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azrielsdove · 22 days
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Best Friend’s Brother: Azriel x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Kinda Mean Az?
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“Are you ever going to tell him?” Cassian teased you, peering over his glass as he drank. You rolled your eyes, throwing back the rest of your own drink.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you lied, adding more liquor to your cup. Cassian laughed, shaking his head at you.
“You’re blind if you don’t notice the way he looks at you, anyway.” You stilled at his words, eyes glaring daggers into him.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” You wouldn’t allow yourself the naivety to imagine Azriel felt the same way you did. You had only become a part of the Inner Circle a few years ago, after you accidentally took Rhys down thinking he was a danger. He had been so impressed with you that he immediately offered you a security position and set you up to train under his General and Spymaster. Cassian and you were fast friends, but Azriel left you confused. He rarely spoke to you and passed most of the training off to Cass. Everything he did screamed that he couldn’t care less about you.
Unfortunately, you were enthralled by him.
The few times he did train you were treasured memories, the feel of his hands on your waist as he corrected your position, the way his eyes looked over your body to ensure proper hold. At one of your recent sessions he had tackled you to the ground, hips pinning yours to the sand underneath you. You had allowed him to think your lack of speech was due to shock that he had taken you down so easily, and not because you were going delirious with desire. You had taken a rather long bath after that morning.
“Oh sure, yea, why would I know the male i’ve spent 500 years with? You’re right, you must know him better than I. I apologize, O Great One, for daring to assume.” Cassian mock bowed to you, smirking at your glare. “I know a way to prove it to you.” You hated how he piqued your interest.
“Pray tell, dear friend,” you said, carefully filling your rapidly emptying glass again. You enjoyed the way the drink made your mind fuzzy, the endless thoughts of why Azriel could barely stand you numbed. Cassian leaned closer towards you, a wicked smile on his face.
“Come to training extra early tomorrow. Wear your tightest leathers, the ones from when you first got here.” You narrowed your eyes at him.
“Those stick to my body like a second skin. I’ll look like a pleasure hall whore wearing them.” You didn’t appreciate the way Cassian looked at you, eyes shining proudly.
“That’s what I intend. I’d never lead you astray, would I?” He raised his hand in surrender immediately after he spoke, shaking his head. “Not about anything like this, I promise.” You knew it was a bad idea to agree to whatever plan he was making, but you found yourself nodding and hoping you weren’t going to regret this in the morning.
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A low whistle met you as you walked into the training ring early the next morning. “Damn, you look even better than I imagined. If this weren’t to get the attention of my brother i’d try to convince you down to my room.” Cassian looked approvingly over you as you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.
“If your plan fails, I may as well take you up on that. Gods know it’s been too long.” You often played into Cassian’s endless flirting, a key reason as to why your friendship developed so fast. He was right, the leathers were tighter than you had expected as well. You weren’t as toned when you began training. They are already made to fight directly to your body, so pulling on ones from a size ago was almost impossible. Still, you managed to buckle them around you, admiring yourself in the mirror. The leather truly hugged your skin, enhancing your strong thighs and body. “What is your plan, by the way?” You asked, looking suspiciously at Cassian.
“I’m gonna kiss you.” Your jaw dropped at his statement as his laughter floated over the training ring. “Don’t look at me like that! Imagine it, Az comes up here and sees you like that, with me? He’s going to be so jealous I won’t be surprised if he has his way with you right here.” You felt your face heat at his vulgarity, shaking your head quickly.
“No way. No way. What if he instead thinks, oh I dunno, that we are together?” You point out, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Trust me when I tell you that he won’t.” Cassian took a step closer to you, holding out his hand. “I am not as dumb as you may think.” You sighed, reluctantly placing your hand in his and letting him lead you over to the side of the ring. You may as well attempt his plan, however ridiculous you think it is. He places a hand on your waist as he pulls you close to him, the other coming up to cup your face. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
You shook your head, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. “What do I have to lose? If it doesn’t work, at least I got to spend my morning with a handsome male,” you quipped, winking dramatically at him. You felt his laugh under your hands, the nerves of what you were about to do calming down. This was Cassian, your best friend. You could trust him.
He dipped his head down towards you, eyes locking onto yours once more to ensure you were okay with this. You pushed up on your toes and connected your lips, using the last little bit of confidence you had. Cassian’s hand slid to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair as he angled you up into him. You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, enjoying how he so clearly knew what he was doing. You moved your arms up to lock around his neck, arching your body into his touch. He nipped at your bottom lip and you gladly opened your mouth to him, almost forgetting why you were doing this.
Almost.
Anticipation slithered up your spine and you forced your eyes to stay shut, even though you wanted to peek and see if Azriel had arrived yet. Cassian’s hand flattened across your back, pulling you tighter against him. You lost yourself in his kiss, allowing your body to relax into his hold.
Something cold and weightless tightened around your calf, pulling your attention away from Cassian as you looked down. Your heart was racing as you took in one of Azriel’s shadows, swirling anxiously around your ankles. Cass didn’t allow the little thing to distract from your plan, bringing his lips up and down the side of your neck. You tilted your head back to allow him more access, an embarrassingly needy noise slipping from your mouth when he nipped at your skin. The shadow spun faster around you, another one coming to wrap around your waist and tug you from Cassian’s grip. You stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over more shadows behind you. “Wha-“ you began, cut off by a shadow wrapping around your throat. Cassian’s eyes widened and he glanced behind you, true fear on his face. That was certainly not comforting.
An arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against a strong chest. You forced your breathing to stay steady, realizing it was Azriel behind you. “Cassian,” he said slowly, “what do you think you’re doing?” His voice was quiet, but threat laced his words. Cassian paled, raising his hands in surrender.
“Now Az, let me just explain-“ You shook your head as best you could against the shadows hold, not wanting Cassian to embarrass you further. As if this could get any worse. You were going to murder him for this.
“Leave us. Now,” Azriel commanded Cassian, voice still dangerously calm. You couldn’t help but be a little worried as you watched your friend practically run out of the training area. If Cassian didn’t think he could deal with Azriel right now, what chance did you have?
The shadows disappeared from your body, but the arm around your waist only tightened. You repressed a shudder as you felt Azriel’s lips brush the tip of your ear, leaning down to whisper to you. “What kind of game do you think you’re playing?” You sucked in a breath, all confidence gone now that you were alone.
“I-I’m not playing a game,” you stuttered out, cursing Cassian in your head.
“Mhm,” Azriel said, his other hand coming to trace up and down your thigh. “You just happen to be dressed in these delightful things,” his hand slid between your legs, squeezing your inner thigh. “You show up extra early to practice, and I find you with my brother’s lips on your pretty little neck?” He ghosted his own over the same stretch of skin Cassian had kissed, a shiver running down your spine. “And to make it worse, I have to listen as you make that delicious noise for him?” He nipped your neck in the same spot as Cassian, causing you to gasp in surprise. “Hm, not quite.” His hand between your legs moved up, fingers finding you easily over the tight fabric. You bit your lip and tipped your head back as he circled your clit, the teasing pressure not nearly enough with your leathers in the way. “Look at you, already so reactive for me.” He pressed slow, hot kisses along your throat, his fingers continuing their almost perfect teasing.
“Az-“ You breathed out, arching into his touch. “It wasn’t, ah, it wasn’t real.” He chuckled darkly against your skin, his fingers pressing harder onto you.
“Oh, I know. I don’t take Cassian’s sloppy seconds.” His words were punctuated with a sharp bite under your ear, his teeth sucking in the skin there. You knew he was undoubtedly leaving a bruise, marking you as his. A rather embarrassing whimper left your lips, his fingers still punishing you over your leathers. “That’s more like it,” he groaned, biting a second spot on your neck. You have another helpless noise, enjoying the way it clearly affected him. “I’m going to make you cum, just like this. Do you understand?” He moved his fingers tight against you, playing you like an instrument he had trained for. His lips brushed against your ear again, sucking the lobe of it into his mouth. “I’m going to make you cry out my name, without ever truly touching you.” Heat rose in your cheeks at the humiliation of it. He was going to ruin you without any effort.
And you were going to let him.
You moaned his name as you felt the pleasure build in your core, pushing yourself harder against his hand. “I always knew you’d be so good for me,” he growled, a shadow angling your face towards him. You almost finished at the look in his eyes, his pupils blown wide as he worked you. “I want to look at you when you come undone for me.” You moaned again, trying desperately to lift your head up to kiss him. The shadow kept you in place, a slow smile spreading over Azriel’s face. “Not yet.” He leaned down enough that your lips were a breath away from his, but not any closer. You shook in his hold as the pleasure his fingers were bringing intensified, the teasing too much to bear.
“Azriel, please,” you gasped out, fighting against the shadow. You could feel yourself about to snap, legs quivering as you climbed that peak. He said nothing, only watching you with those stunning eyes of his as his fingers pushed you over the edge. You went rigid against him, mouth open in a silent scream as your orgasm took over. He kept working you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could. He stopped when you collapsed in his arms, chest heaving as you sucked in air, trying desperately to come back down. He released you then, watching as you stumbled before turning to face him. His eyes drifted down your body, stopping on the wet spot he had made between your legs.
“I’d say you’re ready for training now.”
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Here is a short little smutty piece for Azriel Baby <3. I might make this into a mini series 👀. I am still working on Pt.2 of Longing, I just hit a bit of a block and needed to get something else out!! I hope you enjoyed 🩷
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eveningepiphany · 1 year
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far from sober | H.S
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part II
summary: you’re incredibly drunk, and when you are it comes with you having an obscene lack of a filter. harry being the sweetheart he is, is trying to get you back into your hotel room in one piece. he was not ready for you to be so touchy.
warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk people (including close family members), fluff, sexual tension, brothers best friend, drunk crying lol
a/n: sorry I haven’t posted properly in a while! here’s a shorter piece while I work on some more stuff <3 plenty to come x
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Saying you were a bit drunk was a drastic understatement.
You were stumbling all over the place, heels becoming impractical now you were so intoxicated.
Harry, who knew you were going out with some of your family and friends tonight at the bar, had no idea what he was coming back to.
You don’t remember actually intending to get this drunk, but your Aunty had been egging the group on to do some shots, and before you know it you’re well past tipsy. Even your mum was getting drunker than you’d seen in years.
So all the other boys who’d gone out— including Harry— walk into the hotel bar. It was as chic as the lobby, just adorning some more neon signs and rustic bar stools.
Harry had gone out with them to look at a heap of shit that you and your female family members had little interest in. They’d insisted you all stay and just have a couple cocktails, since it was a holiday after all.
It was to their surprise when your same eager aunt bounded up to them when they popped through the door to the bar. They had expected tipsy, but not hammered.
“Oh my god!! You guys will not believe how good the cocktails are here!” She swooned, and they all glanced at each other with an amused chuckle.
“I think I just might believe it.” One of the boys piped up.
Most of them dispersed to find their significant others, family or friends amidst the bar, and see how much chaos was being caused.
