us cleaned up” I say, walking to the bathroom to get a wet towel. I cleaned us up for 5 minutes and we lay in bed for a few minutes. We both get our clothes back on and walk out. Yes, my dream with my goddamn crush came true. When we got out, no one looked like they knew what happened. 

Until…

“You dirty little whores.” Nick looks at us both, disgusted.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

My Queen Chapter 3

Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother.  He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?

Warnings: smut, slight domestic violence, minor character death

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Two weeks later Steve was waiting in the gigantic foyer of the palace for Y/N for their date.  Since they would be followed by security and photographers no matter where they went, Steve decided to take her to a friend’s art gallery showing and then dinner afterwards.  She would be a bit of a surprise guest, but having the Queen show up to an event like this would put his friend on the radar, as well as get her to meet some of his friends and see how she interacted with them on a more casual level.  

Y/N came down the stairs a few minutes later, dressed in a floor length, sage green, off-shoulder dress with ruffled tiers and shiny floral accents.  It was perfect for a spring night and Steve couldn’t stop staring at her as she seemed to glide down the stairs.  He felt severely underdressed in his white dress shirt and navy blue pants, a light cardigan hanging on his arm just in case.  She met him at the bottom step, looking him over appreciatively.

“Hey,” she greeted him, a small smile on her face.

“Hi,” Steve breathed, staring at the light green accent makeup on the corners of her eyes.  “You look…amazing,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” Y/N smirked at him.  “You look very dashing yourself.”

Steve blushed.  “I feel very underdressed next to you.”

“You shouldn’t.  I like it,” she complimented him again. 

He pulled out a small sunflower he’d been hiding under his cardigan.  “For you,” he said, lifting it towards her.  Y/N’s face softened at the sweet gesture and she gently held the flower in between her fingers.  “Actually, may I?”  Steve changed his mind and took the flower then reached up towards her hair.  He tucked the flower behind her ear, securing it in her hair that was pulled back into a low style.  He smiled at the flower in her hair.  “Beautiful,” he breathed.  

“Thank you,” Y/N said softly, looking slightly dazed.

He offered his arm out to her.  “Shall we?”

“We shall,” she giggled and looped her arm around his.  He led her out to his car, opening the door for her before jogging to his side and getting in.  As they drove he could see the security cars follow closely behind them.  “I’m excited,” Y/N piped up.  “I haven’t been to an art gallery in a long time.”

“I hope you like this one.  Buck’s been working hard on this collection for a while,” Steve said.

“Buck?” Y/N asked, looking at him quizzically.

“Oh, haha, James Barnes,” Steve laughed.  “His nickname is Bucky.”

“Oh Barnes!  Yes, his sister Rebecca is a good friend of mine,” Y/N said excitedly.  “I hope she’ll be there.”

“She most likely will,” Steve smiled, already feeling excited with her.

When they reached the gallery he quickly jumped out and went around to open her door.  Photographers that had been following the royal security cars popped out from seemingly everywhere as Y/N took his hand and exited the car.  She held his hand as they quickly walked to the front doors, ignoring the photographers yelling at her and him.  Once they were inside it was like she was swarmed by people, her security quickly coming over to disperse people away from them.  

“Your Majesty!  What a surprise,” Bucky was allowed through the crowd of people.

“Bucky,” Y/N smiled at him, using his nickname to make the greeting more casual.  She took his hand and gave it a squeeze, leaning in to kiss his cheek.  “Congratulations on the show.”

“Thank you.  Your Grace!” Bucky quickly hugged him then muttered in his ear.  “Here with the Queen?”

“Yessir,” Steve muttered back to him before giving him a squeeze.

“Lucky punk,” Bucky clapped his shoulder as he pulled away.  “Well take your time as you walk through.  I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure we will,” Y/N said.

Steve walked with her through the show, still holding hands as they would pause in front of each piece for a few minutes.  They were mostly silent as they gazed at the art, every once in a while making a comment about an aspect of the paintings.  They reached one piece that made Y/N’s mouth drop open.  The theme of the pieces seemed to have an art deco feel to them with particular emphasis on the colors of a male peacock’s tale.  The painting almost looked like it was glowing with the bright blues and greens depicting a woman in a forest setting, her face hidden by her hair.  Y/N stared at it, walking up closer to it to inspect the colors.

“My God,” she whispered.  

Steve watched her, a smile pulling at his lips.  “It’s beautiful,” he remarked.

“Ethereal,” Y/N breathed.  “How did he get these colors to look so vibrant?”

“Oh, it’s a glaze mix of cobalt blue and finely ground gold and silver leaf,” Steve explained.  Y/N looked at him incredulously.  Steve chuckled.  “I may have helped him with a few things to get the collection done on time.”

“You paint?” Y/N asked.

“Mostly draw.  I only dabble in painting,” Steve said, looking back at the picture.

Y/N stared at him for a long moment before looking back at it.  “Of course you do,” she mumbled.

At the end of the show Y/N found Rebecca Barnes and got caught up in a conversation with her for a few minutes.  Steve waited for her, interjecting into the conversation where warranted but mostly enjoyed watching her be lively and animated with a good friend.  It was nice to see her speak freely instead of with polite, stiff manners.  Bucky joined them soon after.

“Bucky, it was perfect,” Y/N said, giving him a hug.  “I must buy that forest piece from you.”

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up at her.  “Yes!  Yes of course!  I’m so glad you liked it,” he smiled widely at her.  “You know most of this wouldn’t have been possible without Stevie,” he said, giving Steve a side hug and hitting his arm.  Steve hit him back, making Y/N laugh at their childishness. 

“He mentioned something about being an art enthusiast,” Y/N smiled.  

“Enthusiast?  Nah, this punk has tons of sketchbooks.  He was working on one that looked like you the other day,” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at Steve teasingly.  Steve’s eyes widened at his friend, hitting him harder.  “Ow!”

“Really?” Y/N looked at Steve expectantly.

Steve rolled his eyes before smiling and glancing at her.  “Yeah, maybe.”

Y/N hummed as she grabbed his hand again.  “I’d like to see it.  And your other drawings.”

After she made arrangements to buy the painting from Bucky they left to go to dinner.  Steve had chosen one of his favorite places that had a private terrace for couples.  As they ate she teased him relentlessly about trying to be shy about his art.  They exchanged more stories about their families and lives until it was almost closing time for the restaurant.

“I’m sorry Pietro, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten,” Steve apologized to the front manager as he paid the bill and signed the check.

“It’s no problem, Your Grace.  Thank you both for coming.  Your Majesty,” Pietro bowed low to her.

“Goodnight Pietro, thank you.  And tell your sister I miss her,” Y/N said in parting.

“Of course,” Pietro said.

“You just know everyone’s sisters don’t you?” Steve laughed as he led her back to the car.  Her security was ahead of them, helping them not get bombarded by people on the way.  Once he’d gotten her seated and himself in the car he jetted off back towards the palace.

“I try to get to know the women around me.  It’s the easiest way for me to know what’s going on in court,” Y/N said nonchalantly.

“Why?” Steve asked.

“Because women talk,” Y/N said, still holding his hand as he drove.  “Much more openly than men.”

Steve laughed.  “So it’s a way to make friends and spy on your courtiers.”

“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,” Y/N sighed as she watched the countryside at night fly by.

They reached the palace gates and she directed him to park around the side rather than the front.  As he turned off the car she shifted to face him in her seat.  “Thank you for tonight, Steve,” Y/N smiled, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you for joining me.  Bucky is extremely grateful, I’m sure,” Steve said, looking at their entwined hands.

“I’m excited for his painting to come.  I’d like to hang it in the sunroom, but you’ll have to help me figure out the best place.  I don’t want the sun to affect the paint,” she said, scrutinizing his reaction.

“Oh sure, yeah we can figure it out,” Steve reassured her.  She smiled, pleased at the prospect of spending time with him again.  

They stared at each other for a long moment.  Steve wanted to kiss her, his eyes flicking down to her lips and back up to her eyes.  She smiled wistfully at him before leaning in and kissing his cheek, dangerously close to the side of his mouth.  His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of her lips on him, wishing she would move just a little to the right…

“Goodnight, Steve,” Y/N whispered close to his face.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Steve whispered, watching her lips.

She pulled away slowly, her hand still holding his.  He sighed quietly then opened his door to help her out.  She gave him a hug before being escorted back inside, waving to him before turning away.

Steve drove away, trying not to hit any photographers, a small smile on his face.

[drghostwrite]

True Temptation…

Pairing: Dana Scully x fem!reader

Summary: Tension rises between two female agents and eventually the rubber band snaps when stretched too far.

Warning: Minors DNI, a little angst, but turns into smut

******************************************************** “And still you disobeyed orders!!” The assistant director snapped pacing back and forth in the conference room where you were all seated you had been tasked in cleaning up the mess of yet another Fox Mulder case, but not before closing the case and landing yourselves in a meeting with Skinner.

“Sir…” Mulder spoke, but you were to focused on the woman next to you. You watched as she pinched the bridge of her nose, and then leaned back in her chair, the way she held her pen. You thought about how close you’d grown over this last case, though sharing a room will do that, you thought about late nights sitting on the same bed sharing stories and just how well your personalities worked together. You admired her features, her simplistic natural looking makeup and her gorgeous ice blue eyes as they watched the men argue, the perfect way her red hair fell to meet her shoulders and the grey suit that she wore. She contrasted with you so well and yet somehow it seemed you belonged together, the things you would do to that woman. You could only imagine your bodies tangled together under dark sheets, breath hot and heavy and she called your name.

You sat there all these things running through your mind, you had one leg crossed over the other, one hand rested in your lap as the other spun a pen through your fingers, your face without realizing it seemed focused and it wasn’t until you felt a gentle hand on your thigh that pulled you back to reality. You looked to see a well manicured hand gently placed on your thigh unmoving, you looked up meeting gorgeous light blue orbs. “You okay?”

“huh?… oh yea, sorry.” Finally realizing it was only the two of you in the room, trying to hide the blush on your features.

“No it’s okay, you just seemed really intense about something, I was hoping it wasn’t the arguing.”

“Oh no way.” You softly chuckled, she gently smiled at you. Ugh that smile killed you, when she looked at you like that it was like she was begging you to just kiss her.

“Wanna talk about it?” She asked still unmoving as she was leaned towards you.

“maybe after a couple drinks.” You said standing and smoothing out your dark maroon suit.

“first round on me?” She asked, resting her hand on your lower back as she stepped around you.

“Um actually why don’t you just come to my place, I just went shopping so I can throw some dinner together for us.” You watched hopefully but she agreed quickly, almost to quickly and it made you hopeful.

———time jump———

you heard the door open as Dana let herself in and called your name, “In here…” you called.

Quickly you checked yourself the jeans you wore with the flannel slightly unbuttoned and loosely hugging your frame, your soft curls pulled into a loose ponytail. You turned hearing her enter the kitchen wiping your hands in the towel, you looked her over the dark jeans and the tank top hugging her top half, an unbuttoned shirt with rolled sleeves and her hair laid perfectly, even outside of the usual suits and business attire she was drop dead gorgeous and you wanted nothing more than to undress her slowly.

“Drinks are in the fridge, food is almost done.” You smiled motioning towards the fridge, she walked over grabbing a beer and hopping up on the counter next to you.

“So you going to tell me what had you so focused today?” She smirked watching you squirm, little did you know she had a good feeling about what it was.

“Uhm… about that.” You laughed, you looked at her as she waited, her eyes were comforting and so you decided to risk it.

“Okay to be honest it was you, I’ve been attracted to you since the day we met and spending all that time together it… well.” You turned to her stepping in front of her on the counter, her eyes flicked from yours to your lips and back, quickly leaning in you kissed her and felt as she kissed you back.

“sorry, if that changes things but…”

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that.” She said smiling before pulling you back in for more kisses these were deeper more intense than before. She pulled you in closer, wrapping her legs around you, you let your hair fall around you as she ran her hands through it letting them place on your strong shoulders.

“Oh god your lips feel amazing…” you whispered against her, you could feel her smile and slight moan as you kissed her again. You quickly picked her up guiding her to your bedroom not caring about anything else in that moment but the beautiful woman before you, closing the door you turned her around pressing her back to the door one hand next to her head as the other caressed her hip as you kissed her, she quickly tugged at buttons on your shirt pushing it over your shoulders then she started on your pants.

“Wait Dana, have you ever done this before?” You asked reading her eyes.

“with a woman… no… but…” she said nervously.

“its okay, just let me take the lead, show you how it’s done.” You said starting to kiss down her neck, pulling her shirt off and tossing it along with the tank top revealing her smooth black bra you expertly undid the clasp. You placed kisses across her chest feeling her hand come up to your hair and gently rake through as you pulled a nipple into your mouth your hand massaging the other. You guided her to the bed, undoing her pants and panties, tossing them aside quickly stripping yourself. You placed kisses down her stomach feeling her shake with anticipation beneath you. You started slow with kisses and your hands only using one finger and letting her adjust but not long before you added a second feeling as she moaned into your mouth.

“God baby, I-I’m so close…” she said breathlessly.

“it’s okay love just go with it.” A few short moments later and you had her in climax her eyes closed as she arched her back lips slightly parted.

“Y/N that was…”

“You’re not done yet… here.” You said laying on your back and motioning for her to get on top of you. She sat on your lap but you pulled her up.

“what?” She looked at you slightly confused.

you smirked at her, “just trust me, come here.” You pulled her so she was sitting above your face, you could see the glint of her pussy, how wet she was for you, you ran hands up her legs and up her sides, you ran your tongue through her folds tasting her.

“Mm…” you moaned sending a shock wave through her, “you taste amazing baby.” You quickly explored her as she leaned forward her chest having as she gripped the headboard, you could feel her legs begin to shake as you focused on her clit, your inserted your tongue and as you moved your nose ghosted over her clif with the perfect amount of pressure. You could feel how wet you were yourself just from hearing her moans.

“Y/N god here it comes again…” this time you didn’t stop even after her orgasm you kept going two then three until her legs were shaking above you. You laid her down beside you.

“That… was… amazing…” she said out of breath as you held her in your arms, she let her fingers gently explore your body.

“well you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”

“yea well I wish you wouldn’t have.” She smirked against your chest, “I love you Y/N”

“Dana… I-I…”

“I’m serious I always have as a best friend and now as my lover… I love you.”

“Does this mean I can finally call you my girlfriend?” You laughed cheekily.

“You can call me Mrs. Sinclair for all I care.” You both laughed but little to her knowing that in about a year you would be asking her to marry you and three years you’d be talking about having your first baby but for right now you would settle for girlfriend because you felt like the luckiest woman alive.

[sassykattery]

Spring Fever

My, oh how joyous it is to be a human in the beginnings of spring time in the Devildom.

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Sexual tension. Profanity. Mention of male anatomy. Suggestive to sexual ideations.

Characters: oc! Altaira, Mammon, Barbatos, Satan, Beel, Levi, Belphie, Lucifer, Diavolo

Themes: Romance. Some angst. Sexual tension. Association of some animal mating rituals.

Third person POV

This is an AU parallel to Altaira's OG universe.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

It's been said that the demons have peculiar and sometimes even outlandish mating rituals, but even these had far exceeded anyone's notions of what those of the Devildom's nobility had in mind when it came to the new human exchange student, a highly eligible bachelorette. Eight particular demons had their sights set on her, and it was unprecedented with what they were going to come up with to win her favor.

It was the evening of the first spring ball, welcoming the equinox. A time of rebirth, fresh growth, and more importantly to the demons, it was their preferred time to look for a partner. One wouldn't necessarily call it a mating season, but it could be accurate in some regards.

And there was only one prize worth the demon lords' time and attention: Altaira.

For the past week, each of the eight demons had tried various means of demonstrating their interest in her. One brought her shining knick knacks. Another merely made his presence more known to her by playing video games in her room. A third offered to cook for her. One had done her homework for her. Her room was cleaned. Laundry done. Cosmetics and bath items replenished. New sheet music and vintage records procured for her. And lastly, a new handbag made with the rare hide of a black unicorn and 24k gold hardware, known to be worth at least half a million Grimm, was left on her bed wrapped in a black and gold bow.

But the first spring ball was the night all of them had planned to make their first official moves.

She was the embodiment of luxury and decadence that night, wearing a full ballgown in the most beautiful rose gold satin fabric and off-shoulder sleeves, shining like ripples of rose waters beneath the castle lights. She was adorned with fine jewelry and hair pieces, her makeup full-glam as always, and hair left down in beautiful retro Old Hollywood curls. Her charm left no survivors, as she had everyone wrapped around her finger that evening. Little did she know that the game was then afoot to see if she would take any suitors.

First came the second born.

"Hey!" Mammon blurted out next to her. Altaira turned and lit up at the demon. Her adoring expression made him lose his gumption, causing him to stumble over his next words. "Well, if you aren't, uh, busy..."

"Would you dance with me, Mammon?" She asked sweetly. He melted internally at how she said his name. She held her hand out, and finally, when his brain cell came back into orbit, he took it and led her to the dance floor.

"So, is anyone buggin' ya tonight? Just say the word, and I'll give em what for," he tried to say roughly, but the blush on his cheeks wasn't terribly convincing.

She chuckled. "No, I think everyone is behaving so far. You're very sweet, though," she replied.

His cheeks turned darker, and his wings perked up on end, trying to catch her attention. He kept his focus solely on her and brought himself only slightly closer. Her jasmine and vanilla scent made him even more desperate. Finally feeling his instincts taking over, he started to ramp up his dancing skills, drawing her in close and twirling her away, watching as she nearly floated with grace. Those twinkling eyes shone better than any topaz he'd seen. His wings stood up higher and out proudly, and his chest began to vibrate with a softened hum.

He lost track of time and anything else going on when he was with her like this. His focus wasn't always the best in all situations, but when she was in his grasp, there was nary a person who could break his attention away. And maybe if he didn't win her favor tonight, he wouldn't stop here either. He'd always try for the rest of her days to bring her home to him and him only.

Before he could even realize it, she was stepping back. "Thank you for the dance, Mammon," she murmured sweetly.

Unable to string together anything else, he watched her walk away. She found Barbatos and took a drink he offered to her. The second born retreated to where his younger brothers sat, only to be met with their berating comments.

"Well, looks like Mammon struck out, no surprise," Asmo mused, looking at his fresh manicure. "Who's next?"

"I'll go," Satan purred. "I at least have a chance."

"We'll see about that," Asmo chuckled.

"I didn't strike out," Mammon mumbled to himself, looking away.

Satan approached Altaira smoothly, gliding around the other guests and asserting himself at her side, interrupting a lower demon.

"Might I have a turn with the lovely lady?" He asked charmingly.

"Of course," she replied sweetly, taking his outstretched hand.

The fourth born took her to the floor and led her through a waltz. But the moment her shadow blue eyes caught his shining blue-green ones, he verbally froze. He could feel her heartbeat thrumming in her hand, her perfume overcasting his ability to think, and her youthful, kind face put a halt to his ideation of wooing her. His plan was to snake his tail around her waist and keep her close, showcasing his defensive demonic armor of the scales lacing his appendage, but that was long gone then as well.

"Is something the matter, Satan?" She asked softly, her eyes widening. The way she even said his name had him stammering for what to reply with.

"N-Nothing... I, uh, well... You look... nice," he finally spat out. She gave a soft smile, and he knew he could have been so much smoother than that.

"Thank you, so do you," she replied joyfully.

Satan didn't even stand a chance, because as soon as the song was over, he was too overtaken with his frustration, or, we could call, "flustration" as the next bachelor came up to shoot his shot.

"Hey, Altaira, I brought you a cupcake. Also, can we dance together for the next song?" Beel asked innocently, inadvertently overshadowing his older brother.

She looked overjoyed. "Oh Beel! Thank you, you're so sweet. Sure," she replied. Beel guided her away from the still frustrated fourth born who finally realized she was gone and now failed his mission.

Satan stomped back to where his other brothers were, and Asmo could only laugh at his older brother.

"Smooth, Satan, smooth," Asmo chortled, all too smug at the moment.

