#and if they use that shit against her in court I’m gonna feel badly about it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

axwalker · 3 years

Text

Jealousy--One Shot

Book: The Royal Romance, Book 2. Engagement Tour.

Pairing: Drake Walker x Alexis O’Brien (MC)

WORDS: I’m using my WD golden ticket so 3,000 words.

POV: Dual

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT!! 🍋🍋🍋 A very frustrating Drake and Alexis.

ALL MY FICS ARE +18 !!!!

I’m participating in the @wackydrabbles prompts. This week’s prompt is “I can’t do this anymore.”

I apologize for any grammatical errors.

Tags in the comments ;)

DRAKE

Standing next to my window, I admire the Roman ruins of the Palatine hills as the royal train rolls into Rome. I’ve always loved Italy, but something about this trip is getting to me. It might be the woman occupying the cabin next to mine. It might be the fact that my best friend is almost as crazy about her as I am. Almost. He can’t possibly care for her the way I do. I down the rest of my glass and pick up a simple shirt and a pair of pants for tonight’s banquet. Fuck the black tie.

Since O’Brien came back to court, I tried to avoid her as much as I could. As a result, I’d cut off a leg tonight just to lay eyes on her again. I crave her like a drug. I spent the last few days debating with myself, and each day I grow a little more desperate, my arguments growing wilder and less probable by the minute. “Maybe” is how every single thought began, each one borne of desperation. Maybe I can make Liam understand that I’m crazy about the woman he loves. Maybe he’ll understand that I’ve been lying for months. Maybe Alexis will realize that she wants a quiet life with me. It’s a weakness on my part; I just need to get through this banquet without giving into it.

Thank God there’s a bar. I’m going to need something to make this experience tolerable. I grab a whiskey and drink half of it before I even head to my table. I’m halfway there when my eyes meet Kiara’s. She’s been leaving me flirty messages since we built the barn to celebrate Liam’s engagement. She’s a beautiful and smart woman but I couldn’t be less interested.

“Come with me,” she says, pulling at my elbow. “I saved you a seat.”

At that very moment, Lexie walks in. She’s wearing a red silk dress that matches her lips, pours over her curves, and reveals only a hint of cleavage while allowing you to imagine what you can’t see too fucking easily. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her back, highlighting her long neck and her gorgeous face. As always, I seem to settle on her mouth. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen her wear red lipstick before, and, for some reason, this opens an entire box of fantasies. I want to see it soiled. To kiss her so hard that neither of us can breathe. To pull back and find that mouth ajar, panting, the lipstick a red blur around the edges., I want it so badly I’m not sure how I’ll get through the goddamn night without having it. My hands sliding that silk dress over her head, learning every inch of her the way I’ve dreamed about for months. Except right now, Lexie’s eyes are fixed on the point where Kiara’s arm is linked with mine, and her expression—sad and wounded—is like a knife to my chest. I step away from Kiara, grabbing my drink and draining it. “I’m sitting with Maxwell and Olivia,” I tell her firmly.

“Doesn’t Lexie look gorgeous?” Max asks. My eyes move across the room again. Her red dress shimmers, sticks on her curves. `

“She looks like she needs more clothes,” I complain.

“Olivia helped her choose that dress,” Max says with a brow arched. “It fits her like a glove.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “That’s sort of the problem.”

My gaze is still on her, though. Moving up from her hips to her waist to her breasts, back up to that mouth of hers. I picture it again; the lipstick smeared, her breathless under me. And then a single hand cups her hip bone, visible through the thin silk, and I’m ejected from my fantasy at high speed. My lust transforms into rage in a single breath. Fucking Signore Francesco Lombardi. When everyone finally takes their seats, I discover that she and Francesco are at the table on the other side of mine, giving me a painfully direct view of the two of them. Whenever she stands, his eyes are on her, devouring her. He paws at her when she returns, jumping to pull out her chair but managing to get his fucking hands over approximately sixty percent of her body when he does it. And if he tries to look down her dress one more time, I’m definitely taking him out. I don’t give a fuck about our diplomatic relationships with Italy. I go to the bar again and ask for another glass of Macallan. Tonight it’s either get drunk or completely lose my shit in front of hundreds of witnesses. Pretentious food and great speeches are given out that I don’t notice. She is more real to me than anything in this room or out of it, the only thing I can see. No one knows her fears like I do. No one knows how fragile she really is, how deeply sweet. How funny and smart and kind. But I know. And for all the fighting we’ve done, there aren’t two people in this room as made for each other as the two of us. My world is constructed entirely of rules about what I owe Liam –my education, my career, and so many other things. But somehow, it excludes the only thing that matters to me. Her. If it weren’t for how Liam feels about her, she’d be here with me tonight. I watch her say something to Liam, and he nods, his eyes telling her how he feels. Jealousy runs through my veins.

“Enough,” I say quietly as I stand. I don’t know what possesses me to follow her. I know, with every bone in my body, that I have no claim on her. But I saw that look in Liam’s eyes, the one that says he’ll do anything for her, and I found myself on my feet. She’s halfway down the hall by the time I reach her. She looks over her shoulder warily when she hears me, but she is too late. I’m already there. I grab her elbow before she has time to react and pull her into an empty office. She stiffens and pulls back, ready as always to fight. Eyes flashing and hands on her hips. Seething before I’ve even said a word. “You have no right to—” That’s when I cup her jaw and capture that mouth I’ve longed for the whole goddamn night.

ALEXIS

His mouth comes down on mine, demolishing my pathetic attempt to object. He seizes it thoroughly, with such certainty, as if he’s spent his entire life practicing for this precise moment. His hands raking back through my hair, his tongue finding mine as he presses against me. His mouth moves over my neck, and he groans, a noise of both despair and satisfaction.

“You didn’t want me a week ago, but now you do?” I start to push back, but he holds me tight against him.

“I just don’t want you stuck in a shitty ranch with a poor veterinarian when it all ends. It was never about not wanting you.” I know there are other reasons why I’m supposed to object, but they escape me. I’ve wanted this too long, his hands on my body, my skin pressed against his, and his mouth creating a trail of kisses down my neck. It’s right. I’ve known nothing in my life with such certainty as the fact that nothing in the world matters more to me. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, and then he pulls one strap of my dress down, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses over my shoulder and collarbone, almost reverently. Nipping with his teeth and soothing it with his tongue. He pulls the dress down to my waist, unclasps my bra with a single hand. He cups my breasts, bringing his mouth to them in the same way, sharp and sweet at once and creating a need in me so intense that it borders on pain. I gasp and arch toward him, submitting entirely as my head falls backward against the wall. He pulls back just enough to see my face. His chocolate eyes are dark now as he searches mine, looking there for something he desperately needs. Permission. He wants permission. As if I’d ever tell him no.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“You’re sure?” His voice is gruff with desire. And when I nod, he pushes the dress over my hips and allows it to slide to the floor. His hands follow, skating over my hips, down my thighs, and I stand before him now in nothing but panties and heels. “That fucking dress nearly killed me,” he says, smoothing my skin as he kisses me again. He pushes against me, his shirt against my bare skin, his erection pressed hard to my stomach, a quick pulse there as if he is desperate for friction. He slides his index finger under the elastic of my panties. The moment he touches me, my whole body jolts.

“Fuck,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes tightly shut. “You’re already soaked.” His finger slips back and forth, lightly, in torturous circles before it pushes inside me.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my body bowing toward him. He adds a second finger, and this time his groan is louder than mine.

“Jesus, Lex,” he growls. “You’re going to be the end of me.”

I unclasp his belt and unzip his pants reaching down to pull him from the confines of his boxers. He is thick and heavy in my hands, hissing as my fingers wrap around him, tugging gently.

“Stop,” he exhales after a minute. “I’m not gonna last if you do that, and there are so many things I want to do to you first.”

He pushes my panties down and lifts me up almost simultaneously, turning to deposit me on the table behind us. He kisses me once, hard. “Lie back,” he commands. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs so I’m displayed before him. Suddenly, his fingers are joined by quick swipes of his tongue.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Drake … just—”

His mouth and tongue lick and brush and pull, creating flames that begin there and spread all the way to my toes. I try to move, but his free hand clamps down on my thigh, holding me in place.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this every goddamn night for months, Alexis. So let me.”

I can’t even nod in agreement because suddenly, everything inside me is building so quickly that I can’t tell where I am or where I’m going.

“Oh,” I gasp. And then his fingers push inside me and I explode with a cry of ecstasy and surprise, arching against his mouth. He doesn’t pull back, but instead slides his hands beneath my legs and tugs me closer, buries his face to create wave after wave of something I never thought would happen in the first place.

“Holy shit,” I breathe. He leans over to kiss me and when he does, I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him against me so suddenly that he gasps in my mouth.

“Lexie,” he groans.

“Please,” I whisper. It seems impossible for anyone to be more satisfied than I am now, yet I still need the very thing Drake wants most, the thing he is so sure he shouldn’t give. He looks tortured and pulls back, but I tighten around him, pressing him against me. “Don’t even think about stopping right now.” He shifts his hips just enough that he is pressing right there, not inside me but mere seconds away from it. In a single pulse, he could be buried deep inside me.

“Is this okay?” he asks, his voice tight. “Do we need …”

“No,” I beg. “Just do it. I’m on the pill.”

He pushes in, barely. He’s so thick that already I’m stretched to the point of pain.

“Oh fuck, Lexie,” he whispers. “God, that’s so good. Just give me a minute, or this is going to be over before it starts.”

Finally, he moves once more, going slowly, a low noise deep in his chest as he finally shoves all the way in.

“Are you okay?” he asks between clenched teeth. I nod as I adjust to the size of him, pain still outweighing the pleasure. It’s when he starts to withdraw that the pain recedes as a burst of pleasure sucks the air from my lungs. It feels too good, something so vast and all-consuming it can’t possibly end well. I never finish this way but oh my God… If it were ever going to happen, it would be now. His next thrust is faster, more certain, but he stops entirely at my sharp inhale. “Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks.

“No.” He didn’t hurt me. He stunned me. His strokes come slow and rhythmic then, as he leans over, finding my mouth with the table bracing his weight, his arms taut. “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” he says, holding still inside me.

“Keep going,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“Patience,” he grins. “You have no idea how hard it is not to come right now.”

I grab his ass and push upward, ignoring his warning, thrilling at the low grunt he makes. “Alexis,” he growls, “goddammit.”

His hips jerk back and then forward, almost involuntarily. It’s all I need. I cry out as it happens again, everything inside me bursting. He thrusts quick and hard, desperate now, and then stiffens with a single guttural noise as he pushes in one final time. He falls against me, his mouth against my neck, his breath warm on my skin. It’s closer than I’ve ever been to another person, and I would like to stay here, just like this, forever. But after a moment, I open my eyes when I realize what we’ve done.

It’s a little like waking from a dream. What the fuck have I done? The best sex I’ve ever had and the biggest mistake I’ve ever made just occurred simultaneously. The guilt and astonishment collide with each other. It was wrong. No matter what other considerations there are, I just slept with Liam’s best friend.

I know I don’t owe Liam anything. I came to Cordonia to see if there was something between us beyond that kiss in New York, and there wasn’t. He’s engaged to Madeleine and I’m hopelessly in love with his best friend. Bu this isn’t about me. This is about Drake.

I just became that woman. The kind of woman that would stand between two brothers. The type of woman capable of breaking a lifelong friendship in a moment of lust.

I know that sooner or later, Drake will resent me, us, if he loses Liam. Somewhere inside, I knew that, but because I wanted him and was jealous of Kiara, I chose to ignore it. He looks up at me, and his smile fades.

“What are you thinking?” he asks. There’s dread in his voice. His jaw hardens. “You regret it.”

“Drake,” I sigh, nestling in his chest. “It’s not that. It was…amazing. I just need to figure this out.”

“Figure what out?”

I bury my face in his neck. I don’t want to be having this conversation with him. I wish there was a way he could just hold me and take me to his cabin and work this all out on my own later. But there’s not. “What happens next. I mean, it shouldn’t have happened. We both know that. Liam… “

“No,” he snaps, pulling away. “Do not bring him up. Are you really going to let the way it might look to everyone outside this room dictate whether or not it’s okay? This is about us, Lexie. No one else.”

Except it’s not everyone outside this room. It’s him. Until a week ago, Drake was determined to push me away. He didn’t want to betray his best friend. He told me over and over again that he wasn’t that kind of man. That he would never forgive himself.

I let my need obliterate every reasonable thought, as usual. And in doing so, I’ve let myself down and—far worse—I may have put Drake’s friendship with Liam at risk. I pull away and grab my dress and bra off the floor.

“We have to get back out there before someone notices we’re gone.”

He buttons his shirt. “So you want to go back and continue flirting with Liam like this didn’t just happen?” he asks.

It’s right then, at that precise moment, that I realize that no matter what happens, Drake and I will never be together. Liam will always be there, between us. Right now, in our post-orgasmic bliss, Drake is not thinking straight, but I know what he will be telling me tomorrow morning. Or at least how he will be feeling. Guilty.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I take a deep breath to calm myself. “So what matters most is that we both get through the banquet like nothing happened.”

“And then what?” He growls.

His anger doesn’t scare me. “Can we please just get through the next hour?” I ask. “Liam is out there. Olivia, Max, Kiara are out there. The most important thing either of us can do right now is to act like nothing’s wrong.”

He fastens his belt and moves to the door, his jaw rigid. He’s doing what I asked, but I hate that he’s leaving mad. I’m doing this for him. I don’t want him to lose the only relationship in his life that matters to him. “Drake, wait—”

“For what?” he demands. “I just fucked you on a table, and now you’re sending me on my way. What more could you possibly need to add to that?” With those parting words, he crosses the door and walks out, leaving me heartbroken.

#axwalker writes #drake walker #drake walker x mc #drake x mc #trr fanfic #drake x lexie #n*sfw #🍋🍋🍋#trr fanfiction

170 notes · View notes

adezahnae · 3 years

Text

While We’re on a Little Trip (Part 3)

A/N: Hello my princesses😌 I hope you all didn’t wait too long for this🥺 I wasn’t feeling like myself bc of my period🙄 I hope you enjoy💕

Warnings: Bit of plot twist, humor, fluff, slight smut, love making, secrets, Daddy kink, jaehyun got some explaining to do😔

Tagged People: @ahgasearmyfan @whoreforshuaaa

Your POV

Me and Jaehyun were now in a store, paying for snacks for the road, well for the flight. I couldn’t control my excitement as we were getting things. “Oh my gosh! Omg! I can’t believe I’m getting on an actual plane soon!” I said following behind him. “Mhm.” He said not paying me any attention and just grabbing things while listening.

“It’s just like...this is what the rich people do! Go on trips that needs a plane!” “Mm.” “And what if it’s first class?! Like ooo!!! I’m gonna be soo happy!” “It’s a private jet, babe.” He said now walking to the cash register. “Eeee! Yes! That’s even better!! Like it’s like rich couple vibes and with the house as well along with a nice car and speaking of car, we were drove here! Ha! This is so coolll!! And just imagine how beautiful it’s gonna be up there..WAIT! HOW BEAUTIFUL IT’S GONNA BE UP THERE!” I ranted like an excited child in a candy store.

Jaehyun sighed. “One popsicle please?” He asked the cashier. The man gave him one and paid for it. “Thank you, come on Y/n.” Jaehyun said while pushing me out of the store. “But no! Didn’t you say the house we’re staying at is gonna be on a private beach?! Ahh! I can’t wait! The waves of the pretty water and maybe the moon will shine!” I said as he helped me in the car.

“Yes sweetheart.” He said entering after me. “I can’t even form a correct sentence anymore, this is the best thing ever! Like the best thing ev-“ I was cut off by him popping the popsicle in my mouth. “Baby..you’re talking too much. Just wait until we get there okay?” He said. I nodded. “Ooh! This is the blue flavor!” I mumbled while eating the popsicle. He smiled at me. “Okay, you can go now.” Jaehyun said to the driver. “Yes sir.” The driver said.

We were now in the parking lot of the plane and our luggage was getting loaded into the plane. I finally finished my popsicle and Jaehyun helped me out of the car. “Wow!” I exclaimed as I looked at the jet. “This is beautiful Jae! Really!” I said hugging onto him. He hugged me back and kissed my forehead. “Come on, let’s get on.” He said taking my hand and leading me to the plane. Before we could enter fully, we heard a car pull up.

“JAEHYUN! STOP!” We heard a girl say. We turned around and seen that it was a different girl. “Jae. I have to talk to you.” She said. “Jaehyun, who is this?” I asked. “Y/n, get on the plane and don’t say a word.” He said to me. I looked at her and back at him. “Jae-“ “Baby, don’t go against my word right now.” He said turning his head towards me. I sighed and nodded.

“Okay..” I walked on the plane and sat down on the chairs. Wow, it had a kitchen, a bed, a bathroom. It was like a mini house apartment. I went up the stairs and seen that it gives you the top view of plane. “Wow..” I smiled. I heard that the jet was taking off now and I then hear Jaehyun enter the jet, without a word.

I went back down the stairs and seen him in the chair, with his head in his hand. “Jae?” I called. I approached him slowly. “Jaehyun?” I called again. “Yes?” He replied. “It’s okay...whatever it is..it’s okay..” I said rubbing his shoulders. I walked around and straddled his lap. He breathed out and let his hands fall to my sides. “I love you..remember that, Y/n.” He said.

He looked as if he did something wrong or ashamed of something. “I know, tell me what’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head and pulled me towards him. “Just...tell me you love me.” He said. “I love you..I’ve always had and I always will.” He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my shoulder. His lips traveled up my neck and to my lips.

His movements on my body started to roam up. He took the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down. He found my bra clip and unclipped it. He picked me up and placed me on the bed. He pulled off my heels and let my hair down. He kissed on my neck again while he pulled my dress down along my bra. I gripped on his shoulder. “Jae..” I moaned. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. While I did that, his lips were on my nipples.

He left soft kisses and sucks on them. I arched my back up and put my fingers in his hair. He took the rest of my dress off with my bra and underwear and placed them in the chair beside us. He pulled down his pants and underwear and kissed my cheek, sliding in. I gasped out and bit my lip. “J-Jaehyun...Daddy..” I whispered moaned. He groaned while moving his hips in and out slowly. “Do you love Daddy? Forever?” He asked me with the still same regret in his voice.

I was in too much pleasure to talk about his tone. “Yes. I’m gonna always love you..” I said placing my hand on his cheek. He rocked his hips into mine faster, making me groan out. “I love you too Y/n..” He whispered looking in my eyes. We made love as the jet was now flying in the sky.

Jaehyun’s POV

I sighed out as I sat by the end of the bed. Y/n was now asleep behind me and it was night. How can I tell her this? This would break her, it would hurt her so much...My thoughts were cut off by my phone vibrating. I seen that it was Alexa calling me. I picked up the phone and answered. “Hello?” I said. “She wants to speak to you..” She said. “Go ahead.” I said. “Hi daddy.” I heard my daughter’s voice say.

“Hey baby, how are you?” I asked. “I’m okay..I miss you daddy.” She said. “I know baby, Daddy misses you too.” I smiled. “When will I see you again?” She asked me. I smiled at her words. “Soon baby. You will see daddy real soon.” I said. “Okay..I wove you. Do you wove me?” She asked. I shed a tear. “Daddy will always love you. No matter what happens.” I replied. I heard her give the phone back to Alexa. “Hey.” She said. “Yes?” I replied wiping my tear. “Why her?” She asked, knowing who she was talking about. “Alexa you have no right to ask me what’s going on in my life.” I said.

“But! She was pretty! Jaehyun! I was before her, and that crazy bitch of a wife you married! I have your daughter! You can’t tell me why you choose her?” She complained. “You sound pathetic, Alexa. We are over. It’s been three years now.” I said. “Does she call you Jaebear as well?! Did you beat her like you did me?!” “I did not beat you Alexa.” I growled. “Yes you did! You always did! Remember when I put you in jail for that?! Does she know that you’re a woman beater?!” She exclaimed.

I peeked over at Y/n to see her fast asleep still. I went upstairs and sat down. “Listen, don’t you dare talk about this shit in front of my daughter because I know she is still there. I turned my life around Alexa.” I said. “Did you really?! How about the time where you forced me to get pregnant with her, when I told you I didn’t want children! You forced me to get pregnant with Lia!” She cried.

I sighed. “Alexa stop it right now.” “No! I’m sick of this! Being under your spell like I wasn’t there before her! I am the first one! Before your bitch ass wife and my stupid ass sister!” She yelled. “WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT HER!” I yelled. “You must really love her...why can’t you love me Jaehyun?! Me?!”

“Because you were hell to me! In and out my wallet every night we slept together! And do you see the shit you’re putting me through right now?! Why do you wanna be in the picture soo badly again Alexa?!” I exclaimed. “I hate you..you make me sick!! You put me through hell! You hit me every damn day!” - “I only hit you twice Alexa and told I would never do it again.” - “I don’t remember none of that! You put me through so much shit..I HATE YOU!” - “I hate you too! Believe what you want, I care nothing for you anymore. I care for only my daughter.”

She went silent. I heard her walk away and close the door. She sighed. “Jae..you always know how to get me hot and bothered don’t you?” She said on the phone. I hear her unzip her pants. I sighed. “Alexa stop this right now.” I said. I heard her moan. “Please..say more harsh words to me. You know, your cruelty always got me wet..” She said.

“Alexa, I said to stop.” I growled. “Ooh growl again, come and hit me. You knew that turned me on too..” she moaned as she touched herself more. “Alexa, you’re fucking mental. You choose to fight with me every change you get and I’m sick of it..I will be coming for my daughter. We’re over.” I said. “Yet you’re still on the phone, listening to my wet pussy. Why don’t you hit me like you did before? You knew I liked it. Just pretend it’s Y/n. Pretend like you’re listening to her moans over the phone. Come and hit me Jae..put your hands on me.” She moaned.