But you’d b-lined straight for Harry, regardless of whether he was seeking you out.
His brows shot up when you collided with his side, “Harry!”
Your arms wrap around his middle and you end up latching onto him, practically using him to keep yourself upright.
“Oh!” He speaks in surprise, hands jumping up to brace around your lower back.
“Are you absolutely hammered too, love?” He chuckles and you bury your face into his chest.
“Yeaaaaa…” you drawl, a smile spreading onto your face.
“Everyone else is rounding up their partners. Suppose I’m in charge of you, yea?” He suggests, rubbing your back.
“Wanna—“ you hiccup, “have a drink with me?”
He shakes his head with amusement, “I think you’ve had plenty, sweetheart. We should get you back to your room.”
Most of your drunk family were getting escorted out by their respective people, being taken up to their hotel room before they can drink themselves any sillier.
This included your brother, Leon, who had his longtime girlfriend pulled into his side, holding her half up and laughing a little at her drunken slur.
He came to a stop when he seen both of you, eyes flitting between your two figures. A small twitch of his brows suggested he wasn’t sure of how he felt about the sight.
“You got her?” He asks, a protective edge to his voice. One that drunken you missed easily as you stayed plastered against him— which is something sober you would not do in general, let alone in front of your brother.
Harry nodded straight away, understanding his defensiveness over you since he feels the same about Gemma. He said softly, “Of course, I’ve got her mate. I’ll take her up to her room.”
Leon glanced at you again. Harry and him met when they were 9, and they’ve been best friends since then. He trusts Harry with his own life, and knows he’d never ever do anything that would hurt you, but his protective side is still flaring up.
Only when his girlfriend, Brie, complains of feeling nauseous he curtly nods, and continues heading for the door.
You are again, oblivious to all this, running your fingers along the tattoos exposed on his forearm— his sleeves rolled up to his elbows— putting his gorgeous skin out on display for you.
“I loveee your arms.” You slur, and his eyes shoot from the door back down to you.
He rarely sees you this drunk, and you’re suddenly very close— making comments that for many reasons are bringing a flush to his face.
“Y/N, Jesus you’re hammered.” He shakes his head, still smiling.
He slowly starts walking, “Cmon, let’s go. Y’brother is expecting me to get you back to your room in one piece.”
“You definitely won’t have a drink with me?” You whine, taking a few steps backwards trying to tug him in the direction of the bar instead of the door.
“Nope. Maybe tomorrow if you can even stomach alcohol.” He pushes the doors from the dimly lit bar open, and leads you into the back of the lobby that it’s connected to.
You squint at the dramatic change in lighting, which is hardly helping your sense of perception, or lack thereof, from the alcohol.
Harry’s hand has taken yours though, leading you to an elevator.
You noticed how warm it was, smooth against yours, aside from the rougher pads of his fingers from the years of playing guitar.
Being so off it, you could not keep that thought to yourself.
“Your hands are so soft, H. Like silk.” You say as you walk into the first elevator to open, squeezing his hand.
“First time anyone’s ever told me they feel like silk. I’m flattered.” He smiles, squeezing back.
“what floor are y’on, by the way? D’ya even remember— or are we a bit too wasted for numbers?” A teasing lilt is in his voice.
You half-laugh half-hiccup, “it’s… 7…?”
“You hardly sound certain about that.” He nudges you with a laugh, “It’s 12, we’re on the same one, remember.”
You laugh much harder than any sober person would, which makes it funnier to him. Since it was a mediocre joke at best.
You’re still laughing as you touch his chest with your palm, “you’re not funny.”
His gaze travels down to it, and he’s shocked at how touchy you are. You never do shit like this when you’re sober. His own amusement quickly takes the back seat, even though you’re still giggling.
However your face falls shortly after, laced with a curious gaze as you slide the neck of his long sleeve to the side, in search for the swallows inked onto his collar bones.
He watches as your eyes wander the small expanse of skin there, and how your fingers brush the tattoos.
“Having fun?” He asks, trying to joke again, but really he’s undeniably a little worked up.
“Yah, heaps.” You snap your gaze back up to him as you enthusiastically nod.
He hates the fact he’s blushing so hard right now over this, since you’re drunk and not completely in control, but he at the end of the day is a man with a very pretty girl— which happened to be you— pulling at his top like she wants it off him.
You hum to yourself, “Have such a pretty neck.” And you trail your hand up it, running a finger over his adams apple.
The elevator door opens like a blessing, and he quickly moves to make distance between the two of you.
“Can you remember your room number, darling? That’s one thing I actually don’t know.” He looks to you as you follow him out with clumsy moments.
“Uh… I dunno— wait I think the keycard is in my purse.”
He laughs at this— wondering if it will come to you in time once you sober up.
“Fuckkk.” You groan. “My purse is in Molly’s big handbag.”
The groan soon turns into a whine, because drunk and being slightly inconvenienced is not a good pair.
“It’s ok!” He amends quickly, trying to keep from having a drunken meltdown on his hands, “We’ll just got back to mine, only if you’re comfortable?”
He quickly prepares for you to not want that, “otherwise— I’ll call her, she didn’t seem too wasted, I’m sure she can—“
He’s interrupted by you, “I don’t mind going back with you.”
You say it with a confused look on you face, a tiny pout on your lips.
“Why would I be uncomfortable going with you?”
“Because… well— I’m not sure. I just wanted to leave you with other options.”
It’s not like you haven’t spent time alone together before— you’ve actually spent plenty, but just never with you drunk.
And so touchy.
“No. It’s ok. I love being with you!” You chuckle.