"Shut up!" Satan snapped. "I'd like to see any of you do better!"

"Is that right?" Lucifer murmured behind the fourth born. Satan rolled his eyes and turned slowly to face the eldest.

"Don't even start," Satan hissed.

The eldest looked back out to the dance floor and watched Beel and the human woman dancing away. Beel at least looked happy, but that look was also how he looked at desserts from Madame Devian's, which made Lucifer slightly concerned. Though a finer eye was required to see how Beel's wings were subtly vibrating down his back, a soft hum following the tune of the song to try and keep her attention on him. The sixth born's concept was to offer food and then showcase his listening skills, which was a noble effort, but all in vain, he came to find.

"I think you all know that she's only entertaining your foolishness to be nice. She has no intention of coming back with any of you," Lucifer quipped.

Levi bristled then. "And how would you know?"

"Because that's her nature– to be polite and put on a front. You can see it the moment she accepts your invitations to dance. That uncomfortable smile, the forced eye contact, and the rigid way she holds herself. It's all there," the eldest answered.

"Sounds like someone else we know," Belphie jabbed back.

Lucifer snapped his head back toward the youngest. "I will have you all behaving yourselves. I know at this time of year you're all on edge, but dash those hopes away now of any thoughts you had of satisfying those urges with her. I won't have it."

By then, Levi had left as Beel was returning, determined to get his chance with her, even if she turned him down for more than just a dance.

"Save it, Lucifer. We all know you're interested in her as well, and you're no better than us when it comes to this season," Belphie snapped back.

"Remember that disgusted look he had when that witch approached him this time last year?" Asmo reminded them with a chuckle. They all laughed at Lucifer's dismay but quit when he sent a fiery glare back at them.

Their attention returned to Altaira, and to their surprise, they saw her and the envious third born giggling as she whispered things in his ears. All six sat in utter loss at what he could have done to earn such a gesture, even more so when they noticed Levi's thumb vigorously running back and forth over where it touched her hand, his tail lightly caressing the fabric along the hem of her ballskirt. When that song was over and he was returning, his face went awash with disappointment.

"Well?" All six asked in unison.

"Well what? You know it didn't work!" Levi barked, sitting down in a huff. "Didn't even get to try and talk to her. That was my whole plan."

"One, you are terrible at conversing. You should have had another plan. Two, you guys were talking! And touching! What did you say?" Asmo asked.

"I didn't even get a chance to show her what I wanted to do to show I was interested! She started talking about a new game she downloaded on her phone, and I forgot all about tonight!" Levi said in exasperation.

"Good job," Mammon grunted, his arms folded and sitting slouched in his chair, watching her take the next candidate to the dance floor, Belphie.

The youngest immediately began talking to Altaira about the stars and some recent meteor showers he was able to watch in the observatory. She seemed eager enough to listen, so the rest of the brothers were interested to see how this ended.

"Well? What do you think?" Mammon poked the first born.

"Think? I know she's still uninterested. Altaira is kind to Belphie because they're both similar in a lot of ways, but she's not letting her guard down for him to try anything," Lucifer answered arrogantly, swirling a glass of Demonus.

The youngest demon brother twirled her around and showed his more charming side to her, and there was a moment of doubt in the eyes of his brothers when she laughed whole-heartedly, a sound they rarely heard. Belphie gave her his warmest smile and glided across the floor with such an elegance and repose that his brothers all wondered where this side came from when considering his laziness. One could suppose that such sloth could wait if there's an opportunity for such favor from someone to possibly join his bed.

But that was not meant to be as she excused herself just as the song ended. She quickly flitted away from the floor and left all the brothers wondering what she was doing.

Belphie returned quickly, finding his chair next to Beel. He looked up to see all six staring at him.

"What?"

"Did you run her off?" Asmo asked seriously, now seemingly jealous and miffed. "She acted like she couldn't get away from you fast enough."

"She was tired, Asmo," Belphie replied with an eye roll.

"We all know Lucifer's too good for this, so, Asmo, I guess it's your turn," Satan mused, finishing his glass of Demonus.

"Oh, no, I won't be participating. I'm going to an orgy tonight, and Altaira already said no," Asmo replied gleefully. Even Lucifer gave a raised brow to his younger brother, while the rest had looks of varying levels of dismay.

"No way! So you asked her before the ball even started?! How's that fair?!" Mammon griped at Asmo.

The other five began to join the fray as the eldest slipped away to find Altaira back in the far corner, clearly seeking refuge as she folded her arms and hung her head low.

"Tired already?" Lucifer asked with a cocked brow.

"Aren't you?" She asked, slowly bringing her head up. His heart softened at that look because he knew she was being genuine when she looked up at him with the smallest creases in her makeup under her eyes, her brows slightly pinched together, and lips in a thin line. But it was moments like these when he truly felt connected to her, to the soul that lay within.

"Would it be a huge ask to come dance with me?" He murmured quietly to her.

Her head tilted, and before she could respond verbally, her body was doing the rest automatically by offering her hand to him. His large, gloved hand accepted it and led her to the dance floor once more.

"I was hoping this would be a slower song, one a little less taxing than a waltz," he murmured again to her. He was correct, and she nodded slowly. She shuffled in closer and nearly had her head laid against his chest, much to his pride's delight.

All six brothers sat in wrathful consternation.

"Of all the pricks..." Satan said with an eye roll, huffing as he slouched back against his chair, yanking down a glass of Demonus from an unsuspecting waiter who happened to just walk by, and then the fourth born was growling to get them to leave.

"You had to know that was coming," Asmo said with a tipsy lilt to his voice.

"Still, it's annoying to see Lucifer get his way like that," Belphie added bitterly. All six quietly drank their Demonus.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Mammon said very quietly. He was closely dialed in on the pair as they gazed into each other's eyes, the flicker of hope in the demon's, and the charming haze in the human's.

"Why's that?" Levi asked, lazily circling his finger on the rim of the glass while holding his head in the other hand, looking despondent.

"Wait..." Satan sat up, watching the new scene unfold.

Near the end of the song, and getting closer to the end of the night, a looming, tall, muscular figure worked his way through the crowd, head well above most the lower demons. At the same time, Lucifer was working his charms, his wings upright, and feathers fluffed out. He hovered over her and whispered in her ear, and chuckled lowly at her soft replies. Occasionally, she took in his demonic form, to his pride, and appreciated his meticulous appearance. His feathers would flutter, wings slightly waving to let the light catch their blue sheen, but anyone else could just mistake that for him dancing across the floor. When her gaze would travel back to his, he made sure to catch it and hold it for as long as he could. Truly, just as his brothers mentioned, he wasn't safe from spring's seductive song either, his instincts telling him to work faster so that he could lure her into his proverbial trap.

Just as Lucifer was about to strike, almost drawing her in closer to murmur his request to her with his lips pressed against her ear in a voice so sultry and deep that he was certain it'd cause the most erotic reaction from her, the pair was interrupted. A hand appeared on her shoulder, a large, taupe hand adorned with black nails and gold wrist markings.

"Altaira," a bright tenor voice called to her. At that same moment, the song ended, and the pair broke their union as she turned to face the Demon Prince himself, the eighth and final contender for the evening.

"Diavolo," she replied with a sparkling tone of surprise.

"I hope you don't mind, but I'd like to take you to the floor before the night is over. I can't leave my people wanting as I have yet to dance with anyone this evening," Diavolo stated sincerely, a kind smile on his lips. Lucifer bowed his head only slightly in understanding and walking away, but not before taking Altaira's hand and raising it up to his face.

"Thank you. I hope I can catch you one more time before we depart for the evening," he murmured to her, his ruby orbs trained on her lips. She nodded, and he left them to return to his brothers.

The six brothers remained silent as their eldest brother passed by, going straight for another glass of Demonus. Lucifer snatched one up and sat himself down, crossing a leg and glaring down the prince.

"So..." Mammon started to say but stopped.

"Not. A. Word," Lucifer snapped.

Taking the hint, the rest all watched the newest scene unfold, wondering what the prince's grand plan was if he was able to upheave the Avatar of Pride.

"Why have you not danced with anyone else? I'm sure one of the greater witches would've liked to," Altaira commented warily, sizing up the Demon Lord.

"You're right, there are others who likely would've taken me up on the offer, but I don't get to spend nearly enough time with you," he replied smoothly with a soft grin on his lips. His head was tilted down to speak to her softly, and his body, so large and muscular, totally eclipsed her except the outer ranges of her ballskirt from view during certain turns in their waltz.

"That's kind of you. Shall we make the most of it then?" She asked sweetly in return.

"Absolutely," he murmured, his grin turning more wicked.

As the song picked up, so did he. Diavolo led her through the most complex steps, twisting and turning her about the floor as others began to disappear to let the two have their moment. He was correct, as his people truly enjoyed watching him and letting him have the spotlight. But, of course, his dance partner was something of a spectacle herself, as it was still a rare thing to see a human in their realm, and more so to watch her dance with their crowned ruler. Some watched in envy, of either of the two, really, and others watched in lust, as the spring's siren song was leaving no demon untouched by its melody.

"Altaira," he murmured as the song was starting to reach its crescendo, so that others wouldn't hear.

The gold details on his horns and wings would occasionally catch her attention, shining perfectly and causing small reflections to bounce off them. She finally looked up at him squarely in his golden gaze, watching how his face shone under the castle lights. The strings increased in volume, the piano playing underneath carrying the tune along, causing her skin to flush with a prickling sensation, her synesthesia peaking at that particular moment as she studied his expression.

"Oh, he's good," Asmo observed drunkenly. "I'm off, got an orgy to attend."

None of the brothers even reacted to the fifth born, as they were all captivated by watching her and her only. Diavolo dipped her down in a grand sweep, and the crowd clapped softly as he brought her back up and continued to taking her in another lap around the dance floor, letting everyone see how the two reacted to one another. Their chemistry, like potassium chlorate and sugar, the fuel and the oxidizer, with the mix of spring's fresh, lust-ladden air like sulfuric acid to catalyze the reaction, was unmistakable. Passion in every step began to ignite the night, electrifying the air around them.

And not once did his sights wander. He was wholly and only focused on this radiant soul staring back up at him through shadow blue eyes adorned with black liner and pink glitter. She sparkled like the violent reaction they emulated, and he only served to keep it going in perpetuity. Sending her outward in a twirl, only keeping his hand latched onto hers, she looked back at him over her shoulder with a smile, and there wasn't a demon around who didn't feel her radiance bathing the prince. Pulling her back in, he drew her in closer, one hand held beside them, upright, while the other sank lower on her corseted waist, now resting high on her hip. He could feel her fingertips pressing more into his bare skin then.

"There's none more beautiful than you," he murmured softly in her ear, his cologne and natural scent filling her senses. "I know everyone here is vying for your company tonight, and forgive me for adding to the fray, but if you've made no other commitments, I'd love for you to stay with me tonight in my room. Maybe we could spend even more time together?"

"I'd love to, Diavolo," she agreed in a purr, kissing his cheek.

"Dammit," all six said in unison.

The game was over. Everyone's hopes were finally snuffed out by that one action, knowing not a single other suitor that night had received more than just her platitudes and active conversations. And as the prince brought her closer, her chest pressed against his lower sternum, still whispering in her ear and causing her to smile wider and wider, everyone understood that they would have to let their ambitions for the evening shatter, because there was no changing her mind, nor swaying the prince into letting his prize go.

Late the next morning, Altaira and Asmodeus walked through the front doors of the House of Lamentation, arm in arm and still giggling, holding a few shopping bags in their free hands. After saying their goodbyes, Altaira went to her room, and Asmo dropped by the common room to find all of his brothers glaring at him, nursing their hangovers and broken dreams.

"Well, it seems all of you have your feathers ruffled. I wonder why that could be?" He said smugly to them.

"Why are you the one bringing her home?" Satan growled, holding his head in one hand as he leaned against the arm of the sofa.

"I met her for breakfast to talk about last night, and then we went shopping," Asmo answered coolly, setting his bags down and folding his arms as he leaned against the frame of the entryway.

"Then why don't you tell us why none of our plans worked, but Diavolo's did?" Mammon demanded half-heartedly.

"Do you really want to know?" Asmo asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"C'mon, just say it. What does Diavolo have that we don't?" Belphie griped.

"Is it money?"

"Power?"

"His looks?"

"A castle?"

"A butler?"

Asmo held his hand up to stop the berating questions before the eldest could snap at them all.

"You all do realize Altaira isn't that shallow, right?" The fifth born accused.

"Spill it, Asmo," Satan snapped.

"It's because he makes her feel wanted without pressuring her. You all are so obvious in the way you approach her. She knows exactly what you're up to the moment you start talking to her," Asmo answered honestly. "That handbag he sent her? She asked if she needed to return it the next day, and he said she was free to do what she wanted with it. He's been sending her gifts for ages now without the expectation of anything in return."

They all sat in silence, but Lucifer finally slapped his newspaper down and stared at Asmodeus.

"That's ridiculous. What else is it?" He asked accusingly.

Asmo sighed and picked up his bags, shrugging, "I mean, if you really must know..."

The other six brothers all watched him start to walk away.

Once he was out of sight but still within earshot, the Avatar of Lust said, "It's also because he's covered in gold, huge muscles, and has a big dick."

There was a stunned silence for a few moments before Mammon finally piped up, "I thought Asmo said she wasn't shallow?"

"He meant it's that, plus we put too much pressure on her," Beel replied.

The other five nodded and sighed, left to face another spring alone.

For now.

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[onthinax]

To the people who think Mare Barrow is white: Please reread the book, ya 4head.

[bi-disaster-yn]

Nice Costume

Pairing: Kate Bishop x fem!Reader

Summary: Yelena has forced Kate into dressing up as a cheerleader with her for her first American costume party. Who knew Reader would like it so much?

Contains: dirty talk (Reader is a bit of a filthy bastard); fingering (K receiving), roleplay, slight bondage, hair pulling, oral (R receiving). 18+, Minors DNI!

A/N: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE! Hope you all have a safe and fun month, celebrating in your own way <3

“I don’t know why Yelena wanted us to go as cheerleaders,” Kate said, jogging lightly down the stairs of her loft apartment. “I think I’d look much cooler as a viking… or a pirate!”

For once in your life, you were grateful for the unreliable sizing on eBay. Despite ordering a size up, the cheerleader costume was still too tight on Kate and hugged her body perfectly. The skirt was just a little too short so that any wrong move risked everyone seeing her butt cheeks and her cute little lace briefs. Her hair was tied back in its usual ponytail with some stray curly strands framing her face.

She looked like your closeted high school fantasy from when you would try to watch the boys play football but couldn’t help but stare at the girls cheerleading instead.

“I mean look at you! You make an awesome vampire!” She beamed, gesturing to your costume that consisted of one of those black corsets from Amazon that were all the rage when Bridgerton first dropped on Netflix, leather trousers, a cheap cape from Target and blood makeup.

Admittedly, you were proud of your makeshift outfit. Kate’s get-up, however, was making you salivate.

“Well, all I have to say is thank you to Yelena and her obsession with American culture.” You smiled back, hungrily looking Kate up and down. “Not gonna lie, babe, I’m really turned on looking at you right now.”

“Really?” Kate exclaimed; her blushing was evident in her voice with how it raised several octaves. She walked over to the mirror and admired herself in it, soothing down her outfit over her abs. “You really mean that? You’re not just saying it?”

You responded by going over to her and wrapping your arms round her waist from behind, placing soft kisses to her neck. Her lips parted as she watched your kisses deepen in the reflection and felt your grasp on her tighten.

“Didn’t I ever tell you I had a thing for cheerleaders in high school?” You whispered coolly in her ear and she shuddered. “You’re basically my ultimate fantasy right now, babygirl.”

“Babe…” Kate moaned as you started to nip at her neck. “We’re gonna be late.”

You laughed, spinning Kate round and giving her a deep kiss. “Since when did you ever care about being late?”

Kate shrugged her shoulders and chuckled before putting her arms round your neck. “You’re right. Yelena can wait.”

“That’s right, baby.” You smirked against Kate’s mouth before giving her another kiss that made her head spin. When you pulled back, she was blinking and disoriented as though she was drunk already, holding on to you for dear life.

Your fingers found the hem of her top and you pulled it over her head in one swift motion, pulling her face back in for another bruising kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting; you could have kissed them all day. She took your lead as you move your head to deepen the kiss, moving your hands down to palm her boobs over her lace bralette that matched the briefs she’d been hiding under her skirt.

Kate gasped into your mouth, feeling a little overwhelmed already and clutched on to your shoulders to steady herself. It was always such a treat when Kate got needy and desperate like this. Even more so when she was literally a walking, talking embodiment of your wildest fantasy.

Without breaking the kiss, you unhooked the bralette from where it was clasped at the front. Kate’s arms encircled round your neck tighter and she pressed her body closer to yours, eager for what you were about to do next.

You responded by pulling away from her mouth and descending to brush kisses over her jaw and on to her neck. It was a fun type of torture: you’d always take your time with opened mouth kisses in the knowledge this type of teasing riled Kate up. Today was no exception as she whined a little, already needing more from you.

“So desperate, baby. Is this what you thought about during the game while you were cheering on all those football players? Bet they wished this is what they were doing to you right now.” You smiled up at her wickedly. “Instead, you’re with your secret girlfriend and she’s making you feel so much better than they ever could.”

Kate giggled at the introduction of your roleplay but was interrupted by you circling your tongue around one of her nipples which pebbled at your touch. She let out a cute breathy moan and her mouth formed an ‘O’ shape at the contact.

Your hand found its place on her inner thigh and it trailed upwards underneath her skirt and eventually cupped her sex, which you could feel the wetness and heat from already. It prompted Kate’s body to jolt and she let out a surprised gasp. Her involuntary movement made you smirk against her skin and you removed your mouth from the now glistening bud.

You stood up, removing your hands from her and stared her down with a cocky grin. Breathless and panting, Kate searched your eyes for some sort of clue as to what you were about to do next.

It was then that you grabbed her arms and bent her over the couch. You reached for her wrists and pinned them behind her back so she couldn’t move. Kate gasped and rested her cheek against the cushion, wriggling in your grasp out of sheer excitement and anticipation.

Your free hand found its way to the back of her thigh as you pulled her skirt up over her hips. Your thumb tucked under the lace briefs and slowly – still doing your best to tease your poor girlfriend – you pulled the briefs down her legs exposing her supple and peachy ass and of course, that gorgeous pussy.

Kate moaned a little, completely caught up in the moment and enjoying being helplessly pinned down by you as you did as you pleased with her.

“Katie, baby, I’ve not even touched you yet.” You chuckled as you bent over her and presented your fingers at her mouth for her to suck on.

“You just know what effect you have on me!” She retaliated and obediently opened her mouth to suck on your fingers. She urgently lapped her tongue round them and suckled, impatient for what they were going to be used for. When she released them from her mouth, you wasted no time on using them to rub her pussy and enjoyed the gasps this inspired from Kate.

Once you were sure she was ready for them, you inserted both fingers and started to pump them in and out slowly to stretch her out. Kate groaned at the feeling, her mouth hanging slack open against the cushion. You still had her wrists pinned behind her back and you could see her own fingers flexing as she tried to contain the pleasure you were giving her.

“This is what you get, Kate. Walking around in that little outfit, you should have expected this kinda treatment. Taking it so well too, letting me bend you over and fuck you like this.” You basically growled at her; also caught up in the moment of having Kate at your mercy like this. Increasing the pace, you furiously pumped the two fingers in and out of her, knowing exactly what spot to hit which was her sweet spot.

“You’re my little cheerleader, you belong to me. Everyone might see you in that outfit but it’s me that gets to take it off.”

Kate cried out from underneath you, indulging in the pleasure of you taking her like this. Her body was jolted forward with the ferocity of every thrust from your fingers. Her knees bent and her toes curled as she felt her orgasm approaching. She buried her face in the cushion as she continued to wail out.

“I’m so close.” She whimpered and you could feel it on your fingers as her pussy contracted around them.