I closed my eyes and sighed. “Okay Alexa. Listen to Daddy.” I said. “Mhm? What do you want me to do?” She asked. “Take the hand you’re touching yourself with and use that thumb to rub over your clit.” I instructed. She whined out as she did so. “What else?” She asked. “Now take your other and hang up the damn phone. I’ll see you in court when I get back.” I said. “Jae!” I hung up on her and walked back downstairs. I seen that Y/n was still asleep. I sighed and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry I’m putting you through this...” I whispered while rubbing her hair, shedding a tear. “Jae?” She called. “Yes baby?” He said. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” I asked. I quickly wiped my face. “No reason Princess. Just go back to sleep..” I said. She nodded. “Stay with me..” She mumbled as she pulled me towards her. I crawled in bed with her and let fall asleep on my chest. I stroked her hair as I looked out at the clouds and the stars and moon. I have my ex-wife trying to ruin me and Y/n’s life, I have my daughter to think about, and now Alexa is trying to come back and my past is trying to haunt me alive...Why did I do this? “How am I gonna do this?” I said to myself.

Your POV

I woke up from my slumber and turned around to see Jaehyun’s sweet smile. “Good Morning.” He said. I smiled and kissed his lips. “Good Morning.” I replied. “We’re here..” He said. I sat up in the bed. “Really?!” I exclaimed. “Mhm. Here put your clothes on.” He said handing me my sundress with my sandals. “Okay, let me go and brush my teeth.” I smiled running to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, washed my face and showered.

I got out of it and I put my dress on. I walked out of the bathroom to see Jaehyun dressed as well in some jeans, a button up shirt and a cap that was backwards. “Are you ready?” He asked me with a smile. I nodded. “Uh huh! Let’s go!” I said grabbing my bag. I figured all of our bags were in the car and we walked out of the plane.

We seen the driver and bodyguards fighting with some woman. “Let me go! I know him!” She yelled. “Stop.” Jaehyun said. The men pulled away and revealed the same girl who was there when we boarded the plane with a small girl in her arms. Jaehyun stopped dead in his tracks as if he just saw a ghost. “I told you Jae, you can’t just throw me away!” She yelled. She looked strung out on drugs.

“Jaehyun who is this?!” I exclaimed out of fright. “Hi daddy..” the little girl waved. “W-What?” I asked. Jaehyun looked over at me and then back at her. “Oh! I’m sorry we haven’t met, I’m Alexa! Yo-“ “Alexa.” Jaehyun said. I looked in between the both of them and seen that I favored her a little bit. “Why?! Just tell her! You’re so weak!” Alexa yelled.

“Tell me what?” I asked, lowly. “That your little boyfriend her was fucking-“ “Damn it Alexa shut the hell up!” Jaehyun yelled. “No! I’m not leaving! You need to spend time with your daughter anyways!” Alexa yelled. “D-Daughter?” I questioned. “Damn it Alexa, LEAVE!” Jaehyun yelled while losing his temper. “Daddy..Why are you yelling?” The little girl asked while frightened. Jaehyun sighed.

“Alexa give my damn daughter and leave.” Jaehyun said. He took the little girl from her arms. “Now leave.” He growled. She smirked. “You know I love this side of you Jae..” She said trying to feel on him. I step forward. “Just go...” I said. “Aww how cute you are-“ “Leave me the hell alone.” Jaehyun said. “Fine..but you will never forget me. Ever..” She said. She got in her car and pulled off from us. “Daddy..I’m hungry.” Little girl pouted. “Okay, we’re gonna go and get something for breakfast..” Jaehyun said.

I couldn’t register anything at this moment. A daughter? Alexa? What was she trying to tell me? I seen Jaehyun turn to me. “Y/n-“ “Don’t. I...can’t think right now..” I said. I got in the car and shut the door behind me. I heard him sigh and get in after me. I put on my seatbelt and looked out the window. He got in the car after me and put his daughter in the seat beside him. He buckled her up and himself in the seatbelts. “You can go.” He said to the driver. “Yes sir.” We drove off to a restaurant in silence. I couldn’t even stomach to look in his direction...

#jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #jaehyun nct #nct 127 smut #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct 127 #jaehyun #nct 127 x reader #nct ff #nct 127 ff #jaehyun ff

164 notes · View notes

bibislut · 3 years

Text

First Dance

Draco Malfoy is prepared for a night of polite conversation and catty gossip, all dressed up in designer clothes and glitzy jewelry. After all, that's what you get at a gala. What he is not prepared for, however, is Harry Potter saving him from his ex.

Words: 2148

Warnings: Strong Language

Read on Ao3 here

-------

Draco’s eyes widened, the minute movement the only break in his perfectly schooled stance. He watched Potter walk into the ballroom, as did everyone else, the whole room pausing for a moment to take in the Auror’s entrance. He was dressed well, the deep blue velvet blazer fitted perfectly to his torso, accompanied by matching black shirt and trousers. He looked incredible, as he always did in Draco’s opinion, a little nervous too, but his Gryffindor confidence shone through. Potter smiled politely at the waiter and took a flute of champagne off of the offered tray.

Pansy slinked in beside Draco, looping her arm through his. “The saviour returns.”

The blond had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at her dramatic words. “Indeed.” They had both bumped into Potter at work before, so it wasn’t as if he’d ever disappeared. The Gryffindor was simply more out of the spotlight these days. Draco flicked his eyes back to him. He had already been swarmed by nosy housewives and their adoring daughters. Poor bastard.

The slytherin took another sip of his scotch as he let his gaze drift around the room. The annual gala was held to raise money for orphaned wizard children, but many just used it as a way to show off their wealth by out-donating each other. At least the children would get something nice out of it, Draco thought. He stole another canapé from a waiter.

Pansy made a choking sound beside him, and he turned to see her staring down someone across the room. He followed her gaze, nearly choking himself.

Balveer was the latest of Draco’s romantic escapades, and held a striking resemblance to a certain navy-clad wizard across the room. He was sinfully gorgeous and sweet and kind - and did absolutely nothing to Draco’s heart. They had broken up a few weeks prior, and despite their relationship only lasting a few months it had been more than messy. It was safe to say that the man did not return Draco’s feelings of ‘only friends’.

“Shit.”

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.”

“I need another drink.” Draco groaned. He left Pansy’s side and began making his way through the crowd, worried Balveer would sense his gaze on him. A few feet away from the bar, someone backed into his path, and he nearly tripped. Draco grabbed onto the body for balance, looking up into the eyes of Harry Potter.

“Shit. Sorry, Malfoy.”

Draco released his grip like his hands had been scorched and ran them through his hair. “Potter.” He cleared his throat. “Please accept my apologies. I should have been watching where I was going.”

Harry tilted his head. “It’s fine, it was my fault anyway.” He looked down at Draco’s empty glass. “Let me get you a drink to say sorry.”

Draco offered him a polite smile. “It’s quite alright.”

“I insist.” Potter looked over his shoulder. “The bar’s just there, right?” He said, taking off with a wave of his hand.

Draco followed, his tall stance and cool looks hiding the knotted ball in his stomach. Was Harry Potter really about to buy him a drink? He wondered if Pansy could see him, pictured the shocked smirk on her face. She’d no doubt pester him for every single detail later, and there was no doubt he’d spill them all. If there was any of course; maybe Potter would just pass him his drink and leave.

“What do you want?” Potter sniffed the glass. “Scotch?”

Draco stood beside him, leaning casually on the bar. “You really don’t have to.”

“I want to.” The darker man shrugged, as if his words hadn’t just sent a jolt of lightning through the blond’s body. He wanted to?

Potter signaled to the waiter and ordered the same for himself. “You seemed in quite a rush.” He said nonchalantly.

“No, I did not.” There was no way he did, Draco thought, he was always in control.

“No you didn’t. But you almost barrelled me over, so you must have been quite determined to get here.”

“Since when were you so astute?”

“I’ve been working on it.” Potter had the audacity to smirk, and Malfoy’s heart nearly exploded. Merlin, he had a good mind to wipe that look off of his face.

He shook himself out of it as the server pushed their drinks towards them, he was going to end up making a complete fool out of himself, he could feel it. “It doesn’t matter.” Draco murmured, taking a sip of his drink. The familiar burn warmed his throat and eased his nerves.

“Well, whatever it was. I hope the scotch helps.” Potter chuckled and Draco found himself giving in to a small smile.

“It certainly will, as will the next one.” He drawled. How long could he put off talking to Balveer? Unless he found somewhere to hide, the answer was ‘not as long as he’d like’ - and Malfoys didn’t hide.

“I’ll let you into a secret.” Potter said quietly as he raised his glass to his lips. Draco watched him swallow and gulped. “The longer we talk, the longer I’m saved from talking to other people.” He whispered the words, his green eyes dancing with humour. “So please do me a favour and get it off your chest.”

Draco couldn’t help it; he let out a chuckle. “Since when am I your preferred match for conversation?”

“I don’t know. But you certainly make a change from these other posh gits - I can at least remember your name.”

Draco chuckled again. Who knew it would be so easy to talk to his ex-enemy? Sure, they hadn’t been at each other’s necks in a long time now, but still, banter? It was enough to make one’s head reel. “Let’s just say that there’s someone here tonight that I’d like to avoid.”

“Messy ex?”

Draco almost choked. “How did you know?”

“Really?” Potter asked. “Just a lucky guess.”

Draco grimaced internally. What was he doing? He shouldn’t be so obvious about his emo-

“Draco?”

The blond’s heart sunk, and he slowly turned his head, offering a politely surprised smile. “Balveer! What brings you here?”

“Mother insisted.” The man rolled his eyes playfully, before his face grew more serious. “I was wanting to talk to you.”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Draco ignored him, turning to Potter. “Harry this is Balveer, Balveer, this is Harry Potter.”

“Ah, excuse my rudeness, Mr Potter.” Balveer extended his hand.

“Not at all.” Potter smiled, shaking his hand. He pulled away and looped his arm through Draco’s.

Draco and Balveer both stared down at their linked arms, both as equally shocked. What on earth was Potter doing? The heat radiating from his was delicious and zapped any sense Draco had to pull away. In fact, he practically leaned into it.

“I really don’t mean to be rude, but Draco’s been promising me a dance and Merlin knows he’ll wiggle his way out of it if he can.” Harry chuckled, giving the Slytherin a playful smack on the arm.

Was he…flirting? No, he couldn’t be, surely? Draco flicked his gaze up to Harry’s eyes and found them eerily cool. The ball was in his court.

“Yes.” Draco turned to smile at Balveer. “I’m afraid I did promise.” He said apologetically.

“Lovely to meet you.” Potter nodded, half dragging Draco towards the dance floor. They left the poor man in shocked silence.

“What are you doing?” Draco hissed.

“Saving you.” Potter whispered back. “That was him, right? Your ex?”

“Yes, but-”

“So now he thinks you’re with me. Problem solved.”

“Problem solved? This creates a million more problems!”

“Not least, the fact that I can’t dance.”

“You can't..?” Draco pulled him to a stop. “You’re telling me that you just insinuated a made up relationship to my ex, practically promised him a show on the dance floor, whilst also telling the whole bloody world that you like men - which will be in the papers all year by the way; not least because you’re with me, just to save my embarrassment? And you can’t bloody dance?!”

“Well when you say it like that, it sounds badly-thought-out.”

“That’s because it is!”

“You’re going to cause a scene, Draco.” Harry hissed, stepping closer as the witches and wizards around them stopped to watch.

“It’s gonna be a bloody scene in a minute when the two of us show up, uncoordinated and gay!” He hissed back.

“Well, we can’t back out now! Let’s just get it over with.” Potter took his hand, and Draco lost all sense. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Ignoring the fact that his insanely hot crush was now holding his hand, he was about to go dance with him!

He must be dreaming, hallucinating, passed out drunk at home, because this could not be happening!

He followed Potter to the dance floor just as the faster waltz turned into a slow dance. At least they couldn't mess this up?

Draco leaned in close, taking Potter's hand and giving into the absurdity of the situation and the butterflies in his stomach. "Let me lead." He said lowly in his ear. The brunette nodded with a shiver, and Draco placed his hand on his hip.

He led them slowly in time to the music, the two not doing much more than swaying. He'd been dancing at events like these since he was young, and was moderately skilled. Potter on the other hand, kept narrowly avoiding stepping on his feet. Their bodies were pressed tightly together and the heat gave Draco tingles all over, the warmth spreading all over his body and leaking slowly downwards towards his groin.

He ignored the feeling, not wanting to embarrass himself further by revealing his feelings to the other man.

"I'm going to spin you now." He murmured.

"You're going to what?"

Draco didn't respond, stepping back and lifting his arm as Potter spun around. The other man let out a surprised chuckle and Draco found himself smiling. He brought them back together, pressing their bodies against each other once again. Potter smelt incredible, earthy and spicy, and Draco wondered if he could get drunk on his scent alone.

"I shouldn't be enjoying myself as much as I am." Potter conceded with a coy smile and Draco blushed deeper. What had the world come to? Was this really happening?

"Me neither." He whispered.

They moved together for another few moments, their breaths falling in sync, their faces close together as they watched each other, silver orbs staring into emerald ones. The two men lost themselves to the music, to the feel of each other. Draco felt like he was floating, like there was nothing in the world except for this completely insane, yet perfectly sweet, moment. Finally, the music came to a close. They broke apart, joining in the applause for the musicians.

In the heat of the moment, neither had bothered to look at anyone else; too absorbed in each other. Prying eyes and low whispers followed them as they moved to the edge of the dance floor, and Harry worried at his lip.

"Don't tell me you're regretting your decision."

"Not as much as I should be." The darker man leaned in close and Draco got another whiff of his intoxicating scent. "I had too much fun."

Draco gave him a shy smile. "Let's get a drink."

They moved through the crowd, followed by those endless whispers, and Draco spotted Pansy waiting at the bar with a smirk. "Good evening, gentlemen." She nudged their two abandoned drinks towards them, having obviously been watching their interaction with Balveer. "Quite a show you put on."

"He's always known how to do that." Replied Potter.

"Says you, saviour boy."

"My, my. Such amorous flirtation. One would think you'd been doing this for say, a few weeks now." Pansy smiled devilishly. "Or at least that's what I told Balveer when he asked."

"You didn't." Draco stuttered. Why did he have such meddlesome friends?

"What was I supposed to say?"

"She’s got a point." Potter raised his glass towards her.

"Thank you."

"Merlin, I cannot be dealing with you two teaming up against me." Draco groaned.

Pansy smirked at him, picking up her wine glass. "I shall leave you two to it then."

The two men watched her walk away before Draco turned back to Harry, suddenly anxious. What would happen now?

"Want to get out of here?"

Draco actually choked on his drink this time. Potter patted his back with a laugh.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I meant we should get away from all these eyes and go do something less… on show. More relaxed. We could go for a pint? Or a coffee?"

Draco shook his head with disbelief. “This is not how I thought things would go tonight.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s a yes.”

#draco malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy x harry potter #draco x harry #drarry #fic #oneshot #fake relationship #dancing #slow dance

20 notes · View notes

aarongoldenwrites · 4 years

Text

Alright. Get ready for a trip. I'm gonna go point by point through this because I'm obsessed with these games, I dig the real world connotations, and the new trailer just dropped and I haven't played any DA since the flood. So...

We need to start with a discussion of Solas in general. He's Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf. He fought against institutionalized and systemic slavery, freed his people, and fought alone against corrupt being powerful enough to be considered gods (and they are the old gods of the Tevinter Imperium, I believe, but that's a whole other thing). He created the veil and imprisoned the gods, possibly in Black City, and doing so nearly killed him and sent him into a thousand year coma. He didn't understand the consequences of his actions, but he trusted people enough not to mess it up further.

And then he woke up.

Let us start with the Qun. The Qun is fascism. Individual Qunari are fascinating individuals, especially when they are removed from the Qun as a whole – Sten and the Iron Bull being our prime examples. But everything we know about them paints them as fanatics that torture mages and lobotomize anyone that doesn't accept their philosophy. Their entire culture is systemic slavery, which is the very thing Solas opposed. Of course he hates them.

There's two instances that can change his mind: one is a possible Qunari Inquisitor, but your Inquisitor is Vashoth (edit 2020/09/03: as noted by @felassan -- thanks!), someone who was never part of the Qun. He's not been awake long enough to see it, and it shocks him out of binary thinking. He's apologizing badly, because he's personally a social disaster who doesn't know how to people (and we'll get to that). The second is if you choose to save the Chargers; Solas turns around on the Bull instantly, shows genuine concern towards him, and helps him deal with Fade-related PTSD.

In fact, all he ever wants to do is teach. If he comes out and says he's Fen'Harel people are going to assume he's a crackpot, but I think Solas, as a persona, is actually who he is. He jokes with the Bull and Blackwall about his Fade knowledge, and offers them both knowledge on how to kill fade spirits more efficiently. All three of them respect one another as soldiers. He compares knowledge of magic and history with Dorian, Cassandra seeks his opinion on organization and faith, Josephine appreciates his insight, Leliana asks his advice, and Varric and he chatter and shoot the shit.

He constantly tries to teach or learn. The only two people he has issues with are Sera and Vivienne, and even there he tries to offer advice and wisdom as best he's able. Sera can't stand him because she hates elves, and Viv is a victim of the Circle and can't imagine a world without an entrenched power structure, regardless of how many people it hurts.

And I suppose that's a thing a lot of people have trouble with when it comes to Solas: he tells you straight out at the end of Trespasser that he's going to tear down the Veil and destroy the world as we know it. And that's terrible. That's destroying a world state and trying to return thing to how they were, kind of like how the Inquisitor and Dorian reset time in Redcliffe. I mean, that world was a hellscape where everything you ever cared about was dead or corrupted, and fixing it was the right call. It's not at all like how the world Solas wakes up to is a hellscape where everything he ever cared about was dead or corrupted. Fixing it is the right call?

And we could argue that the future that we averted was a monstrous place, but how does Solas see his own world? His people worship the slavers he defeated and die with a terrible frequency. Elves die and face fates that are about as terrible as that faced by mages; he's fucked coming and going. And we know he went to the Dalish and tried to talk to them and they attacked him. Why wouldn't they? He knows about what's happening outside of the Plato's cave that the Dalish are dying in.

His actions are going to kill thousands. His actions are going to save millions. The Dalish are dying in droves and the city elves are going to follow. Giving them a fighting chance at survival means reminding them who they are.

He also tells us that waking up was like “swimming in tranquil”. I think creating the Veil crippled the elves in some way, and he's not trying to give them magic so much as he's trying to heal them of a disease he inadvertently created. And while I know it's hard to take him at his word, it shouldn't be: he lies by omission once (about being Fen'harel, as we've covered the reasons why already), and lies directly twice.

After Orlais, he talks about how much he missed intrigue and court. If you ask him about this, he stumbles and you get disapproval – the only time you get disapproval for asking him a question. He lets his guard down around you and still doesn't know what to do.

The last time is in Crestwood and only happens if you romance him. He's about to tell you who he is and he chickens out and tells you about the slave marks on your face instead. Because – and this is the important thing – he cares. He's viciously selfless; he doesn't believe he deserves happiness and he can't imagine a world where he can save his people and be happy.

Make no mistake: the elves are threatened with extinction with the world as it is. The city elves in Origins are blamed when they react to some of their number being raped and killed by human nobles. The Dalish in Origins can be wiped out by the werewolves. The Dalish in Awakening are wiped out regardless of what you do. The Dalish in DA2 can be wiped out in Act 3. The city elves in Kirkwall are hunted for sport, see their children kidnapped and raped before being murdered, are locked away and left to burn whenever there's any problem at all. Three different Dalish clans can be wiped out in Inquisition, and it's so easy for Lavellen to lose her clan.

The status quo is killing the elves. It is wiping them out. This is an existential threat that no one is doing anything about, except Solas.

He's also lonely.

He says he was derided by his enemies also when he offered to share his knowledge of the Fade. We took this to mean the Dalish before Trespasser, but given who he is, we can speculate that he's talking about the old elven gods. But if his enemies derided them, that means his allies did, too. His old allies still saw him as a madman and a fool, probably because he was one man standing against an empire. He clearly couldn't trust anyone in the old days, and even tells Sera he had to sacrifice some of those closest to him for fear of betrayal.

Consider that the Inquisition was the first time he had friends. No one knows him as anything other than the elven apostate hobo with bad fashion sense and a weird relationship with spirits, but, as mentioned, he has mostly good relationships with everyone. People rely on him. They like him. Lavellan potentially loves him, and he loves her.

You change his mind on the Qunari race (but not their culture). You show him that he was wrong and he accepts that with good grace and moves on; he keeps coming to the Inquisitor afterwards because he respects you and he does not want to do what he sees as the only way to avoid genocide. I don't think he ever stops feeling bad about any of the things he's gotten wrong; he wears his mistakes like a chain and tries to do better, never stops trying to do better, but his perspective and capability are so much greater than anything the Warden, the Champion, or even the Inquisitor currently understands.

And I wouldn't be surprised if we get a chance to fold him back into the party at some point. I think the actual villain of the series lies with the monsters the Evanuris fought against and were corrupted by.

I think the actual villains are the Forgotten Ones, and I think they are the Blight, and I think they are what lies in the corruption we know as Red Lyrium.

111 notes · View notes

btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years

Text

Do Me

Summary: You hate each other but there’s something just so sexy about him.

Words: 4.9k

Pairing(s): Hoseok x (female) Reader, Slight Jin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: First Person POV, mature language, sexual humor, graphic sexual descriptions, the sex feels kinda real, reader doesn’t say it but it looks like she’s a virgin, mentions of open relationships, this entire story is literally a buildup to a gangbang also kinda badly written but that’s the charm

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

He glared at me as I ran across the field, my shorts riding up my thighs and flashing him quite a bit of skin. I knew what he wanted, it was clear that he wanted to get me angry too.

Hoseok and I share a complicated relationship. He pushes, I pull. We’ve been at odds with each other since we met in ninth grade Algebra, as he was cocky since he knew he was the best looking boy in our grade. However, I never succumbed to his charms. I knew he was good looking, obviously, but he had a rotten attitude.