He leads you down the hall, pulling the keycard from his back pocket once he reaches his room, 3313.
The door clicks open, and he holds it open for you, following you in shortly after.
You’re still unstable on your feet, and one look at those heels, he’s surprised you haven’t ended up on the floor in the last ten minutes
They’re practically a health and safety issue. He can not imagine you getting them off right now— which is exactly what you’re about to bend over and attempt.
Before you can throw off your centre of gravity, he quickly says, “Go sit on the bed.”
You glance back over your shoulder, face only lit by the light from the lamp in the corner of the room.
“That’s a little forward, don’t you think, Harry?”
He toes off his own shoes, shaking his head immediately at your drunken misconception of what he asked.
“So I can take your shoes off.”
You make the few steps left to the bed safely, and you sit at the edge of it, still giggling as you say, “just my shoes, huh?”
“Yes.” He walks over, kneeling down on one knee, pulling your heeled foot up onto the strength of his thigh.
He fiddles momentarily with the laced up string, warm hands splayed on your calf, and choosing to ignore the way your dress is riding up your thighs.
Christ. This is harder than he thought.
“I forget how hot you are sometimes.” You deadpan, and his jaw goes a little lax.
You’re usually playful, yes, but never do you breach into territory like this.
It was only others, like those at a family gathering, or your close friends, that would push to get stuff like that out of you like they were matchmakers.
There were many times that barbecues or some kind of event held at yours, Leon would invite Harry over. And if the two of you even interacted for just a second, someone in your family circle would tease you. Especially your own damn brother— it was a constant streamline of snarky comments from him.
“You are so drunk.” He mumble while pulling up your other foot.
You ignore his statement, thinking back to when he was a boy to now. He was cute— always was— but the way he looks now is just unmatchable.
“Have you always looked so… like… this?”
He chuckles, almost nervous, “what does question that even mean?”
“So pretty.” You clarify after a moment of trying to find the word.
“Ah, you’re only saying that because you’re plastered up the walls.” He laughs, and a dimple popped on his cheek, and your hand jumped into action before you could even think about it.
“Noooo, sober me thinks that too. She thinks you’re more than pretty.” You say, cupping his jaw, gently tracing the dimple that popped up.
He doesn’t know how to interpret any of this. His heart is jumping in his chest, and he’s trying to reason its genuinely just the alcohol in your system.
He holds eye contact as he slips off your other shoe, placing in neatly next to the other.
He stays there for a moment, unprepared for your next question.
“Can I kiss you?”
She’s drunk, she’s drunk, she’s drunk…
“You’re drunk, sweetheart.” He says, and it’s painful— because he wants to, so fucking bad, but you’re not in a state to consent to literally anything at the moment.
And especially not in the mind frame to be making decisions like this.
You lean forward anyway, before he has a chance to avoid it, managing to meet his lips on your own terms.
He caved for a brief flash of time, and allows a second for himself to feel it, no longer than that though. Just a mere moment to take in the warm, soft feeling of your lips on his. It takes so much strength for him to not kiss you back, he has to focus on the task at hand— sobering you up and getting you safely asleep.
He pulls back after that single moment, leaving his forehead against yours, “baby, I know, I really…” he cuts himself off.
A deep inhale and he stands up, “Not tonight. Cmon, let’s get you out of your dress. You can wear something of mine.”
He walks over to his suitcase, anything to remove you from his sight for a moment, to reset his thought process. He pulls out a tshirt and pair of gym shorts, hoping they won’t be too big on you.
Turning back around, he convinces himself he’s fine. Placing the clothes from his bag on the bed beside you, his hands come under your arms, helping you stand up on flat feet for the first time in hours.
You lean into the touch, turning around so he can undo the back of your dress.
The feeling of his fingers brushing your back have you going wild, and the way they gently slide the zipper of your dress down.
His eyes lock with the back of your lacy bralette and he chooses not to follow your skin any further down.
You use your hands to slip the straps off your shoulders— and very quickly the dress is pooling at your feet.
A shaky inhale passes through his nose as now you stand in just your underwear and a seemingly very pretty bralette.
He reaches and picks up his shirt from the foot of the bed.
“Do you want to… take this off before…?” He gestures to your bralette when he catches your eyes.
You nod, reaching behind you to undo the clasp and allowing it to slip from your shoulders to the floor.
Harry puts all his focus on getting the tshirt over your head to cover you up.
Once it’s over your whole frame, you can’t help but smile.
He’s so nervy and cute around you.
“Thanks, Harry.” You smile, suddenly feeling an overwhelming amount of adoration for him hit you.
It inflated up in your chest, and bubbled deep into the pit of your stomach.
It killed Harry to watch it happen, and although he had no idea what kind of thoughts were going on in your head, just seeing you light up like that…
You wrapped your arms around his middle again, just like you did when you ran up to him in the bar.
He placed his hands in your hair this time, taking in your scent— which was mixing with his own now that your were in his shirt.
“Love, if you were sober right now. God.” He confesses.
“Im sober enough.” You beg, even though it’s such a lie.
He still shakes his head against you, “‘M not gonna be that guy, Y/N. I have waited years just to have you. I can wait another night. Or week. Or a whole ‘nother year if that’s what it takes.”
This hits you hard.
And it felt like your 15 year old self could hear it up in the confines of your head it rung through you that loudly.
She loved him then, more than she’d ever admit. And sure, you’ve grown up from 15, but yet never once did you grow out of him.
As noted earlier, being drunk and inconvenienced is not a good pair. But being drunk and having someone say or do something sentimental like that is another level.