“Come on then, cum for me, show me who you belong to.” You commanded, tightening your grasp round her wrists which resulted in a pained cry from your girlfriend. At this, Kate let go and came on your fingers which now squelched with every movement with her wetness. You kept going but slowed down the pace to drag the pleasure out for her as long as possible. Kate wailed relentlessly and thrashed underneath your grip, unable to contain the intensity of the feeling you’d just given her.

Eventually, you let go of her wrists and leaned down, retrieving her underwear from round her ankles. Kate was panting and trying to catch her breath back as you bound her wrists together behind her back with her briefs. Placing your hand where you’d joined her wrists, your tugged on the bond and pulled her from off the couch and guided her to the floor where she sat obediently on her knees in front of you. Her skirt fell over her heels at the back and into place again and she looked up at you, chest heaving, ready for whatever you had in store for her next.

You held eye contact with Kate who wore an innocent and apprehensive expression as you unbuttoned your leather trousers and pulled them off with your own underwear.

“Now that I’ve taken care of you, I think it’s about time my cheerleader takes care of me. Don’t you think, Kate?” You asked with your eyebrow raised and leaned slightly off the couch. Kate nodded ardently, a smile stretched across her face as you opened your legs and exposed your own pussy to her.

“Yes, please, baby.” She grinned up at you, taking in the vision of her girlfriend in the cool vampire costume. She bit her lip, feeling lucky to have you and despite thinking it impossible, she became even more wet at the thought of eating you out.

“Good girl.” You praised and gripped your hand round her ponytail, guiding her face towards your core.

Kate followed your orders by opening her mouth and dragging her tongue along your clit which was now aching and sensitive from watching your girlfriend on her knees and her hands tied behind her back before you. She looked up at you with innocent eyes that drove you crazy as she continued to work her tongue on you.

The feeling of her smooth and warm tongue was so fucking welcome and you rolled your head back in pleasure. You grasped Kate’s ponytail a little too tightly which inspired a whine from her. The noise against your body caused a vibration so pleasing that it tempted you to yank her hair harder next time.

You used your hand to guide her head to where you needed her to go, offering compliments every few seconds so she knew how well she was doing.

“So pretty like this.” You praised, using your hand not clasping her hair to rub your thumb along her cheekbone and chuckling when you could see her start to blush.

Kate began to increase her pace to the consistency that, having tried and tested it, she knew drove you wild. You let out a guttural groan as she leaned back slightly to spit on your clit and then chased her own saliva with her tongue, lapping you up hungrily.

Then she began to suck on your clit, slurping up her own spit along with your wetness that had been created by her. Looking down at her, your eyes met her innocent looking ones and it was too much. Her ability to give you a naïve expression whilst simultaneously performing filthy acts on you never failed to blow your mind.

“Oh God, babygirl, that’s it. Right there. Just like that. Such a fucking good girl.” You moaned, feeling your own orgasm begin to build up in your core. You breathed heavily, panting as your body prepared to give way.

Kate’s wrists fought against their restraints, desperate to break free of them and touch you. This only made her actions fiercer and more frantic, to give you everything she possibly could despite being restricted. Almost like you planned it that way.

She sucked on your clit with extreme valour, her head bobbing in the process and her ponytail swinging. It was too much; you moved your free hand from Kate’s face to grip the edge of the couch and cried out in pleasure. You yanked Kate’s ponytail again to feel the vibration of her yelp against you. The little plan worked perfectly and allowed you to let go, screaming out Kate’s name so that none of your neighbours wouldn’t be in any doubt as to who lived in this apartment.

Your hand fell from Kate’s head as you panted, coming down from your high. Eyes closed, you gripped on to the back of the couch with both hands and your head swam. Kate couldn’t help but appreciate how your chest heaved in your corset that had given you incredible cleavage. She looked up at you and licked her lips.

Once you had suitably caught your breath, you opened your eyes and found your girlfriend still tied up on the floor in front of you.

“You’re keeping this outfit.” You asserted to her as you got on your knees to untie her wrists.

“You don’t need to tell me twice,” Kate smirked, rolling her wrists around once they were free. “I would have bought one sooner if I’d known this is what it would do to you.”

You helped her up from the floor and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Come on, let’s go before Yelena literally murders us for being late.”

[harlowhockeystick]

Nightcap - Nolan Patrick

Nolan still hasn’t step foot inside her apartment, and he is determined to go inside it on their three month mark.

Nolan Patrick x Princess!Fem!reader

contains: smut (18+ MINORS DNI, soft smut, light overstimulation, slight dom!nolan,), cuss words, nolan barely talking

word count: 3,391

a/n: the first full piece for the princess au! i hope you all like it. you can find the timeline post here, a few of you have asked for that so i figured i would make one.

tagging: @hugheshugs @nylwnder @lorrmorr @cartahhart79 @hockeyunits @summerkate @nolannpatrickk @owenpowerstapejob

Nolan wasn’t one to judge. But he was one to wonder. 

There had to be some big reason why he hasn’t been more than three feet inside her apartment, right? Nolan didn’t, or at least he tried not to, think much of it. Maybe she was just…not ready…to show him her house. Maybe she was hiding a dead body? Nolan was seriously beginning to branch to that possibility. At this point he knew she had to be hiding something from him. After just these short three months of dating her, he wouldn’t put murder past her. 

“Wanna split dessert?” she asked Nolan from across the clothed table underneath the warm lighting. This was probably the most expensive place Nolan has taken her yet, the most prestigious restaurant in Vegas. She was shocked when he told her the place of their date that evening. Sure, she enjoyed a nice dinner every once and a while but even then she wasn’t one to go there just to spoil herself. The cheapest thing on the menu was an appetizer, and that was twenty seven dollars. But damn if it wasn’t good. 

“Yeah, pick whatever you want. Just nothing chocolate,” Nolan leaned back and watched as she scanned over the dessert menu. He noticed some small intricate details in her clothing, the neckline was sewn with a different shade of pink than what it was on the shoulders. The sequins were a little different too, something only he would notice if he were, well, staring right at them. “Did you do that to your dress?” he asked. she pulled back, looking down in confusion. “the seems, it’s a different color of pink.” 

Y/N gasped out of embarrassment, “yeah…ha, well when i got the dress it was the wrong size. So I could either send it back and pay for that shipping, that repair, or I could just do it myself. So I decided to do it myself…” Y/N continued talking, even while the waiter came and took the dessert order (nolan ordered a strawberry cheesecake while she was rambling), “see the color of the actual dress is more of a rouge color, well the only thread i had on hand was blush and blush is much lighter…'' She continued her story, not even noticing that the cheesecake had been set down right in front of her, Nolan waiting for her to take the first bite. “But- oh, you ordered?” 

“Yeah, you were busy talking. Hope you like cheesecake.” he answered her, a grin on his face. She blushed, but took a fork and took the first bite. The moment the soft and bright flavor hit her tongue she moaned. Damn this food is good. Nolan chuckled, “who knew that all it takes is a little bit of sweets to get you to stop talking?” 

She pulled the fork out of her mouth and made eye contact with him while doing so, “you should know that by now,” she gave him a suggestive wink as he took a bite of the fluffy dessert too. 

-

The walk down the hallway of her apartment building seemed to get old, only for the reason that he was memorizing the wrong walls. He wanted to know the ones inside her apartment, not the ones outside it. 

Y/N unlocked her door with the pink key she had made at the home depot, cracking open the door before turning around to kiss Nolan on the cheek goodbye for the night. But he stopped her before her lips could connect, “wait- you’re not gonna invite me in for a nightcap?” his hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her cheek that had some makeup on (he didn’t know what it was called, the thing that made her cheeks pink and shiny like that). 

She began to stutter and look down at the ground but he picked her head back up to make better eye contact, “oh c’mon, you’ve seen my place. S’nothing special, so what’s so bad about yours? Hiding something?” he teased, and he was thankful that she laughed in reply instead of staying silent. 

“Okay, yeah you can, uh, you can come in. just, don’t laugh at me, okay?” She opened the door all the way and walked ahead of her, waiting for her to lock the door behind him so that she could show him the way. Y/N turned the lights on, and soon the dark two bedroom apartment was brightened up. And what he saw was really no shock to him at all, he had never just seen that much pink in one place before. He could count on one hand everything that wasn’t pink; the furniture, the table, the tv, the clock on the wall, and the appliances. 

The rug, throw pillows and blankets, some decor, it was all pink. Soft pink, not bright and neon. He didn’t say anything, he just felt out of place. Here he was, wearing black skinny jeans and a gray sweater with a button up underneath with vans, standing in what looked like barbies living room. 

“You don’t like it? Do you?” she asked, setting her clutch on the kitchen island and dipping her head a little bit to look at her heels. “See i knew you wouldn’t, every guy i’ve had over here always made fun of me for it, saying that-”

“Who said I didn't like it?” Nolan countered, stepping closer to her where she was in her kitchen. 

She sniffled a little, dipping her head back so that tears wouldn’t stream down and ruin the highlighter and blush she had going on. She laughed, at herself, for feeling so dumb. She should have just told him to go back home, like she always did. “Well you, you got this look on your face like you wanna throw up. Listen, I know I like pink, okay,” Nolan chuckles at her comment, “but it’s me…y’know? I mean you’re not gonna get Y/N without pink. It’s like I told you on our first date, I was born wearing pink,” 

“And you’ll die wearing pink.” Nolan finished her words for her, now standing right in front of her just as he was a few moments ago outside her front door. “I like your place. Just like you said, it’s you. I just feel a little underdressed, that’s all.” 

She ducked her head, biting her lip out of feeling a little hot on the inside. He notices her shyness and makes sure to get her to come out of her shell. That’s always his goal, get her to step out of the shadow she always stands in. He honestly doesn’t understand it, how a girl who wears the loudest colors on earth, has the most bubbly personality, could be so shy at times. Nolan loves it though. 

He tucked a finger under her chin and picked her head up to look into her eyes, “what’s goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?” he asked her, his light blue eyes scanning hers as if he was searching through files to look for an answer. 

She has the answer he’s looking for. But she knows he’s not ready to hear it quite yet. So she keeps it to herself and comes up with something to pass the time. “That nightcap I promised you. What uh, what do you want? I have chardonnay, the name brand from Trader joes. I also have that beer you like- i only know what kind you like because the other day when i was at your place i peeked in your fridge. Not to snoop just to-”

“That’s nice Princess, but I want you.” he cut her off while she blushed under the soft lighting of the kitchen that came out from under her kitchen cabinets. “I want you, on this kitchen island, right now.” She let out a heavy breath and played awkwardly while he lifted her onto the counter and stood between her legs while he toyed with the hem of her dress neckline. “Will you let me have that?” 

Her mind was foggy. She was trying to focus on too many things at once, she couldn’t believe this was happening. She had thought about it, though. Since day one in fact. Since that very first day when Nolan walked through the doors of the men’s suit shop she worked at in the mall, asking for her specifically. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his deep voice and looked into his starry blue eyes. That’s when she thought about it first. And every day after that. 

She was trying to focus on where his hands were, dangerously close to popping open the delicate button on her dress top. He was also maintaining eye contact, intently moving his head whenever her eyes tried to look past him at something else. (that’s also when she noticed she needs to change out the wax in her scentsy). 

“Look at me,” he ordered, in a very commanding tone. One that made her panties grow two shades darker. “You gonna let me have what I want?” 

Y/N nodded her head in agreement. He smirked, now having her consent he began to move his hands. This was only the fifth time they’ve fucked (she’s keeping track in her head). She has to give the man credit and say that he was a complete gentleman. He waited until the third date to give her a proper kiss on the lips. He waited until he had the green light to spread her legs for himself. And it gets better every time she swears it. 

He eventually gets her dress off of her. She momentarily scolds him for just carelessly tossing it to the ground, but she bites back her tongue when he pops open her bra and lets it fall to the ground too. Her nipples became hard now that they were exposed to the cold air of the kitchen, and they do once more when he rests her back onto the marble countertops of her kitchen island. 

He kisses from her neck down to her belly button intently, his hands running up and down her arms as if he were attempting to warm her back up slightly. While he was there he played with the hem of her panties, and even he had to admit, they were quite cute. A little, dainty, delicate pink bow was right in the center. Lace was sewn into the hem and the material was a very light, almost baby pink. He almost didn’t want to tear them into two pieces to get them off of her. 

Almost. 

Quickly ripping the thin material off of her she quickly raised up in protest because how dare he rip the nice pair of underwear she had on. But he, once again having a bag of tricks up his sleeve, knew exactly what to do to shut her up. He put two of his fingers into her mouth while he grabbed her right leg and stretched it onto his shoulder. Keeping eye contact, forcing her to suck on his fingers, he licked all the way from her ankle to the crease of her hip. Slowly she eased back down onto the counter, but she was going to burst if she didn’t get some release soon. And he sensed that. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked her, taking his fingers out of her mouth and licking them himself. She nodded her head, “good,” and he slowly pushed her back on the island to where now she was lightly hanging upside down. 

It was only a few moments until she felt his hot tongue on her core. She let out a satisfied and loud moan, her hands moving to cup her breasts as she closed her eyes and focused on what Nolan’s tongue was doing to her. 

He lapped at her; drinking in every little thing she had to give him. Every drop of honey, every little spasm her body made in reaction. He took it all in. his tongue circled her entrance making, daring to dart his tongue inside. But it was too early for that. After all, it was only nine thirty. 

Nolan circled his tongue around her lips, lightly sucking at each one of them. She moaned very loudly as he had not done that before- it felt really fucking good. Y/N swore this man had a mouth like no other. She couldn’t dream of a man who spoke very little words, could do this to a woman. To make her scream and pull her hair out with just a few licks and sucks. 

Then…then he got to the best part. He wrapped his perfectly shaped lips (not too thick but not too thin) and sucked at her clit. She gasped, she squeezed on her nipples with her thumb and index finger, trying to help herself get to that release she��d been aching for all evening. Nolan felt her soft thighs squeeze around his head and it was at that moment that he decided he could stay here forever and not have to worry about anything. Right in the warmth, the pleasure, and the softness between her thighs. 

He flattened his tongue at her, shaking his head side to side and he heard her cum right there. Heard the moans and groans from her mouth, he saw her tummy dip a little, he felt her thighs squeeze his head so tight his ears rang a little bit after she let go. 

After she came down from her high, he slid those two fingers inside her hole that were previously in her mouth. She moaned again, eyes rolling back into her head and her body jolting just slightly as she was still sensitive from her first orgasm. 

Nolan used his strength to pull her back onto the island so she wasn’t hanging halfway off. She was light headed from all the blood rushing up to her brain. Her eyes, god her eyes, they were a little teary and he thought it was the most precious thing. With his free hand he cupped her face and kissed her. She got to taste herself on his tongue while they made out. 

She moaned into his mouth while he curled his fingers inside of her, his thumb was brushing against her sensitive clit that it was only adding to her pleasure. She felt like she was going to combust but in the best way possible. “Cum for me princess,” Nolan mumbled into her ear while parting from their kiss for a breath. And almost on command she did, diving back in for a kiss. She bit his lip when she came, which he fucking loved. He even moaned a little, too. 

He held one back when he tasted that she drew blood. That would be for another time. 

He pulled the two fingers out of her pussy and he licked them clean, making sure to keep eye contact while he did it. “N-nolie can w-we do the rest in bed? Please?” she asked, giving him puppy eyes while her lip quivered. 

“No,” he replied. He dropped his pants and stepped out of his shoes and jeans at the same time (making her cringe), then stripping off everything else. She reached out for him- his shoulders, his arms, his hands. Anything she could touch on him to feel him close. “Told you m’gonna do it here first. Then maybe, if you’re able, we can do another in your bedroom. I’d like to ruin you there too.” 

A man of few words, but those he did say, made her brain get foggy. 

Almost involuntary she leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs open for him like a book. One that he wants to spend studying for all eternity, having a PHd in what she has to offer right there in front of him. 

“Spit.” Nolan instructed, holding his hand out in front of her mouth. She did, and she bit her lip watching him pump his cock a few times before slipping inside of her. He watched as he disappeared in her, stretching her tiny hole out to the max. He watched as she dipped her head back, her mouth falling open. For the first time that week, she had nothing else to say. 

When he started to thrust in and out of her she had her eyes rolled back so far in her head that she was seeing neon shapes. Her hand reached out to hold onto his bicep, squeezing there over his tattoos to find some leverage. She could feel him in her throat at first, he was in so deep. Which is what he liked; he liked to get every inch of him inside of her. He wanted her to feel it, too. Nolan wanted Y/N to feel every last centimeter of his cock as he pumped it in and out of her cunt. 

He then wrapped a free hand around her throat and used his strength to pull her upright to make eye contact once again. Somehow, because she was now sitting up straight, he was able to get deeper inside of her and she loved it. God, if he pressed on her stomach he could feel where he was. He could get lost in it- her. Everything about her. From her perfume to the shampoo she uses, he was obsessed with it. He’s never met a girl he was this obsessed with. But, he just doesn’t know how to show it just yet. All he knows is to pay for the dates, fuck her good, buy her a piece of jewelry every now and then. 

Once he kept going she felt the tip of his cock hit that spongy spot deep inside her, hidden away that so far only he was able to find. Maybe it’s because he was the only one who cared enough to find it, or maybe he was just wicked good with his cock. She opened her mouth and that’s when Nolan took the chance to stick his tongue inside of it, putting his hand on the back of her neck to hold her close. He felt himself come closer to an orgasm too, especially with the way her walls were quenching down on him. 

“Nolie..m’gonna cum,” she groaned, a string of curses following after. He never gets used to hearing her curse. Hearing such vile words spill out of her perfect mouth in her sweetened tone. “Fuck fuck fuck…Nolie-” was the last thing that came out off her tongue before she squealed and easily rested back down onto the cold kitchen island countertop. 

Nolan, right behind her, pulled his dick out and spilled his cum onto her stomach. Coating her stomach she moaned at the loss of contact she once felt when he was buried deep inside her pussy. He was panting like a dog after, overwhelmed with the sense of pleasure he felt too from the release he got. 

He grabbed a towel that was hanging on the oven door and wiped her stomach free of the mess he made on her (which, in all honesty, he liked very much) and tossed it onto the floor. “I just cleaned in here,” she whined, pointing at the towel on the floor he just put there. 

Nolan rolled his eyes, helping her sit up straight. The backs of his fingers ran over the soft skin of her cheeks, brushing some hair and tucking it behind her ears. “So uh, what d’y’wanna do now? Usually after we hookup i just leave, if you want to leave you can i under-” 

“I’m not leaving Princess. M’staying til you want me to go.” he replied, cutting her off once again. She really hated when she got cut off. 

“What if I don't want you to leave?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair that was just slightly sweaty. He picked her up off the counter and walked towards the area where he thinks her bedroom is. He kicked open the door to find exactly that: a floor to ceiling pink bedroom that looks like it was made for Barbie herself. Pink wallpaper, pink sheets, pink comforter. Everything about it screamed pink. It screamed her. 

“Then I'll stay.” 

i hope you enjoyed reading! i am glad that i finally was able to put a fic out into the world for my favorite au. feedback, comments, etc. are always appreciated!

xo, j

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the cinderella search

summary: you’re a staff member at SM, and during the annual Halloween party, you go dressed as Cinderella. Enter Johnny as Prince Charming. You talk, you flirt, he falls in love, but you forget to tell him your name before the night ends, and thus begins his Cinderella Search.

length: 10,615

tags: near-strangers to lovers, bed sharing, fingering, dry humping, fluff, light on the smut compared to some of my other works tbh

Growing up, Cinderella had always been your favorite fairy tale. You just really loved the glamor and romance of the story, the idea of dressing up all beautifully and mysteriously, going to a ball to be noticed by the Prince. 

And once you grew up, you still had that fantasy tucked away in the back of your mind, made more real when you entered the idol industry by joining SM Entertainment as a staff member. You were just a minor staff member, not important enough to be a manager (though that was the dream), but you were around idols so often that the fantasy was there, prodding you in the back of your mind.

There were days when you dreamed of being swept up in a Cinderella-style romance with one of the idols in the company. 