We became something like friends, since he was newly single and looking for a new girlfriend, and he naturally attached himself to me. Things were steady for a while but it changed after my 18th birthday. He had a girlfriend at the time and he opted to ditch my birthday party for her.

The next day when I went back to school, I confronted him and poured my heart out to him. He ended the conversation, telling me his true feelings,

“I would’ve come but I wasn’t free! We would’ve had a blast together.” He looked visibly hurt and I could feel my face burning up. I sighed, turning away from him and sitting down in my own desk as he continued staring at me with those ice-cold grey eyes.

He returned my attitude with his own sour mood, reverting back to his older, fuckboy self. I hated him passionately, saving my tears for another guy who deserved them. I started dating his best friend, ironically.

We had to force a mutual tolerance for each other, he had to grimace as I greeted him “hello” every day at lunch and whenever he left, we made conversation. It went a little something like this:

“So how was your day?”

“You and I will never be friends.”

“I just asked you how you were doing, geez.” And then we would go back to our phones, pretending like nothing happened as Danny returned.

We broke up a little over a month ago but something definitely changed between me and Hoseok again. We hated each other, but with every eye roll and glare, there was tension.

I couldn’t believe it, but every time he yelled in my face, I got wet. I started thinking of him whenever I masturbated, his lips on my clit, or his cock rubbing against my thighs, and how warm he’d feel against my cold skin.

I never told him about my fantasies, instead channeling all my anger at him, till it reached him directly.

Currently, we were in gym class and we haven’t said a word to each other. He slipped a note into my hand, just as we were about to go change. I read in his messy handwriting “Meet me in the boys locker room after everyone leaves.”

I waited, making sure there were no teachers or students in the proximity before sneaking into the boys locker room through the unlocked connected door that the teachers seemingly forgot to lock.

When I slipped into the room, Hoseok was half naked, wearing only his pants as he smirked in my direction. I grit my teeth seeing his cocky grin and wanting to slap him silly but also wanting to kiss those soft lips and run my fingers through his hair. The connection between us was an unexplainable one. I was angry at him, but at the same time I wanted to get railed by him.

“What do you want?” I hiss, as he backs me into a locker.

“Why do you think I asked you to meet me alone?”

“I don’t know...” He grunts, caging me against a wall as I suck in a deep breath, trying to control my wild heartbeat.

“Don’t play coy with me, missy.” I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes at him.

“You don’t scare me.”

“I was just gonna apologize.”

“For what?” When I turned back to look at him, he was inches away from me, his lips above mine. They were juicy and plump and I know I couldn’t resist any longer.

“For this,” He gives me the satisfaction of feeling those lips, his breath fanning across my face as the lights suddenly went out in the room and we were left in darkness. “Damn motion sensors. Now come on, let me take you home.” Normally I’d argue with him but I was too tired to put up a fight this time. Luckily since gym was the last class of the day, I could go straight home to shower. The school shower rooms would require me to shower and change all at the same time but going home would mean only showering and changing then taking a nap without worrying about classes afterwards.

“We’re here.” When I open my eyes after five minutes, Hoseok has pulled up in front of my house.

I thank him curtly before walking back home with my head hung low. What’s wrong with me? He waits for me to go inside before pulling back out the driveway and retreating to his own home.

As I laid in my bed recounting the days events, I wondered what the hell I was thinking, kissing him like that.

I touched my lips again, feeling the familiar warmth arise in my chest as I take in a deep breath. I pull the covers over me and I decided to sleep on it.

The next day isn’t much better. Hoseok hasn’t said a word to me and I haven’t really talked to him either. I finally swallowed my pride during lunch, approaching him with a heavy heart.

“You know, it’s funny that we...yesterday...” Suddenly I can’t seem to find the words after looking into his deep grey eyes. He looks a lot more different today.

“Can we forget about it? I screwed up,” He sighs as I lean against the window next to me, watching him curiously as he turns to me with a red apple in hand. “I only asked you to meet me yesterday so we could talk about the elephant in the room.”

“Which might be...?” I urge him to continue but he just grunted before kicking the wall behind him and avoiding my gaze once more.

“Just drop it.” I step in front of him, blocking him from running away. He looked up at me with those same eyes which get me every time, and all was lost again.

“Tell me, what did you really want to talk to me about?” He clenched his jaw, leaning in close, lips only millimeters away from my mouth.

“I want you.” I surprised myself by what I said next.

“Then come get me.” I walked away without saying much else, impressing myself with how bold I acted with Hoseok, my sworn enemy. Furthermore, was he seriously courting me? We hate each other. I don’t understand why he’s intent on getting into my pants. His hands probably don’t satisfy him anymore.

“What’s up with you?” One friend of mine asks as I walk back to the lunch table empty handed.

“Hoseok.” I reply with a small smile.

“I thought you guys weren’t friends anymore. What did he want?” She asks, not really prying but still interested enough to ask.

“Homework, or something like that.”

“Oh my god, speaking of homework, earlier this boy in my physics class said something sexist.”

“What did he say?” Judging by her tone, he really pissed her off.

“He said us girls are like homework, guys just do us.” I raise an eyebrow, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Wow, he said that?”

“Yeah. And he’s not just any guy, he’s a freshman, his name was Jungkook.” I slap a hand on my cheek in shock.

“The basketball player who got into the varsity team after trying out?”

“That’s the one.” She chatters on about how annoying he acts and then moves onto her boyfriend, Jin. He’s handsome, smart, and very charming. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s gay but he has dispelled the rumors himself. He was seen kissing a guy at a rave but he denied everything and said he was experimenting.

Jin is an interesting character, but even so he’s too good to be true. Much better than Hoseok, that’s for sure.

“Hey Y/N.” He makes his way over to me after his girlfriend leaves to go buy a parfait.

“Hi Jin.” I wave at him, not keeping my gaze on him any longer than I should. It would be highly inappropriate if I showed more interest in my friend’s boyfriend, especially since he was a known player.

“So I was planning on throwing a little after party for the team this weekend, and I was wondering if you would come?” I shrug as his lips curl up into an attractive smile. My heart is racing at the speed of light, but I didn’t want to lose my cool in front of him just yet.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I could introduce you to some of my friends. You’re a pretty girl, and I’m sure you get asked out all the time. It’s a shame you’re single, though.” I cross my arms as he flatters me, sitting on the edge of my seat as this gut feeling tells me to run away. I don’t want to run, there is nothing threatening about Jin in the slightest. I’m just intimidated.

“Okay, sure.” So maybe things didn’t go as planned. If things go well enough at the party, on the upside I could end up meeting the love of my life.

“I’ll ask Bae to send you the details.”

“Hey.” He stands in front of me, sweat dripping off his forehead as he dabs his face with a towel.

“Hey yourself.” I give Hoseok a forced smile before walking over to the cooler to refill my water bottle.

“Spring ended pretty quickly, didn’t it?” He tries to keep the conversation going but I’m too focused on the game to care.

“I guess. Oh, the other team made it!”

“You like basketball?” He scans the boys first before turning back to me.

“It’s fun. What’s it to you? Aren’t you supposed to be running track?”

“I am, well I was. It started raining outside and coach made us run laps around the gym section. Yep, I ran 103 laps.” I smirk, pulling his towel off his shoulder.

“You might want to get back in there. I can already hear the coach screaming for you to get back to the upper gym.” His nose scrunches up as he looks at his watch in disdain.

“Oh shit, I was supposed to be there like 5 minutes ago. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye.” I wave him off, tossing the towel into the nearest laundry bin I could find.

After the basketball team wins with a solid 21 points in the lead, we all head down to Jin’s house to celebrate. It felt awkward at first, since I was invited by Jin but he was hanging out with his girlfriend the entire time and I was third wheeling, but by the time I had the fourth drink, it was perfect.

Jin’s hand is on my shoulder as I tell him things that people with only crude humor understand, and while Bae was busy in the bathroom, I got introduced to Jungkook, the star player and his equally bitchy girlfriend, Raini.

“Hey guys, it’s been a long day but I think we ought to play some 7 minutes in heaven, don’t you think?” I hold up my coke can as one of the players makes a suggestion.

“Wait, aren’t some of you guys in relationships?” Raini and Bae have similar reactions, as they step forward out of the small crowd of people, sitting by my side while stroking my hair (and making me uncomfortable if I might add) and complimenting my lip tint.

“We’re both in open relationships, me and my boyfriend are like this so we won’t let anything like sex get in the way of our romance.” I scratch my head as Raini puts her fingers together, not really reassuring me since her nails were longer than my legs and she clearly didn’t give a fuck about who her boyfriend was sticking his cock inside.

“I’m not in a relationship, but I do know that if I was it would probably be closed.” I lunge forward, catapulting myself off the couch as I try running anywhere they aren’t. These girls are intimidating, they aren’t ashamed of their sexual ambitions and they were open to anything. Whereas, I wouldn’t be caught dead with a boy in bed. Sex makes me flustered, what can I say?

“Hey, where are you going cutie? The party’s barely started.” Jungkook suddenly had his arms around me, his body stinking of cologne and sweat. I expected a citrus scent from him since that’s what all the girls who slept with him said but instead I was met with a nasty odor that clogged up my nose.

“Jungkook, stop being such a dick. Can’t you see she doesn’t want to hang out with you?” When I met eyes with Hoseok again, I knew I couldn’t let him go again. I need to have him at my fingertips, preferably under me because I wanted to take control. I want to do to him what he did to me.

“Oh sorry man, didn’t know she was your girl. I was under the impression that you two hated each other,” Jungkook stares straight ahead, searching his eyes for an answer. When Hoseok grips my hand and I don’t say a word, Jungkook backs away. “Alright, be that way. Just don’t come bitchin’ to me when she messes up your shit again.” Jungkook pushed past Hoseok as I stood behind him, pondering what he could have possibly meant by me “messing his shit up.” He might have liked me in the past. Just when I thought I had him all figured out, he goes and pulls this on me.

“Hoseok, wait,” I stop him before he tries walking away. “What did Jungkook mean?”

“I don’t have time for this.” He sighs, trying to push past me as I block the way again.

“Please tell me the truth.”

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” My heart stops when he closes in on me, kissing me softly as I sigh into his lips.

“That’s all, isn’t it? Tell me, do you feel the same way I do?” I ask as we break the kiss.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He gives me a heart-shaped smile, pulling me into an empty bedroom. He kissed me with more passion this time, his lips practically glued to mine as he pushed me down on the bed. He crawls over me, trapping my body with his. I want this. I feel every fiber of my being heat up with lust, all because of him. Why does he have to be so freaking sexy? “Are you sure about this?” He asks as I pull off my top and kick off my pants. Lips parted as he stared at me in awe, he waited for me to answer. He already had his shirt off, so I had trouble concentrating on what he had to say because he looked yummy.

“Yes.” I pull him down on top of me for a kiss, gasping a bit from the bone crushing weight of his torso as he rests his body on mine momentarily.

“Sorry, almost blacked out there for a second.” He smirks at me as I shake my head.

“It’s no problem, princess.” He nips my lower lip slightly before moving down to my neck, leaving kisses as he tosses my bra aside.

“Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” I smacked my lips together, giggling as my lip gloss was smeared all over his face from our sloppy kisses. I feel a string of saliva dribble down my chin as he unbuckles his pants.

“Can I suck you off first?” I feel shy all of a sudden, and considering that I was more naked than he was at the moment, it doesn’t really add up.

“Of course, sweetheart,” His eyes wander down my figure as I crawl to the edge of the bed, blushing as I see his hard-on. “Now don’t go getting all shy on me, babe. Why don’t you start by opening your mouth and you can suck the tip first?” The tip, right. I was completely inexperienced with anything sex-related. Hoseok gently caressed my hair, sucking in a breath as I brought my lips down and closed my mouth around his shaft, slowly falling into a rhythm as he parts his lips, rocking his hips forward, now thrusting his hard cock into my mouth every once in a while, the head twitching and jerking with Hoseok’s spasms.

“Shit,” He groans, watching me as I gag a bit on his dick. My ear throat burns but an overwhelming feeling of lust clouds my vision. I made him weak. “You’re so good at this, baby,” I continue sucking his cock, taking him deeper in my mouth once I get the hang of it. I was bobbing my head up and down in a repetitive motion, watching him with wondrous eyes as he releases the most delicious noises. I feel more dominant, reducing the Hoseok Jung into nothing more but a moaning mess of pleasure. “Move further down, the base...ahhhh that’s more like it.”

“Are you cumming?” I giggle as he rolls his hips forward, feeling my head between his legs as gently as possible.

“If you keep at it, yeah. I will.”

“In my mouth?” His jaw drops open as I pout, looking up at him with a twinkle of mischief in my eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I just thought—”

“I was kidding. But I’m not a fan of the taste.” I smack my lips, managing to swallow a bit of the residue.

“Same here. I think cum tastes disgusting but eating pussy is what I’m best at.” I raise a brow at him as he starts bragging about his skill. There he goes again, gloating about something in my face as we’re in the middle of a moment. It’s ridiculous, he just won’t stop being annoying. So, I decided to amp up my game. Feeling the lightbulb go off above my head, I look up at him as his dick goes limp in my hands.

“Quiet. Why don’t you do something useful with your mouth for once in your life and just get on your knees, bitch?” He winced, giving me that look most boys give me when I’ve said something outrageous. I might have gone overboard with calling him a bitch, but as far as insults go, it’s not my worst.

“Whoa, you could’ve said it nicely. If you wanna get eaten out, all you gotta do is ask, baby.” I smirk, pushing my thighs together as Hoseok reaches down to grab my throbbing clit.

“Don’t call me “baby.” I’m not yours, I’m my own person,” He yanks his hand free, staring at my clear fluids coating his fingertips as I cross my legs. “I guess the toy became the player. Come here.”

“What’s up with you?” Hoseok asks as he crawls between my legs.

“I was just trying something but I didn’t like it. Got me feeling tight.” Hoseok lets out a chuckle as I tell him what was bugging me earlier.

“That’s a good feeling. It means you’re enjoying yourself.”

“No, it’s not. I called you a bitch and disrespected you by calling you a player. I’m sorry that I’m like this.”

“Hey, what’s gotten into you?” His soft voice makes my heart flutter. He’s speaking to me in such a soothing voice and with a buttery tone that just makes me want to suck his cock all day. Damn, I’m horny.

“I just want this to be perfect, for both of us.”

“It’s already perfect.” He kisses the back of my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine after. Our palms were sweaty and sticky, and my breath smells nasty. I should have brought some gum.

“Please continue. I won’t stop you,” We share a smile as Hoseok brings his tongue down to lick my clit, finally reaching my bud as he kisses my pussy with the utmost care. He makes sure not to accidentally bite me, his lips massaging my heat as pleasure overtakes me and I feel a strange sensation like I’m about to explode. But it’s not like peeing, it just feels very good.

“Hoseok!” I call out his name once as he slurps me up with his pink tongue, now with his lips barely even grazing the surface, as his tongue does most of the work, from the inside. I can feel him, my nipples hardened the moment his mouth touched my pussy. I felt close. Whatever that meant. When I started tensing up, instead of stopping me, he started rubbing his nose against my pussy, thrusting his slick tongue into me at a quick pace. “I’m gonna cum!” I cry as his tongue dances across my labia, and I gasp out of shock and relief after the cum spews all over his face.

A knock on the door interrupts us as Hoseok pulls away from my wet heat and he gets up, sighing as I cover myself with the blankets, still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm.

“You can’t be up here. I get that you’re trying to enjoy the moment but my sheets are new and I’d rather not put them in the laundry right away.”

“I didn’t think you’d kill the mood so quickly, Jin,” Hoseok seems to have a silent stare down with the boy as he stands at the doorway, peering into the room with prying eyes. “I’ll be back.” Hoseok tells me, shutting the door and stepping out in nothing but his boxers.

It was getting cold, without his warmth and pleasurable tongue disappearing between my folds once again as promised.

“What took you so long?” I ask when he finally comes back after 10 minutes.

“Sorry. Just needed to sort some stuff out with the boys.”

“What?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter now. Jin said he’s okay with us doing it on his bed.”

“Well now I just feel bad. Come on, at least fuck me on the rug.” Hoseok smirks as I lower my ass to the ground, leaning forward as he gets behind me.

“If you’re sure about this…”

“What are you talking about? My ass is literally—Oh, OH.” I choke back my tears as he splits my pussy in half. I felt an excruciating pain first before I was wet enough to the point where he could slide right in.

“Fuck yes.” Hoseok’s sloppy thrusts get smoother over time as I loosen up, it feels more amazing as he fucks me harshly, his testes slapping against my ass and all. I felt my core clench all of a sudden, and an all-too familiar feeling creeping up on me again.

“Hobi…”

“I know, baby.” He gropes my boobs as he kisses my neck, sliding his warm hands down my entire body as I bounce back on his dick from an odd angle. He was currently holding my arms back, like reigns as I used gravity to propel myself back on his dick and he pushed his body forward to collide with mine. Our skin made a hard clapping sound, like how skin sounds when you smack it really hard or something.

“I’m a little sore now, fuck my life.” I curse as the back of my thighs clench from being smacked against Hoseok’s toned ones. This man has some rock hard muscles.

“That’s a little ironic, considering that I’m actually fucking you right now.”

“Hoseok, I’m actually in pain, can't you just help me out just this once?” He sighs, pulling out of me as I moan from the sudden loss of his dick. Who knew I was such a whore for cock?

“Get on the bed.”

⚠️

When I saw him for the first time after our lustful tousle in Jin’s bedroom, he evaded my gaze. I took things in my own hands by texting him to meet me in the locker room after everyone left. I had my doubts at first, but after I heard the heavy footsteps, I felt reassured.

Hoseok was avoiding me.

“What’s your deal?” I ask as he rubs his neck, sweat dripping down his forehead despite him having showered and smelling daisy fresh.

“I dunno.” He avoids my gaze again, and finally losing my last nerve, I slam him against the lockers, just like he did to me when we were first in here.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Hoseok. I don’t appreciate when guys fuck me and then leave me hanging the next day at school. We’re friends, right? What’s got you so shaken up?”

“It’s the...agreement I made with Jin.” I keep my arms on either side of him as he gulps anxiously, his Adam’s apple shining as he swallows his saliva.

“What’s the agreement about?”

“He asked me...for a turn.” I back away from him, dropping my arm back to my side.

“So you agreed to pimp me out just to fuck me in Jin’s bed?”

“No, I was gonna take it back but he said that I can’t go back on my word or he would tell everyone that we were..” Hoseok sounded ashamed. He didn’t want any rumors of us and the worst part is that he didn’t even tell me about this stupid deal.

“You know what, this isn’t your problem anymore.”

“What?” He asks as I pick up my bag.

“If you’re embarrassed of me I’ll just go fuck your friends. At least they aren’t afraid of a little pussy.”

“I’m not afraid! And how are you gonna do that? You were extremely shy with me.” He folds his arms, expecting me to run back to him. But I won’t give him the satisfaction, oh no. I’m going to do as I said and fuck Jin. Bae said she was in an open relationship with him anyways, so it doesn’t matter.

“Watch me. You’re totally invited, but I won’t be sucking your dick along with theirs.” I leave him alone in the locker room, taking a pack of gum with me before meeting up with Jin.

“Hey you, I just wanted you to meet the boys before we got started. And in case you want to see any tests we’re all clean and everything is back at Jungkook’s place. His parents own this cool pool house which is five times bigger than my entire house and you’ve been there before so it’s safe to say that you’ll be in good hands.” Jin puts an arm around my shoulder as we walk out to his car.

“Will Hoseok be there too?”

“Yep, and just so he doesn’t break the no-touching rule, we’re tying his arms behind his back and only letting him out to use the bathroom and stroke his dick. It’s gonna be painful!”

“Sweet. What about the ceiling silks, and rope bounds, gag balls?” I ask.

“Whoa, slow down. We’re not going full BDSM, just some aspects,” I raise an eyebrow at Jin. “Not in front of the whole school, freaky nerd girl.”

“Could a nerd do this in public?” I place my leg strategically between his legs, resting it on his hardening cock as he groans, blushing a bright red as students passing by whisper and laugh at him as he nearly cums in his pants.

“Okay, release, release! Sorry for calling you a nerd. You’re actually pretty cool, Princess.” I giggle, surprising him with my boldness as I did something so rash in public. After having sex with Hoseok, it’s safe to say that I’m a changed woman.

“Hey!” I say in a warning tone. “Call me that again.” He smirks at me with a familiar look on his face. As we walked off together, Hoseok watched us and when he thought I wasn’t watching, Jin gave him the middle finger. Looks like I stumbled into the middle of something I wasn’t supposed to know about.

End Note: Read second part here

#hoseok x reader #fuckboy hobi #Smut #bts #bts hoseok #hoseok smut #hoseok fanfic #jhope x reader #jhopeff #bts fanfiction #hoseok imagine #seokjin #jin #jungkook #bts jhope

23 notes · View notes

ziracona · 4 years

Note

On a scale of one to ten (one is your screwed and ten is your gonna destroy them) how would you do in a fight against the dead by daylight killers. First rules though. 1. No prep for either side (suck it Danny) 2. No guns! Only weapons found around your house. 3. It's to the death one being leaves an that's it. 4. No help from friends or pets. 5. Whether legion is four teens or just one combined is up to you.

Uhh, this depends drastically on if you mean I one v one every one of them, or if I’m trying to fight a mob. Because if it’s me vs all of them, I’d just die. Like I’m sure I’d have decent odds of killing at least one, maybe two, and taking them with me. But I’m not John Wick—I cant 1v23 a bunch of armed people with some degree of experience with their weapons given no prep time, allies, or special weapons to save me. I like basically anyone else die sadly to the mob.

If this is one v one though, bc it’d be hard to get them all to work together anyway, and that’s the only way like anyone stands a chance?

Evan: I give me 50-50 odds. He’s way bigger than me and his weapon has a longer reach than any known, even the swords. I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet though. I feel like I have about a 50% chance of living or dying (I’m getting gravely injured regardless), but if I die, I am taking him with me, 80% chance. I was not always proficient at winning fights, but I was very good at not losing them. I’ve been known for taking a sword to get a kill hit at cons a lot. I give me a 6 at simultaneous KO or victory.