Tears immediately start to fall from your eyes, and he feels your chest shake at the sudden outburst of emotion.
He pulls back, thinking he’s done something wrong, or said the wrong thing, and an apology was immediately on the tip of his tongue.
But relief thrums through him as you tug him right back into the hug, “that’s— that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“The nicest thing a boys ever told me.”
“Sweetheart.” He coos as you cry, his own voice wobbly with emotion.
He feels like he’s on a roller coaster. 5 minutes ago it seemed all he could think about was the unspeakable things wanted to do to you, and now he just wants to lay you down and hold you until you fall asleep.
He forgets the shorts on the foot of the bed, shuffling the two of you up to where the head of it is— which was still unmade from last night when he’d slept in it.
He tugs you into it, pulling you tightly too his chest as your heads hit the pillows.
And he just hugs you.
Eventually, your crying subsides off, and you enter an indescribably calm state.
“I love you. I don’t even know if you’re going to remember this in the morning.” He sighs, “but fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too, Harry.” You whisper, before your eyes begin to fall heavy, and those words were the last to leave your lips before you fell asleep.
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PART II, found here
a/n pt2:
back again guys, hello!
this is like an extended a/n, but I have a lil update. I saw harry for the very first time live 3 weeks ago. it was so so incredible, and the experience was by far the best time of my life. I miss harry so much i just feel sick ugh. he is perfect. auslot was amazing, he absolutely gave us his all.
that’s why I’ve been so absent on here, literally coping with my pcd a day at a time. I’ve written heaps but nothing I’m 100% happy with haha.
but anyways I just thought I’d share, thank you so much for your continued support and know there is plenty in the works x
all my love, <3
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oops-ididit · 6 months
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if i ever had amnesia, i think the first thing i’d do would be read all the fics i have bookmarked on ao3. getting a second chance to read them for the first time? sign me up.
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reqxxyt · 11 months
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pairings: arthur l. x f!reader
warning: charles being a f*ckboy, alcohol consumption, a bit of angst, reader is oblivious as well as very emotional-
wc: 3.2 k
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“Don’t run!” your mother called out to you as you only slowed down just a bit still jogging around the muddy playground after such a long day of rain. You giggled, stepping on all the muddy patches on the ground with your rainboots with not a single care in the world.
On the other side of the playground were two boys, a bit older, one being 8 years old and the other 6, you couldn’t help but feel an excitement run through you as you had almost never seen anyone else here after a rainy day. For you and your mom it was a different case, it was always a lot quieter barely bringing anyone to the park and you enjoyed a quiet environment, asking your mother multiple times to bring you to the park after a storm.
With little care, you jogged to them still making sure your mom could spot you. The two boys only noticed you after looking down so long playing with sticks, seeing your yellow rainboots in sight, looking upwards. The older boy caught your eyes first with colored eyes and messed up dark hair, meanwhile, the younger tried to catch your own eyes but you stood, near admiring the older one. Maybe that was the moment you fell for Charles Leclerc. 
Every day after that day was near the same, after a school day you would have to force your mom to take you to the park to meet with your new friends even if there were other people around, and while you grew close to the two of them, you found yourself relating more to the younger one, Arthur. And ever since then, you declared yourselves best friends, going practically everywhere together. 
Charles grew to love karting, along with Arthur and you never missed the chance to cheer the two on, loving the sport alongside them. Race after race, you cheered victories and comforted losses on both sides. Only after you turned 15 was when you started to notice the abnormal rate of your heart when near Charles. 
He was always kind to you, considering you were his younger brother's best friend, and grew fond of you but never gave any sort of hints as to liking you. You only grew the courage to tell your best friend about it when you turned 16, Charles being 18. 
“Hey, Arthur?” your voice soft, almost scared about his reaction. You’ve never held feelings for practically everyone, but you always saw others tell their best friend first about their crush, and you wanted to as well. But you knew this was different, your crush being his brother. He looked at you, departing his attention from the movie you two agreed on for the weekend, a weekly tradition in your friendship. 
He waited for you to continue and with every drop of courage, you sighed deeply trying to relieve the heavy feeling in your chest before saying “I think I like-” You stopped for a second, still trying to analyze his reaction, he waited, feeling his own drop when you said with a shaky voice “I think I like Charles”
“Oh” was all he could let out, feeling his own mouth dry up. He pursed his lips, not exactly sure what to say to the teenage girl he had his heart racing for. Meanwhile, you were still worried, not liking his reaction ready to take back your words, maybe play it off as a joke but he only nodded, mustering up a lifting of the corner of his lips “Are you thinking about telling him?”
He really didn’t want you to tell him. Praying you would stay silent about your new discovery forever, he was afraid of losing you to him. It seemed Charles always received everything compared to him and he wouldn’t allow you to follow. 
“You think I should tell him?” you asked, looking down at your palms, picking at your skin to let out some relief from having just confessed to your feelings to someone other than yourself. 
No. “Sure. But I don’t-” You cut him off, hugging him and he seemed well shocked by that action stopping his sentence, bringing his arms around you taking a small sniff off your hair, noticing you tried a new scent. 
“Thank you, Arthur. I didn’t know how you would react” you said, an excited smile now on your face. Usually, those smiles directed at him would make him feel dizzy, especially when you two had your arms practically around each other but instead, knowing the reason for the smile made his heart tear but he couldn’t tell you. Couldn’t possibly tell you he didn’t want to see you happy with someone else. 
Instead, he gave you a small smile in return. 