“I can’t blame you one bit,” your close friend Jiwon tells you one day. She’s a makeup artist for the company; she’s seen their bare faces, seen them up close and personal, and having worked there for longer than you, she knows various artists under the company better than you do. “I won’t disagree with you at all that a secret romance with one of them would be amazing. Just like a drama. I want Kyungsoo to be my prince charming.” She sighs dreamily. “I can’t wait for the Halloween party.”

That’s exactly what you’ve been talking about almost non-stop since you first heard that it was happening this year. With the party not having happened for a few years now due to one thing or another, this year it’s come back with a bang, and when the memo was put out that every staff member was invited to come in costume as well, just as a celebration for how hard everyone’s worked, it’s all that pretty much everyone’s been talking about. You’re excited that you get to go, that you get to dress up as well, and what caused Jiwon to start gushing about D.O. is you mentioning that you wanted to go dressed as Cinderella.

“Promise we can get ready together?” She asks you. “I really, really want to do your hair and makeup, I can already picture it.” Jiwon holds her fingers up, framing your face between them. 

It helped that you already had the dress to wear for your costume. You’d spotted it a few years ago in a thrift shop, and because of your pure love for Cinderella, as soon as you saw the dress, you knew that you had to have it. Sure, it had been collecting dust in your closet for a couple years, but now you had found the perfect use for it at last.

The day of the Halloween party, Jiwon comes over just as she’d planned, taking as much of the day as she possibly can to make you up and style your hair to make you look like the Cinderella of her imagination. She’s just going simply, wearing all black with some cat ears, some whiskers drawn on her face, but most of her attention to detail is poured into her work on you. 

By the time she finishes the last touch, you’re ready to leave. Already you’re going to be cutting it close to showing up late, so as she drops her brushes back in the bag she brought, you grab your phone, and make for the door.

“Oh no, you’re not finished yet.” She snakes her hand around your arm, bringing you to a halt. Jiwon tuts at you. “Cinderella can’t go to the ball without her mask.” 

Like a true fairy godmother, Jiwon pulls a beautiful mask out of the makeup bag. “I saw this when I was shopping for my costume, and I knew it would just be perfect. You can’t be Cinderella and have everyone know who you are, that goes against the point of being Cinderella, right?”

She carefully sits the mask on your made-up face, ties the ribbons around the back of your head, trying not to disturb the work she put into your hair.

“Can we go now, fairy godmother?” You ask. “Before midnight, preferably.”

The fairytale vibe of the night truly hits home once you arrive at the party’s venue. Everyone’s in costumes, and at first it’s overwhelming because you can’t immediately distinguish the idols from the staff from the higher-ups in the company. As you and Jiwon step inside, you can only make out a few distinct people. 

Red Velvet’s Irene is dressed like an actual goddess, complete with an array of stars in an arc around her (an interesting choice that definitely makes sure no one gets too close to her). You spot Chanyeol standing tall over the group of people he’s talking with too. And then you see him.

Prince Charming.

Johnny Suh. 

He looks breathtakingly handsome, wearing a white uniform adorned with golden tassels and medals. His hair is gelled back from his face, and he’s in the middle of laughing at the princess beside him, though her back is to you. Johnny literally looks like a prince with his face full of sunlit radiance, and in that moment your heart yearns. You wish you had a Prince Charming, but it’s clear that this one already has his princess.

And then she turns around with a flip of her long, dark wavy hair.

You burst out laughing so loud that Jiwon hits your arm to make you quiet down. 

Hendery is dressed as a princess, clinging to Johnny’s arm as Jungwoo and Ten stand there with them, both of them laughing along with the costumed couple.

There are several other princesses you soon realize. Staff members and female artists have both dressed as princesses, and the more of them you see, the more you think that you’re not the Cinderella of this ball. There’s others that shine with more glitz and glamor than your thrifted dress ever could. So you mostly stick to yourself, seated at a table in the corner, sipping at your drink to avoid talking to a drunk coworker when he stumbles into his seat at the table.

You just watch the party, suddenly no longer feeling it because the best looking man here tonight is clearly Johnny Suh (which you’ve thought that numerous times before, but especially so tonight) and it’s obvious that everyone else thinks so too. He wins a prize. He has people coming up to him all night, fawning over him, running their fingers through the tassels on his shoulders.

“Stop pouting,” Jiwon tells you as she drops down into the seat beside yours. She sits a fresh drink down in front of you. “Just drink this down and come have fun with me. We can mingle and actually get the chance to speak to some of these idols we never work with.” 

You know she has her eyes on D.O. who’s standing in a clear line of sight from where you’re both sitting, holding an audience of a few people captive with his story.

“You go.” You nod toward him. “Here’s your chance, Jiwon.”

She frowns at you. “I didn’t spend so long making you look like Cinderella just for you to sit all glum in the corner. You look fantastic, darling, and if you don’t get up and show off that lovely dress and your beautiful face, then we can’t be friends anymore.” She folds her arms in front of her and pouts. 

“If I go get some more drinks, does that count?”

“It’s an improvement at least.” She sighs. “I’m going to try to talk to him. While I’m gone, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She eyes your coworker who’s slumped over in his chair now, starting to snore. “And make sure he doesn’t puke on himself.”

You have no intention of babysitting a guy who takes every opportunity to steal credit from you, so you definitely leave the table as soon as Jiwon walks away. 

You’re standing at the bar area, waiting for the man behind the counter to make the drink you’d requested, when someone comes up beside you, just a figure in the corner of your eye. It’s only when he speaks that you look up to see who he actually is.

“I think you dropped this,” Johnny says, and he’s holding up one of the satiny blue gloves you’d worn tonight. You’d taken them off while you ate, and you forgot you’d tucked them in the ribbon around your waist.

“Oh, thank you.” You incline your head and reach for the glove, but when your fingers brush Johnny’s, you pull away with your whole hand tingling. “I probably dropped the other one somewhere too.” You look around, searching the floor.

Johnny chuckles. “No, it’s still right there.” 

You feel a blush rising to your cheeks, and you’re grateful that you’re wearing the mask that hides most of your face. The other glove is still safely tucked at your waist, and as Johnny tells the bartender what he’d like, you pull both gloves onto your hands.

“Here’s your drink, Princess.” The man behind the counter winks as he says it, pushing the drink toward you. “And yours, Prince Charming.”

You take your drink and start to walk away, planning to head back to your comfortable corner to drink alone in peace, but then you notice Johnny just a step behind you. 

“I think you’re the only person dressed as a princess tonight that hasn’t come up to talk to me tonight.” He says, “Which is unfortunate, since I saw you the moment you walked in, and I wanted to come talk to you then, but Hendery wouldn’t let go of me. I think you deserved best costume; I’ve never seen a better Cinderella.”

His flattery works wonders on melting what nervousness you have in talking with him. Johnny’s all but a stranger to you. You don’t work closely with NCT, but on the few occasions you’ve gotten to work with them, Johnny was always such a large personality, so nice and funny and handsome. Maybe you definitely have a ridiculous crush on him. But it’s always been foolish and far-fetched.

This is the first conversation you’ve ever had with him, and you don’t quite make it back to that table in the back corner. Johnny drags you down to sit beside him at his table, and even though you’re surrounded by the other members, the way he’s looking at you as you talk makes it feel like it’s only the two of you in the whole building. 

You finish your drink, lose track of time, and by the time that the party’s really and truly ending, you’ve forgotten everything but the way that Johnny looks at you, the sound of his voice, and how much that you have in common with him. Maybe it’s ridiculous to form such a deep connection with someone at a party, especially when tomorrow you go back to being just a lowly staff member and he’s a world-famous idol. 

But Princess Hendery is the one to break up this intimate conversation. His hand lands on Johnny’s shoulder, and Johnny’s head snaps around. 

“Hyung, your ride’s about to leave.” Hendery pats Johnny’s shoulder, and then points down the length of the table to a man you recognize as an NCT manager. A tipsy Jaehyun walks by, his fingers twisting in the neck of Johnny’s uniform, and he leans in to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, his fingers slipping down to get a better grip on Johnny’s uniform, and then he’s dragging Johnny out of his seat, pulling him away out the door with their manager before you can get another word in.

You look around then, somewhat dazed at being pulled back into non-Johnny reality, and also slightly buzzed from your drinks, and you realize that the room has emptied out around you, only a handful of people remain. Including Jiwon. She’s bright red and grinning from ear to ear, leaning on a man in costume.

You refuse to let her make any drunken mistakes tonight, so you make your way over, loop your arm around her waist. “Come on, fairy godmother, it’s midnight and we need to get home before the spell wears off.”

Jiwon moans and groans, reluctantly letting you lead her out of the party at last, taking her home to pass out on your sofa.

And it’s a bit later as you fall into bed fresh from your shower with all the makeup washed away now, as you look happily at the photos you’d taken with Jiwon and some selfies you’d snapped several times throughout the night, that you tragically remember that you never gave Johnny your name.

By tragedy or fate or something else against you in the universe, you don’t get to see Johnny again before your position in the company takes you overseas. Not long term, just for a month. But during that month you build a lot of experience toward achieving your dream of becoming a manager for a group, getting your hands almost within reach of that prized promotion. 

And as for your Cinderella moment, you try to put it out of your mind, just as you’re sure Johnny’s done. Over a month has passed since the Halloween party, and you doubt he even remembers the Cinderella he spent the night talking to. Even if he does remember, you feel that any chance has long since passed for you to find him and tell him it was you.

On your first day back within the building, you’ve barely made it inside before Jiwon finds you. 

You hear her slippers slapping against the ground as she runs toward you, and then she loops her arm through yours in a vice. “Come with me. We need to talk,” she whispers conspiratorially, dragging you into the elevator with her.

“I didn’t want to tell you this while you were away dealing with everything, but,” she says excitedly in a hushed voice so no one overhears, “As your self-designated fairy godmother, I thought I should definitely give you a little heads up. Johnny’s been looking for Cinderella.”

Your heart thuds in your chest. “What?”

“Everyone’s heard him asking around casually about who’d been Cinderella that night, but you sneaky thing!” She pinches your side. “How did you manage to go the whole night without telling anyone who you were?”

Had you? You’d definitely talked with several other staff members at the start of the night, including your supervisor. At least one of them must have recognized you, right? But looking back now, maybe you hadn’t talked in particular about anything that would have given away who you were, and you don’t remember any of them calling you by name or even acknowledging that you were in their department. 

You’re still trying to wrap your head around it when the elevator doors open, and Jiwon walks out, still arm-in-arm with you.

“Look, it’s even a company-wide kind of meme.” She points at a bulletin board nearby where normally notices about events and deadlines and everything are hung. But now there’s also a sheet of paper with the word WANTED at the top, a badly pixellated image of the Disney version of Cinderella beneath that, and below that LAST SEEN: SM HALLOWEEN PARTY. In tiny font beneath contact NCT Johnny if you have any information. 

“What the hell?” You look around to see if anyone else is looking, and then you step forward and tear it off the bulletin board. “What are people thinking? What if this shows up in the background of a video?” Idols pass through here semi-frequently with cameras on them for one reason or another. You can only imagine the chaos of fans reacting to such a notice as this Cinderella one.

Jiwon laughs as you crumple the sheet up and toss it in a nearby trashcan. “At this point, everyone’s started assuming Cinderella was just a random party-crasher or a ghost since she hasn’t come forward.” She pats your shoulder comfortingly. “One of the aespa girls almost confessed to him that it was her.”

A flare of jealous heat sparks to life in your belly. “Well, it definitely wasn’t!”

“Of course not! She was dressed like a princess too, but not anything remotely Cinderella-esque.” Someone walks into the elevator area, so Jiwon drops her voice to a whisper once more as she tries to urge you, “You should go tell him that you’re his Cinderella! It would be so cute!” 

“Are you kidding?” You hiss, glancing over at the man waiting for an elevator. “Look at me, Jiwon. He’d take one look and laugh that I couldn’t possibly be Cinderella. I don’t look anything like I did that night.” You gesture at the very casual outfit you’re wearing, your drastically less made-up face, and just everything about you. You’d truly experienced some kind of magical transformation that night courtesy of the woman beside you. “I couldn’t tell him. Plus, it’s been over a month. Is he really still looking for Cinderella? I’d have given up by this point, like you said, just thinking it was a random party-crasher or something. Plus, if this is like an actual Cinderella moment, it’s not like anything romantic can happen between him and I. It’s against policy.”

Jiwon shakes her head, disappointed. “You’re such a party pooper, darling. And, you’re right, this isn’t a fairytale, okay? I get that. It’s real life and there’s actual consequences, so I won’t blame you if you don’t tell him. But come on, the risk is well worth the reward here, I would think. This job or Johnny? The choice is obvious to me.”

Maybe once you would have agreed. Choosing the literal man of your dreams (because Johnny has been showing up in your dreams with some amount of frequency ever since Halloween) would have been an easy choice before you’d actually landed a position in SM Entertainment. Even then, it wouldn’t have been a crazy choice in your mind. But more recently things have changed.

“They’re promoting me.” You shake Jiwon loose so you can face her properly. “That’s what the whole point of me being overseas for the last month was. Training me up, seeing if I had the potential to really be a manager. And that’s my dream job, you know. I don’t think the risk is worth the reward in this case. But damn,” you sigh, catching sight of a screen showing a clip from one of NCT’s music videos, Johnny’s face filling the screen. “I wish it was possible.”

To give up your dream job just for the possibility of a romance with an idol seemed far-fetched and stupid. 

So you ignore the Cinderella search. It’s not like you ever even see Johnny, so it’s not a problem at all.

Until the day comes when you officially receive your promotion. 

“You’re being promoted,” your supervisor tells you, “NCT needs a new manager, and you’re best qualified for the job.”

Your stomach feels like it drops to the floor. “What?”

You’d been expecting that you were going to get to help manage a new group, or at least maybe aespa. You didn’t think they’d throw you to the wolves that was the confusing mess of NCT’s schedules. So it was a nightmare wrapped in a thin layer of a dream, and right at the heart of it all was Johnny Suh.

You were so nervous on your first day as a manager (because of course, you couldn’t manage one of the other units, you had to be assigned to 127) that Johnny would recognize you on the spot, call you out on being Cinderella, and make a scene. But you were equally as nervous that he wouldn’t recognize you at all.

The latter turned out to be the truer though not entirely accurate.

When you were introduced to the members, Johnny gave you a kind smile, and then said, “Hey, I recognize you.”

Your heart stopped and then started beating at what felt like double-time. “You do?”

He nods. “Yeah, you’ve worked with us before, right?”

Ah. Your heart rate slows back to normal. “Yeah, yes, I have. Just a few times.” 

Then he repeats your name back to you as if making sure that he’s got it right, and an hour later you’re still thinking about the way that your name sounds from his lips.

That feeling doesn’t pass, not for a while. 

Slowly you grow more comfortable and relaxed in your role a manager for the group. You get used to the stunning presence of the handsome men. You get used to the sound of Johnny’s voice and his laugh. You get used to driving the members around, shuttling them to and from schedules, getting them what they need, managing them and managing your feelings.

And best of all, you never hear Johnny mention Halloween or Cinderella, which makes it much easier to put it all from your mind. Well, somewhat easier. Jiwon refuses to let you forget; she calls herself your fairy godmother all the time, calls you princess, teases you when you mention stories that involve Johnny, which is most of them because within several weeks of you becoming a manager for the unit, you and Johnny have actually grown quite close.

“Oh, come on!” Jiwon exclaims one evening as she stretches out on your bed. “I’m tired of all of these cute, funny stories about Johnny! I want gushy romantic, hot stories.” She rolls over onto her stomach and looks at you. “God, let me tell you, one time when I was doing their makeup the stylist had to make an alteration on his pants, and that man whipped off his pants with no shame and stood there in his underwear for me to do his makeup. Babe, I know you’re already mentally going through hoops to avoid thinking about him, but trust me that you would reconsider if you had seen his--”

You slap your hand over her mouth. “Don’t.”

“No need to sound so pained about it.” She pushes your hand away. “I don’t know why you’re fighting this so hard. Yeah, you’re a manager, but you and him are fully grown adults. This is a stupid policy because from the stories you’ve told me, if you and Johnny were just alone for like an hour together, you would probably end up together.”

You roll your eyes. There have been times you’ve been alone with Johnny, driving him to or from a schedule. It wasn’t like there was undeniable sexual tension in that van or anything like that. And even if Jiwon means totally alone in a non-mobile setting, you doubt anything like that would happen, but you’ve never yet had the chance to find out.

When the first winter storm hits, you’re driving Taeyong back to the dorm from a solo schedule he’d had that had run long. It’s very late. Taeyong dozes in the passenger seat, you’re yawning every other minute, and as you enter the city limits you realize that it’s starting to snow large, fluffy flakes that are coating everything they touch.

The city’s been extremely cold lately, so you’re not surprised that the snow isn’t melting, just piling up, making it hard to see at times. 

By the time you reach the dorm, the roads are slushy and slick. Snow blows across the streets in waves.

Taeyong’s schedule had been a three-day event, so he has a few items to unload, and due to the sharp cold breeze and how deep asleep he’d been just moment before, you help Taeyong unload and carry his belongings up to the dorm. Your shoes squeak on the floor, and by the time you reach the door of the dorm, you’re both still shivering.

The door opens with a chime, and as you come inside, you see Johnny’s sitting at the kitchen table playing on his phone and eating cereal. Taeyong mumbles something, toes off his shoes, drops his bags, and just stumbles off to bed, too sleepy to even do anything else.

Johnny’s watching you as you let out a big yawn and sit what you’d been carrying down beside the rest. 

You run your fingers over your hair, brushing away the last snowflakes that cling somewhat intact to your hair. “It’s snowing pretty good out there. I haven’t seen snow like this in years.”

Johnny glances over at the large window of their living room. The puffs of snow float by, lit up by all the city lights, and he stands up, walking over to press his face to the glass, looking down at the street below and the rooftops around their building. Everything’s already covered in a pretty decent amount of snow. 

“It’s beautiful out there.” Johnny is pressed to the glass, looking out at everything. 

Before you can register what’s happening (it is very late and you’re half-asleep on your feet, so excuse you if you’re a little slow at the moment), Johnny’s walking back past you, grabbing his coat from the back of a chair with one hand, and taking your hand with the other. He guides you along by the hand down through the building, out into the falling snow. 

“What are we doing?” You ask, folding your arms around yourself as Johnny releases your hand once you’re outside. Shock at the situation kept you silent until then. “You shouldn’t be out here. You’ll catch a cold.”

Johnny laughs. “I’ll be fine. Come take my picture.” He walks out into the snow-covered street, tilting his head back to the sky, arms held out. The streetlight just down the road casts Johnny and the snow in a silver light, and he’s so beautiful in that moment that you’d be crazy not to take a photo, so you pull out your phone and start taking pictures of him. 

This photoshoot goes on for several minutes before you pause to check a photo you just took, and for your efforts of trying to be a good photographer, you get a snowball right to the shoulder. Johnny’s laugh is loud in the muted silence of the falling snow, and he only laughs louder when you shove your phone into your jacket pocket and duck down to form a snowball of your own.

The snow fight lasts until you’re both pink-cheeked, sniffling in the cold air, and neither of you can feel your fingertips anymore.

“I’m t-too cold to keep this g-going.” Johnny laughs and shivers, tucking his hands into his armpits as he walks toward you. 

“I - I should get going anyway.” Your teeth chatter together. “I still need to get home, and it’s late.”

“Come up for c-coffee,” Johnny suggests, his eyes lingering on you and the snow caught in your hair, wreathing your face. “You’re clearly tired and cold. You need some coffee.”

Damn your heart and Johnny’s good intentions. You follow him back up to the dorm, and while you shuck off your coat and wet shoes and damp socks, Johnny starts making you both some coffee. And minutes later, you’re still shivering as you clasp a warm mug between both of your hands, sitting next to Johnny while he swipes through your camera roll to check out the photos of him you’d just taken.

You know that you should leave. It’s not appropriate for you to just be hanging out at the dorm. You should put your coat and shoes back on, take the coffee to go, and head home so you can get some sleep before you have to work tomorrow. Just as you’re about to say something along those lines, your phone buzzes against the table and Johnny makes a soft, oh.