Philip I refuse to kill. Even if he was trying to kill me. I would defend myself though. Much bigger threat than Evan to me because I /don’t/ want to hurt him at all, which puts me at disadvantage and liable to freeze up or make mistakes even trying to deal nonlethal damage, he’s bigger and taller than me so height and weight advantage, and I don’t have long enough weapons to help me overcome that, plus on top of that, he’s a tactical fighter, which is what I am. And I think it’s harder to beat someone at your and their own game than just to beat another style most of the time. I mean skill is skill in any area, but I’d take a really strong tank in a fight rather than a planner any day of the week. I think he’s smart, probably smarter than me under pressure, definitely more experienced, and would kick my ass tactically if his heart was in it. If it wasn’t though, I’d have a chance to catch him off guard. I think Vs Philip I get one chance to use a tricky move, and if I mess that up, I die. If I do it right, maybe I can knock him out. It’s a one shot long shot at disadvantage. I give me a 4 if his heart isn’t in it, 3 if it is.

Hillbilly has a chainsaw and hammer, but those are both unwieldy and slow weapons. I’m faster than him, and I’m willing to get hurt. Also he’s killed a lot, but he’s not a /fighter/, which gives me an edge. Being tactical works really well vs someone whose edge is brute force. And he doesn’t have as massive a height or strength advantage. I also have tricks and home court advantage. So long as I don’t fuck up, I give myself an 8.5.

Sally isn’t that scary. I would try to incapacitate her. I feel I could easily take her as a ghost or a person. I have good ghost fighting supplies, salt, chalk, talismans, knowledge. I’m prepared for this. I think I’m coming in for this one at a solid 10.

Michael Myers would kill me. I mean, he’s got like X-Man semi invincibility, good skills, and I don’t really want to kill him. I’d try to talk him down while defending myself. I’d probably fail, but I’d try. Best case scenario I get him to hesitate, but also I’m being generous and giving me a 12% chance of that. Realistically, best case is I pull out a rug, trip him, and temporarily escape. A fight in an enclosed space, most likely outcome is I try and fail to talk him down, and I die. I feel very sure I cannot take him in a fight unless Ishtar herself blesses me with god like abilities. I’m probably dead. At least it would be quick. I give me a 1.6.

Lisa is tiny and not that strong. I could easily break her little glass bones. I’m taller and stronger than her, and she had worse weapons than me. I would try not to kill her though—just incapacitate. I feel I could do this while sustaining only minor wounds. Not to give you a look beyond weird ghost shit into my personal arsenal, but I definitely have supplies for that. I give me a 10.

Herman is tall and strong but he’s not a fighter. He’s a scientist. I’ve been shocked before, and I know what to expect from him. He’s getting blasted by a power washer at range until his weird face apparatus comes off and he’s down and out. I have more precise weapons than him and can easily neutralize his abilities and turn them against him. Also have rubber to wear. He’s big though, so for that alone I give me a 9.6 in case I mess up.

Anna would destroy me. She’s good at ranged weapons, I am not. I would try to look as young as possible and convince her in my very bad but slowly improving baby Russian to please have mercy on me. We’re back to the Michael scenario where I know I have no chance of normal survival and would have to try and talk my way out. My odds are higher here though. I’m pretty cute and I know a little Russian. I give me a 4. But the 4 is not me winning it’s my odds of surviving through begging for my life. She’d kick my ass in a fight.

Bubba isn’t that good at fighting and has a big and cumbersome, if scary, weapon. I feel I could easily use terrain, weapons, and strategy to my advantage and kill him, unless I’m in a place with no terrain or furniture. In which case it’d be a lot worse for me. If I was not, though, I give me a solid 9.6 at owning that fight. I have a good throwing arm and plenty of stuff that can blind a foe, and a lot of weapons. A lot of weapons.

Freddy. Okay this is hard. I know how to kill him about as well as anyone does? So comparatively my odds are good? But. Also he’s a demon and a bit of a heavyweight in this arena. Sadly. If we’re in-realm rules, I have a /very/ good chance of kicking his ass. Give me a 10 to win, although I might not survive either. Probably would. If he’s like /film/ loadout? I give me more like a 6. It would be a battle, but I have a lot of knowledge and determination. Also I’m taller than him and bigger and could break his arms.

Amanda. Easy fam, that’s a 10. No, 11. Injured recently drugged Eric Matthews almost kicked her ass while toting a smashed foot. She’s like, 5 foot 1 and 30 pounds underweight. It’s not gonna be hard at all.

Kenneth I give me a 10 too. Easy fam. Even if he gets realm rules where he’s not tripping balls on his own drugs, I know what he’s got. I’ve got better weapons, I’m young, fast, strong, and smarter. I hold my breath, and run him through. Quick jabs from a dagger, take him down. Use my agility. He was never a fighter anyway—he used drugs to prey on people who couldn’t fight back. You know what? Give me another 11.

Rin? Uhhhh, I know as much as about anyone how to deal with her, but my odds of succeeding /before/ she killed me are...not great. And if we fought, there’s no way I have the ability to kill an Onryo. I put using my supernatural beings knowledge to hold her back long enough to stop her in the realm of improbably, but potentially doable, and give myself a 2.7. This is not to kill her though. Just to make her stop killing me. I have no way near the power or spiritual knowledge needed to kill something like that.

Legion I’d not really want to kill. They’re all teenagers or baby 20 year olds. I don’t want to wail fatally on kids, even ones who suck. That said, I think I could take them in a fight. If it was four and I got to fight them one at a time, easiest, four in one body back to back is medium, four at once is hard. First two options I could potentially fight to not kill. Third option only choice would be do everything I can to even /maybe/ have a shot. I have less experience stabbing people, but I’m more ready to take pain, and more motivated, so I give myself a 6, 5, and 3.5 to those scenarios respectively. I would be badly wounded regardless.

Adiris I don’t have healthy enough fear of dying of bubonic plague, and that would give me an edge. I think I have a good sword and shield combo to deal with the mace. She’s tall, but I have her beat in strength and stamina as well as agility bc she’s emaciated and dying. I would not want to kill her though. Might try to talk to her in my fucked Akkadian. Try to incapacitate if that failed. I give me a solid 8 if she’s treating this like a 9 to 5 or distracted by me, give me a 4 if she wants me /dead/. Either way, I probably have to run to the CDC and pray I survive scarred after.

Danny is just some sneaky dick with a knife. He doesn’t even know how to get stabbed. Slightly harder than a few other knife fighters bc he wears so much damn leather, but the eyes and mouth of that mask are vulnerable, and I feel sure I can drive a knife into them before sustaining any kind of fatal wound. He doesn’t have much edge on me in any area, I have him well beat in conviction, and I’m smarter than him by quite a bit. I give me a 9.

Uhhh, Demo isn’t that hard, and I love fire. Probably gonna get a little hurt, but I’m not worried about this one. Easy 10.

Kazan is interesting. He has me beat in size and strength, but his weapon is unwieldy and slow. I have quick weapons and am more agile, and I’m ready to fight dirty to save myself. 7 probably. It’s a luck thing. I have the edge, but if he really lands a hit on me even once, it’s all over. So. Not the /best/ of odds. Maybe a 6.8, actually.

You said no guns but I assume Caleb still gets his. He only gets one shot before being vulnerable though, and he’s much older than me. I’m faster and more agile, and stronger. He’s got really good endurance too though so I don’t have the edge there. It’s gonna be kind of a game of chicken to see who blinks. If he misses his one shot, I win. If he gets the shot, he wins. However, I think my odds of baiting the shot and getting my opening are decent. I give me a solid 7 here.

I still don’t even know which Pyramid Head he /is/. Why does any version exist here and want to kill me, can he smell, can I use that, can electricity hurt him, can he use my guilt against me? There are so many unknowns for both of us, I give us both a 5.

Talbot is an easy 10 unless he gets the jump on you. But you said no planning, so no surprise attacks, so I give me a 10. His body is literally falling apart, and all the blight serum in the world can’t save him from me forever. I have a bunch of tools at my disposal, and he’s fast, but he’s not accurate. Edge, me.

Victor and Charlotte. Interesting one here. Don’t want to kill them either, but I would to save myself I guess if I couldn’t stop them. Not scared of Victor. I bite too, and I go for the throat. Charlotte is more of a problem. Finally it’s a tall killer with a short range weapon though, so edge: me, in weapons. I think I have decent odds of beating them, but I would not get out unscathed. Give me a 7.5.

Jo-Woon. Depends wildly. He throws tiny knives that do too little damage. If he takes me seriously as a threat and tries to go for the throat before I can get close, edge: him, and I’m in for a really rough fight even with a shield. If he wants to fuck around with me though, I’ll win. Because I am prepared to suffer immensely to get a kill shot. If he was smart, I’d give the fight a 6, but I feel extremely confident he’d be cocky, so I give me a 9 to survive, a 10 to at worst get a simultaneous K.O.

#ask #anonymous #dead by daylight

14 notes · View notes

tenacityreturns · 4 years

Note

“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” (you know the ship)

send me prompts for me to get mega carried away writing aokaga drabbles! ♥

kagami knew he wasn’t going to be able to play basketball for a little while. he knew not to wear shorts in the winter under the impression he’d inevitably end up going to the outdoor court near his house and running drills by himself. he knew he wouldn’t be able to play in the practise game against kaijo next week, or enjoy any one-on-ones with his rivals. it upset him to know that the cast on his foot was also stopping him from working out, and even moving, let alone how it was affecting his basketball.

miserable, basically. kagami was miserable. he still met up with his friends, and insisted on coming to practise just to see what everyone was doing. coach allowed him to practise his three-pointers under the agreement that he was absolutely not to attempt dunks. kagami’s not that stupid, come on! joining his team doesn’t make him feel any less torn up, though. in fact, it could be argued that watching everyone have so much fun makes him feel worse, not that he’d say it for the fuss he put up even being allowed to come in the first place.

it makes sense that aomine would be waiting for kagami’s badly sprained ankle to heal up before they meet up. the redhead is convinced that the limits of his appeal are closely defined by his basketball ability, and this goes for aomine’s impression of him as much as anyone else’s. that’s fine. aomine likes basketball, so what else does kagami have to offer besides that and cooking for him ( which kagami is unwilling to do all the time )? nothing, exactly. kagami has accepted it, and by aomine’s silence, it sounds like he has too. can’t blame him.

in his second week with the awful brace on, aomine contradicts kagami’s assumptions by asking ( in his own way ) to go to maji’s. it sucks that aomine would see kagami with his stupid little brace, but at least he isn’t using a crutch anymore! there’s no shame in being injured, kagami knows this, but he really wants to play and he was thinking he’d be able to grin and bear it if he’d have the brace off by the time they met up. kagami really isn’t sure how much fun he’ll be, but he agrees because it’s aomine and he misses him. ( is that stupid to admit in itself? that he misses getting clowned on, and lectured, and spoken down to? crushes are weird. )

maji’s wasn’t that bad, either. aomine almost didn’t mention kagami’s injury, except to ask if it hurt bad to walk on. it is, but he’d said it wasn’t. he’s too restless to do nothing as it heals! it’s boring.

kagami eats apparently noticeably less today, but he hasn’t done anything to work up an appetite. he’d been worried there would be awkward silences, but there aren’t. aomine mentions kise, kagami tells him that he’s having to sit out of the game, and the conversation swiftly moves along to something entirely different.

scarlet eyes watch carefully. is aomine talking... more than usual? is something up? kagami almost asks straight up, but decides against it at the last minute. what good would it do? kagami doesn’t want to hear aomine admit that he just wanted to hang out! how fucking embarrassing would that situation be? so it cheers him up a little that aomine isn’t just hanging around for the basketball. ( and if he is, he makes such a fuss about being too tired to play one-on-ones that he’s got a funny way of showing it. )

so. the scene has been laboriously set. the characters, kagami taiga: injured, miserable; aomine daiki: love interest, acting strangely sensitively towards miserable rival, have been introduced. not to mention the lingering stares, shared food, hurried apology promptly buried after aomine had accidentally nudged the bad leg under the table.

after the meal, they cut through the park towards town to do some shopping. aomine said he was too tired and couldn’t be bothered, but kagami has things he wants to buy and despite not insisting, the other teenager tags along. not five minutes into their journey, demons appear. as fast as their legs can carry them, three hellhounds race across the grass and STRAIGHT into them! he doesn’t know the breeds ( boxer, pug, border collie ), but they have big teeth and they’re barking at them! kagami’s body reacts before his scream can leave his throat, and he’s running in the opposite direction before aomine could tell him not to because of his bad leg.

( kagami doesn’t see this because he’s five metres away already, and ten seconds from falling on his face, but aomine is alarmed by the animals too before the come to a stop a few feet away. kagami! what are you, stupid? you’ll hurt yourself! but it falls on deaf ears. tails wagging, the dogs run around each other and then come up to aomine to say hi. the pug yells, the border collie barks, and the boxer is their silent guardian. she’s much quieter, and earns pets from aomine who is more than happy to pay them. the collie is more excitable, but he’s sure that’s a trait of the breed. a woman comes running across the grass in workout gear, and she apologises for her dogs, she lost grip of their leashes. aomine will have to shrug it off because where the fuck has that idiot gone? and what does he mean by running when he’s got an injury?! )

crash. his brace isn’t meant for running on. a stone beneath his foot sends him stumbling to the ground. the subsequent steps he takes mid-air, trying to save the fall from landing on the bad leg, has him land on the good one and now that hurts too. but kagami shifts around to sit so that he can at least see the dogs charging behind him until finally they eat him alive. but the dogs are being taken away by a girl, and aomine’s jogging to catch up.

“what the fuck was that?” he asks in annoyance, "i know you don’t like dogs but you gotta be careful.”

“don’t like them?” kagami repeats weakly, but it’s the rage which gives him voice. “what the fuck do you mean i don’t like them! there were three of them and they were coming straight at us! any normal person would run away! are you stupid yourself?” he tries to get to his feet but it’s a struggle. what has he done to his other foot? “shit---”

“ah, did you hurt yourself? i told you,” despite the totally unwelcome reprimands, aomine hooks his hands under kagami’s arms and pulls him to his feet. much to kagami’s angered embarrassment.

“i’m fine, get your hands off me,” but he’s grumbling, not shouting. he’s grateful really. kagami takes a step onwards, away from the dogs and, as it happens, back home, but the good leg buckles under sharp pain. it’s his knee. it isn’t his foot. fuck. this is much worse. as the pain subsides, kagami becomes acutely aware of the hand on his back. somehow, in a quiet way, this is worse.

“easy. what’d you hurt this time?”

jeez, aomine makes it hard to be anything but angry sometimes. “nothing! i’m fine.”

“kagami,”

“shut up! i’m going home,” but the step on his bad leg hurts, and the next makes his knee hurt again. he grits his teeth, screwing eyes tightly shut. no, this really fucking hurts. what if he’s fucked up his knee again? is he going to have to take longer off basketball? this is shit!

“listen, asshole,” aomine’s hand glides across kagami’s shoulder-blades to find a firm grip of his shoulder, but it’s not the straightened arm that stops him from walking ( it’s the straight up yearning ). “i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”

“no---!”

“shut up. you think i want to carry you, fatass? we’re only a couple blocks from your house, it’ll be fine.”

“who the hell are you calling a fatass!"

"stop complaining, you're being too noisy."

this is such an unfair statement to have made. kagami is often unaware of how loud he's being, so he is told off by teammates for this all the time. aomine saying it just makes him pause and check himself. but his volume had been fine! aomine just called him a fatass, isn't it natural to fight on that? aomine doesn't think so. his hand leaves kagami's shoulder and thoughts feel a little more coherent, but he's still insisting.

"no, aomine, I don't want you to fuckin' carry me. how embarrassing is that?"

"okay," he shrugs, "let's go back."

that was... easy. "what do you mean! you're gonna make a fuss and then drop it just like that?"

"let's go," he nods his head to gesture onwards, but it's a second before kagami can even consider moving. is aomine being... respectful of his wishes? ( also, when did the bare minimum become so applaudable? )

kagami grits his teeth through stepping on his bad ankle, eager to prove that he’s absolutely fine to walk, but cannot prevent the wince when it comes to his knee. it’s really sore. it feels kind of like when he’s jumped too much in a game, so he must have hit it in the worst possible spot.

when his eyes eventually bring themselves to find aomine’s, he finds that aomine had not moved since insisting they leave. he’d been watching to make sure kagami could do it. this is so embarrassing.

“yeah,” aomine rolls his eyes, reaching behind his head to pat his own back in gesture, “anyway, hop on, tiger.”

“i’m heavier than you------”

“i can do it,”

“wait, who are you calling tiger?!”

he smiles, as if laughing at his own super original little joke. that pisses kagami off! and embarrasses him further! his face is red hot and burning ever brighter, but aomine just walks around to stand in-front of him, facing away. “i’m serious, kagami, get on.”

“are you--- sure?” is kagami really considering this now? “if only to get you to shut the hell up...”

“yes, i’ll shut the hell up if you get on my back. jesus fuckin’ christ, kagami.”

it’s leap frog. it’s just a piggy back ride. it’s an emergency! it’s anything other than being that close to his crush --- and maybe even crushing his crush. whatever, kagami likes weighing close to 200lbs, that’s why he eats so much! but if he hurts aomine too... that would be pretty bad...

“kagami,” it’s a stern reprimand from aomine that kick-starts kagami’s ascension. it almost makes the redhead forget who he’s talking to, so used to getting told off ( and then doing what he was told ) is he.

“alright!” he retorts, hobbling closer. “ready?”

“born it,”

that’s so lame. this is so dumb. almost hoping aomine topples forwards under his weight, just to prove a point, kagami grits his teeth and hops up onto aomine’s back. dark hands grip under his thighs and, yeah, this is about as terrible and catastrophic as it is awesome. aomine grunts under the weight, readjusts, and starts walking. kagami blinks. he’s------ he’s doing it? they haven’t fallen over yet?

all the same, kagami’s arms wrap around aomine’s shoulders in case of collapse. he can’t see whether the expression worn by his knight in shining armour betrays the strain, but from here, he seems to be holding up! is aomine... secretly really strong? this is... so cool...

“you’re stronger than you look,” kagami remarks quietly.

“what’s-- that supposed to mean?”

“uh-- you’re not that built? like, you’re more slender than me?”

“i’ll drop you on your ass, so help me.”

it’s so much easier dealing with aomine when he’s being snappy. snappy is so much better than sappy. sappy is offering to carry him. snappy is threatening to drop him. kagami smiles. he’s doing everything in his power to avoid thinking about those hands under his thighs, so he doesn’t even think to fight him about the threat. maybe he would if kagami couldn’t distinctly feel aomine’s back under his chest. it’s important in moments like these to remain completely in control of one’s body, to avoid very embarrassing things. he’s not thinking about them either, just in case he accidentally wills it into life.

they leave the park and aomine’s still carrying him. about a block away from his apartment, aomine takes a right when he should’ve gone straight on, and kagami speaks up.

“hey, we’re going the wrong way. you should’a kept going on, dumbass. you forget already?”

“there was a dog,” he replies frankly, “i don’t wanna risk our necks over it.”

“oh,” that’s pretty considerate of aomine, actually... weird...

“so you’re really scared of them? like a phobia, or whatever?”

“yes,” kagami huffs, “i got bit when i was a little kid.”

“and it stuck with you?”

“you got a problem?”

“no, just asking. you scared of tetsu’s dog, nigou?”

“not so much. what’s that thing where, like, if you’re scared of the dark, then psychiatrists will put you in a dark room ‘til you get over it?”

“huh?”

“i don’t know the japanese for it, dude! ugh, whatever---”

“like exposure therapy?” he laughs, “did tetsu force you to get over it for nigou’s sake?”

“basically! it was always me putting on his jersey, or he put my water bottle in nigou’s hands when passing it to me. seriously annoying. kuroko’s kind of a bastard.”

“mmm,”

“but he likes basketball, so he can’t be all bad.”

“tetsu or nigou?”

“nigou, keep up!”

“sorry, i’m just lugging ‘round a 4-tonne whale on my back----”

“shut the hell up! it’s all muscle, anyway, so it’s not like you’re insulting me!”

“all dumbass more like.”

“hey!”

“don’t shout in my ear!”

kagami decides to pull said ear between finger and thumb.

“oi, ungrateful bastard!” aomine ducks away, but still doesn’t drop him.

“ungrateful? i’m not ungrateful, idiot! i’ll make you something nice when we get in, how’s that?”

“i don’t want anything---”

“no, we gotta be even, and since i can’t play basketball--”

“that ain’t even, i win every time.”

“oh, every time? how about at the winter cup?”

aomine fakes a drop by loosening his grip and dropping his knees down. kagami’s grip tightens around aomine’s neck, confirming that if one fell, the other would too.

“i know i was with my team that day, stupid!” kagami exclaims, “don’t fuckin’ drop me just ‘cuz i said that!”

“gotta learn to be respectful somehow.”

“not like that!”

“calm down, i’m not actually gonna drop you. obviously, idiot.”

and he doesn’t. kagami makes a move to get down once they’re close to the building and aomine puts up a fight about it, and the same happens when they get to the front door. it’s only once they’re waiting for the elevator that aomine stands straighter and lets kagami slide off. aomine’s sweaty now, and leans into the wall as they’re taken to the penthouse floor.

aomine’s a good guy. he seems to like keeping that fact a secret, but kagami knows what it’s like to brush people off to avoid getting close ( and subsequently hurt by ) others. sometimes having no friends is just simpler. but kagami’s glad that he joined the seirin basketball club that day for hundreds of reasons, and standing in the elevator with an exhausted rival who just carried him for the whole five minute walk home is just one of them.

kagami is glad to have met aomine for hundreds of reasons, but finding a likeminded friend in him is just one of them. of course, ideally he’d like to be more, and the unconquerable smile on his face when aomine looks over, says it all. unfortunately, aomine doesn’t seem to be listening for it.

“what?” aomine’s drowsiness fades in an instant.