With the encouragement Arthur had given you, you felt prepared to tell Charles about your feelings towards him. It would be weeks until he visited though, but you didn’t mind the wait. The second he came to visit, you made up an excuse to your mom saying Arthur needed help with some school work making your way to the Leclerc family, hoping you would have some time to tell Charles. 
But when you entered you faced Arthur seeing him wear a rather upset look, your smile only dropped an inch but he could tell you grew worried from his expression, he only opened the door and allowed you in to witness the news. 
Charles had his hands linked together with another girl. One that appeared a lot more his age. You could feel your heart break at the sight, only being able to hold a tight smile, glancing back at Arthur who held a sad look, sympathy tracing over his eyes. 
You forwarded your steps, ready to meet the girl that held the heart that you longed for. With a proper smile, you introduced yourself. She seemed nice, shaking your hand with smooth palms as you started to grow a sense of jealousy over how perfect she was. You finally faced Charles not sure how to welcome him back, usually you would bring him into a hug but you took one glance at him and simply whispered “Good to see you”. 
Charles, while confused didn’t seem bothered by it as you walked passed the two of them, you not being sure whether to yell or cry from the scene. Charles brought his attention back to his girlfriend, excited to show her around his hometown while you and Arthur walked to his room knowing how the next couple of hours would be spent having to comfort the poor girl. 
A single tear was shed the minute you two walked in, you didn’t care if he saw, knowing the multitude of times he had seen you get emotional. They both sat down and without saying anything, Arthur rubbed your back bringing you in closer to him as you let out all of the tears on his shoulder not worrying about how it might affect his shirt but he didn’t care either, simply irritated from his brother. 
The next couple of years were you hiding your feelings for Charles as he would bring over other girls, not near affected as much as the first time but you couldn’t help but your heart still follow the same guy every time. Sometimes, when you would sleep over at their house you would hear them from not too far. You only tried to silence the noise bringing yourself closer to Arthur. 
It wasn’t until the Monaco Grand Prix that Charles took notice of you. 
“You almost ready?” Arthur asked, sounding annoyed but near admiring you through the mirror that held your attention for the past hour. Charles had just won his hometown race and called for a celebration at the club, inviting you two to tag along. 
“Black or red?” you asked him, laying out the two dresses you had been debating on for the past couple of hours. Arthur looked at the two of them, looking back at you before pointing at the red one. You thanked him before changing in the bathroom, walking out feeling like a priceless diamond. 
Arthur couldn’t help but have his eyes follow your trained figure as you got your shoes on, wishing he could only gather the courage to tell you but he knew he didn’t stand a chance to your feelings for Charles. He thought about telling you, but every time he did, you would only intervene, telling him about the girl that you saw Charles with. 
“I’m ready,” you said, an excited smile plastered on your red-tinted lips. You saw yourself in the mirror one more time before turning back to Arthur who sat, with dreamy eyes. Your heart made a strange jump at the sight but you brushed it off thinking you just needed some booze in your system. 
You two arrived together and immediately spotted the bar, ordering a couple of shots, taking two each before attempting to search for the champion of the race to further congratulate him. You had your hand laced with Arthur's hand, only to not lose him in the search of finding Charles but it sent Arthur's heart racing at the way you held tightly. 
You finally spotted him, you brushed your hair off your bare shoulders and let go of Arthurs's hand as you approached the Monagasque driver. He took notice of you immediately, with alcohol in his system as a smirk started to grow, slurring over his words “My favorite girl” sending your heart on overdrive, you thought you heard wrong, cheeks starting to grow a deep shade of pink with Arthur only crossing his arms behind you. 
“Congratulations on your win,” you said enjoying his attention, excitement running through your system. He thanked you with his charming smile, offering you a drink and you only took it, sipping on it every so often. Charles's eyes would flicker to your lips every time you would lick them trying to savor the taste of the drink, you noticed, of course you did, he didn’t even attempt to hide it. And so did Arthur who tried his best to engage in a conversation with someone else he couldn’t care less about in comparison to you. 
“Have you always been this pretty, y/n?” his accent seeped through his words not able to control them, and neither did you, feeling yourself get dizzy from the alcohol and while you wished this wasn’t how you would have told him, your drunk thoughts spoke before you could think. 
“I’ve liked you forever Charles, why notice now?” you hide your hurt statement with a teasing, almost flirtatious smile and he took the bait. Laughing along, only shrugging before taking another sip of his drink, barely taking notice of the close proximity until he could smell your perfume, one Arthur had gifted you. 
He would be lying if he said he didn’t know about his younger brother's crush but having you near begging him to have him only riled him up more, needing to see what was so special about you that had your brother mumble in his sleep. 
Charles’ hand went to the sides of your face, no longer holding the drink, and pulled you forward to his lips drunkenly. You were shocked, suddenly gaining an ounce of sobriety as you pulled him in closer. Arthur had witnessed every second of it, how Charles took a glance at him before pulling you in, how you pulled in closer, and how you two left the club together stumbling and giggling. 
The next week you had dreamt about what would occur next, believing now you stood a chance at being with Charles. You told everyone close to you that knew of your feelings, including Arthur who acted surprised only rooting for you to continue the situation with Charles. But that dream was crushed when you were sent an article, showing Charles with a new girl at a club being very intimate before leaving together. 
Tears streamed down, Arthur had texted you, seeing the article as well but you ignored all of his calls, not sure if you wanted anyone near at the moment. Arriving at your apartment, Arthur already had a spare key and allowed himself inside only hearing the small piano melody that you always had on and the sounds of sniffles coming from your bedroom. 