“What?” You lean closer, sitting the mug down on the table.

“It’s a weather alert.” Johnny looks up at you, and for a moment neither of you speak or move or breathe. You’re so close together right now. You can see all of the little water droplets stubbornly clinging to his eyelashes from the snow. You can smell the coffee on his breath and something a little sweet too. But then Johnny snaps his mouth closed and leans back a little, just putting some distance between you and him. 

He clears his throat, then says, “It says the roads are really bad, that it’s just going to get worse. You should probably just stay here tonight, and I feel like you’re going to argue with that, but honestly, it’s for your own safety. Roads are dangerous, plus you’re already cold and tired. That’s a bad combination. You’re just going to have to be back here in a few hours to pick us up anyway since hyung is gone.”

You’d forgotten about that. The manager that normally stays at the dorm with them is gone for the week. That’s why you had to be the one to take Taeyong to his solo schedule, and why you were going to have to be up earlier than normal for work tomorrow. Maybe Johnny has a good point.

Johnny looks away from you, back down at your phone, and he swipes away the notification, then makes a little frown. 

You look down as well, and there you see that your phone has gone back to the screen showing all of your photos, and there, just barely visible at the top of the screen, is a photo you’d taken of yourself in the Cinderella costume on the night of the Halloween party.

Johnny inhales and the silence as you wait for his exhale seems to last an eternity.

“You were--”

You push back from the table, already reaching to pull your shoes back onto your feet, forgetting entirely about your wet socks. “I’d really better leave.”

You’re halfway to the door, hopping on one foot, struggling to get your second foot into it’s boot, when Johnny loops his hand at your elbow, helping to steady you as you’d nearly just tipped over onto your face. 

“Please don’t leave.” He pleads.

You look up at him. Your foot thumps heavily down onto the ground. “Johnny.... please. I shouldn’t stay here, I could get in trouble with the company.”

His eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them before. “Please stay. It’s dangerous out there, I’ve said that already. If anyone has a problem with you staying here overnight for your own safety, then I’ll vouch for you. I’ll make the others vouch too.” His hand slides from your elbow down to your wrist, holding loosely now that you don’t seem to be in such a rush to leave. A slow, crooked smile appears on his lips. “And anyway, Cinderella, you’re supposed to leave a shoe behind, not your wet socks.”

You roll your eyes, but you smile as well. “I didn’t want to tell you.”

“That you’re the Cinderella I’ve been looking for for months now?” Johnny’s hand slips even lower on your wrist until his fingers are just clasping your hand. “Why didn’t you want to tell me? I had so much fun talking with you that night, and after we left I realized I hadn’t even found out who you were.”

You shiver now that your feet are back inside your wet shoes. 

Johnny clicks his tongue disapprovingly. “Take your shoes off. You’re staying. Go on. Sit right there.” He points at the chair beside the table. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare leave.”

His voice is so commanding, you wouldn’t dare leave now. He walks out of the kitchen, and when he returns a moment later, he’s carrying a change of clothes for you from his own closet. 

“I know it’s your job to worry about us,” he says, holding out the clothes to you. “But please let me take care of you too. Don’t catch a cold. You can go shower in the bathroom off my room, put these on. You’re staying here tonight.”

You nod, accepting the sweater and slick basketball shorts. 

When you emerge from the shower several minutes later, feeling much more thoroughly warmed, the lights in the dorm have all been turned off, but Johnny’s sitting on the sofa now with his phone lighting up his face. It’s very, very late. He looks as if he could nod off right there, but as you walk closer to him, he blinks up at you. A smile breaks across his otherwise sleepy expression.

“What?” You ask, sinking down onto the sofa with him. There’s a blanket draped over the back, and Johnny immediately pulls it down over your shoulders. You clasp the edges of it together in front of you. “Why are you smiling like that? Are you feeling feverish or something?” You lift a hand and immediately check his forehead with the back of your hand, but he doesn’t feel warm.

Johnny, still smiling, reaches up to lightly bat away your hand as he sighs and rests his head against the cushiony back of the sofa, staring at you. “No, like.... It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You gave them to me.” You reply, amused at the dopey look on his face. 

“I know.” Johnny whispers. “You just look really good in them.”

Your heart flutters in the way that you know you shouldn’t let it. This is Johnny. You’re his manager. This is inappropriate to be feeling this way about him. It’s definitely inappropriate to be sitting on a sofa in the dark with him, wearing his clothes, having just showered in his shower using his shampoo and body wash. But it feels good.

You lean your head against the sofa’s back too, draw your knees up toward your chest, and you look right back at Johnny in the same way he’s looking at you. You whisper, “You should go to bed. We all have to be up in a few hours.”

He bites his bottom lip and then stretches out a risky hand to touch yours. When you don’t pull away or tell him not to, Johnny keeps going, turning your hand over, pulling it into his lap. He touches your palm, caresses your fingers, treating you like you’re fragile and delicate like a little princess.

“Johnny,” you whisper a few moments later when he’s still just holding your hand, making no effort to go to bed. “Go.”

“There’s so much snow out there.” He says after another few seconds. “There’s no way that we’ll still have our schedules tomorrow. By the time morning really comes, we’re going to be buried in. I was looking at the weather while you were showering, and it’s not showing any sign of stopping before at least tomorrow night.”

“Banking on your schedule being cancelled doesn’t mean you don’t have to go to bed.” Your hand shakes slightly as you lift it, trembling with the risky nature of what you do next. Johnny’s hair is soft and his face is pleasantly warm as you push a few loose strands away from his face. 

Johnny exhales at the feel of your fingertips just barely brushing his skin. “Come to bed with me. Haechan’s not here. He’s upstairs tonight.”

You noticed that as you crept into Johnny’s room to use that bathroom. Both of the beds were empty. 

It’s tempting to give in, to follow him into that bedroom and let the door close behind you as you get into bed with him. You’re sure that sharing a bed with Johnny would be very warm and comforting in this snowy cold night. But you can’t. 

“Johnny.” Your voice trembles ever so slightly. “I can’t. I’m your manager, and it just.... I could get in trouble.”

“You’re still shivering from the cold,” he argues, “Basically hypothermic. I’m just trying to keep you healthy, trying to save you from freezing. No one would know but us. If the others ask questions, I’ll make excuses.” He smiles, and that almost does it for you.

You shake your head, close your eyes, turn your head away from him so you’re not faced with the temptation. “No. I’m serious. You should go to bed. I’ll stay right here. Just here.” You pat the sofa. “I’ll be comfy and this blanket’s warm.”

“Fine.” Johnny sighs, and he stands up, still holding your hand. “But don’t think that you can sneak out, Cinderella. Okay?”

You squeeze his hand lightly. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

He leans in so quickly that there’s no time for you to even protest before he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek. And then he’s gone, vanishing into his bedroom as you sit frozen on the sofa, looking after him.

It takes a long time to fall asleep after that. Just you lying there in the dark with the blanket tugged up to your chin, listening to all of the unfamiliar sounds of the dorm, watching the snow drift by outside the window, shivering in the chill air.

After nearly an hour of silence and cold and overthinking, you sit up, gather the blanket around your shoulders, and you tiptoe across the living room to the door of Johnny’s bedroom. 

When you reach the door, you stand there in hesitation, your knuckles hovering just inches from the door. You’re being silly. Ridiculous. You’re putting the future of your career in jeopardy by just standing here before his doorway and contemplating going inside. You shift your weight uncertainly, drop your hand to your side, consider turning back and walking to the sofa, but before you can move, the door swings open and you’re faced with Johnny’s chest.

You lift your gaze slowly to his face.

“I could almost hear you thinking through the door,” he says with a smile, and then he steps aside, “Why don’t you come in?”

“It’s just cold out there,” you mumble as you step inside, pulling your blanket tighter around your shoulders. “I was going to ask if you had another blanket.”

Johnny hums in a way that tells you that he doesn’t buy your lie one bit. He closes the door behind him, his back braced against it as he faces you. “I can’t believe that all this time you’ve been my Cinderella.” He shakes his head, gaze wandering over the shadowy shape of you.

His room is dark but your eyes are adjusted just enough that you can see him fairly well in the faint light coming in through the window. So you can see as he pushes away from the door, as he steps toward you. Your body tingles in anticipation, your fingertips go numb so you curl them into fists in your blanket, and Johnny stops right in front of you.

“It’s well past midnight, Cinderella,” he whispers. “The ball is ended, the magic spell is worn off, and you’re still just as beautiful and fascinating and enchanting as you were that night.” His hands come up to the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, fingers tucking underneath. Your grip on the blanket loosens even as Johnny starts to move the blanket.

It falls away, pooling at your feet.

“Johnny.”

His thumb brushes along your jawline. Your body feels on fire, your fingers burn with the desire to touch him too. So you do, curling your fingers at his hips, his skin warm under yours, and Johnny takes a shuffling step just a bit closer to you, his bare toes bumping against yours.

“Johnny,” you repeat his name, lifting your chin to look him in the eye. “Kiss me?”

He doesn’t wait for you to ask him again. Johnny leans in and catches your lips in a kiss. His palm rests against the side of your neck, his thumb still stroking at your jaw. When you try to press closer, to deepen the kiss, Johnny backs away.

“Don’t stop,” you whine, clenching your hands at his sides. 

Johnny chuckles, dipping forward to kiss your forehead. And then he kisses you again. He takes a step back, you follow, and another, and then he’s sinking down onto his bed, his hands moving to your hips to guide you to straddle his lap, not breaking the kiss as you do.

Making out with Johnny Suh is certainly not what you imagined you’d be doing tonight when you brought Taeyong home from his schedule, but here you are, sitting in his lap in his bed, his hands on your hips, and your mouth on his.

“Wait,” he mumbles, pulling back momentarily. “Let me put some music on or something.”

You don’t want to move from his lap, but you let him lean away, reaching back across his bed toward the pillows to grab his phone. He taps at the screen for a few moments, and then music—soft enough to not wake anyone but just loud enough to mask any sounds the two of you may make—begins to play over his Bluetooth speakers.

As Johnny sits back up, leaving his phone tucked beneath his pillow, you admire the sight of him. His abs. His chest. His arms.

You’ve seen Johnny shirtless before in dressing rooms, for photo shoots and video shoots. But seeing him like this, in the half light of his bedroom with the tingling reminder of his lips on yours, is a completely different experience.

Like a magnet, he finds you again. His mouth on yours, kiss unrestrained under the cover of the music, letting out tiny little moans as he kisses you. Each sound brings a smile to your lips, and after a few moments, you’re grinning into the kiss, twisting your fingers into his hair, and Johnny smiles as he fits his hands under your borrowed sweatshirt, his fingers chilly on your heated waist and belly.

His fingers shift higher and higher, and your breath hitches as he caressed your breast.

“Alright?” He murmurs, giving you a moment to answer while he kisses the corner of your mouth, skimming his lips over your jaw, down your throat.

You shiver, twisting your fingers a little more tightly in his hair, shifting just that much closer to him. You can feel every inch of him against you, your body burns and tingles, your heart racing in your chest.

“So good,” you moan softly, tugging lightly on his hair to bring his mouth back to yours.

Johnny smiles into the kiss, his thumb drifting attentively over your nipple. Slowly he eases backwards until he’s flat on his back and you lie against his chest, still just kissing him and yearning to feel his hands touching you everywhere, not just your breast. You shiver against him again, and Johnny is gentle as he rolls you under him, as he tugs the blankets up over your bodies.

“Still cold, Cinderella?” He teases, his nose bumping against your cheek.

You push a section of his hair back behind his ear, spend a few seconds lingering there, your thumb against his face. He’s so handsome, and you being here beneath him in his bed, it’s unreal. Like a dream. Like a fairytale Cinderella moment you never thought you’d have because he’s an SM Prince, and who are you? Hardly any better than a servant.

Johnny shifts to the side, looking down at you. “What are you thinking about? You’ve got that expression.” He lifts a finger and traces the furrow between your eyebrows.

“I’m just thinking how I don’t belong here.” You sigh, looking away to the window. Your hand is on his arm and you absentmindedly stroke over his sunflower tattoo, mirroring the movements of his thumb moving back and forth on your waist beneath the sweatshirt. 

Johnny’s lips touch against your throat, pulling a sigh from your lips, to which he asks, “What do you mean you don’t belong here? And don’t tell me again that it’s because you’re a manager.”

But that’s exactly why. 

“Stay here. With me.” Johnny withdraws his hand from beneath your sweatshirt. “If you feel like this is moving too fast, we can stop here. We can go to sleep. Just sleep.”

He moves back an inch or two, just as much as his narrow twin bed will allow, but you don’t want him to go far. You scoot closer again, still gripping his arm. Johnny smiles at that. You sink your head onto the pillow, look up at him. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Johnny brings his hand up, tracing his knuckles lightly along your cheek in a way that makes your heart pound and your toes and fingertips tingle in delight, in the need for reciprocation, to touch him and hold him too. But you bring your hands up to your chest, clench them into tight fists inside the sleeves of the sweater, will yourself to not touch him because if you do, you’re pretty sure you won’t be able to stop yourself from going further. 

“You promise you won’t run away after I close my eyes?” Johnny asks. 

“I promise.” You watch as Johnny stands up from the bed, and he hesitates then for a moment, looking down at you, his hands on his hips. You think, for a moment, that he’s about to tell you goodnight and sleep in Haechan’s bed instead. But he takes a deep breath, his thumbs tracing along the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“So, normally, I do sleep in my underwear. I get hot at night, so it’s just a lot more comfortable for me.” He explains, glancing away as he admits this. You have a feeling that he might actually normally sleep naked, but given that you’ve both agreed to draw the line at making out and some light touching tonight, being naked in bed with you might be a bit more than you wanted. 

You appreciate his unspoken question, a request for you to consent to him stripping to his underwear to sleep in bed with you. But it’s his bed, in his bedroom, in his apartment where you still feel you don’t entirely belong. You’re the intruder here. And besides--

“I like to sleep in my underwear too,” you tell him. “So it works out.” 

Beneath the blanket, you shimmy easily out of the silky basketball shorts Johnny had lent you, and as you drop them out over the side of the bed, you watch Johnny swallow, his throat bobbing even as he smiles a little. You watch too as his thumbs tuck under the waistband of his pants, and then he’s pushing them down, kicking them off, slipping back into the narrow bed with you.

You keep the sweater on, but the bare skin of your legs, from toe to hip feel so free beneath the sheets, and when Johnny’s knee knocks into yours, you feel it from the point of contact all the way through your body. You’re hyper-aware of him, more than you’ve ever been with anyone else probably.

And then you lift your leg a little, draping it over one of his so your knee rests between both of his. You prop yourself on your side a bit, a hand tucked under the pillow. Johnny faces you too.

“Goodnight, Cinderella,” he whispers. 

“Goodnight, Johnny.”

You don’t remember falling asleep. One moment you were listening to the music softly playing still from the speakers, to the even sound of Johnny breathing. And then you’re woken by the sound of your phone ringing while the sky outside is still a dim shade of gray.

Your phone’s in the pocket of the shorts on the floor, so you fumble around for a moment before finally fishing them out of the pocket. You stab at the button to answer the call, squinting against the brightness of the screen.

“Hello?” You mumble into the phone.

Johnny shifts beside you, his hand sliding over your belly where the sweatshirt has ridden up through the night. His thumb touches the lacy edge of your panties. You close your eyes and focus on breathing, on listening to whoever’s interrupted your sweet sleep so early in the morning. 

“I’ve got some good news.” It’s your boss, the one who makes all of the big calls. “Schedules are cancelled for the day, that’s the official news. The city’s snowed in, so you can stay home today.”

You can’t believe Johnny was right about that. You’ve never had a day where you heard of their schedules being cancelled because of the weather like this, but you accept it, thank him for calling to let you know, and when you end the call, you lie there in the silent darkness of the bedroom.

At some point in the night, the music has ended. It must be very early, with the sky still so dark outside the window, but even in the half-light you can still see snowflakes drifting by. 

Johnny’s fingers twitch on your belly, his pinky finger stroking along the top edge of your panties. You turn your head to look at him.

His eyes are still closed, but you can tell that he’s awake.

“Who was that?” He asks after a few moments, his voice soft and rough at the same time, drenched with sleep. 

“You were right. The day’s schedules are cancelled.” You lay your hand over his. You’re half-tempted to move it just because it’s driving you to distraction, but at the same time you don’t want him to stop touching you like this.

“Mm, perfect.” Johnny opens one eye to look at you. “Now we can just sleep for the rest of the morning. Stay in bed.”

You want that. There’s nothing you want more right now than to stay here in bed with Johnny. “I should probably go let the other boys know. Tell them to turn off their alarms. To stay inside today where it’s warm.”

The tip of his pinky makes it just beneath the edge of your panties. Your nipples are hard, and you’re glad you’re wearing the sweatshirt so he can’t tell how just this tiny touch is affecting you so greatly. But it’s something in the way he’s looking at you right then--his bottom lip caught beneath his teeth, his eyes on your parted lips--that tells you that somehow he already knows how aroused you are.

You almost close your thighs, squeeze your legs together to do something about that burning need rising between your legs. But your one leg is still draped over Johnny’s, your calf against his. And when you move it just a little, the friction of your skin against his has Johnny breathing more deeply.

There’s a buzz running under your skin, zipping through your veins, and in the moment you forget everything else but that feeling and Johnny making you feel it. 

Your hand covers his on your belly, and you apply just the lightest amount of pressure. His fingers slide so eagerly into your panties.

His breath sounds unsteady, and you’re sure yours does too.

“I’m gonna be so honest right now,” he tells you, his voice barely more than a breath. “I’m so hard, baby. The second you made that little whimper, shit, I felt lightheaded.” You don’t know what whimper he’s talking about, but you don’t care. His fingertips are edging lower and lower inside your panties and in a second he’ll be touching your clit and that’s all you want right now. You almost buck up into his touch.

You grip his wrist before he can, and Johnny freezes. “We don’t have any music,” you tell him. 

Johnny smiles. “Guess you’ll just have to try to keep quiet then, won’t you?”

“Guess you should kiss me again then.” You reply, and Johnny’s only too pleased to satisfy that request.

The moment his mouth is on yours, he’s dipping his fingers lower, his middle finger touching your clit, and he gasps lightly as he feels the heat of your wetness coating his fingers. You can’t believe you’re doing this with Johnny.

He rolls closer, and as he does you can feel his erection against your thigh. 

“You want me to finger you, baby?” His words flow over your lips, swallowed right down by your eagerness. You nod. “I want to hear you say it.”

A new wave of heat bursts in your belly at Johnny’s dominant tone. “I want your fingers, Johnny.” 

He smiles as he kisses you now, pressing his long middle finger inside you in a way that would have you loudly gasping except for his mouth sealed over yours. Johnny curls his finger just right, his palm smoothly moving against your clit as he thrusts his finger inside you, soon adding a second then a third. 

You’re openly panting and moaning into his mouth as he fucks you on his fingers. His other arm is wrapped around your back, bracing you against him as he works you quickly toward an orgasm. His erection is against your thigh, and occasionally you notice him grinding against you, thrusting forward to help with what he needs. But most of his attention is on you, making you feel good.

It’s still some time before dawn when Johnny brings you tumbling over the edge of your climax. Your thighs close around his arm, his fingers still pumping inside you, and you bite his tongue as you cum, and that just makes him moan. 

You’re still shaking from the ecstasy when you break the kiss to drop your head to his shoulder, your breath coming out in shaky puffs.

Johnny kisses your forehead, his damp fingers pull out, slipping out of your panties to rest against your thigh, the other hand strokes your lower back, a relaxing weight keeping you resting against him. You try to move a hand down, wanting to touch him too, but Johnny makes a noise.

“You don’t have to.” His damp fingers close around your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“You’re still hard.” You raise your knee a little so your thigh brushes against where his dick is still full in his underwear. 

His eyes flutter for a moment, his hips grinding forward. 

You lift a hand to touch his hair, tugging lightly to bring his lips to yours as you tilt your head back. “Let me make you feel good, too, Johnny.”