“nothing.”

“well, shut up.”

“i didn’t say anything!”

“stop thinking whatever you were thinking.”

kagami’s smile broadens. “you have no idea what i was thinking about.”

“probably something perverted,” aomine clicks his tongue. “disgusting.”

kagami immediately shoves him, “shut the hell up! as if i’m thinking about you like that!” maybe earlier, much to his dismay, but not right now!

“oh! so you were thinking about me?” aomine smirks, catching the wrist and pushing it away. “interesting.”

“shut up!”

“i didn’t say anything,”

he’s really a bastard, huh? a beautiful, dumbass bastard. kagami lowers his eyes ruefully. alright. so maybe he’s head over heels for him, what of it? he exhales. a proper thank you is definitely in order. he’ll feel bad if he doesn’t say it. after a moment of opening and closing his mouth, quite oblivious to how obvious his struggles are, it’s aomine who speaks first.

“don’t bother,”

“what?”

“i said don’t worry about it. listen next time.”

“you don’t know what i was gonna say!”

“you were overthinking how you could thank me,” aomine pushes his index finger against kagami’s forehead. “i could see the cogs turning.”

“get the hell off me,” kagami, despite being madly in love with him, is also the man’s primary target for irritation, and aomine always knows how to push his buttons. he’s blushing, but angrily. “i was just thinking how i was gonna tell you that you smell bad.”

“shut up,” aomine shoves him, “i smell great, you’re just jealous of my natural musk.”

“you’re such an asshole,” but kagami’s smiling again. “is it fun being on my nerves all the time?”

“hey, ‘least i’m on your mind.”

“you don’t need to be an idiot for that to happen!”

“huh?”

“what?”

“ah, so you do think of me?”

“no.”

“you just said you did.”

“what? no i didn’t! so what if-- if that’s true, anyway? idiot. you’re making a big deal out of nothing! it’s normal to think about your rival. how else do you come up with ways to beat him?”

“sure.”

“shut the fuck up with ‘ sure ’ !”

the elevator dings. aomine shrugs. “if you’re still worried about how you can make it up for me for saving your ass back there,” the doors open, he leans in close momentarily. “i can think of a few things you could do.”

is there... any way... that the way aomine said that... could mean anything else but what kagami immediately thought of? his cheeks, already hot, start to sting with how intensely he’s blushing. aomine saunters out, but waits half-turned towards him outside the elevator. kagami stares for a second. tries to recover. almost gets locked inside the lift as it’s called down, and hobbles out to catch up with his awful rival.

“hey aomine?”

“what?”

“don’t tell anyone i hurt my knee. it’ll be fine in a day or so, probably. it’s----- embarrassing.”

“tch, like it isn’t embarrassing for me too?”

kagami hadn’t really thought of that side of it. aomine had been so insistent that he’d figured aomine didn’t care. ah man. now neither of them are talking and the stinging heat on his face is back! he unlocks the door, and neither of them talk about it again. kagami’s smile hardly fades all afternoon.

#aonon.#drabbles.#answered.#aokaga #YEAH i tagged it......... bold of me ik #3241 words...................... absolutely kill me #i added so many icons of BOTH cuz it adds character.......... maybe #anyway i love them so much #thank u SO MUCH for this anon i owe you my heart

20 notes · View notes

dear--charlie · 3 years

Text

Dear Charlie,

I broke up with Lani. It went ridiculously well. I told her that I just wasn’t ready for a relationship and she agreed that she wasn’t either, so we’re gonna stay friends. It took a huge weight off my shoulders, but I still have everything else to deal with.

My therapist gave me really good advice. She said a lot of similar stuff that I’d heard from others, like that I’ll probably always love Jack on some level and that Lani just isn’t a good fit for me based on what I’ve been feeling. She basically said that I have to decide what to do about how I feel. Like, yeah, I had to break up with Lani, but there’s still the issue of what to do after that. Do I say nothing and suffer in silence? Do I tell him how I feel and risk making things awkward?

Her suggestion is to keep it to myself for now and continue to hang out with him as if nothing’s wrong and, then, if it comes up organically, tell him how I feel. After that, the ball is in his court. He can either tell me it’s not gonna happen, or he can surprise me by saying that there is a chance. If it’s not a possibility, I have to just wait for these feelings to pass. If it is a possibility, I have to decide if I’m willing to risk our friendship for the chance of pursuing a romantic relationship.

That’s the part where I’m stuck. I genuinely have no idea what I’d do if that were the case. It’s unlikely as shit, the idea of him actually loving me too is so anomalous that I think I’d go into shock if he said it. I just need to be prepared for the rare chance that it’ll happen. Part of me wants to say fuck it, I love him and pursue a relationship. Another part of me is terrified that I’ll lose him if things ended badly between us.

I think he’s just going to say that it’s not gonna happen. I’ll be crushed for another three years until I eventually get over it, two years will pass before I’ll realize my feelings for him again, and the cycle will repeat until I fucking die. You’d think I’d feel better with an actual plan, right? I just feel like laying in my bed and dissociating until I forget how horrible I feel. I almost want that catatonic behavior I had two years ago, where I’d lay in bed and stare at nothing until I would finally blink and the day would be over. They were supposed to go to the beach today, but they didn’t check the weather and it’s raining. I figured they’d just come over to the house instead, but they bailed. Jack says he’s sick and Nikki is really depressed. I’m kind of wondering if he doesn’t wanna see me right now. I don’t think he’d lie, but I’m worried he figured out what’s going on with me and thinks I’ll act weird. Maybe I’m taking things too personally. I just miss him, and I really wanna see his reactions to the season finale he’s so close to reaching in our show.

The other thing is, I don’t know if the topic will ever come up organically. He sure as shit won’t say anything, unless I started acting really weird, and I don’t wanna make things awkward by bringing it up. Sometimes, I wanna be recklessly stupid and just tell him how I feel. This all feels so dumb and I want it to be over. My chest hurts. My heart is a barrage of punches against the inside of my ribs and I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m so exhausted, Charlie. I want things to be okay again, and I wish I didn’t love him so much.

Love Always, Just Nick 06 | 24 | 21

#dear charlie #Just Nick

3 notes · View notes

vintage-story-time · 3 years

Text

Mom Gets It On by Kathy Andrews

Chapter 4

Oddly, Sandy felt no guilt over what she had done with her son. On the

contrary, she had enjoyed the experience tremendously. It had been so

good, she was looking forward to fucking him again.

Since it was a weekend, and Rob would be home in just a few more hours,

she would be unable to fuck her son or give him the blowjob he seemed to

want quite badly. Her lack of jealousy did not disturb her. In a way,

she was pleased that Joey was much more interested in whether Lori Layne

would suck him off than he was in fucking her. At least that was what he

seemed to indicate to her.

She began to consider the possibility of trying to get Lori for her son

and, of course, for Rob. Last night, she had managed to suck him off in

the car with people all around them, then, at home, she had managed to

climb on top of him for the first time. She knew all this had been

accomplished with Rob because of his desire for the beautiful, bouncy,

teenage girl. Joey had been different, though. He wanted Lori,

apparently, as much as his father did. The only difference there was the

fact that Joey was young and was interested in cunt no matter who the

pussy belonged to. Joey would not continue to dwell upon Lori once she,

his mother, taught him all those nice, delicious things they could do

with each other. But Rob was different. He was older, with many

inhibitions that had to be overcome.

Sandy felt that if he could get his hands on the girl, manage to fuck

her at least once, part of those inhibitions would come tumbling down.

And she wanted her husband to relax, to enjoy sex in every way possible.

Fucking would be much better for her if he would enjoy sex. Perhaps, if

her husband could fuck that teenage sexpot, he would be more willing to

do other things too, things that Sandy wanted and hungered for.

But she knew that Rob would never approach the girl. He would never

approach any girl, nor would he make a pass at them. He would look at

them from a distance, desire them with a hard cock, but he would not

approach them. She also felt that Joey would not approach Lori. Oh, he

would talk to her as boys would, but he would not make a pass at her.

For one thing, at those ages, girls seldom wanted anything to do with a

boy Joey's age. When a girl was Lori's age, she thought she was a woman

of the world, and her attentions went toward grown men, or at least the

senior boys at school, those who had cars, or access to one. They would

never go out with a boy too young to own his own car. It was beneath

them, would lower them in the eyes of their peers. It was silly, Sandy

knew, but that was the way teenage girls felt.

So, how to get the hot looking bundle of sex for her two men? Joey

wanted Lori to give him a blowjob, and her husband ... what did he want

from the girl? A piece of ass because she was young and fresh? Would he

want a blowjob from the teenager, too? Sandy didn't care what Rob wanted

from the girl ... she had to come up with some way to provide Lori for

them first.

All weekend, Sandy gave a lot of thought to the problem. She had never

approached a girl before. Not that she would approach one for sex in the

first place. Sandy had never had sex with a girl in her life, and she

had no desire to. Wouldn't it look odd to the girl if she approached

her? Would Lori think she was a lesbian? A female pimp for her husband

and son? There were a lot of questions needing answers, and she wondered

if she were up to trying this.

If Lori were a man or a teenage boy, it would be so much easier, she

felt. But a woman, a wife and mother, simply walking up to a teenage

girl and saying: "Would you mind terribly if my husband and son fucked

you," would place her in a dangerous situation.

There had to be some way.

All weekend Sandy thought about how to get Lori for her men. By the time

Monday arrived, she still had no plan of action.

She spent the day thinking hard, and still she saw no safe way to talk

to Lori. At three, Joey called to ask if he could visit with a friend of

his for an hour or so, and she agreed. School was out for the day, but

Sandy recalled Joey mentioning that there was usually cheerleader

practice after school. She could go to the school grounds and see Lori.

Maybe something would come to her.

Sandy was dressed in a pair of shorts since it was an unusually hot day

for spring. Her thighs flashed in the afternoon sunlight, and her

swelling ass was boldly outlined by the tightness of her shorts. Her

tits thrust and strained against a thin, white blouse. The blouse was so

thin she had to wear a bra so her tits would not show through.

She parked in the parking lot of the school and got out. The place

looked deserted. She wondered where practice would be held, and decided

it would be in the gym. She walked toward the gym, hoping a school

official or teacher would not stop her, ask what she wanted. She was

nervous enough as it was.

When she arrived at the gym, she found the doors closed, but not locked.

She opened the door and peered inside. There was no one on the floor,

and the huge room was totally empty. She entered and listened, thinking

there might be another room where practice was held.

She walked onto the court, trying to keep her heels from clattering.

There were doors at the far end, and she knew they must be equipment

rooms. One was obviously a rest room since there was a sign that said

"boys" on the door. Turning she saw the girls' rest room at the other

end of the big room.

She walked to one of the doors, and as she came close to it, she heard

voices.

Thinking it was the practice room, Sandy opened the door and stepped in

... and stopped in her tracks, her eyes going huge in surprise. Lori was

there, all right. So were four boys.

Lori was totally naked, lying on a long bench between rows of lockers.

Her slender legs hung over the bench, and a boy was between them,

fucking her vigorously. The other three boys stood watching, their cocks

in their fists.

Sandy was rooted to the spot, her eyes staring at the boy's bouncing,

naked ass as he fucked his cock in and out of Lori's cunt. The other

boys were so interested in watching, no one noticed Sandy.

"Ohhh, wow!" she heard Lori yelping in pleasure. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Lori's hands gripped the cheeks of the boy's bouncing ass tightly, her

fingers digging into his crack as she pounded her teenage cunt up and

down, grinding ecstatically against his fucking cock. Sandy could see

the boy's balls slapping up and down, and there was a sudden burning in

her own pussy. With surprise, Sandy realized she was excited, very, very

excited. Lori was getting fucked by this boy, and Sandy wanted to get

fucked, too. She had walked in on a gang-bang.

She heard the boy grunt, saw his balls draw up tight against his cock,

and she knew he was shooting come into Lori's cunt. Lori, too, must be

coming, Sandy thought. Lori was squealing loudly and jerking her hips

about in a frenzy.

Sandy's thighs trembled as the boy pulled his prick from Lori's cunt and

moved to the side. Immediately one of the other boys got between Lori's

legs, his cock going straight into her pussy. Lori kicked her heels

about, gurgling with pleasure.

"Give it to me!" Lori shouted gleefully. "Give me your cock! Fuck me,

damn you! Fuck the piss out of me, damn you! Come on, you cocksuckers

... fuck me!"

Sandy heard the girl shouting, and knew now that it would not be

difficult at all to get her for Rob and Joey. It was quite evident that

Lori not only looked like a fluffy bundle of sex, but she actually was

one. One thing Sandy knew without any doubts now ... Lori loved to fuck!

The teenage girl loved to fuck so much, she wanted, to be gang-banged by

these senior students.

Then Sandy realized she had been discovered.

The boy that had just finished fucking Lori was looking directly at her.

"Hey, who are you?"

Immediately, the boy on top of Lori jerked his cock free and turned in

fear. The others looked at Sandy, too, all with fright showing in their

eyes. Cocks were quickly put away, out of sight. Lori sat up, covering

her naked tits with one arm and crossing her legs to conceal her cunt.

"Oh, shit!" Lori said, her voice cracking.

One of the boys, bigger than the others, asked, "Are you a teacher?"

Sandy looked at him. He didn't show the fear the others did. In fact,

she felt slightly afraid of him. When she didn't answer, he asked, anger

in his voice now: "What are you snooping around here for, lady? What do

you want?"

"I ... I'm--" Sandy stopped. She had almost told them her name.

"I don't give a shit who you are, lady," the big boy said, coming toward

her. "You have no business snooping around here. What are you, some kind

of pervert, looking for a little girl to play with?"

"No, I ... "

The other boys had recovered now, and they weren't showing fear now that

the big boy was taking the lead. They all started toward her. Lori

remained on the bench, still trying to cover her naked tits and pussy.

Her eyes were wide with fear, though.

Sandy started to turn, but before she could, the big boy grabbed her by

the arm, his fingers hurting her.

"Please, don't ... let me go!" she pleaded, struggling against him. "I

won't say anything about this. Let me go, please."

"I know you won't, lady," he growled. "I know damn well you ain't gonna

say anything."

The other boys were surrounding her now, and Sandy cringed. "Please,

don't hurt me," she begged.

"We're not gonna hurt you, lady," the boy holding her arm said. "You

like watching us? Does it turn you on to see us fucking? I bet it made

your cunt a little hot, didn't it, lady?"

"No, I ... please, let me go!"

"She's good looking," one of the other boys said. "She's got a fine ass

on her. Man, I bet she's a good piece of pussy!"

"Let's fuck her," another boy said. "Let's take her shorts off and give

her some hard cock!"

"Would you like that, lady?" the boy holding her asked. "Would you like

some hard, young cock up your cunt?"

Despite a feeling of fear, Sandy was becoming aroused. The idea of being

fucked by these boys appealed to her, but she couldn't let them know

that. She had to feign fear. She certainly didn't want to be injured.

"Hey, guys," she heard Lori say, her voice indicating her fear, "Leave

her alone. She's afraid, can't you see that? Come on, leave her alone."

"Shut up, Lori!" the big boy snarled. "She'll tell on us," one of the

boys said.

"Not if we fuck her," the big boy replied. "If we fuck her, she won't

say anything at all."

The logic failed to make sense to Sandy, but she kept her mouth shut.

Her pussy was having fits between her thighs. She wanted them to fuck

her, but she didn't want to be raped. But if she told them, she felt it

would make them mad, and they might hurt her. That logic didn't make

sense to her either, but she wasn't thinking very straight right now

anyway.

"Let's do it!" one of the boys said. "Let's fuck her ass off?"

Sandy's mind was agreeing with him, but she continued to cringe.

She felt hands on her shorts, pulling at them.

When they fell to her feet, one of the boys whistled in appreciation.

"No panties! Man, look at that sweet ass, would you?"

"I'm too busy looking at that hairy cunt, man!" another said.

"You guys look," said a third voice, "I'm gonna fuck her!"

Sandy was pulled toward the bench. Her shorts were left on the floor

where they had been removed from her body. Hands began fumbling at her

blouse and bra, and she hoped they would not tear them. That would be

difficult to explain. Lori continued to sit where she had been, her eyes

wide, fear still shining in them.

"Come on, you guys," Sandy heard the girl pleading. "We can get in

trouble if you fuck her. Don't you know that's rape?"

Sandy, in her mind, was telling Lori to shut the fuck up, that she

wanted this. By now, Sandy was naked, her tits being manipulated and

fondled. Hands were running about her trembling body, feeling her. Her

legs were shoved apart and a boy was fingerfucking her. She felt cocks

pressing against her body, and she closed her eyes and made small, soft

whimpering sounds.

"You won't tell anyone, will you, lady?" she heard Lori ask. "If they

let you go, you won't say anything, would you?"

"No," Sandy whispered. "I won't tell ... if you let me go. Please, don't

do it to me!"

"Fuck that noise, lady!" one of the boys snarled. "We're gonna fuck you

good! We're gonna fuck you so good, you'll come back for more!"

Sandy was pulled backwards until she was laying on the long bench, in

the same position as Lori. Her legs were spread wide, and a boy was

between them. She felt his hard cock slither into her pussy, and then

the boy was fucking her. Both her naked tits were being sucked on, and

she looked up directly into Lori's eyes.

"If you don't fight them," Lori said, "they won't hurt you. Let them

fuck you and they'll leave you alone."

"Oh, God, please!" Sandy whimpered, still pretending fear. But inside

she was a raging volcano. She wanted to slam her cunt against that

driving cock, fuck the goddamn prick off the boy. She knew she could

fuck them silly, turn the tables back on them, but she continued to

pretend to be afraid.

"Good pussy!" grunted the boy fucking her. "This cunt is a good fuck!

Man, is her cunt hot and tight!"

Sandy was coming already. Her pussy was flexing about the boy's cock,

drawing on his prick, sucking on his cock. She had to fight to hold her

body still, struggle to keep from screaming that she wanted more and

more, just as she had heard Lori beg. Then she felt the boy coming, his

come juice spurting deep into her cunt.

"Oooo," she whimpered, unable to hold her feelings back. Her hips moved,

and her pussy convulsed tighter.

No sooner had the first boy pulled his cock from her cunt than another

cock was sliding up her. She moaned again as the boy began stabbing

powerfully into her pussy. She could not hold her hips still. They moved

despite her efforts. She was still coming, never stopping.

The second boy was fast. He stabbed her cunt a few times and came off,

flooding her cunt with more thick come juice.

A third boy was in his place, banging hard and brutally into her pussy.

Sandy could no longer be still. Her ass whipped up and down with him,

her cunt convulsing in spasms that were threatening to make her pass

out. She had never felt so much ecstasy before. She could not stop

coming, and she whimpered and groaned loudly.

"Don't fight them," Lori was saying, thinking Sandy was being hurt.

"Don't move, and it won't hurt so bad. Please, don't fight them! Let

them finish ... get it over with! They'll leave you alone then."

In her mind, Sandy was screaming at the girl to shut the fuck up! She

wanted to scream her pleasure, to scream for the boys to fuck her raw,

fuck her cunt until she had to walk straddle-legged.

The boy came in her pussy, and the fourth, and last, boy settled upon

her, his cock driving into her cunt swiftly. She could hear him pant

against her ear as he fucked away, and her cunt continued to flex in

orgasm. She was becoming very weak from so many orgasms, but she wanted

more and more cock. Her naked ass was moving, writhing and twisting of

its own accord. Her cunt gripped and sucked on the thrusting cock. There

was nothing she could do about her reaction.

"Oh, shit!" the boy fucking her groaned. "Shit, shit, shit! I'm coming

... too fucking fast!"

She felt his cock squirting into her cunt, and she could not suppress a

wail of delight. Her body shook and her naked, jutting tits jiggled. By

the time the boy finished coming, Sandy was so weak and exhausted that

she closed her eyes and breathed raggedly, her arms hanging down limply,

her legs wide apart. Thick come juice dripped from her hairy, throbbing

cunt, and she was happy when the waves of orgasm receded.

When she opened her eyes, she thought for a moment they had left her,

that she was alone.

"Lie still," she heard Lori say. Then she felt a wet cloth between her

thighs. "Let me clean you up. They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"No," Sandy said in a tired-sounding voice. "No, they didn't hurt me."

She struggled to sit up, and Lori removed the wet cloth from her cunt.

Sandy looked at the girl. Lori had put her clothes on, a pair of faded

jeans and a sweater. The clothing did nothing to conceal her ripe body.

In fact, the jeans were quite tight, and the sweater indicated Lori's

nipples.

"Can you walk?" Lori asked. "Let me help you get dressed."

"I'm all right," Sandy said. She took the shorts Lori handed her and

pulled them on. Then she replaced her bra and buttoned her blouse. "I

guess ... I guess I shouldn't have come in here."

"Will you be able to get home okay?" Lori asked, concern in her voice.

"I mean, I'll help you if you'd like."

Sandy realized she was being handed the answer to her problem. If she

could get Lori in her house, if she could get Lori to fuck her husband

and son, it would be just what she wanted.

Pretending weakness, she leaned against the teenage girl. "Perhaps I am

a bit weak," she said. "I appreciate your concern."

"You're Mrs. Henderson, aren't you?" Lori asked as she placed her arm

about Sandy's waist. "Aren't you Joey's mother?"

"Yes," Sandy said. "Do you know my son?"

"Of course," Lori said. "He's a sweet boy."

"Has he ... I mean, have you ... " Sandy started to ask, trying to

pretend apprehension.

"You mean ... back there?" Lori asked. "No, Mrs. Henderson. I should

explain that. You see ... "

"No, not yet," Sandy said. "Help me home and we can have something cold

to drink. You don't have to explain anything to me."

"But ... " Lori didn't understand. "You won't tell anyone about this,

will you? I mean, since they didn't really hurt you?"

"It was rape, Lori," Sandy said.

"I know, but, please," Lori begged. "I'd get into a lot of trouble if

anyone knew about that. Not for rape, but me, doing it with those boys."

"We'll talk about it," Sandy said. "Please help me home and we'll talk

about it."