He slowly opened the door, seeing you curled into a ball shaking slightly, taking no notice of his presence. Arthur cursed at himself for ever allowing you two to leave the club in the first place, knowing that this would be the place you would end up. He walked up to the bed, sitting on the edge and feeling a dip of the covers you immediately stopped, figuring out Arthur would be the only one to enter you finally sat up not looking at him, humiliated. 
Arthur didn’t say anything, allowing you to be the first to speak, “am I stupid?” your trembling voice had him close to you in seconds, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned towards his touch, feeling a sort of comfort and safety in him. 
“He’s the stupid one,” he said, rubbing your sides as he started to wipe the tears remains of your face. 
“I’ve spent all my life in search of a way to make him like me” you sighed, exhausted at the realization. “I’m sorry Arthur”
“Why are you apologizing to me?” he found it absurd, that such a sweet girl like you would apologize for something his older brother caused you. 
“You have always been there for me, and I always find a way to complain or just talk to you about him,” you said simply, not sure why your body felt so calm yet why your heart started to pick up a pace when you turned to him. He only shook his head, laughing under his breath sending your body shockwaves at the sound. 
“It's alright ma belle,” he said comforting you at the nickname. One he rarely ever called you in fear of you looking too deep into it but right now it only sent a small smile. 
“I think I’m ready to move on” you whispered and his jaw clenched trying to contain his hope and excitement from your words. He only gave a small smile and nodded, kissing your temple, a common action from him after comforting you, usually before leaving knowing it was best to leave you alone but as he started getting up you grabbed his wrist. 
“Mind staying a little longer?” you asked, he sat back down with no objection, leaning against the headboard getting all comfortable now at your suggestion making you chuckle before leaning into his figure, resting your head against your chest. 
Brushing your hair, Arthur sent you to a small nap, reassuring himself by listening to your light snores he whispered to himself  “Move on to me” 
The day of your birthday was always special, you invited friends over and always had a great time. Your 22 not being any different, except it was with more people, you invited part of your family, mainly close ones in age, employees who you didn't find irritating, and obviously your friends. 
You finished getting the place ready, having Arthur suggest to do it at his place since you only had a small apartment while he had basically had a penthouse. You only thanked him a million times feeling youself get excited as you started to place drinks in the fridge, cooler and snacks all around. 
People started arriving and not long after you started to enjoy yourself, feeling yourself get loose after having such a rough month trying to get over the boy you’ve been fawning over your entire life. 
“How are you and Charles?” one of your coworkers asked, genuinely an innocent question. You no longer felt your heart tug at those words, feeling content over the matter, you just shook your head explaining the situation. You took another shot not wanting to talk about it anymore and she gathered the hint, taking one with you as well. 
“What about his brother?” one of your cousins asked, you could only give her a confused look not sure where she was heading with this. Arthur had been talking to some of his friends by the kitchen since you allowed him to invite whoever he wanted. “You know, Arthur?”
“What about him?” you ignored the way your heart picked up at the sound of his name. 
“You have to have noticed it by now?” your coworker joined in, and you felt isolated in the moment seeming like you were the only one who wasn’t informed. They laughed at your expression, teasing you in a sense before another one explained “How Arthur is practically in love with you”
“And how he has been since you were little” your cousin added in always having noted the way he looked at you when you invited him for family gatherings. You shook your head, laughing thinking it had to be a joke. Your best friend of 15 years couldn’t possibly like you. Right?
“Laugh all you want, its true” you cousin shrugged as the others agreed. You directed your gaze at Arthur no longer feeling the beat of the music but instead the pounding of your heart. 
The party ended not long after 3 in the morning,  having already established how early you wanted it to end. You had already agreed on sleeping over at Arthurs place but with the new information still running through your mind you weren’t sure how close you could get to Arthur before you blurted it out. 
“What are you still doing up?” he asked, entering his bedroom to see you already ready for bed only sitting at the edge of it looking down at the carpet floor. Growing worried, he sat down next to you wondering what had made you grow so quiet. 
“My cousin said something about you today” you turned to him, biting the inside of your cheek. “Told me you liked me since we were little” your voice grew quiet as you asked “she was kidding right?”
Arthur could feel the world slow down at your words not sure how you felt about what you were told only asking you “Would you want me to say she was?” okay with her not recipricating his feelings. 
You shrugged, feeling yourself want to tear up. Emotions overwhelming you. Your voice trembled as you said “I don’t think so”
Arthur felt his heart leap at your response, lifting a corner of his lip “then she wasn’t”
“Why didn’t you tell me, Arthur? I thought we were best friends” bringing back the same term hurt Arthur a bit but he knew you didn’t mean it that way. 
“You were so focused on Charles, I never got the chance to tell you” he explained and all at once, guilt flooded your emotions. The times he would tell you, you would interrupt him telling him a story about the lingering eye contact between you and Charles, a little delusional over the matter. “I also hoped that if I never told you the feelings would go away”
“Did they ever leave?” you unknowingly leaned forward, he only smiled before replying.
“No. They never did"
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JUST ASK
Pairings: George Weasley x Fem! Summary: George asks you to the ball. Warnings: none?
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George watched you from across the room as McGonagall announced the Yule ball, you were sat between Hermione and Angie, smiles covering all your faces.
you looked over at them and leaned towards Angie
"I bet 5 galleons Fred asks you" you whispered, a smirk on your face
she looked at you and shook her head
"fine" she sighed.