Johnny slides his body over yours smoothly, his body bracketed perfectly by your thighs. You tangle your arms behind his neck, kissing him like your life depends on it as he grinds against you through your panties. 

You can feel him very clearly now. Every inch of him. You wish he was inside you, stretching you wide open, filling you deeply with his length. You kiss him and trace all of those desires against his tongue. Your heart pounds with that desire, breath racing and your nails rake down his back as he picks a good rhythm. You’re going to cum again, you already know it.

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles into the kiss. “I wish I could cum inside you.”

“Then fuck me.” You gasp back. “Where are condoms?”

His lips slide from yours, over your jaw to your throat. He groans. “In the drawer over there.” But you can tell from the tightness in his voice, from the broken staccato beat of his movements that he’s close, that he probably won’t be able to hold back much longer. Why wait? Why risk putting a pause on this if it might just ruin his orgasm?

You shake your head, tangle your fingers in his hair, guide his lips back to yours. Next time. He can fuck you next time. Right now you just want him to cum; you want him to get you to cum a second time.

A hoarse groan builds in the back of his throat, and Johnny thrusts one last time before he freezes, his cock twitching in his underwear, right against you. You can feel the wet heat of him spreading through the material right against you, and you buck your hips up, chasing your own orgasm even if it means grinding against Johnny’s sensitive cock as he comes down from his high.

Johnny’s mouth feels so soft against yours when you kiss this time as your orgasm crashes through you. Lazy kisses, bodies intertwined. Johnny doesn’t move from between your thighs, just holding himself above you, kissing you slowly and softly.

Morning is breaking outside, though with the heavy winter weather, there’s not too much of a difference visually. 

Eventually Johnny moves away, his hand slides up under your sweatshirt, just touching your bare skin as you both tuck yourself against each other and catch your breath. 

It’s still early. You could roll over to fall back asleep, but even as you consider that, you know it’s too late, you’re already wide awake. Johnny knows it too, so after a handful of moments, he kisses you and then sits up.

“I’m going to shower.” He stands out of bed, tugging uncomfortably at his underwear. You can see the damp spot spread over the front of them, and you hide your smile in his pillow. You made him cum in his pants. It’s cute. You close your eyes and replay that moment, Johnny pressed against your like that, the way he’d moved, the way he’d sounded as he came.

When you open your eyes again, he’s gone. The bathroom door is closed, only a thin sliver of light beneath it and the gentle patter of the shower turning on indicating that Johnny’s behind it.

The dorm is still thick with the sound of sleep, so you’re quiet as you redress and creep out of Johnny’s room. You stand to look out the window in the living room. The world outside is covered in thick snow that continues to fall. Your breath fogs the glass.  

Taeyong’s the first one up, stumbling out of his room in just shorts and a tshirt, shivering as he walks into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water, and when he turns around, he spots you and nearly drops the glass. He swears viciously before realizing it’s you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He covers his mouth. “Did you stay here last night?”

You nod. “The weather got worse and I was really tired, so Johnny insisted that I stay.” Taeyong makes a face that you can’t quite decipher before he hides it. “Your schedules are cancelled for the day, by the way. We’re snowed in.”

Taeyong nods. “In that case, I’m going back to bed.” He disappears back into his bedroom, and once more the dorm falls silent.

A shiver works its way down your spine as you yawn. You’re so tired, but you know you can’t go back to sleep, so you go make yourself a strong cup of coffee, watch the snow and think. You think about how what you did with Johnny was a mistake--it was great and you loved it and you can’t truly bring yourself to regret it, but it was a mistake nonetheless because if it gets out, if this becomes serious or ends badly, then it will reflect horribly on your career, and all of your dreams will be flushed away. 

You want Johnny. You love the way he makes you feel. But you know that you shouldn’t indulge. 

And for the next several minutes you sway back and forth on that dangerous line of thought--you want him, but you shouldn’t want him. Maybe you should just leave today, go home, and the next time you see him pretend that the events of last night and this morning never happened. Maybe he’ll forget you’re the Cinderella he spent months searching for.; maybe that was all just a fun game for him anyway, and he’ll lose interest now that he’s found you.

By the time the coffee finishes brewing, you hear the sound of movement in Johnny’s room as he leaves the shower. You pour yourself a mug, another one for him, and then you knock carefully (to not spill the coffees) on his door before opening it.

Johnny’s sitting in bed again, but when he sees you, he sits up and runs his fingers through his hair. 

“Feel better?” you ask him, standing there beside his bed as you offer him one of the coffees. He nods and sips at his coffee, and you look over at the window again, at the steadily falling snow. "I guess I still need to figure out some way to get home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Johnny murmurs into his coffee. “You can stay here. Stay right here.” He lifts his face out of his mug just long enough to grab your hand and pull you down to sit on his bed. He doesn’t let go of your hand.

You say his name in a warning tone, but it just makes him smile. 

“What?” His thumb rubs gently over your knuckles. “Cinderella kept running away from the Prince because she was scared of her stepmother and stepsisters, right? Well, the Prince found her and they lived happily ever after. I like you. I liked you before I knew you were my Cinderella from Halloween. Finding that out last night or this morning or whatever, that’s just a bonus. I like you in case what we did earlier didn’t make that obvious, and if you like me too, well we can find a way to be together even if our wicked company tries their best to keep it from happening.”

You feel very warm all of a sudden, possibly its the coffee or the bulky sweater Johnny had let you borrow, or it could very well be that he’s confessing to you. Confessing in such a cheesy manner, too. He has feelings for you. For you, not for the Cinderella fantasy version of you. 

You push the sleeves of the sweater up your arms, trying to cool down some.

“Johnny.” You know that nothing good can come of what he’s suggesting.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he says softly. “Don’t say it like it’s a no. Don’t say it like you want me but you can’t. We already started down this path, so don’t turn your back on this, please. Say my name like you agree with me, like you like me too.” 

“Johnny.” This time you put your longing for him behind those two syllables. You try your best to make it sound like a yes. 

You want Johnny. You want this to work. And if he believes in it, then you want to too. But you won’t let this affect your dream. You’ll have Johnny and you’ll have your dream job too. You can figure it out as you go.

Johnny grins. “Yeah, that sounds much better.” He takes a drink of his coffee again, watching you over the lip of the mug, then says, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“Coffee is hardly breakfast, Johnny. Please tell me that you know that.” You groan, prying the coffee mug out of his hands.

He shrugs and grins, watching as you sit his mug and your own on his bedside table. And then he reaches for you, pulling you into his lap so you’re face-to-face. Johnny kisses you slowly, deeply, and when he pulls away, he murmurs, “All I know for now is that you’re my mysterious Cinderella, you’re wearing my sweater, I can still smell you in my sheets, and we have no plans for the rest of the day. If you’d like, I’d love to make you cum again.”

Oh God, you think to yourself, what have you gotten yourself into?

a/n: so months and months ago back when I was accepting requests based off a prompt list, someone sent me a prompt for Johnny to use both “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” and “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.” and thus this was born

I wouldn’t have taken so long to write this, and I’m really really sorry to the original requester (especially since I know I’ve messaged them and let them know it would take a while, but damn I don’t think either of us thought it would take this long, and I checked and they haven’t been active on their blog in a while, so now I feel bad) but I got distracted with writing the next part of the poly series (which was Adore You) and then forgot about this for a brief time, and then once I remembered I was deep into working on the poly finale, so I had to focus on it. But now I’ve finished that! And I’ve finished this too, so if the original requester is still around and sees this then I’m sorry it took so long please forgive me! I would tag them, but I’m not entirely sure if they wanted to be tagged in this or not!

[outerbankies]

LITTLE BLURB YES PLS!

only since you said please!

(disclaimer: this takes place during part 5 but in this version they went to topper’s, not griffin’s after midsummers. don't put too much stock into any of this—esp john b's appearance at the end—it's not important for the plot at the end of part 5, promise. just a scene i liked before i kinda changed the direction of the end of the part and had to delete stuff + rework some logistics.)

new light blurb: afterglow — rafe cameron

warnings: drinking, swearing, mentions of sex (minors dni)

“Times’it?” Rafe asks from his spot on your chest, his morning voice cracking from misuse and sending vibrations through your entire torso. “Hm?” You mumble, blindly running a hand through his hair. Your sleep-addled mind could still make out that your boyfriend smelled like chlorine.

“Time?” he reiterates.

You hum noncommittally, cracking just one eye open to search for your phone in the sheets. You can’t resist scratching a hand across his abs as you do, giggling when the muscles jump at your touch. You finally find your phone under your hip, only to discover a black screen when you try to power it on. “It’s dead.” “What would you do without me?” he chides, rolling over out of your hold to check his phone on the night stand, stopping his army crawl up the bed to give you a peck as he goes. He pulls his phone off of his charger. “Damn.” “What time is it?” You plaster yourself to his back, burrowing your face into the back of his warm neck and placing a kiss there. “Nearly noon, party girl,” he coos, plugging your phone in for you when you hand it to him and turning back over. You fall onto his chest, humming when he runs a hand through your hair. “We have to meet my sister and her boyfriend in an hour.” “Tell them to pick us up,” you whine. “And bring us coffee.” “Top said he had coffee delivered earlier. It’s in the kitchen,” he says, scrolling through the missed notifications on his phone. You hold your hand out for it, opening his Snapchat camera to check your appearance once he gives it to you. You gasp. “Oh god, I slept with my makeup on,” you groan, seeing your mascara had gathered in smears and bits under your eyes. You send a snapchat to Topper, typing out ‘please tell me you have makeup wipes.’ Rafe snatches his phone back out of your hand, saving the photo to his camera roll before he sends it for you, laughing maniacally as you whine. “I look like a panda.” “Mm,” he murmurs, setting his phone back down on the nightstand and snuggling down into the covers, arms circling in a vice grip around your waist. He assesses you one more time before letting his eyes shut again, pressing a long kiss to your forehead then resting his cheek against it. “Or maybe a raccoon. A cute one though.” “Nice save.” “I try,” he murmurs, cracking his eyes back open, looking down at you again, leaving it up to you to make that last move. You do, thumb on his chin angling him down at a good angle for you to kiss him. Rafe makes a pleased noise into your mouth, already shifting to lay on top of you, the arm that’s not holding his weight over you sliding under your back, fingers skimming underneath the back of your shirt—his shirt. There’s a knock on your door, a worse for wear looking Topper Thornton appearing in the doorway. “Hey, watch it bro,” Rafe admonishes, shifting off of you and making sure the duvet is covering you. “She’s not dressed.” “Chill, Rafe.” “Sorry, Y/n/n,” Topper says, but you just wave him off. He staggers into the room with a packet of makeup wipes, handing them off to you then promptly flopping down at the foot of the bed after you pat it, not unlike how you summon Wilbur. “I’d say I died and came back to life, but I think I just died.” “Me too, bud,” you sigh, started to scrape as much makeup as you can off your face. “Top, these are bougie.” “Did Blythe leave them here?” Rafe teases. Topper wouldn’t stop talking about this girl from his school that came to visit him a few weeks ago, and Rafe kept ribbing him for it every chance he could. “They’re my mom’s,” Topper mumbles, face down in the bed. “Fuck you.” “Down bad. Where’s Kelce?” “Last I knew, passed out in the tub down the hall.” Rafe laughs, pulling you closer to him, still making sure the covers are up to your waist. He pulls your shirt closer together where the buttons were undone. “Topper, close your eyes. I’m getting out of bed.” “I don’t think I could open them if I wanted to.” “She told you to close them,” Rafe says, kicking him from under the covers. “Ugh, you two make me sick,” he mutters, still moving to cover his eyes with his hand. “There.” “Thanks bestie,” you say, hopping out of bed to throw away your used makeup wipe. You hear a crash from down the hall as you settle back into bed. “Is that Kelce?” Rafe asks. “Kelce is dead,” a voice says from the doorway. Kelce is wearing sunglasses, his pink suit jacket from

Midsummers still on, but not much else underneath. “I am a new person. One that is never drinking again.” “Wait,” Topper says, resting up on his forearms suddenly, looking down at the covers under him, then to Rafe, shirtless, and you, wearing his dress shirt. Your dress, probably still damp from the night before, hangs over the shower rod in the en suite. “Please don’t tell me you guys had sex in my guest bed.” You blush, immediately denying it. “No, of course—” “Might wanna tip your maids extra,” Rafe cuts you off, laughing when you hide under the covers. He stops when you kick him in the shin. Topper fake wretches, making Kelce actually wretch before he runs down the hall. —

You’re whining about the bruise Rafe left on your hip, which your yellow bikini bottom strap so conveniently dug into, when John B steers the Druthers up to Topper’s dock. Rafe hops on first, helping you after him, tugging your t-shirt—which was actually his undershirt from last night—down further for you, even though it’s already brushing the tops of your thighs. He can’t resist the urge to press on the bruise with his thumb, grinning when you suck in air through your teeth. “You’ll be fine. Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” You push him away from your ear, trying to suppress a shiver. You can’t even remember if it was from his hand or his mouth. “Sarah!” you greet, leaving Rafe to follow behind you. It isn’t long before he’s smacking John B’s hands away from the steer, taking his rightful spot. He looks silly wearing one of Topper’s shirts, stretched a bit too tightly around his bigger build, the hemline falling a bit too high on his stomach. You’d offered to wear it instead so he could have his own shirt back; he didn’t take kindly to it, huffing and forcing Topper’s shirt over his shoulders. You even think you heard a seem rip. “Hey, Y/n,” Sarah says, hugging you and offering you a White Claw. You politely decline and she giggles. “Rough night?” You just shake your head, settling into Rafe’s side where he’s driving the boat. John B keeps trying to touch things and Rafe smacks his hands away, every single time. “Be nice, Rafe.” “Ooh,” John B says in delight, and Rafe just shakes his head. “Am I making you look bad in front of your girl, Cameron?” You open your mouth to say something, comment on how their relationship had evolved since high school. But Rafe’s admittance of his insecurities last night was still fresh in your mind, and you didn’t want to stir anything back up. You just lean further into his side, squeezing him around the waist. “Watch it, Routledge,” he says, smacking John B in the back of his head. “I’m still your girlfriend’s big brother.”

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tags: @moniamaybank @downbytheouterbanks @littlementalpolaroids @fangirlvoice @chicagoblackhawkslover96 @amourtentiaa @loveylangdon @oopsiedoopsie23

[narutogwriting]

Ruin the Friendship

⋇✦ Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

⋇✦ Genre: angst; fluff; oneshot

⋇✦ CW: none

⋇✦ Length: 2.5k+

⋇✦ @gaarasandpit just a angst/fluff naruto x reader request if you’re up for it 🥰 maybe where the reader and him are somewhat close friends and he notices she’s drifting from him because her feelings get in the way? he’s oblivious and hurt about it then confrontation happens ending up in a good old love confession

“Cmon! Open up!” Naruto called from outside your house, pounding on the door like he had been incessantly for the past five minutes. “I know you’re in there!”

He did not, in fact, know whether or not you were in there, but he couldn’t imagine where else you would be.

All week you’d been missing; Naruto couldn’t find you anywhere. Sometimes he would see the flick of your hair from the corner of his eye or his ears would pick up the sound of your laugh, but by the time he turned to find you, you’d be gone.

Your absence in Naruto’s life wasn’t something of a minor inconvenience; it was a constant pain, as if he was missing a part of his own body. Iruka had joked that Naruto missing you was akin to that of a phantom limb, like there was something of him that should be there and it wasn’t and he ached because of it.

“No, Naruto. We haven’t seen her,” Shikamaru shrugged. Ino nodded her agreement.

“Sorry. Maybe she’s on a mission or something.

Naruto frowned, sighing in frustration. “Alright, well, thanks.” He muttered before he sulked off. Shikamaru and Ino watched him go, waiting until he disappeared before Ino gave you a kick under the table.

“Ow!” you whined as you crawled out from underneath, rubbing your shoulder.

Ino rolled her eyes at you. “You’re lucky Naruto’s an idiot, or he definitely would have seen you.” She told you as you slid yourself down into the seat next to her. “Remind me: why are you avoiding him again?”

Propping your elbows on the table, you rested your head in your hands as you gave a forlorn sigh. That was a loaded question. You were avoiding Naruto because the absolute worse thing that could ever occur had happened.

You’d fallen in love with the idiot blond.

And how could you not? You’d been best friends with Naruto for the longest time. He was a constant in your life, always at your side. It was rare that one of you was seen without the other.

There was no one in the entire world that could make you smile or laugh the way that he could. Whenever you were sad or hurt, he always had the words to make it all better. Naruto had the type of smile that could save people, and you were no exception. There wasn’t a person in the world that could meet someone with a heart like Naruto’s and not walk away changed.

It had been a slow thing, a soft, unsure growing. It wasn’t a feeling you’d recognized at all once, because you always loved Naruto.

It wasn’t totally strange for you to get excited when you saw him or miss him when he was gone. It wasn’t unusual to think about him before you went to sleep.

But when you began to wake up and your first thought was, “my god he’s beautiful” when you looked at the picture of the two of you on your night stand, that was a little strange. You never used to spend extra time in the morning doing your makeup when you knew you were going to see him soon.

And you never used to blush when he smiled at you. Even you could tell you laughed a little too hard when he said something even remotely funny.

It was one day when the two of you were taking a walk that it happened. He was telling you a story, his motions large and exaggerated. Of course, he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. As he turned to you, arms raised high over his head, his foot hit a rock. Naruto went sprawling to the floor, rolling across the ground and landing flat on his back.

You burst out laughing at the scene, hurrying to kneel at his side. “Are you okay!?” You asked him between giggles.

Naruto’s face was bright red with embarrassment as he laid on the floor. He looked up at you, smiling sheepishly. “Oops…”

It was such a simple thing, but you’d looked at Naruto and thought, “I love him so much.”

Nothing had ever startled you more.

Of course you loved Naruto; that was a given. It was never anything that needed to be thought or said. It was just a fact. But as soon as you had thought the words, you knew that it was different this time. You didn’t just love Naruto.

You were in love with him.

You’d hoped that the feelings would fade. Maybe it was just a fluke or a passing crush. Day in and day out, you waited for your feelings to go back to normal, but now that you’d acknowledged them, they only seemed to grow stronger. It got to the point where you couldn’t even look at naruto without turning into a blushing mess. It was pathetic.

So you’d decided there was only one reasonable solution: you would have to avoid him for as long as it took for the feelings to go away.

And of course you didn’t want to stay away from him. Being with him was as natural as breathing. But the way you saw it, if he found out about your feelings, your friendship could be ruined forever. This way, you could take some space, move on, and resume your friendship like nothing happened.

But Naruto wasn’t making that easy.

You hadn’t realized just how much time you and Naruto spent together until you were trying to distance yourself from him. He was everywhere. Every meal, every free moment, he was by your side or trying to be at least.

“Wanna go eat?” “Wanna go train with me?” “Let’s watch a movie!” “I heard there’s gonna be a festival in the next town over!”

You couldn’t get away from him. So this past week, you’d taken to hiding from him every time you saw him, deciding it was easiest to just avoid him completely. In all honesty, you couldn’t believe just how much time and effort Naruto was putting in to trying to find you.

But of course he was putting in effort. Because you were his best friend and he couldn’t understand it; where you’d gone or why you weren’t talking to him. Had he done something wrong? Were you mad at him or something? Your absence in Naruto’s life was drawing out every insecurity he hadn’t even realized he still had. He was worried, drowning in anxiety.

What if you’d decided you didn’t want to be his friend anymore? Maybe you were annoyed with him, found him to be too much. When you and Naruto had first become friends, he thought it was too good to be true. There was no way that someone as nice and pretty and cool as you would want to be friends with him. No one had ever wanted to be his friend before.

But there you were with your sweet smile and calming presence. You had accepted Naruto, every piece of him, without question or reservation. You meant everything to him, so the thought of losing you had sent Naruto into a panic.

You’d managed to avoid Naruto for a full week and a half. The past three days, as far as you knew, he hadn’t even made an effort to find you. It was a relief and heartbreaking all at once. You needed your space, but it hurt to think that maybe Naruto didn’t miss you at all anymore.