As Sandy drove home with Lori next to her, she smiled to herself. She

could sense the teenage girl's apprehension, and whatever it was that

she feared about exposure could possibly work to Sandy's advantage.

#Mom Gets It On by Kathy Andrews #Chapter 4

2 notes · View notes

raewrites98 · 5 years

Text

Runaway Train

For @foxeshaveclaws! You wanted long-distance relationships and surprises gone wrong- it's my first time writing for Andreil and this fandom, so I hope this still manages to live up to that, while staying withing the realm of their relationship :) Thank you for your wonderful prompt! Happy Valentine's Day <3 @aftgexchange *** “Come on, Josten,” Wymack yelled from where he stood behind the plexiglass, “Hurry up.”

Neil grit his teeth. He readjusted his grip on his racquet and swung, fast and hard. The ball sailed across the court, right into Robin’s waiting net as she caught it with practiced ease. He tore his helmet from his head and ran a hand through his sweaty, tangled hair. Fuck. That was the third shot he had missed. (Keep reading here or on AO3!)

“Nice shot, captain,” Jack taunted with a sneer, leaning against the wall. He shared a glance with Sheena, who scoffed in agreement.

It was late afternoon and the team had gathered to practice for their home game against the Breckenridge Jackals this Friday. They had been running drills for the last half hour or so and Neil was suffering. He couldn’t focus. The harsh fluorescent lights stung his eyes and his head pounded viciously. His thoughts kept drifting off into nothing, mind numb from exhaustion. At this rate, Coach was going to bench him.

Wymack blew his whistle, the sharp ring echoing across the court. “Go home,” he said, “You better not pull this shit tomorrow.” He spoke to the team, but Neil could feel the weight of his words as if they were directed at him specifically. He was captain, he should be better than this. He was better than this.

They dispersed slowly, the girls heading to one locker room and the guys the other. Before they parted, Robin brushed a hand against Neil’s shoulder. “Sweetie’s later?” She gave him a half smile. Her wild, curly hair stuck to her forehead, face red and sweaty.

Neil nodded. He went to his locker without a word, sat down and started peeling his shoes off one at a time. Bruises were starting to form where he had been body-checked into the wall several times during their scrimmage. It was a familiar feeling, one that usually offered comfort, but now only made him feel worse.

A shadow fell upon him. Neil glanced up to see Jack leaning against the lockers, arms crossed. He was still in his bright orange gear, golden hair slicked back. “You better not fuck up this weekend,” he said. “I don't want people thinking the whole team sucks as much as our captain.” A few snickers passed through the room.

Neil grit his teeth. He undid the Velcro strap of his gloves. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering how Dan had ever managed this- the disobedience and disrespect from players who thought themselves superior. Even as vice-captain, he at least had been able to rely on Kevin’s demanding personality and fame to keep them in check.

But neither of them was here now. Even the cousins were gone, leaving Neil to start the fall semester on his own. He thought after years of running, he was used to being alone, but his time with the Foxes had changed that. He would never admit it out loud, but he missed them. Badly.

“If you do blow it, though,” Jack continued, “maybe Coach will actually do something worthwhile and give your position to someone who deserves it.”

“Like who, you?” Neil eyed him up and down. Jack was only a sophomore and already thought he was better than everyone else, simply because Kevin recruited him. He started shoving his gear in his locker. “Your defense is weak, you can barely hold your own against the press and, frankly, your personality is shit.”

Jack scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from the guy getting fucked by that psycho Minyard,” he spat, as if the words left a foul taste in his mouth. “Bet the press would have a field day with that.”

Neil clenched his jaw. Fuck this. His and Andrew’s relationship was never a secret, not with the way the Foxes gossiped, but it was private. He didn’t go around throwing it in everyone’s face, and he definitely didn’t need some arrogant little shit doing that for him. “Don’t,” he warned.

Jack laughed, raising his hands. “What are you gonna do? Make me run laps?” He rolled his eyes.

That was it.

Neil’s fist collided with Jack’s nose. It gave a satisfying, sickening crack, blood spurting from his nostrils as he stumbled back with a cry, clutching his face. “What the fuck!” He lunged forward. Acting quickly, one of their teammates grabbed him and held him back. “You son of a bitch!” he snarled.

Neil slung his bag over his shoulder. “You want the extra laps too?” Jack glowered at him. “I didn’t think so.” Neil slammed the door shut as he left, the sound of it echoing throughout the gym.

***

Neil’s phone rang as he was forcing himself through the last of his math homework. He picked it up without checking the caller ID. All these years and he still had the same ringtone. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Andrew’s voice was muffled. There was some shifting and crackling through the speaker, until he sounded clearer. “Heard you finally snapped.”

Neil rolled his eyes. “Who told you?” He chewed the cap of his pen and scribbled down something he thought resembled a logical answer. Tiny inked fox paws and exy racquets littered the margins of his paper.

“Robin.” Of course. She, along with the rest of the team, had found out during morning practice, when Jack strutted in with a bruised face and swollen nose. To say Coach had been displeased was an understatement.

“He was asking for it.” Neil shoved his book aside and walked over to the bed. He let himself fall backwards onto the mattress, hitting it with a soft huff as the air left his lungs. He balled his hand into a fist, watching the ugly, shiny white scars stretch across his knuckles. A deep purple bruise colored the skin of his hand. He didn’t regret punching Jack. If anything, he wished he had done so sooner.

“I’m surprised it took you this long,” Andrew remarked dryly.

Neil chuckled. Silence passed. He fidgeted with the strings of his sweater. “How was your day?”

“Long.” After graduation, Andrew had signed a three year contract with Boston’s pro team. He lived there now, in a small apartment Neil had the only spare key to. It hung on his key chain, along with the ones for Columbia and the Maserati.

Neil hummed. “You talked to Nicky?”

“More or less,” Andrew said. “He’s as disgustingly happy as ever.” A few months ago, Nicky finally moved to Germany. The wedding wasn’t until next year, but it was all he ever talked about.

“Good.” A pause. “You visiting soon?”

Andrew was silent for a while. “Not for a few weeks,” he said. “Think you can manage that long, Josten?”

He huffed. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sure,” Andrew drawled.

He rolled his eyes. He flipped and laid on his stomach, holding the phone in front of him. “I want to see you,” he mumbled into the sheets.

There was another pause, and for the briefest moment, Neil wondered if he had crossed a line. If he had made things weird. This was their first year apart and learning to navigate this whole long-distance thing was frustrating. They weren’t the most outwardly affectionate to begin with.

“Happy now?”

Neil looked up. A blurry, pixelated image of Andrew appeared on the cracked screen of his phone, glasses sliding down his nose and hair damp.

He was wearing his PSU sweater, Neil noted. “It’ll do, I guess,” he said with a shrug.

“I could hang up on you, you know.”

“You won’t.” Neil’s smile grew.

He didn’t.

***

“You sure you’re okay, Josten?” Robin asked as she chewed at the end of her straw, bending it left and right. Sweetie’s was surprisingly empty for a Monday night. A few people lingered at the bar and an elderly couple occupied the booth behind them, but other than that, it was empty. “And don’t give me that I’m fine crap.”

Neil pushed his eggs around, watching how the yolk broke and spilled across his plate. “Just tired, I guess,” he mumbled. It wasn’t a lie. He always slept better with someone near him. It used to be his mom, but over time, Andrew had managed to worm his way into that spot instead. In his absence the mattress felt too cold, too empty. It took Neil hours to fall asleep.

“You talk to Andrew?”

“Yeah.” They had called for another half hour or so, before Neil left to finish his homework. It was fine at first, but their conversation had quickly grown stilted, punctuated by one word answers and long silences. He noticed that was happening frequently lately. Thinking about it made him sick to his stomach. He pushed his plate aside.

“Then what’s got you so fucked up?”

“Nothing.”

Robin gave him a look.

He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s this whole captain thing, I guess,” he said, slumping back in his seat. The leather booth squeaked under his shifting weight.

“Hey,” Robin said, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “You carried us through the first season. You’re doing fine.” She offered him a reassuring smile.

The gesture was appreciated, but it didn’t make Neil feel that much better. “Yeah,” he muttered, tearing his toast to shreds.

Robin picked up her pencil and started tapping it on her sketchpad. The book was filled with scribbles and quick sketches of him and the team. She carried it wherever she went. “You know what? We should do something fun,” she said suddenly, sitting up. “After the game. Go out for a movie or whatever.”

Neil considered it. He wasn’t a fan of movies, or anything social really, but the idea of spending another night locked in his room alone sounded excruciating. “Sure,” he said with a shrug.

Robin looked surprised. “Okay,” she said. “Cool. Meet me here at eight?”

He nodded. Maybe it would help distract him, even if only for a few hours.

***

They ended up losing the game.

Earlier that morning, right before their last practice, Neil sent Andrew a quick text.

To: Minyard [6:45am] You watching tonight?

From: Minyard [7:25am] Can’t. Plans.

That shouldn’t have bothered him so much. When he was on court, adrenaline pumping through his veins, the weight of his racquet in hand, he couldn’t care less about who was watching. All that mattered was the ball in his net and the goal ahead. Everything else faded into the background.

But Andrew always watched his games.

And then, when he tried to pry for answers as to what these plans were, Andrew’s replies went from short to nonexistent.

Neil managed to walk the team through warm-ups, but he couldn’t stop the flow of thoughts that forced their way into his mind, whispering of his incompetence as captain, his lack of friends and his possibly dying relationship with Andrew. When the first buzzer sounded and he nearly dropped his racquet, startled out of his spiraling thoughts, he knew it wasn’t going to end well.

It had been a close call in the end though. With thirty seconds left on the clock, Neil soared across court, twisting and turning around the Jackal’s defense until the goal was in sight. He stopped, swung his racquet back and took the shot.

The Breckenridge goalie dove for it and at the very last second, caught the ball with his net. The crowd gave a deafening roar, drowning out the buzzer as it signaled the end of the game.

Neil’s heart dropped to his feet. He stared at the goal, a cold, dreadful numbness spreading through him.

“Come on,” Robin muttered, slapping him hard across the back, “Keep it together.”

The rest was a blur. As captain, he upheld his duty to entertain the press, but didn’t have it in him to bite back against their snarky, provocative comments. Wymack seemed pleased, if not a little concerned with his compliance.

No one spoke in the locker rooms. Tension hung in the air, sharp and uncomfortable. Most of his teammates slipped out of the room without a word, but Jack stopped in front of Neil as he stood. He towered over him, six feet of anger and misplaced arrogance. “Should’ve fucking known,” he hissed.

Neil bristled, fists clenched and ready for a fight.

“Don’t bother, Jack,” one of his teammates said. “He isn’t worth it.”

The door closed and Neil was left alone surrounded by an oppressive, judgmental silence. Sweat trickled down his neck. His chest felt tight with each breath.

There was only one thing left to do. He had to run.

***

The sun was long gone by the time Neil made it back to the Fox Tower. His legs burned and arms ached, but he felt better. Running lessened some of the panic that had held him in a vice-like grip, but their loss still hung over him like a thick cloud. What if Coach was wrong? What if he wasn’t cut out for captain?

The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a single car parked under the lamppost. Neil crossed the street and kept his head down as he passed. A few steps from the tower’s entrance, he stopped.

He turned. “Andrew?”

Leaning back against the hood of the car, a cigarette in hand, stood Andrew. He was wearing a burgundy button down and black tie, sleeves rolled up to reveal his arm bands. Under the flickering yellow light, his hair glowed a deep gold, neatly swept off his forehead. Neil swallowed thickly.

“Running away again, Josten?” Andrew took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in his direction. His dark eyes flickered over Neil’s sweaty, disheveled appearance.

Neil walked over and came to a stop in front of him. It didn’t make any sense- Andrew wasn’t supposed to show up for another two weeks. What was he doing here? Had he been at the game? Neil hoped not. “Why are you here?”

“Take a guess.”

“I thought you had plans,” Neil bit, shoving his hands in his sweater.

Andrew looked unimpressed. “Is that your guess?”

“I don’t know,” Neil snapped. “Are you here to watch me ruin my career as captain?” He kicked a stone, watching as it skipped across the parking lot.

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “One game and you’re ready to jump ship?” He tsked, shaking his head. “I thought you were over the whole ‘flight risk’ thing.”

“I’m not running away,” Neil snapped.

Andrew stared at him, waiting.

“I just-” He tore a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, okay?” Once he started, he found he couldn’t stop. The words came rushing out with a single breath, every thought and twisted emotion he had bottled up since the start of the school year. “I’m not Dan, or Kevin. I don’t know how to be a good captain, and I definitely don’t know how to do it on my own.”

“Then quit.” The cigarette glowed bright orange, another puff of smoke drifting in the air.

Neil scoffed and rolled his eyes. “It’s not that easy.”

“Nothing is.” Andrew reached for him, turning Neil’s chin so he was forced to look up. He stared at Neil, stoic and calm, the deep brown of his irises like liquid gold, holding Neil captive. It was in that unwavering apathy he found himself relaxing, shoulders slowly sagging as his worries slipped away. “You’ll manage.”

Neil drew a slow breath. The acrid, sharp scent of the cigarette smoke eased his nerves. He nodded.

Satisfied, Andrew dropped his hand. He picked up Neil’s wrist instead, analyzing the bruised skin of his knuckles. He brushed his thumb along the row of scars.

Neil’s heart skipped a beat. He cleared his throat. “You didn’t answer my question,” he said.

“You missed dinner,” Andrew remarked.

A frown furrowed Neil’s brow. “What do you mean?”

“You had plans, didn’t you?”

Fuck. In his sudden and overwhelming distress, Neil had completely forgotten about Robin. She was going to be so pissed.

“Yeah, with Robin,” he said. “Did she tell you that too?” He wasn’t the kind to be jealous, but sometimes he wondered if she spoke to Andrew more than he did.

Andrew looked unamused. “I can’t believe how incredibly stupid you are sometimes.” He gestured to himself.

“What?” Neil’s eyes flickered over his outfit. Then it clicked. “I wasn’t meeting Robin, was I?”

“Reservations were at eight,” Andrew remarked dryly.

Neil checked his phone. Quarter past ten. He winced. Had he really been gone that long?

He didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t like Andrew to visit unprompted. Definitely not like this. Not as a ... surprise.

Something else caught Neil’s eye as he looked at his phone. “It’s February 14th,” he said, a slow grin curling his lips.

“He knows how to read,” Andrew said with mock surprise.

“That’s Valentine’s day,” Neil persisted.

“Really?” Andrew flicked the cigarette onto the ground, stomping it out with his foot.

“You know,” Neil said slowly, trailing a finger along the fabric of Andrew’s collar, “I wonder what the press would think if they knew Andrew Minyard was a hopeless romantic,” He stepped closer.

Andrew narrowed his eyes. “One hundred and three percent, Josten.”

He leaned in close, lips inches from Andrew’s. “Yes or no?”

Andrew flicked his head but pulled him forward by his collar. “Yes.”

His lips met Andrew’s in a soft, warm kiss that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. All of his worries faded into nothing and when Andrew’s cool, rough hands found their way into his hair, pulling him even closer, he knew that in the end, he was going to be okay.

#the foxhole court #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #my writing #raewrites98 #valentines day #fanfic exchange #fluff #neil is sad and slightly dumb #long distance relationship #surprises #all for the game #aftg #@foxeshaveclaws

107 notes · View notes

sinfulwonders · 4 years

Note

👀

Alrighty, let’s start with an Oumasai WIP, shall we? This is a fluffy (and a little bit smutty later on) ABO story I’m working on with them! (No smut in this part of it though!) Enjoy!

---

Shuichi Saihara caught himself staring at the back of the ultimate supreme leader’s head once more, lingering on the way plum colored locks bounced and curled as the short boy giggled, before he snapped his head away. The detective let out a sigh.

I have to stop doing that.

He tried to focus on the lesson, but it was a failed venture and soon he was back stewing in his own thoughts at the impossibility of his own situation.

“Are you okay?” A whisper shook Shuichi out of his own head, and the detective looked to the side to see Kaede, his best friend, looking at him with a worried expression on her face.

She always knew when he was upset. It was like she had a sense for it.

She actually probably did being a beta, he mused, she could probably practically sniff out the difference.

Shuichi tried to present her with his most reassuring smile, but it really just came out a grimace. She rolled her eyes and let out a dissatisfied puff of air.

“Jeez,” She chided softly, “You don’t have to pretend like that. I can tell you’re upset,” She paused, her expression softening, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Shuichi nodded. He did know. Which was why he had confided in her and told her his biggest secret. The detective let out a sigh and was going to tell her everything, when the bell ringing interrupted him. All the students began shuffling, getting their things together in a desperate attempt to get out of the classroom as soon as possible.

“Saihara-chan!” A lilting voice pulled him towards it, the tall detective turning and coming face to face with the object of his affections.

“Hi, Ouma-kun,” Shuichi said, trying to seem as neutral as possible.

Kaede just rolled her eyes, “Hi Ouma.”

“Aww is Kayyayday not happy to see me?” Kokichi pouted, “I’m so devastated! I came over here just to talk to her!”

“It’s Kaede,” Kaede grumbled and then frowned at the second part, “Also, I doubt it.”

“Aww you caught me!” Kokichi threw his hands up dramatically, “I only came over to see my beloved Shumai of course!”

Shuichi desperately tried not to blush at that, and failed absolutely miserably, “W-why are you really here, Ouma-kun?”

“Aww, does Shumai not want me here?” Tears began falling down his cheeks as he sobbed, “Saihara! Chan! Is! So! CRUEL!”

Kaede rolled her eyes once more, giving Shuichi a sympathetic look as she grumbled that she’d see the detective in their next class. Shuichi was, after all, the only one who could handle Kokichi when he was like this.

“N-no, I didn’t say that,” Shuichi stammered, but Kokichi kept on wailing. As a latch ditch effort, Shuichi took the supreme leader’s hands in his own and Kokichi went silent, wide eyed and surprised. The detective continued, “I want you here, okay?”

The supreme leader nodded quietly, looking so small in that moment. But within a split second he was back to his normal self.

“Neeheehee!” He giggled, pulling Shuichi up from his chair, their height difference always a bit staggering to Shuichi, “Well if Saihara-chan wants to be with me soooo badly, then I guess we can walk to our next class together. He hooked his arm around the detective’s own and pulled him along. Shuichi just tried desperately not to blush.

“Bahaha! Is the little gremlin tryin’ to court Pooichi in the middle of school?!” The cackling ultimate inventor, Miu Iruma, grinned as she wandered over, looking him up and down, “I swear, you make the worst alpha ever, Cock-itchi! You’re like two feet tall and twinky as hell!”

“Just because you’re bitter that the universe decided to make an alpha out of a masochistic wannabe cum dumpster like you, doesn’t mean you have to take it out on the rest of us by making us listen to your shit insults,” Kokichi examined his fingernails in what seemed like boredom as he decimated the inventor, but Shuichi saw the corner of his lips upturn in a snarl. She had struck a nerve.

Miu instantly deflated, “C-cum dumpster?!”

“S-sorry, Iruma-san,” Shuichi carded the hand that Kokichi wasn’t clinging to through his navy locks, sheepishly.

The inventor huffed, “Whatever. At least he has an omega like you to reign him in.”

“Huh?! We’re n-not together!” Shuichi blushed furiously at that.

Kokichi also looked a fair bit annoyed at that the inventor’s statement. “An alpha like me doesn’t need anyone to “reign him in”, you cumrag,” He suddenly shifted and was again smiling playfully, “And besides, my organization provides all the sex I could want! I have omegas falling at my feet every day! Just one would never be able to satisfy a supreme leader like me!”

Iruma looked genuinely jealous of that last part, her face contorted in what Shuichi was certain were lewd thoughts that he had no desire to know. He also thought he saw a little bit of drool on the corner of her lip and tried not to shudder. The detective, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel his heart squeeze painfully at Kokichi’s words. It would never work between them.

Kokichi pulled them off into the direction of the hallway, skipping and humming as he did so, Shuichi tripping over his feet trying to keep up with him.

“Shumai’s so clumsy,” Kokichi grinned as he began skipping faster along, “Ya gotta be able to keep up with big bad alphas like me if you’re gonna be a detective one day!”

“Y-yeah,” Shuichi nodded.

It would never work between them.

Because Kokichi Ouma was an alpha. And unbeknownst to anyone other than the Saihara family, Kaede, and Shuichi himself: so was Shuichi.

He had presented relatively early, but he had never wanted to be an alpha. And after he solved his first case, sending a man to prison who didn’t deserve to be there, he began hiding his dynamic. He never wanted to give anyone a reason to look up to and depend on him again, unless he earned it. And he had nowhere near earned it. So scent and rut suppressants became a part of Shuichi’s daily routine.

So technically, his dynamic was hidden. But everyone assumed he was an omega, due to his quiet and shy personality, and so he let people think that.

It was just like him to be a defective alpha that would fall for another alpha.

Alpha/Alpha relationships didn’t work. People tried here and there, there would be some crazy story on the news every once in a while about a new happy alpha couple, but those stories never ended well.

So as much as he enjoyed being dragged around by the supreme leader, feeling his warmth against his, he knew it wouldn’t last.

He knew that when Kokichi Ouma found out about his dynamic, he wouldn’t want any part of him.

“Saihara-chan!” A hand waved in front of his face aggressively, “Earth to Saihara-chan!”

“Ah,” Shuichi shook his head, bringing himself back into reality. He shot a small, sheepish smile towards the leader, “Sorry, I must have zoned out.”

Kokichi let out an annoyed huff, bringing his hands to his hips,

#danganronpa #shuichi saihara #kokichi ouma #kokichi oma #oumasai #saiouma #wip #miu iruma

46 notes · View notes

thisselflovecamebacktome · 3 years

Text

My personal connection with Taylor’s discography, part eleven: Happiness

Basically this is just a series I’m doing where I write down my feelings on what each of the Taylor songs means to me personally on a line to line basis both for my own sake to have it somewhere and for anyone who wants to know anything further about me.

So with that in mind, let’s get started.

Happiness

So much like the majority of Evermore and Folklore, Happiness reminds me of my family and the trauma of losing them which I’m trying to move past. Particularly, Happiness is the connecting point of the progress I’ve made moving forth and the reality that there’s still a long way to go and wishing I was further along the recovery road.

Honey, when I'm above the trees I see this for what it is

I feel like this lyric is pretty much what it’s like on ‘good’ days. Like when I have removed myself enough from the situation and pain, I can rationalise to myself that what happened to my family wasn’t anyone’s fault, it was just a bunch of well meaning people who made choices they thought were for the best but ultimately did more harm than good. I can also acknowledge that what happened was probably for the best and that while I’m in pain now, it probably would have been worse otherwise.

But now I'm right down in it, all the years I've given is just shit we're dividin' up

But most days aren’t ‘good’ days. Most days, it feels inescapable that I gave between 16 to 23 years to these people that were meant to love me unconditionally for my whole lifetime just for them to decide that what we had wasn’t worth sticking around for. Most days, I can’t move past the bitterness that I have knowing that I feel like I’ve wasted my life because genuinely lived my life as a mirrorball and gave my all to make these people happy and keep us together just for it all to fall apart anyway.

Showed you all of my hiding spots

I’ve always been an oversharer that kept her heart on her sleeve. I genuinely feel like I showed my family, and especially my immediate family, every version of myself. My highs, my lows, my strengths, my weaknesses, my likes and dislikes; I showed it all.

I was dancing when the music stopped

I’ve mentioned this a few times in this project, but despite the issues my family had, I really fucking believed we’d get out of this okay and that the others wanted to. And I wore rose coloured glasses as things were ending and people were showing their true colours because I wanted so badly to believe that it was just a bad fight and once things cooled down, everyone would pitch in to fix things. So when it finally hit that none of them truly wanted to fix things, I realised that the music had stopped years beforehand and I had just been living in my own fantasy world dancing to a beat that wasn’t there.

And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention. I haven’t met the new me yet

I saw a post recently that said this line is pretty much Right Where You Left Me condensed into one lyric and genuinely I have not seen anything more correct in years. Like I am still sitting here nearly six years after this started and nearly four years since I finally accepted it (god realising it’s been that long hit me like a fucking truck, not gonna lie) wondering who the fuck am I meant to be now? Like even without feeling like I devoted my life/existence for these people, who are you meant to be if not a reflection of the people who raised you and were meant to love you unconditionally?

There'll be happiness after you

I know I will get my balance back one day and be happy. There’s a lot of practical steps that need to happen first, but I know I’ll get there. And even though I wish it was with my family, I’ve accepted that it won’t be and it can’t be dependent on them or else I’m going to end up like my mother and never happy.

But there was happiness because of you

As much as I still cuss out my family, particularly my father, I grew up as a daddy’s girl and family orientated person and not all of that was negative. Though I can’t currently look back at them without crying, I have photos of birthdays, concerts, events, holidays and even just random day to day life at home that brought me so much joy. Likewise, though not directly involved, I would not have had one of the best experiences in my life of going to Japan with my school had my parents not cared enough to work their ass off for it. And though it’s hard to remember at times, especially on bad days, that is just as important to remember as the fact I’m going to be happy one day if I truly want to heal.

Both of these things can be true

Like I said, both past and future happiness is important and doesn’t negate each other. I can accept that someone from my past that made me happy isn’t going to be the one that does it in my future without either being more or lesser than the other.

There is happiness past the blood and bruise, past the curses and cries. Beyond the terror in the nightfall

Growing up in a mentally, emotionally and at times physically abusively household has left me with a lot of scars and while there’s no way to ‘prove’ it, I genuinely believe was the start of my then undiagnosed PTSD as opposed to the events of 2011. While ‘terror in the nightfall’ can directly be linked with the PTSD symptom of having chronic nightmares, I also link it just as strongly with general self doubting thoughts. Like I am very much still in a place where despite wanting to, I constantly question whether I should get married and have children or even just make new friends because I don’t feel worthy of it. All it would do is fuck over these other people. Because like end of the day, if the people who were supposed to love me unconditionally for my whole life didn��t, why the hell would anyone else?

Haunted by the look in my eyes that would've loved you for a lifetime

I will love my family forever. And genuinely, if they hadn’t of left, I would have done anything to make them happy for the rest of my life. And the fact that I do not get the chance to do that haunts me, and while I can never know for sure, I genuinely think it haunts them too.

Leave it all behind and there is happiness

Though it’s been hard, I’ve reached a point where I recognise that if I want to be happy, I need to leave behind the ‘what ifs’ and ‘what’s “meant” to be’ and focus on what is and the people who want to be in my life.

Tell me, when did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk?

Like I mentioned, I grew up as a daddy’s girl. Growing up, he was always the ‘fun’ parent. The one who was smiling and laughing all the time. The one who propped me up when I felt down. The one I really thought believed in me. But somewhere along the lines, he took offence to me wanting him to step up and face his choices so that we could fix our family. And as a result, he took joy in, in his own words, turning my sister against my mother and I and pushing me to still see him in order for mum to get spousal payments before the legal settlement out of spite. So I spent years begging him to be different, really thinking it was just a moment of hurt just for him to take pleasure in it.

When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt?

I’ve hinted at the fact that my mother is still less willing to recover and move past what happened with my family. Consequently, she’s spent the last 5 ½ years being like a bull seeing red at all times. And though I’ve tried everything I could to help her (literal hundreds of letters to politicians and other related parties to step in, reaching out to family, constant meetings with lawyers etc), even going as far as to go to law school hoping to find a solution there. But none of it panned out like we hoped. And because richer people with better connections, more money and “smaller” issues that are unrelated to ours won their cases in court and because I’m fighting for future laws to prevent this happening again rather than the unwinnable battle with my now fully adult and moved on family, suddenly it’s my fault things turned out like they did. She genuinely believes I did not try hard enough and did not care enough about my family, and particularly my sister, when in reality, losing her was, is, and always will be the biggest heartbreak of my life.

I hope she'll be your beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you

I’ve mentioned in a few other posts that both of my parents have, in their own way, raised my sister and I to be rivals rather than sisters. And so when my father chose to not reunite our family, it felt like he was picking her over me. And in my bitterness, I spent a long time making comments about how she was either just as bad as he is and using him financially or she was an idiot who couldn’t see through his bullshit and was fine being nothing more than a trophy so long as she was his favourite.

No, I didn't mean that. Sorry, I can't see facts through all of my fury

With time and distance away from my father and the refusal to constantly lend myself to my mother’s negativity however, I realised that I really had been aiming my anger at the wrong person. My sister was 16 when she left. A literal child. Each and every adult in my family, my then 20 year old self included, owed her more than what happened. Even if she was a “problem child” who physically and verbally lashed out, we owed her more and we failed her. That’s the part about all this that will haunt me forever. It’s not what happened to me. It’s what happened to her and the ways I let my anger and my parents cloud my vision to the point I know in my heart that things would have been different and I could have done more to save this family had I not. And I know that that anger probably traumatised and provoked a lot of my sister’s actions too. And in all honesty? The anger probably came from a place of projection too because in realising my father would rather stick with his lies than his family, I had to accept that I had been the fool that spent years soaking up praise about my achievements just to find out that’s as far as his ‘favouritism’ of me went.

You haven't met the new me yet

I somewhat joke about it, but I genuinely feel like I became a new person in 2019. Though I’m obviously not like magically healed from the trauma or anything, and while I don’t ever see a way I can have these people in my life again, on the most part I have a new outlook on everything. On top of no longer blaming my sister, I’ve been putting the focus back on myself both in terms of things I could have done differently but also doing my best to not see my family’s decision to lie and take the easy way out as being a reflection on me. Because ultimately, it’s not about me; and it took me a long time to realise that. And there’s a sense of peace in that which is the first of many parts that they won’t know about me. And in many ways, that feels like the first step to rebuilding myself.

There'll be happiness after me

Much like how my life has kept going, so has theirs. My now nearly 22 year old sister has a son who’s about to be a toddler. She has friends I’ve probably never met. My other family members probably have just as fulfilling relationships and memories that I’m not part of. It’s sad, but that’s how life goes.

But there was happiness because of me

Again, just like how my anger doesn’t negate the positive memories I’ve had with these people, realistically it’s doubtful that every second of the 16 – 23 years they knew me was neutral at best for them.

Both of these things, I believe

Logically you cannot have one of the above and not the other. Like despite what my mother thinks, you do not just stop being happy one day just because someone, or in this case many people, left. But that new happiness you have doesn’t make the old happiness any less honest. Also just in general In still in a place where like I really have to believe that my family loved and were happy with me but also happy now or else I’ll have a mental breakdown. So yeah…

There is happiness in our history, across our great divide there is a glorious sunrise, dappled with the flickers of light from the dress I wore at midnight

Like I’ve said, I have had a lot of good memories with my family, and with them being night owls and our Christmas day events at my uncle’s tending to run for 10 – 12 hours, the use of the time of midnight feels all the more personal to me. And while like I said, these fond memories aren’t enough to go back to that environment, they’re enough to be a light in the dark that reminds me that I’ve been happy before and illuminate the way across the divide to be happy again.

I can't make it go away by making you a villain

Listen, I will probably blame my father and other family members for the rest of my days over what happened. But with the new me that came in 2019, I’ve also accepted that focusing on that both internally and feeling the need to demonise them to everyone by acting like they were the only ones to make bad calls and that some of those calls didn’t come from a well-intentioned but misinformed place doesn’t make any of the pain go away. Even if they were the devil personified, I cannot change what happened. All I can focus on is myself and my future. And that’s the only way I’m going to heal and find peace.

I guess it's the price I paid for seven years in Heaven

Despite everything that happened in my childhood before the split, I am someone who got through it still loving my family and not feeling traumatised by them (or at least not processing it as such) until my adulthood. And while that may seem very bare minimum for a lot of people, it’s also a lot better than a lot of people had it.

And I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night, now I get fake niceties

I know a lot of people see this as a sexual line, but I gotta be real, from the first listen, I pictured the moments where I held/hugged my sister through anxiety attacks and lash outs and my father did the same for me. And again, despite that intimacy, we’re now in a place where we’re only polite in public (not that I’ve seen them out but if I did) in order to not cause a scene/get chucked out of wherever we were. Also, I can see this being how my father viewed all the awkward silences (which I spoke about in my It’s Time To Go post) and whatever when I did go to see him after my parents separation, because again, it did feel more like obligation than actually wanting to be there and while I know he somewhat caused that by deliberately keeping the family apart, I still feel bad over it.

No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you and you know you hurt him, too

Even the worst of families never expect things to blow up in the way my family’s relationships did. There isn’t and probably never will be a manual on that shit. And there’s an inherit loneliness about that because while your other loved ones can stand by your side, ultimately you gotta go through that shit alone because no one really knows what to say. So all the guilt, anger, depression and whatever else you’re feeling is exactly that: yours and yours alone. And that makes it all the rougher.

But now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head

After my sister and father left, my mother couldn’t bare to sleep in her and my father’s old room nor my sister and my old room; instead opting to sleep in the lounge room. As a result, I moved into my parents’ old room. Though I have all new furniture, it’s set up in much the same way my parents had it and so it’s hard to not think about how my father slept in the same place I am now for 20 years of my life and the same can be said about my sister being in our childhood room for 16 years of her life. And while I’m somebody who has blocked out the ability to cry over most emotions, I’m still someone who cries very easily when I’m frustrated which as much as I wish I wasn’t, I still am frustrated and have cried more tears than I’d like to admit over how easy it should have been to keep our family together and how they just didn’t want to. And because there is that bitterness with the frustration, it does feel far more toxic than regular tears.

After giving you the best I had, tell me what to give after that

As I’ve mentioned, I’ve blamed myself a lot for decisions I should have made differently in this process, so I see this more as a line to remind myself that I did all I could. Like I took the ‘nice’ route with the adults in my family only to be rejected, I tried the assertive route and was only met with being cut off, and even if I took the ‘nice’ route with my sister, there is no reconnecting people who do not want to be. They all made their choices and could have come back at any time to hear our side even if they didn’t want to at the beginning, but again, taking the easy route was more important to them than taking the right one and no amount of me giving them what they wanted was going to change that.

All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness... and I think she'll give you that

This is another fantasy moment for me. Like I really hope that one day I can forgive my family. Not to be in their life or anything, that ship has sailed. But just for my own peace of mind. I feel like I’m almost there with my sister, but honestly? It feels like I’m never going to get there with the rest of them. Alternatively, I see this line as again, being about forgiving myself for the bad calls I made, and while I’m not quite there either, I definitely think I will get there someday.

#about me #happiness #taylor swift #evermore album #ngl kinda hate this because it took so long to do but i also feel like i somehow didn't get it all out despite it being far too long #also this process has shown me that happiness is by far taylor's most devastating song for me personally

1 note · View note

lavendertwilight89 · 5 years

Note

Ooh! Inukag #70, please: "After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

Almost 5k words later... I give you your lovely answer!

**Contains smut** ;)

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Inuyasha…”

Inuyasha turned to face Kagome. She had been badly injured in their recent battle with Naraku. It had been all his fault. He left her with Sango and Miroku as it appeared Kikyo was falling… The fucking bastard Byakuya of the dreams created an illusion. He didn’t trust his nose and immediately made Kagome go with Sango and Miroku. When he leapt off and jumped to catch the fake Kikyo he heard a scream—he swore time slowed as he watched Naraku’s tentacles ensnare Kirara who had been slowed down by Kagome’s added weight and caused the others to fall to the ground. Sango was able to save herself and Miroku, but they lost their grip on Kagome as they hung off the cliff; she fell down the cliff into the river. She had bumped her head, twisted her ankle, dislocated her shoulder… Inuyasha counted his blessings she had taught him that “C-P-R” shit and was able to get the water out of her lungs.

Sango and Miroku had been able to chase off Naraku’s puppet and Byakuya then had met them down river. They had been uncomfortable by the situation of decided to go back to the village to “check on Shippo” while Inuyasha took Kagome to the spare hut at the village’s edge to have her rest away from prying eyes and ears. But he forgot how hard it would be to face her. He let her down. Big time. She could have been killed for something so simple and reckless… because of his weakness.

He cared about Kikyo. She would always hold a place in his heart. He blamed himself for her death, while the full blame was on Naraku, his lack of ability to trust anyone was what made her meet her demise and his sealing. He owed Kikyo the peace she deserved. But that drive always made him brainless and irrational. This time it almost cost Kagome her life!

Kagome… The girl who taught him how to trust. Fully. The girl who taught him how to make friends. The girl who had never been afraid of him or looked him differently. The girl who taught him what love actually was… How could he have been so stupid?! He could have lost the woman who actually held his heart! The one who, when all this was over, he wanted to ask to be with him. Forever. Literally. To have her become his mate…

Like hell that was going to happen after that. How could she ever forgive him? How could he ever forgive himself? He should’ve just sent her back to her own time and made sure there had been no way for her to return.

“Inuyasha!”

He was snapped back into reality as Kagome had managed to sit up and pulled on his forelocks harshly.

“Watch it, Wench! Lay back down you’re hurt! You’re only gonna reinjure yourself, ya moron!”

“Oh relax, we already popped my shoulder back in and yes, it’s tender but it’s fine! My ankle is wrapped, pain pills have been taken, and my head is fine! I honestly didn’t hit it that hard, I swear! You were the one staring out into space all depressed and self-loathing! I needed to snap you out of your funk before you went all ‘go-back-to-your-own-time’ on me,” Kagome said in a poor imitation of him.

He stared at in disbelief. How in the fuck did she know exactly what he had been thinking?

“I’ve known you long enough to know what’s going around in your head by now, Inuyasha. Stop blaming yourself for what happened. It was a series of bad circumstances…”

“Bad circumstances?!?! Kagome, how have you lost your mind?! You could have been killed because of my thoughtless actions!! How are you not upset?? Not saying I want you to ‘Sit’ me, but how come you haven’t? You should be furious with me!”

“Inuyasha, we both know what Naraku is capable of at this point. We both know this was part of his plan—to divide us. Yes, I was upset you made me stay back with Sango—but you were trying to keep me out of danger while you rushed to save Kikyo. Yes, I unfortunately got hurt, but it wasn’t your fault. It was Naraku’s. You have to stop blaming yourself for his actions!”

“Kagome, I just don’t understand how you can keep forgiving me and why you bother sticking around me… I’m not a good friend to you, I’m… no good for you…” he trailed off. He would never be able to tell her how he felt. She deserved better. Maybe Koga had been right. Or that Hobo-kid in her time. She couldn’t ever love someone as useless, dirty, and stupid as him. She could only ever offer him her friendship, which he was fine with—whatever she wanted, he would’ve give her… Even if she had ever told him she wanted to remain in her time, he loved her enough to let her…

“Inuyasha—”

“No! Listen here, Wench! You know damn well you shouldn’t stay here with me. Travel with me! It literally is a death sentence. You should hate me! Just like everyone else does! Because I literally—”

“Inuyasha!!! Would you cut it out!? How could I ever hate you??”

“Kagome, don’t be stupid. You know exactly why you should. Think of all the stupid, asshole things I’ve done, and you so crazily forgiven me for. This should be the final straw. You should be demanding me to take you home and to never let me see you again…”

She cupped his face and drew him out of his rant of him trying to make her realize he was no good for her and the look on her face stopped his words from forming.

“After everything, and I mean everything—the bad, the good—we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

He was speechless. What could he say? How was someone supposed to respond to that? She couldn’t mean that as more than a friend. No way. She wasn’t crazy. She couldn’t possibly feel like—like—like that towards him… He couldn’t help but yearn for it though. He also couldn’t stop himself as he leaned into her touch.

“Kagome, I don’t deserve your friendship…”

“Of course you do, Inuyasha…” she said sadly. Dejected. Her smile reflected the way she said those words. What could have made her say it like that? Didn’t she just say she cared about him?

“Why…why do you say it… like that? Do you regret us being friends?”

“Ugh, Inuyasha… you’re so dense…”

“What?! Wench—”

She leaned in and kissed him. On the lips. Not the cheek. HO.LY. SHIT. She. Was. Kissing. Him. Not like this had been the first time, but it was the first time with him not going crazy in full demon form. Where he could return it—shit! He needed to kiss her back! Before she pulled away like last time.

As his lips returned the pressure onto her, she pulled away. Damnit!

“I-I’m sorry! I-I just—Uhmmm…” His apparent gaping face made her keep stuttering, “I’m so sorry, Inuyasha! I—I didn’t know how else to uhm, literally, show you how I felt. I—How could I ever regret us being friends?? You’ve changed my life… You’ve been my best friend for three years. You’ve protected me, made me feel important and special. You made me realize how much more there is to the world than just school and my future… You made me grow up. I don’t regret ever meeting you or falling in love with you. I-I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I know you don’t feel the same for me… I understand your obligations to Kikyo and I plan to support you in anyway I can. You will always have a choice…I just want to be by you side…please… Don’t make me leave you!”

He was stunned. Firstly, he hadn’t expected such a heart-felt confession from her let alone that she was still willing to even be by his side thinking he would pick Kikyo over her…

She was stupid to even think that—there was never a future with Kikyo. There wouldn’t have even been a future with Kikyo at this point even if she remained in her clay-body or miraculously was revived… Kagome loved him unconditionally with all she had. She never expected him to change and took him exactly as the rude half-demon he was… He literally had no clue what love meant before Kagome. He never knew what love was at all before he laid eyes on this mysterious girl from the future.

He cupped her cheeks and gazed into her eyes. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to be with her. Fully. She confessed to him—it was his turn to own up.

“Kagome… Don’t—Don’t be sorry. I—”

He couldn’t find the words (fuck!) and began to get flustered, frustrated, and started growling in annoyance. She blushed and took her lip in her teeth and that’s when he lost it. He pulled her face back to his and kissed her roughly. Demandingly. He tried to convey the words he couldn’t come up with into the kiss. She seemed like she understood as she eagerly returned the kiss.

He tentatively brushed his tongue across her lips causing her to gasp. He took that opportunity to push it further and explore her mouth. God, she tasted better than he had ever imagined. She was sweet like candy. He wanted to get to know her more. She lightly stroked her tongue against his fangs causing him to groan in excitement. After a few minutes of exploring each other mouths, he pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. They were both gasping for air and flushed.

“Inu-Inuyasha…”

“Kagome… I want you. Not Kikyo. You. I’ve wanted you since you convinced me to go help the old hag retrieve Kikyo’s remains. But you were young, and not ready… I know I’m the shittiest guy out there, pushing you away, insulting you, confusing you… but I couldn’t let myself get close to you. I… I never thought you would return my feelings…” As he spoke her eyes brightened and shined with unshed tears so he pressed on. “I—I had planned on asking you… when this was all over if you would be my mate.”

Kagome gasped, “Really? You mean that??”

“Do you… know what that means?”

“Uhm,” she blushed and looked away from his curious eyes. “Sa-Sango told me one day…”

She clearly didn’t want to elaborate how and why the demon slayer made mention of mates but obviously it had to do with him and his ‘courting’ behaviors he had started. He had known the mission would be over soon and needed to ensure he could prove himself. She seemed confused and even though it sounded like Sango had tried to explain his actions, she clearly hadn’t believed the slayer or still didn’t understand.

“Is that something you’d consider?”

“Inuyasha…” she looked back into his face and placed her hands on his neck and gently pulled so their lips were barely apart. “I have never wanted anything more… I want to be with you; always. You are my home… Please…”

He swallowed having smelled her high rise in arousal, “This… this isn’t something you can go back on Kagome. You-You should really think about it. You’re also hurt we shouldn’t—”

“I know what I want Inuyasha. I’ve wanted it since I begged you the first time to let me stay by you side. I know what ‘forever’ means. If it’s with you, it still won’t be long enough. Now, stop talking,” she closed the gap between them and restarted their heated kissing.

He literally couldn’t think. Her hands pulled at his robes and he released her face she should push them off his shoulders. She had meant business. Was she afraid he’d change his mind?