These were the thoughts racing through your head when you crawled into bed that night. You doubted you’d be getting much sleep; you’d barely gotten any since you had started avoiding Naruto.

Pulling the covers over yourself, you closed your eyes and tried to get comfortable. It seemed like hours you laid there awake before tiredness finally started to drift over you. You could feel yourself slowly dozing off to sleep when a sudden loud noise startled you awake. Sitting up quickly, your eyes darted to the window where the noise had come from.

Naruto had forcefully pried open the window, shoving himself not-so-gracefully through the opening and crashing onto the floor.

He quickly jumped to his feet, rubbing his head with a small wince before his eyes landed on you, widening slightly.

“Ah ha! I got you!” He shouted victoriously, pointing his finger in your direction. “You can’t hide from me anymore, believe it!”

God, he was too cute for words and that was exactly the problem. Your heart practically burst just looking at him as he appeared so accomplished and excited.

But the triumphant look on his face slowly vanished as he stared at you. When he spoke, his voice came out quietly, dripping with dejection. “Where have you been?”

Quietness settled over the room as the two of you stared at each other. Naruto made no move to get closer to you, and you likewise stayed strapped in your seat. “I’m sorry…” You offered weakly, unsure of what else to say.

“Don’t be sorry!” Naruto snapped, anger quickly replacing his despaired features. “Tell me why! What the hell? You think you can just avoid a guy? Cut me off like I’m nothing to you!?” He was trembling, his usual happy grin twisted into a broken grimace so despondent it took you off guard. You had caused that hurt that Naruto was feeling. The thought made you sick.

“If you don’t want to be my friend anymore, at least say something!” Naruto spat. “Don’t just run from me like a coward! If you have something to say, say it to my face!”

There was a harsh edge to Naruto’s voice that he never used with you before. Not in all of your years of friendship. You realized suddenly just how badly you’d hurt Naruto by avoiding him. It wasn’t something you’d considered; you’d only wanted some space so you could get back to normal with him.

But you saw it clearly now, the damage that you had done. Suddenly, in this moment, he was the lonely, isolated child that he had been before you met, feeling alone and abandoned in the world. And this time, it was because of you.

The regret was like bile on your tongue, and you wished fiercely that you could take back the past week and do it differently. You couldn’t stand the thought that it was you who had caused this damage to your best friend, the guy you loved so much.

You didn’t have any words to fix it. All you had was the truth.

“I love you.”

The words slipped from your mouth before you could pull them back in. And once they were out, they couldn’t be taken back.

Confusion quickly settled on Naruto’s face. It was as if you could see the anger dissipate from his body. He stared at you, mouth slightly agape, while he tried to process what you’d just said. “You… What?”

Turning bright red, you pulled the blanket back over your head in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you’d just said that! Now there would never be any going back to the way that things were, but you had to tell him. You couldn’t just let him think that you were cutting him off without reason.

“I said I love you…” You muttered from under the blanket. “I’m in love with you, Naruto. I have been for a while now, and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. So I thought if I just took some space and didn’t see you for a while, then maybe I would get over it, and then we could just keep things the way they were…”

It was much easier to get the words out when you were under the blanket and couldn’t see him, but you were still nauseous with anxiety as you told him how you felt. Your heart was steeling itself for rejection as you waited for his response.

The only noise was shuffling as Naruto came to your bed. You could feel the indent as he sat down next to you. He grabbed your blanket, slowly peeling it off of you and despite your reluctance, you let him.

You didn’t look at him as you pushed yourself back up into a sitting position. You’d never been so embarrassed before.

“Did it work?” He asked you quietly.

Fidgeting with the hem of your night shirt, you mumbled, “Did what work?”

“Are you over me?”

The question took you off guard, lingering between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but flicker your eyes to his. He was staring earnestly at you with those wide blue eyes you loved so much. You wanted to lie to him but you just couldn’t.

“No.”

Naruto’s focused expression stretched into a wide grin as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to him. You were too startled to respond, so you just stared at him, confused, instead.

“You scared me!” Naruto laughed happily as he rested his cheek against your head. “I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore! You didn’t have to completely avoid me, ya know.”

There was a mix of relief and disappointment at his reaction. So, he wasn’t weirded out about your confession? Things didn’t have to change. The two of you could stay ‘just friends.’

“So, we’re okay?” You asked him nervously. “We’re still friends?”

Naruto gave a puzzled hum as he pulled away from the hug to stare at you. He raised his eyebrow as he studied you for a moment. You could almost see the light bulb go off above his head as he realized.

“Oh!” He laughed, grinning sheepishly and rubbing his neck. “I guess I forgot to tell you it back, huh? I thought it was obvious! I love you too, believe it!”

You blinked as he giggled embarrassedly, that signature smile of his on his lips. “Naruto!” You snapped at him, lunging and knocking you both off the bed. He landed on his back with you on top of him as you rubbed your fist into his head. “You dummy!”

“Hey! Cut it out!” Naruto whined, squirming under your touch. “Is that any way to treat your boyfriend!?”

The question was enough to make you stop, your mouth frozen in a surprised “o” shape, just like he hoped. He laughed, sitting up and holding you to him before he placed a happy kiss to your cheek, making your face flush over red.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, looking at him as it finally sunk in what he said. He loved you too. He called himself your boyfriend. “Is that your way of asking me?” You questioned.

Naruto nodded earnestly. “And my way to get you to stop giving me a noogie! It’s a win win! Well, if you say yes, that is…”

Shaking your head, you laughed as your whole body softened in relief. Your arms slipped around his neck as you hugged him tightly. “Yes, obviously!” You told him. “Yes! I love you.” Naruto hugged you back just as fiercely. When he finally pulled away, he didn’t hesitate. His hand reached up to cup your cheek as he leaned forward, pressing a sweet, soft kiss to your lips.

Well, you guessed your friendship was officially ruined. But suddenly, you didn’t mind so much.

[crazylilmonster]

Begonia Part 1

Disclamer: This story contains sexual themes as well as violence and alcohol and drug usage. If you can’t handle such themes or you are under 18 I advise you not to interact with it. Because I’m aware that no matter how many disclaimers put some minors are still going to ignore it and interact I strongly advise you to not repeat any acts mentioned in the story and practice safe sex which will not be shown in this story.

Masterlist

Begonia Masterlist

“That’s it for the day.” Mikey said as he leaned back on his chair at the head of the table with a sigh. “I’ll see you tonight in the club.”

Most of the members on the table started picking up their shit and leaving the room in a hurry after a long meeting. My throat was itching already from suppressing all the coughs that were threatening to reveal my condition.

“(Y/N) stay for a minute.” The way my name rolled of Mikey’s tongue made me feel shivers running down my spine.

I should have booked it for the door the second he dismissed us like I always do but all other guys just had to block my escape. Now that I was alone with Mikey it made me nervous.

“Can you do me a favor?” He asked, pleading look evident in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“I should show up with a date considering we are meeting the neighboring gang you know? Could you find me someone that won’t tell anyone about what we’ll talk about? She just needs to sit still and look pretty, can you do that?” I clenched my fist behind my back.

“Hannah fits the description.” I said.

“Good idea, umm…” He looked embarrassed. “I don’t think I have her number, do you have it?” I noticed a hint of blush on his face.

With a sigh I reached into my bag where I found a pen. I took a hold of Mikey’s arm and wrote out the number I had in a little notebook where I kept to me unimportant numbers that didn’t make the cut to be saved in my phone. While I was writing the number I felt those familiar sparks on the tips of my fingers which made my heart beat a bit faster than usual.

“You should be able to wash this off with some soap and water.” I put my notebook and pen back in my bag. “I should get going now… see you tonight.” I gave him a small smile as I exited the room leaning on the wall next to the door coughing out a few smaller begonia flowers and fallen petals mixed with blood into my palm.

I rushed to the bathroom while hiding my hand behind my back. When I made it to the first toilet I started vomiting out a mixture of begonia flowers, petals and blood. Fuck… “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” I heard familiar voice, which belongs to no one else but Takemichi Hanagaki, cry baby hero.

“Yeah…, I’m fine just a little sick I guess.” I mumbled.

“Will you go to the club tonight then?” He asked. “Should I tell Mikey?”

“No… I’m fine, I’ll sleep it off and be as good as knew.” I flushed the toilet cleaning up blood off my face and exiting the bathroom stall. “See you tonight Takemichi.” I patted his shoulder and left the bathroom.

~☆~☆~☆~

Like planed all so called important members of Toman met up in front of the building, which was a five minute walk from the club where we had a meeting or a good time. Because tonight we had a special guest I decided to go a bit harder on the makeup and the clothes I was going to wear.

A skin tight silver dress that came to my mid-thigh, exposing my cleavage to an inappropriate extent with nothing but thin straps keeping my chest from being exposed and all that tied up with a low cut on the back. I kept the make up in the nude section with a bit of sparkle on the eyes, eyeliner and mascara. My lips were colored with a darker shade of a nude lipstick and not to forget high heels which were matching my dress in color.

I was never scared that I would be touched or even looked at inappropriately. After all I had all of the Toman’s most dangerous men to watch over me. Some of them had date’s some of them were going alone and I jumped form the one dateless man to the other like a slut.

But tonight was a bit different, no one dared to bring a date just I case because of the important work that we were going to discuss tonight. Well except for Mikey who is known to be a man whore, keeping his bed warm every night with a different woman rarely doing any of them twice or longer than a week.

As I left the cab I was met with ten men that were assembling in front of our main building waiting for the rest of the division captains to show up. Their backs were facing me so no one has noticed me yet. “Evening boys…” I made my appearance known which made most of Toman’s division captains turn their stares towards me. Their eyes widened some more than others but noticeably wider than usual. “What? Did you see a ghost or something?”

I made my way next to Draken gently wrapping my arm around his. He was the man I felt to most safe with after all so it wasn’t unusual to see us together.

“Whoa… Is that who I think it is?” Mikey mocked.

“What I wear a dress and I’m a different person?”

“No… It’s just that I usually see you in sweatpants while running on two hours of sleep and three shots of espresso.” He smirked. “By the way…” He grabbed a hold of my wrist pulling me closer to him. “I’ll be your date for the night so you shouldn’t cling to any other men yeah?” He winked at me.

“What about Hannah?”

“Let’s just say she couldn’t make it.” He showed me his hand where I wrote her number earlier but it was gone. “Shall we?” He offered me his hand like any gentleman would which I took.

Like usual it took us five minutes to get to the club where a massive line was already formed. Behind the black rope barrier stood many people in one line trying to get in showing their ID’s and paying for the entrance. Right next to it was a red rope barrier which was for the VIP’s aka us.

Mikey led me to the line for the VIP and stopping next to a dark skinned man that had muscles for days and the aura of a hungry grizzly bear, who was also practically a marshmallow on the inside.

“Mikey!” He smiled raising his tone just a bit. “Oh?” His look stopped on me. “Is that (Y/N) I see? Damn momma.” He laughed. “Lookin’ like a million bucks over here!”

“Hello to you too Jonny.” I smiled back.

“Listen folks before yall go in hear me out yeah?” His expression turned serious. “This dude came in some time ago, I’ve never seen his name on the list but now here it was. Wait a second let me check.” He lowered his sunglasses which were just an intimidating effect to hide his kind eyes while scanning over the names. “Here he is. Tetta Kisaki, I’m tellin’ yall he’s bad news; the whole vibe got me this uneasy feelin’ ya know what I mean.”

“Kisaki…” I whispered as I eyed Mikey who clenched his fist. Jonny was right, Kisaki was really bad news. Now he will be in the same room with us. But I can’t worry about that now. “It’s fine…” I rubbed gently Mikey’s fist to try to calm him down. “Baji and Fuyu will keep an eye on him yeah?”

“We got it.” Baji confirmed.

I noticed Mikey relaxing just a bit. “Good idea.” He sighed. “See ya later Jonny.” Mikey added as he was about to go in Jonny stopped both of us.

“Ya know what ya gotta do yeah?” Jonny asked while staring at me over his sunglasses.

“I know, don’t worry about it.” I patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.

“Repeat it.”

I sighed. “Don’t take any drinks from strangers no matter how hot they are or how kind they seem, never leave the side of one of the boys especially if wearing revealing or sexy clothes, don’t let your drink leave your sight and try to drink it as soon as it’s made by the bartender who I have to watch while making my drink. Did I forget something?”

“Ya did baby… Do not go home with any man which ya do not know, leave through the same door ya entered the club and lastly never ever drink and drive, get a cab instead.” He eyed me up and down. “Ya can go in now baby…” He patted the top of my head before removing the rope letting us in.

“Does he do that every time?” Mikey whispers into my ear.

“Every time…”

Mikey made that face that I knew all too well. It was one of those faces he made when he acknowledged something or was impressed. He made the similar face when he saw Takemichi stand up to that idiot who dared to hurt Draken.

We made our way to one of the VIP lounges, the kind with red couches and expensive drinks. The man who we were supposed to meet already sat there with some of his men. Their staring did make me uncomfortable a bit but I kept myself close to Mikey doing what he wanted Hannah to do. Sit still, look pretty, without making a sound or any type of reaction while they talked.

“Do you think that’s possible?” Mikey turned his attention to me. They were discussing something about finding the information about the neighboring gang or Kisaki's gang which was messing up jobs of thise fine gentelmen.

What they needed me for is to get into their system and find out whatever they were planning on doing or did in the past. When I say system I mean the phones of the members. Valhalla was a nasty gang to mess with. Kisaki was a special threat.

“I need to plant a bug or something on one of their phones. Kisaki would be the perfect target. If I have access to his phone I have to every phone he has contacted via number.”

“Can you do that now?” Mikey asked.

I sighed. “Ken, my bag.” I extended my hand out in which was placed a bag I entrusted to Draken for the time being.

I was a genius when it came to hacking and make-shifting small items used for hacking. That is why I always carry tools with me just in case. That is what I did. Placing all the things I needed for a temporary bug, on the small coffee table I got to work. I could feel the burning stares from the men in the room. Mikey’s kept their looks forward well most of them. There are always curious fellows among the stoic facades. They probably weren’t surprised as much as they were taken aback by my exposed cleavage which was more visible because I was leaning forward.

I had it done within twenty minutes admiring my handy work. “I should test it… Who cleared their search history?” I asked and I noticed nervous looks looking away from me. “Fine…” I sighed placing the bug in the charging port of my phone. If I were to put my phone to charge the bug would break leaving barely any trace at all. “Who’s got my handy machine?” I asked and I noticed the smallest laptop on the market being placed onto my lap by none other than Draken himself. That ten inch thing could probably fit in the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

Like explained I showed off my work letting them know the full access I had to my phone just because of a simple bug. I noticed impressed looks glimmering on their faces.

“Now all we have to do is put it into a charging port of Kisaki’s phone.” I leaned back on the couch.

“He hasn’t seen you in some time, and tonight Jonny barely recognized ya…” Mikey put his arm around my shoulders. “Can you do it?”

For an understandable reason I had an urge to cough. Clearing my throat I looked at Mikey. “I can try.” I got up from my seat. “But don’t leave me alone with him.”

“He can’t just stand next to you…” One of the men spoke up with an irritation clear in his voice.

“Don’t you think I know that?” I glared at him. “He knows what I meant.” I turned to walk down out of the VIP lounge making my way to the bar. It was crowded like always and Kisaki was nowhere in my sight.

I leaned on the bar next to a bartender. I wouldn’t have to wait long to get any type of attention from any man in the room and one of them approached me. “Aren’t ya a treat.” He smelled like alcohol almost making me puke out every last flower and petal I had in my lungs.

“I might be.” I continued to scan the room looking for a son of a bitch.

“If I buy ya a drink will ya go somewhere more private with me?” He made one of those disgusting smirks.

“You’ll have to buy me a bit more than one.” I turned to the bartender. “Give me whiskey. The best one you got. He’s paying.” I smirked. The guy didn’t say a thing and the moment the cup got in my hand I drained the liquid into my stomach.

As soon as I turned around I saw Kisaki talking to a girl who was much too drunk. With fake wobble I made my way to the girl and grabbed her by the waist right in front of him. “Oh my god baby, where did you fund him?” I giggled while wobbling on my feet. She was much too drunk to realize I was not her friend. “He is so hot.” I whispered loud enough for him to hear into her ear.

I was pretending to lose my balance which resulted in Kisaki catching me with a smirk. “Careful there.”

“Oh shoot… Sorry I guess I had a bit too much to drink.” I giggled again. “Whoa…” I pretended to lose my breath. “Even hotter up close…” I mumbled. I turned my attention to his lips then back up at his eyes.

“What?” He had an amused smirk dancing on his face.

“Can I kiss you? Consent is important you know.” I giggled.

“Yeah…” a girl next to me had a dreamy look shimmering in her eyes. “Can I get a kiss next?” She wobbled grabbing me around the waist and onto his arm for support.

“Sure if you want it that badly…”

With those words I pressed my lips onto his. I was rubbing my hands over his torso and lowering them onto his crotch. Thanks to my rubbing I realized his phone was in his pocket. The charging port was right at the entrance of the pocket. He was getting hard too.

“Whoa... the best make out in my life.” I giggled. “Your turn baby…” I said it to the girl next to me who turned his attention to her lips and groping her by the waist. Like a slut I kept touching him over his erection and without him noticing sliding a bug into his charging port.

Now I need to make my escape… “Oh god… I don’t feel so good.” I said like any drunken lady would, while rushing away from the pair. His attention is on the girl so I bet he didn’t even mind my escape to the bathroom.

Of course I did puke but not everything I ate but mixture of begonia flowers and blood.

“(Y/N)…? You okay in there?” I heard Draken’s voice on the other side of the door.

I wiped the blood off my face and exited the stall where a tall man stood holding my ten inch laptop in his hand. I took it from him opening it and leaning myself on the wall while holding the laptop in one hand while typing with the other.

“I’m in…” I mumbled after a few minutes. “I should leave before Kisaki notices me and brings me to bed.” I sighed.

“Sneak out so he doesn’t notices you.” He took my laptop placing it in his inside suit pocket. “I’ll send Mikey to take you home. He’s bored here anyway.” Draken patted my head and left the bathroom.

I did as he told me and when I made my way outside I chatted with Johnny while waiting for the blond midget to show up. He eventually did get out with many lipstick marks on his cheeks and neck. Of course he got jumped by the ladies inside.

“Wanna go to my place?” He asked as we were walking away from the club. He lived in a pent house at the top floor of the building where we worked.

“Sure, if you have any liquor?” I smirked.

“Alcoholic…” He mumbled.

“Womanizer…” I mumbled.

[gothhisoka]

𝑨 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌𝑵𝒆𝒘

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Pairing: Chrollo x fem!reader

Tags: College AU, rich Chrollo, Gossip Girl vibes, this is my first draft so sorry about the errors

Word count: 4.8k

Summary: The infamous October party is all the talk at YorkNew University. It takes place at a huge penthouse in the heart of the city, owned by a mysterious man that few know the true identity of.

You attend the party just having entered your freshman year. There, you meet all sorts of people. But one, in particular, intrigues you the most. His name is Chrollo Lucilfer. He is an expensive suit-wearing, whisky-smelling, suspiciously rich graduate student.

And you are going to try to get him to dance.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Do not drink underage. You should not use any of the actions displayed in the following story as examples for your own life.

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Chapter 1/?

As you walked through the streets of YorkNew City you felt gusts of wind push past you so strongly that they nearly knocked you over. It was already miserable to be outside, and it was only October. The sky was growing dark, the city growing brighter. Fall decorations adorned the buildings you passed. The Southernpiece Auction House looked the most magnificent of them all– with bright colored lights trailing the pathway and walls.

No time to wonder at your surroundings, you thought. You would have four more years to gawk at the city. You pulled your scarf tighter around you as you walked faster. Although you looked cute in your tights, it was definitely not the appropriate clothing choice for this weather.

Your decision to go to YNU seemed perfect in every way. It was one of the top schools in YorkNew and was in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, you failed to realize that the wind would be whipping for three-quarters of the year.