“Ka-Kagome—” he pulled away once again and held her by her shoulders at arm’s length. He wanted her to be sure; he didn’t want her to feel pressured. “We-We can wait. We don’t have to rush this. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Grrrrr!! Inuyasha—three years may seem like nothing to you, but they were a long time for me. I want you. I’ve wanted you in this way for the past year or so… Yes, when I was fifteen it would have been impulsive. Sixteen, rushed. Seventeen? It wouldn’t have hurt to wait. Eighteen?? Inuyasha, please, I’m not a child in my own era, don’t treat me like I don’t understand what I’m asking of you. I know all about what happens with a man and woman. Plenty of girls at my school have shared more than enough information to even make Miroku blush… I know this is what I want. I want you! Now and forever. I know inuyoukai mate for life. I know there is no going back after we do this. But I love you, and I don’t ever want to try or think about us seeing anyone else! Now, please!”

Ok. That shut him up for good. He pulled her back wrapping his hands around her waist and head and reengaged in their fierce war of tongues. He tentatively reached from behind her the ties of her yukata she had changed into while her clothes were drying. He may have had her permission, but he was still nervous. She grasped his hand and led it to the tie having had felt his tremorous hand. He undid the knot but did not pull her robe open. Nope. He was going to allow her to do that. Wait, how had she untied his obi? Shittttttttttt her hand had begun stroking him. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Holy damnit all the helllllllllllll. He grasped her hand pulling it away to stop. She made a whine of disapproval which caused him to chuckle once he controlled his yearning groan.

“You keep doing that, I won’t last Ka-Go-Me.”

He decided against his previous decision in an act to distract her to open her yukata as his mouth moved down her jaw to her neck and shoulder. She moaned and clutched his back, head tilted to the side as an act of submission. He licked the junction of her neck and shoulder.

“This is where I will mark you. As mine.”

She swallowed and yet again, her hands had somehow disappeared from his senses and began to stoke his ears. She was trying to kill him. She would be the death of him. He did NOT purr, as she had called it, but growled in a repetitive lull as he continued to move down and then caught her left breast in his mouth. She arched herself more into him and moaned in pleasure. He took his hand and tentatively brought it between them and stroked along her folds which caused her to gasp and cry out. Oh, she was sensitive. His little future priestess had never been touched by anyone than him and his inner demon loved it.

He lowered her down to futon and then attacked her other breast with the same diligence as he had the left. He figuratively was fed by her moans and groans of pleasure as he kept at his mission. He wanted to prove and give her all the love and care she had ever given him. While he had never been with a woman before, his instincts knew what to do, and whenever they were blank as far as “where she would like to be touched ”, he knew from being around for as long as he had been, how a woman’s body could be pleasured. Men always bragged (especially Miroku; no matter how much Inuyasha had tried to get him to shut the hell up) how they were able to conquer a woman and the ego-boost that it had been for them to have been able to bring that woman to their peak. And he swore while he would never divulge where he learned those things if she asked, but he would make it a point that she would too blissed to ever need to.

He slowly moved himself lower exploring her ribs and her stomach causing her to hitch her breath. Her hands found his ears again after having explored his abs and started stroking them. He finally had made his way between her legs and softly pushed her legs apart for himself. FUCK. She smelled one-hundred times sexier than he could have ever imagined. Her taste, her smell, her touch—this was beyond anything he could have ever dreamed of in his tiny size brains—he swore he had to be dreaming though. But he didn’t want to stop and test that theory. He was hungry for her. And he was going to take her.

He started licking her gently between her folds after she questioningly stuttered his name, probably from embarrassment or confusion from his staring and lingering thoughts. He couldn’t tell. Nor did he really care. He wanted to bring her to her climax before he had to cause her discomfort when they went further (if she still wanted to). He wasn’t going to push her and wanted to be extra certain before they went any farther.

She gasped and mewled as he increased the pressure, making circles, paying attention to her opening and her little nub as those seemed to be the places that made her make those sweet arousing sounds the most. She released his ears (thank the Gods) and gripped his head, trying to pull his closer to that nub. Her wish would be his command. He started to focus his ministrations on that spot, but still wouldn’t give her fully what she wanted. He wanted to make this the best she ever had. He wasn’t a fool, nor did her scent lie; he knew she had ‘relieved’ herself in her room back at her home before. He wasn’t sure what had caused her arousal but knew it was ‘private’ and didn’t pry… Though the thought of her lusting after another about drove him insane with jealously. One of the many reasons he demanded they return to the past as soon as they could. Knowing it was him though—and it had only been him to invoke that need to pleasure herself away from him at that moment only drove him crazier. Her pants and broken syllables of his name was what finally made him clamp down and suck on her swollen gem. Her legs squeezed his head and her hands clamped down in his hair as she screamed her release. Her opening grew wetter and wetter which took everything in his power to not reclean her core; he wanted the wetness so that there would be less resistance if she wanted to keep going. He really prayed she did. He had never been so hard in his life—when he heard her scream his name like that—it took all his self-control not to just fucking maul her.

He brought himself back up to her face and kissed her back from her stupor, her hands rewrapped around his neck her legs encircled themselves around his hips. He groaned by the sensation of her wet weeping core on his length.

“Ka-Kagome… Are you sure?”

“Please…” She looked at him so lovingly. Her face red from exertion, glistening in sweat from pleasure, hair disheveled—Gods she had never looked more beautiful than she had in that moment—staring up at him with the gorgeous brown orbs. He retook those pink lips with his own before he positioned himself at her opening and slowly edged his way in. She was tight, but there wasn’t a lot of resistance as he sank into her. He watched her face for discomfort but only saw her gaze longingly back at him, stroking his cheek with one hand while the other was on his shoulder. He was finally fully sheathed inside her but remained still to let her adjust. They couldn’t have fit more perfectly together. While he had been nervous about hurting her, he was happy her face never shifted t discomfort. He luckily knew from rumors women who had actually been through a lot physically could have lost their walls previous to actually having sex. His inner demon purred and started to rise slightly to the surface—hungry for more.

Kagome bucked her hips snapping him out of his inner monologue with himself and moaned dipped his head into her shoulder licking her junction again where he planned on marking her.

“You can move, Inuyasha.”

“Kagome I…” I love you.

“I know, Inuyasha,” she said as she lovingly brushed through his hair.

He began to slide out and then thrust back into her slowly to check for any lingering pain, but her gasp and moans egged him on to move faster. He knew he wouldn’t last long. She already spoiled him. He wouldn’t ever be able to go back to his hand after this. She felt amazing. Wet, warm, like home… She was everything he was missing out on life. She was everything he ever needed. She was everything he had ever wanted. And she had become in that moment, his.

He didn’t realize his demon had emerged until Kagome brushed a hand up to his cheek and said his name questioningly. He knew she had been touching the purple marks she told him about that appeared on his face in this form. But he had been fully aware and her leaned down to nuzzle her cheek and pulled her by her shoulders to straddle his kneeling legs. His hands were on her hips still thrusting her up and down onto himself. Her breath quickened and she rested her hands on his shoulders to keep her stabilized while her cries grew louder. His name on her lips broke more and more with every thrust downward onto his hardened length. He felt her walls start to clench and knew she was just as close as he was. He wanted them to finish at the same time if not her before him. He took one of her hands off his shoulder and guided it between them which caused her to open her eyes questioningly and blush harder than she already was from their activities.

“Touch yourself.” His voice was rough and deeper, but she didn’t flinch or react. She obeyed without second thought and brought her lips to his again. How did he get so lucky? To have had someone who would’ve loved him in any form he took? He had to be the luckiest bastard who ever lived.

She stopped kissing him and cried out again, her walls clamped down on him rhythmically, trying to milk him which he couldn’t help but almost succumb to immediately—but he had to finish the mating process. He bit his tongue and then leaned down to Kagome neck and then bit down allowing his demonic aura to fill her. She whimpered but stayed still and took it in. Her own spiritual powers wrapped around him in return. Once he felt they were finally fully linked, he licked his tongue on her neck to close up the wound.

Once he pulled away from her, he felt a rush of power leave him—his inner demon sated retreating back within him—and saw his purple jagged mark on the junction of her neck and shoulder. He smiled a genuine smile seeing it on her. She looked up at him dreamily and touched it, unshed tears in her eyes.

“Thank you, Inuyasha…”

“You’re thanking me?! Kagome, you really are the craziest girl I have ever met! I should be thanking you… for everything. For accepting me. For loving me. For being patient and never giving up on me. Gods, I must be the luckiest bastard alive…”

“Guess you’re my luckiest bastard,” she said with mischief in her eyes.

He stuttered from the language she used but realized she was trying to tease him and chuckled a bit. She really had grown up a lot over the past three years. She wasn’t a stupid girl anymore. She had become a woman. He pulled her up and off him and then laid them both down on the futon and covered them. He held her close and stroked through her long black locks with his claws.

“So… what do…uhm… I-uh… I have some questions now?”

He rolled his eyes and laughed softly smirking down at her curious face, “What are your questions, mate?”

“How do we tell everyone?” she asked smiling up into his amber eyes.

“Well… We can tell them whatever you want—Sango probably already knew this would happen eventually since she explained to you about inuyoukai mating rituals and traditions. Shippo will obviously smell you. But we can tell them, or we can hide it if we tell the runt to keep his mouth closed. It’s up to you.”

“You—You won’t be embarrassed?”

“I may end up killing the monk for his teasing, but no. You are my mate. I don’t want to have to hide that…”

“What about from…” she bit her lip and looked away. He knew who she was referring to without actually voicing her name.

“Kikyo? She probably can already sense it through your shared soul. It’s a soul bond remember?”

“Right… So…”

“So nothing, Kagome. I knew what it meant when I claimed you. I’m not ashamed nor will I hide it from her. I owe her vengeance. I don’t owe her my life… Hahahahaha, I’m actually excited for the next time we run into the wolf.”

Kagome glared at him, “Now, Inuyasha…”

“I won’t kill him. Relax. But if he doesn’t accept or respect the mark, I will have to maim him.”

She rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder. She snuggled into his chest and he buried his nose in her hair.

“Rest Kagome… We have all the time in the world now…”

#oneshot #inuyasha x kagome #angst fluff prompt #inuyasha fanfiction #contains smut

34 notes · View notes

cordonia-continued · 4 years

Text

In The Shadows

Book: The Royal Romance 1 & 2. Bastien’s story.

Pairings: Bastien. Liam x MC (Riley Taylor)

Warnings: slight swearing, slight angst

A/N: I thought it would be nice to see things from Bastien’s POV. Any similarities to anything else out there is unintentional and is purely coincidental. I fell in love with the TRR series late and have only just got into it. I felt that some of the chapters just needed a bit more - it goes along with my previous fanfic where Riley went back to New York briefly after the coronation ball.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Apologies in advance for any typos, grammar or spelling errors.

Chapter 3

The night of the Coronation Ball dawned and Bastien was once again in the shadows watching the festivities around him when he saw Liam lead Lady Riley into the maze. His heart constricted at the sight, he had been around Liam enough to know what his plans were for this evening, he had watched the young prince’s love for Lady Riley grow. Against his better judgement he had arranged the secret meetings they shared, made sure they weren’t disturbed.

He watched from afar as they emerged, laughing, kissing, straightening their clothes as they went back into the ballroom casting shy glances at each other. He closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face, Bastien knew that even if The King had known that his son had just declared his love for Riley he wouldn’t have cared. He was set on destroying the young prince’s life before it had properly begun.

And then it happened, just as Liam was about to choose her, the timing couldn’t have been any worse for her or any better for Constantine. Bastien closed his eyes, unable to face what he’d done as the beeps and buzzes of the phones rang out around the ballroom. Shame crept over him as he led Riley out of the room, his face flushed crimson and he cringed at the scene playing out in front of him. She pulled back from his grip and screamed for Drake; he had to be honest with himself hadn’t expected that, they must have got closer than he realised. He led her to the security office, apologising as he did so, none of this was her fault. He knew he had to act fast, the King was keeping Liam occupied until Bastien could get her out of the palace and away to the airport. He had arranged it so her bags were packed by the time she was allowed back to her room to change. The palace guards had taken her passport from her, but little did she know that flights had been booked long ago, a plane was strategically scheduled to take off after the news had broken.

He bundled her and her belongings into a waiting unmarked car, and that was it. She was gone. Bastien left the palace, he couldn’t handle the questions, the accusations flying around. He found a bar on the outskirts of the city and ordered a neat whiskey. He felt he deserved a night off for a change, he’s given his life up for that family, been constantly at their beck and call. He knew that Liam didn’t believe a word of the Tariq scandal, he could see it in his eyes. No doubt Drake had already told him about what happened that night. It was obvious to everyone that Riley would never cheat on Liam, well not with Tariq anyway. Now Drake, that was something that Bastien kept turning over in his mind, the way she called his name when she was being led out, the way Drake was there to save her that night from Tariq. It was clear to him from the coy looks that Drake was also in love with the American, that much was evident, but had he missed something between the two of them? Did she feel the same way about Drake? Bastien shook his head, no, he’d seen the way she looked at Liam surely she wasn’t leading Drake on as well...would she?

His phone lights up with yet another message, he ignores it like all the others he’s received tonight. After a few minutes it starts vibrating on the bar in front of him, he picks it up and looks at the caller ID. Drake. He hits the decline button and puts it back face down on the bar. He would love to switch it off but he daren’t, even on his night off he’s never truly off the clock. It buzzes again. He picks it up. Drake. Oh for fucks sake give up he thinks as once again he hits decline. It buzzes for a third time and this time he gives in and answers it.

‘What?’ He’s not in the mood for pleasantries.

‘What the fuck was all that about Bas?’ Drakes voice is loud and shrill. Bastien takes another sip of his whiskey. ‘I think it was quite evident what all that was about Drake.’

‘Where are you Bas? I’m at your office but you’re not here, you need to help us sort this out.’

‘I don’t take orders from you Drake.’ Bastien’s mood is making him cranky with his young friend.

‘What? Bastien what’s the matter with you? And where are you? Are you with her? Let me speak to her.’

‘No.’

‘Bastien, please.’ Drake begs.

‘Drake listen to me, you need to step away from this. Whatever it is that you’re thinking of doing. Don’t.’ Bastien’s tone was firm.

‘What the fuck Bas? You can’t seriously believe she’s done anything? I told you what happened that night, I was there. You said you’d step up security, check the room locks. Remember?’

‘Drake, it doesn’t matter what I believe. What’s done is done. I can’t do anything to change it. Go home, you can’t do anything either.’

‘I’m sure as hell gonna try Bas. I’m gonna go after her. Where is she? Was she sent back to the US? Back to New York? What flight is she on?’

Bastien remains silent, he rubs his forehead with his hand.

‘Bastien?’

‘Drake, please I’m asking you as a friend, go home, leave her. It’s for the best. This is bigger than you can know.’

‘How can it be for the best? She didn’t do anything. Liam knows that, so do I, and so will everyone else when she makes a statement, I can vouch for her.’

Bastien lets out a long sigh. ‘And who are they going to believe? Two commoners or a court full of nobles?’ He knows his words will sting Drake, he’s always had a chip on his shoulder about not being a noble. ‘They’ll think you’re just siding with her, without proof they won’t believe you.’

‘Nah fuck that shit, I’m going to go get her, she’s been sent back to New York hasn��t she?’ He can tell by Drakes voice that he’s angry and knowing him as he does he knows Drake’s prone to acting rashly when he’s angry.

‘Drake, please’

‘Bastien just tell me!’ Drake shouts

‘Yes’ Bastien feels like a brick has been dropped in his stomach, he knew this was going to end badly. He expected that it would be her fighting against being deported, demanding to speak to The King, causing hell until they let her go. But word from the men at the airport was that she went willingly in the end, resigned to her fate. They told Bastien that she sat sobbing, that even the Beaumont’s couldn’t convince her to stay. He can’t imagine Riley Taylor crying, Liam choosing Madeleine must have broken her heart. He knows there’s no stopping Drake when he’s set his mind to something, the lad would row a boat to the States if he had to.

‘Do not, I repeat, DO NOT let Liam get on that plane. Do you hear me Drake? He can’t leave, he CANNOT be seen to be going after her. Is that clear?’ Bastien demands.

‘Crystal’ with that Drake hangs up. Bastien rubs a hand over his face and downs his drink, ordering another one.

She came back with Drake. She’s got guts he’ll give her that. She’s been staying back at the Beaumont’s estate again. Constantine was pissed when he found out. He told Bastien that maybe he should have got rid of her after all.

Maybe it’s just to ease his conscience but Bastien is glad she’s back, she deserves a chance to clear her name, he hopes she’ll manage it, he’s only sorry he can’t help her. Even though he now serves King Liam, Bastien can’t disclose his previous duties to King Constantine. He assumes Drake has told Liam she’s back, but if he has then Liam hasn’t mentioned it. The poor King looks so dejected all the time, he puts on a front for the staff, the politicians and press, but Bastien sees behind the mask. Since the coronation Bastien has been reassigned to Liam’s personal protection, he’s tried to keep a distance so far, he can’t look the new king in the eye, he swears his betrayal is written all over his face. He’s not keen on Liam’s new fiancé either, she’s demanding and rude to the staff, considering all the schooling some of these nobles have had they haven’t been taught manners. Luckily she’s not at the palace often, however the engagement tour is going to test Bastien’s patience he can tell.

As the night of the engagement party draws closer Bastien has heard from his sources that Riley will be there. He’s still yet to figure out if Liam knows, from the way The King has been acting he doesn’t think he’s aware, it wouldn’t surprise him if that stupid Beaumont boy is planning some kind of surprise reunion, risky he thinks to himself making a mental note to keep an eye out for any confrontations and to make sure he diffuses them before they happen.

Bastien watches from the door as Lady Riley and Lord Beaumont greet Countess Madeleine, her smile is sly and snide, even though he can’t hear what she says from his position he’s sure it’s condescending. He tenses as he sees The King walk over to the the trio, he’s primed ready to step in if Riley so much as raises her voice to The King. It’s then that he’s convinced that Liam didn’t know Riley would be here tonight, it’s the first time he’s seen a genuine smile on his face since his coronation, however brief it was.

Thankfully the party goes smoothly, that is until Liam foolishly orders two dozen roses to be sent to the American’s room. He needs to let it go Bastien thinks, The King Father will be furious if he finds out, even though it’s not his problem anymore he’s sure Constantine will make it his problem.

Bastien doesn’t know how he did it but somehow Liam has arranged for her to meet him on his balcony, he knows it wasn’t via phone call or text that’s for sure. He pretends he doesn’t notice her scurrying around the grounds after the party, puts a call out on his radio for his men to hold off, reassigns them to the front of the house, tells them he’ll deal with it. Liam doesn’t need an audience for this. He can’t help but smile to himself as he watches her scramble over the railings of the Kings balcony, barefoot and shivering in her little blue dress. Liam’s not a fool, he must have known there would be security watching his room, he must have had faith that Bastien wouldn’t intervene. He hopes that Liam will end it here tonight and tell her to leave, but he knows the young king too well, no way is he letting her go without a fight. This whole situation is becoming way too complicated, he should have known she would come back. Bastien radios the guard assigned to Madeleine’s room, tells him to make sure he reports any activity directly to him, the last thing he needs is for her to show up and cause a scene.

He keeps a distance as the couple argue, she’s very clearly upset but she’s not crying. Bastien’s got to admire her strength, not too many girls would be able to keep control in a situation like this. His heart sinks as they kiss, even though she eventually pushes Liam away. He knew this would happen, they’re like a fucking real life Romeo and Juliette now he thinks, and he remembers how that ended for the star crossed lovers.

Liam comes to Bastien’s office a few days later, he enters the small room closing the door behind him.

‘Your Majesty.’ Bastien rises from his desk bowing to The King ‘I would have come to your office if I had known you wanted a meeting.’

‘It’s quite alright Bastien, I need your help on the Tariq situation and I thought it a discussion better placed here.’ Bastien’s stomach drops, he had been dreading this day.

‘My help Your Majesty?’ Bastien plays dumb. ‘Yes Bastien, please use your contacts to track down Tariq so we can confront him about what happened that night, find out why he was in Lady Riley’s room, I need to help her with this, it’s because of me she’s in this situation.’

‘Are you sure Your Majesty?’ Bastien questions, this is not something he wants to be doing.

The King looks at Bastien in confusion ‘Of course I’m sure, why would I not be sure?’

Bastien weighs up his options here, he was told by Constantine to get rid of Riley but he no longer serves Constantine. He could pretend to look into Tariqs whereabouts, or maybe just delay looking into it until after The Kings wedding to Countess Madeleine to keep The King Father happy.

‘It’s just...excuse me if I am speaking out of turn Your Majesty, but you are engaged to another woman. I’m not sure that getting involved in a scandal concerning a past suitor will give the right impression.’

Liam creases his brow at his security guard ‘Bastien Lady Riley deserves the chance to clear her name. Finding Tariq will provide that opportunity. We must do all we can to help her. But alas you are right, Countess Madeleine must not know of this. Please avoid discussing the matter in her vicinity.’

Bastien hesitates for a moment then walks over to his locked filing cabinet, pulling the key out of his pocket he takes the file marked Riley Taylor from the draw and hesitantly hands it to Liam.

‘What’s this?’ Noticing the name on the front of the file Liam swallows. ‘Why are you giving me this?’

‘Just read it Your Majesty and then come and see me tomorrow If you still want me to find Tariq.’

The Kings face turns crimson, the lines of his forehead crease once again. He grabs the file from Bastien’s outstretched hand.

The Kings voice raises in indignation ‘If you think anything in this file will change my mind Bastien then you don’t know me very well, I want Lady Riley to clear her name regardless of what her background is, I don’t care where she’s come from, I’m not interested in her past! Do what you can to find that man.’

The King turns on his heel and marches out of the office and down the hallway. However passionate his protests were Bastien notices that he took the file on Riley Taylor with him.

#choices trr #choices #liam x riley #trr mc x liam #trr liam #trr bastien #trr fanfic #the royal romance #pixleberry

27 notes · View notes