While it wasn’t the biggest “party school,” there was a single big party in October held by one of the fraternities. That party was the one you happened to be heading to right now. Everyone knew of it and talked about it non-stop. You were reluctant to attend. You hadn’t had many real party experiences at high school. For the most part, they consisted of sitting around drinking cheap beer while your classmates humiliated themselves. Your friends had high hopes for this one, though.

For one, it appeared to be in the penthouse of a high-rise building. You checked your phone to see if the location matched the one on your map. This wasn’t the frat house you had been expecting. Although your and the system’s arrows matched, you really couldn’t trust your directional skills, anyway.

Your hands were near frozen, but you managed to press the call button on your friends’ contact.

“Hey Canary?” you don’t hear her reply as music floods through your phone speaker. Seconds later, it becomes quieter, signaling she moved into another room.

“Hey, it’s absolutely crazy up here, sorry.”

You ask her about the address, and she confirms it. She tells you her location at the party so you can find her later. She hangs up before you can say bye or express more of your listless anxieties. Why were you so worried? You had Canary and Amane and… well, you didn’t know many others. And of course Canary and Amane would be all over each other so really you had no one. That was a valid source of anxiety, was it not?

Either way, you needed to step into the building to escape the cold. Perhaps after you warmed up you could make your escape. I knew this was a bad idea.

The entryway was already magnificent, with tall arches and marble floors. A fire blazed near a seating area on the opposite wall. You rushed over to find it unoccupied, thank goodness. You sat as close as safely possible and felt the warmth creep back into your body.

Your head cleared a bit, thoughts straightening out into coherency. You were at your first party. Your friends were all up there already, so you wouldn’t need to wait for them awkwardly. Everything would go smoothly as long as–

Just then, a group of around six people entered the hall. You couldn’t help but stare. One was over six feet tall, another shorter than five. And some were unbelievably gorgeous. One of them particularly caught your eye. He was wearing all black, styled in an expensive coat and dress shirt. His hair was black as well, hanging loose around his pale face. Dark eyes looked towards a man at his right. He walked with such an intimidating stride that you nearly hid behind the sofa. Luckily, they didn’t appear to be heading in your direction.

They probably were all college students, why else would they be dressed up at a random apartment on this specific day? The thought sent butterflies to your stomach. If the group really was full of college students, maybe you should be going to that party.

Not to gawk at them or anything. Based on their looks, you could tell that they were the rich YorkNew city elite-type students, not the federal loan international-type student as you were. In other words, they had power and you did not. It was best to avoid these types of people. You knew that much just from living in the city for a couple of months.

The group was still waiting outside of the elevators. You made possibly the stupidest decision that you could’ve at that moment. You rose from your seat and flattened your hair. You then proceeded to trot right over to the elevator, behind the group. You had to go upstairs somehow, and reaching the top floor through the stairs didn’t seem like the ideal choice.

Clearly still distracted by the image of that man’s face that was now tattoed onto your brain, you didn’t even notice when the elevator doors opened. A voice sounded from inside that snapped you out of your daydream.

“There’s enough room if you want to come in…” it was the same man that you noticed from before.

An amused expression shone on his face– it was as if he was trying to hide a smirk. He placed his hand on the elevator door so it wouldn’t close. You noticed thick silver rings on a couple of his fingers. It was clear from his appearance that he was wealthy. Not to mention, his mannerisms had an undertone of superiority. Despite yourself, this only enticed you more. Who was this man?

Apparently, you were about to find out.

A blush rose on your face as you quickly gave him your thanks and scrambled inside the elevator. He stood directly next to you, with his friends on the sides. The sudden closeness made your stomach flip.

“What floor?” he asked, hand hovering above the numbers on the elevator wall.

You checked the keypad although you already knew that you would all be headed to the same place.

You tried not to look at him as you responded. “Same as you.”

“Oh,” he replied simply.

The rest of the ride was accompanied by a rising tension. The girls behind you made the only conversation, talking in low voices to one another. You were grateful when the elevator finally stopped on the top floor. You quickly walked out and made your way to anywhere but where that group was. On a second glance, you could see that the rest of them also had that air of wealth and superiority that the man had. That was definitely not the crowd you wanted to get acquainted with tonight.

Besides the music thumping through the walls and people waiting around the entrance, the hall outside of the elevator looked like it could be in any other apartment building. There was a large rack full of coats and hangers to your right. As you walked through the long hall you took off your coat and scarf, happy to get rid of the bulky clothes.

Going into the party was still nerve-wracking, but your outfit gave you a bit of courage. You chose a black silk minidress that accentuated your curves perfectly. You wore fishnet tights and combat boots to complete the look. You did your makeup to near perfection, with a bold red lip and your signature eyeliner. Needless to say, you were feeling good.

You almost forgot that the group that was still in the hall until you felt their eyes bearing into you. In your peripheral vision, you saw them take off their coats just as you finished hanging yours. Without another moment of hesitation, you walked quickly to the door.

The music grew louder and you grew slightly nauseous. This night has already been far too much. Is it really the best idea to continue on? It was too late to turn back, as you would be turning to face those who you wished to avoid.

So, you opened the door. You were immediately flooded with lights and sounds and people. The interior was huge. You guessed that this single apartment took up the majority of the floor, and apparently the one above it too. A staircase on the right side led to a balcony overlooking the main room. Couches and furniture lined the walls, pushed away to form a space in the middle. From what you could see, the entire back wall consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city below. If you hadn’t felt so dizzy, you would’ve noticed that the room stunning and grand, unlike any you have seen before.

Students were everywhere, crowding on the couches and the dance floor. You couldn’t make out many faces as the neon lights were dim. You guessed that there were at least seventy people in this room alone.

The music thumped in your bones. You tried to focus on the lines of the song playing instead of your rising panic. “Oh god can you make my heart stop… killshot baby.”

After assessing your surroundings, you made a quick beeline to the kitchen, where Canary said she would be when you called her earlier. The walk was only quick in theory. It took you around five minutes to make your way across the room. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience, weaving through drunk bodies dancing with fervor. You smelt the sweet smell of vape smoke mixed in with the sweat. Heads turned to look at you but you did not look back. Nothing interested you more than finding your friends. Meeting other people could come after you were settled.

You bitterly realized that it had been a bad idea not to come with Canary and Amane an hour earlier. You thought as little time as possible spent there would be ideal, as it was your first time at a college party. Little did you know that arriving late would mean a frantic search for your friends amidst the chaos.

At last, you came upon an opening in the wall that seemed to lead to the kitchen. There were neon lights in there as well, lining the counters and cabinets. White marble countertops glinted underneath bottles of alcohol.

There were significantly fewer people crowded into this tiny space. About fifteen people stood around, drinking and talking with one another over the music. Without thinking, you grab a bottle of beer as you pass by the counter on your way to the other side of the room. There was an empty corner that was calling your name. From there you could observe the faces of the people around you. And possibly get a bit drunk while you were at it. You figured it was the only way you could survive the rest of the night.

As you scanned the faces your heart sank. You didn’t see your friends anywhere. Maybe they already moved to the dancefloor. You take another swig of the beer and pull out your phone.

The dial tone for Canary sounded just as you spotted a familiar face. He was leaning against the wall on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, talking to an attractive red-haired man standing next to him. Your mind was slowly growing hazier, but that didn’t mean you forgot about the man from before.

You quickly averted your eyes. Canary didn’t pick up your call so you decided to text her. All the while you felt your heart begin to thrum. Did that man intimidate you? Or was it just because you thought he was incredibly hot?

You couldn’t say for sure, as you have never felt this way about a person before. He looked older than you, a graduate student perhaps. Anyway, he was far out of your reach in terms of people you could talk to. So, you decided right there and then to stop thinking about him.

You wait a few more minutes for Canary’s response. She doesn’t reply to your text. You grit your teeth and pick up another bottle of beer from the counter. Unfortunately, the bottle opener was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck, you thought. Rather than going without the beer, you pulled out your keys and tried to pry the lid off with your sheer force. But your hand kept slipping and you were beginning to feel a bit embarrassed. You cursed yourself under your breath and looked around to see if anyone noticed your clumsiness.

Accidentally peering towards the wall where the man was before, you notice that he was no longer there. You didn’t know why you cared so much about the opinion of a stranger.

You were about to put the bottle down when you sensed someone next to you. A voice that smelt of whisky and cigarettes spoke, “Need some help there?”

You retracted at the sound and sensation until you noticed who spoke. It was him. You froze, unsure of what to do next. Slowly, your eyes trailed up to his face.

You tried not to stare as you took him in full, now that you were finally face to face. The low neon lights highlighted his strong nose and sharp jawline. His black hair was messily swept from his face, displaying a cross tattoo on his forehead that you hadn’t noticed before. He wore small silver hoops in both ears. Shadows formed across his deep-set eyes as he regarded you, emotionless and still.

He asked you again, pointing to the unopened bottle, “The beer?”

You gave him a nervous laugh, “Oh, yes. I don’t know where the bottle opener went…”

He still stood unusually close to you. Obviously, it was only so that you could hear him better over the loud music. Still, it made your heart flutter. You averted your eyes from his only to see the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up, displaying strong arms and hands.

You tried to tell yourself that he was just being nice. And you were making a fool of yourself, just as you were before at the elevator. You knew you had no chance with him, even though a party was a more relaxed environment than most. He would want nothing to do with you after he helped you again. These intimidating upperclassmen were the same.

The man said nothing as he placed the edge of the bottle on the counter, with the cap at the edge. Those beautiful, white marble countertops. Surely he isn’t going to…

With a slam of his palm, the cap came clear off.

“Here,” he said simply.

Why, you wondered, was that so attractive. You couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by the opening of a bottle. Maybe it was only due to the way he did it, displaying his strength so boldly.

He noticed your expression and laughed lightly. “It’s fine, I own the place.”

You couldn’t hide your surprise at his statement. If he was a graduate student, how could he possibly be making enough for this entire place? And you were told it was a frat house, not a single apartment?

A little bit of talking wouldn’t hurt, no matter his status. So you decide to allow the questions to flow. Perhaps the beer was finally loosening your lips and easing your anxiety. You really should’ve been searching for your friends, but it seemed that your body thought differently. Something about the man drew you in. Whether it was his flawless appearance or genuine kindness towards you, you weren’t sure.

“You own this place?” you questioned, leaning a hip on the counter with your beer in hand.

He gave you a small smile, clearly trying to appear humble. “Yes.”

All you managed to say was, “How?”

Was it genuine interest in his face that you saw? Or was he simply happy to boast about his tremendous earnings?

“My company. The dealings bring in solid money, so I decided to purchase this place.” He waved a hand, gesturing towards the general direction of his massive living area.

“Your company? Do you go to YNU?”

He couldn’t be that old to have established his own company. And if he was, surely you would’ve heard about it, as he would be famous. Perhaps he was like many of the other kids at this school, enjoying a trust fund to their name and claiming it all to be their sheer success.

He grabbed a beer from the table and opened it the same way as he did before. He seemed to almost be growing bored of the conversation, needing to drink to distract himself. He became more distant as the small talk continued.

“Yes. I’m in the first year of my graduate program. And you?”

God, those eyes. It was hard to maintain eye contact with him for too long. It felt as if he was simultaneously calculating you as if you were a complex math problem while trying to appear as emotionless as possible.

He was the one who needed calculating. His appearance was already bizarre, with the cross tattoo displayed so boldly on his forehead. But the fact that he was only in his first year of graduate school and already running his own company was too much to comprehend. All you wished for was to know more about this strangely alluring man.

You were about to reply when you heard your name being called from the crowd in the large room. Giggles followed the shout.

Canary and Amane were thrust out of the mass of bodies in the living area. Canary wore a minidress and Amane wore a dress shirt and pants, now significantly disheveled. They were smiling like mad.

Your heart jumped at the sight of them. Finally, you were safe. That was your immediate thought until you saw the stumble in their walks. They were drunk.

Canary slurred your name again. “We’ve missed you! Where were you?”

“I was here in the kitchen, where you told me to wait. Remember?”

Canary and Amane simply gave each other a knowing look and giggled. You had almost forgotten the man who still stood behind you.

“We’ll leave you to it then,” Amane said, making it obvious that she was referencing him.

They were about to leave when you called out. “Wait!”

It wasn’t that you weren’t absolutely entranced by the man and wouldn’t give everything to talk to him for even one more minute, it was just that your friends needed you.

You turned to see the man now farther down the counter, talking to the red-haired man again. He noticed your apologetic look and walked towards you.

“Sorry I have to–”

Your sentence trails off as he looks down on you with a slight smile, arms crossed. You almost want to take a step back, his look too penetrating and revealing.

“What is your name?”

You widened your eyes. He wants to know your name. What were you supposed to make of that?

You give him your name.

“I’m Chrollo,” he replies, sticking his hand out for you to shake as if you were making a business deal. You try to hide your laugh.

He simply smirks back at you as you take his hand. The cold metal of his rings contrasted with the warmth the both of you were emitting. The front of his hand was smooth, with light veins running towards his knuckles. A sign of strength. Moreover, his palm rough. His grip was firm and confident as if he had something he wanted to convey with this handshake. What that was, though, you couldn’t be sure.

You felt a tap on your soldier and knew it was time to go with your friends. You just couldn’t manage to turn away. You already began to think, what if I never see him again? What if he doesn’t want to see me again anyway?

“Nice to meet you, Chrollo,” you said before finally turning your back. You felt his eyes bearing into your back as you left. At least, you hoped it was your back. You weren’t used to the tightness of your dresses’ material and the looks that coupled it.

You silently praise yourself for your unusual boldness toward Chrollo. Maybe you were bold enough to make an impression. An impression was really all you could hope for, at this point. That man was impossible to read.

Before you left the kitchen, Amane held out a small cup for you containing a clear liquid. You hardly hear what she says it is before you knock it back. The taste burns your throat. You figured you would need whatever it was before heading out to the dance floor. Amane and Canary do the same as you (as if they needed it, as drunk as they were).

As Canary grabbed your hand, Chrollo’s name echoed in your mind. Where have you heard it before? You probably could remember if you hadn’t drunk that last shot.

“Who the fuck was that?!” Amane nearly screamed into your ear. You were nearing the main dance floor. The sound was deafening and you felt the thump of music in your bones.

“Chrollo. He owns this place, apparently,” your voice gets lost in the noise.

“WHAT?” Canary yells. You were deep into the mass of people so talking was virtually impossible. There was space to move once you reached the center. It was far enough from the speakers that you could hear fragments of speech from the other people beside you. The sound still bounced off of the tall ceilings, echoing through the large room.

A new song started to play and you began to dance. You, Canary, and Amane danced stupidly, movements sluggish yet wild from the alcohol. It was the most fun you had in a long while. Maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea after all. At that point, the anxiety all but left your body.

After a couple more songs, you decided to try to find your way out of the crowd to take a break. Your body ached with all the movement and sensation. Amane and Canary remained on the floor, although they insisted on following you. It was a slower song, anyway. You couldn’t be caught on the floor with no partner.

At last, after much shoving, you found a wall you could rest against. It just happened to be the wall with the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was far less crowded here. The cold glass felt incredible after the mass of sweat that was the dance floor.

The city lights reflected in the glass

You were close enough to the kitchen to peer through the entrance. When you did so, you couldn’t see Chrollo or his friend. Rather, they were talking to one another next to the kitchen, along the plane of windows.

Suddenly, the glass didn’t feel so cold anymore. You began to heat up just at the sight of him. It was too late by the time you looked away, they had noticed your gaze. Chrollo caught your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. But it wasn’t Chrollo who came over to you. It was his friend. You looked towards the red-haired man with apprehension. This wasn’t middle school, was it? Was Chrollo getting his friend to act as their in-between? No , you told yourself. This sly-looking man is clearly here for something else.

“Hello there,” he said in a sultry tone. He leaned against the window just as you did the same.

His red hair hung loosely around his yellow eyes. He wore a loose dark purple dress shirt and black pants.

Your patience was running out. “Who are you?” And why are you not Chrollo?

“Hisoka. And you must be y/n, right?”

Your eyebrows rose as you nodded. Had Chrollo already mentioned you to Hisoka? What made you worth mentioning? Well, apparently you were about to find out.

“I was wondering, dear, would you dance with me?”

That was unexpected. You turned to face him to observe his expression and the one of the man behind him. Chrollo’s face was bank but his eyes looked stormy as if to issue a warning to Hisoka. Something in Chrollo’s look made you want to accept Hisoka’s offer, just to see his reaction. The slight changes in his expression were endlessly entertaining. If doing something as reckless as dancing with a man you had just met would warrant a change, you would happily oblige.

Hisoka’s smirk vanished as you replied, “Sure.”

Now it was your turn to look smug. Chrollo’s eyes widened slightly but he still remained silent, several feet away with his back against the window. If Hisoka was anyone else, say a person who didn’t radiate his dangerously sexual appetite, perhaps Chrollo would’ve been less surprised.

Although you assuredly gave him your answer, you knew you couldn’t trust this man. His sly expression persisted as he snaked a slender hand across your waist. You didn’t turn to see Chrollo’s expression but you could feel a pair of eyes on your back as you walked away. How unfair it was, that Chrollo always got the last look.

Hisoka led you to an opening on the dance floor that was situated near the staircase. He immediately pulled you to his chest. You gasped at the sudden closeness. You felt his torso with your own, his hardened with muscle. He moved his hands tighter against your waist and you nearly melted into the touch.

You were drunk. He wasn’t who you wanted. But you could easily pretend he was.

You tried to peer back to the spot where Chrollo was standing. It was far too dense and dark to make out any faces besides the one of the man before you.

He wasn’t Chrollo, but he was unquestionably attractive. His sharp features were riddled with confidence. He carried himself as a king would, so self-assured that he was borderline unaware.

The slow song had since ended and a faster one began to sound. You began to feel the rhythm and danced along, Hisoka pulling you closer all the while. Although you were significantly intimidated by Hisoka, it was still fun. You couldn’t tell if either of you was dancing well or making a fool of yourselves. All you knew was sound, movement, and the touch of his body to yours.

After another song or two suddenly Hisoka pulled apart. He wore a malicious expression.

“I have to go,” he said, simply.

He didn’t give you a chance to reply. He waltzed up the stairs to the balcony that you were dancing near. You trailed your eyes to where he stood, hands on the railing talking to the person beside him. It was the blond woman you saw earlier, the one who was with Chrollo’s group…

And next to her was Chrollo. He was holding onto the railing for dear life as if he would fall to his death if he let go. A fear of heights? No, you didn’t think so. Based on his facial expression, he looked almost bitter. You didn’t deem that possible based on his mild mannerism so far. And what reason would he have to be angry?

An idea sparked in your mind. A stupid one, undoubtedly. But Chrollo and his group were far too interesting to ignore for the rest of the night.

It was probably too dark for them to see you amongst the crowd, but you crouched as you moved away anyway. You sensed the tension in their conversation all the way from the floor below. You would wait until Chrollo cooled off a bit and then make your move.

You head back to the kitchen to have another drink. You go for something stronger, a shot of a pale liquid that you didn’t know the name of. Or rather, you were too distracted to care.

You made the perilous journey back to the balcony, dodging limbs and drunken stupors. It was nearing midnight at this point and the crowd was sufficiently rowdy. You think you spot Canary dancing near the back wall, but you couldn’t be sure. You will let her have her own fun tonight since you already found yours.

From below, you could see that Chrollo, Hisoka, and the woman were still leaning against the balcony railing. As you dizzily mounted the steps, you realized that Chrollo looked as perfect and intact as when you first saw him, all those hours ago. He must’ve not danced the whole night, even though it was his own party. How strange. Well, you were about to try and change that.

“Hey,” you said as you waltzed up to Chrollo. There was a bit of a stumble in your step so you quickly made use of the railing.

Chrollo no longer had a death-grip on the bar. He looked at you with a blank face.

“Hello,” he replied.

His friends glared at you so hard that you nearly turned back around. You seem to have interrupted an important conversation.

You lazily move closer to Chrollo and speak under your breath, so that his friends don’t hear, “Want to dance?”