-
he walked out of the room with Fred, going to lunch while thinking about the ball.
he'd been in love with you for a while now and this would be the perfect opportunity to act upon that. but he would never do anything
"Freddie!" he heard your sweet voice call out. coming up behind him and his brother
"hey, Love" Fred grinned, waiting for her to catch up, pulling you in a hug as you got to them
George would never do anything because you're his brothers best friend.
you pulled away from Fred and looked up at George, his heart fluttering at the eye contact.
you smiled gently at him "hi George"
"hello" he smiled back
"so, have you been planning any pranks lately?" you questioned as you walked with them to the great hall
"do we ever really stop planning?" Fred joked "but no, yeah, George had the great idea of- you know, it's too good, George you tell it" Fred nudged his brother and made him tell you his idea
"it's stupid it doesn't matter" George grew nervous and brushed it off
"it's not stupid, it's brilliant!" Fred exclaimed excitedly
"yeah, I bet it isn't stupid. c'mon George tell me" you pleaded as he looked down
"well I was thinking maybe one of will pretend to be Trelawney and teach a class" He explained sheepishly
"it will surely make her go more crazy, she'll probably think she has a twin or something" Fred laughed
you didn't mind Trelawney, she was crazy art times but she seemed misunderstood too. but you couldn't deny it was a good idea
you laughed along with him and agreed
"well that's definitely not stupid" you told George, he smiled and felt his cheeks warm up
-
as you sat down, the twins on the other side, already filling their plate, you decided to bring up the ball
"so, who are you guys planning on asking to the Yule ball?" you asked curiously
Fred shrugged "haven't thought about it yet." you looked at George and tilted your head at him
"I don't know" he bit into his chicken, trying to avoid the subject
"what about you? who do you want to ask you?" Fred smirked at you
"I don't know" you mimicked George's answer, he looked up at you and furrowed his eyebrows, swallowing his chicken
you would probably say no to anybody but George, but he doesn't have to know that.
"We'll it's not for a while so. Just sit back and relax for now. No need to worry" Fred smiled
"I'm not" you scoffed
"And if worse comes to worst then George will always go with you" Fred nudged him. Making George look up in shock. Frantically shaking his head
"What? No I won't" he huffed. Making a face.
You're smile faltered. Is that really his reaction?
"yeah, Fred, I would rather go with Draco Malfoy than George" you played it off, chuckling lowly
that hurt George. you would rather go with a stuck up Malfoy who only cared about blood status than him?
so George only laughed along, nodding his head
-
it was finally December and George was trying to work up the courage to finally ask you.
he was sick of hearing you talk about the ball with your friends saying you still didn't have a date.
and he didn't want to go alone either.
and he would also hate himself for not asking you and seeing you with somebody else.
so he tried thinking
he couldn't just go up to you and ask, that's not like him, he needs to go big. fireworks was so overdone though so he needed something else.
he tried to start conversations with you, One on one, which was going well
but he had ran out of ideas
so he had one choice, go to your best friend.
"Fred, I need help"
his twin looked up at him as he scribbled ideas for pranks
"what is it?" He asked
"promise you won't tease me" George mumbled
"depends on what it is" Fred shrugged cheekily
George sat on his bed, his shoulders slumped as he played with his hands
"I want to ask Y/n to the ball" he muttered
"blimey, yell it out to the world then mate" Fred said sarcastically
"I said I want to ask Y/n to the Yule Ball" George repeated louder
"my Y/n?"
the younger twin looked at him dully
"I need your help" he pleaded
"why?" Fred questioned
"because I don't know her like you do" George sighed
"why do you want to go with her?" Fred got up, standing in front of his brother
"because I like her" George confessed sheepishly
"awww, Georgie fancies a girl" Fred teased, earning a glare
"just do a firework show for her" Fred shrugged, not knowing what to say
"that's so basic, we do fireworks all the time, I want to impress her" George replied
"ah, ok then, just give her a gift" Fred suggested
"I don't know what she likes" George exclaimed, waving his hands around
Fred furrowed his eyebrows "then what the hell do you know?"
"nothing! that's why I'm asking you!" George whined loudly
Fred let out a deep breath
"fine, I'll tell you what she likes" he agreed to help
George went to his bedside table and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill, looking to see his brother looking at him like he had two heads
"what are you doing?" Fred shook his head, confused at his brothers behaviour.
truth be told, Fred was happy for his brother, he did have his suspicions about how George acted around the girl. but now he knows.
"writing this stuff down, for ideas" George smiled innocently
the two brothers discussed everything George wanted to know about you
down to your favourite flowers, colours, time or day, food. they went into how you have multiple teddy bears on your bed and how you almost have a full collection of cards from the chocolate frogs.
"what does she like to do in her free time?" George asked, looking up at his almost filled page
"she liked going down to the black lake, she spends time in the library to read. other than that just hanging out with friends" Fred answered.
"alright" George mumbled, scribbling it down and smiling gratefully at Fred
"think that will be enough?" Fred asked, by now he was sat next to George, watching him as he wrote down what he said
"do you think it is?" George furrowed his eyebrows
"I think what you have down will be more than enough to figure out how to ask her, it also gives you a lot of space to get to know her too, this is just the bare minimum" Fred nodded his head.
"alright" George looked down at the piece of paper again, smiling at it "thanks, Fred" he whispered to his brother
"don't worry about it, she'll say yes" Fred nudged him, sensing the nervousness in his brothers voice.
George could only hope that this information could help him. because he was slumped.
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you came back to your room after dinner to find a letter on your bed, your name written in a rough messy handwriting on it. with a chocolate frog box on top of it.
you picked them both up and decided to go for the letter, you unfolded it and read it to yourself
meet me at the astronomy tower after after you read this.
sincerely, Wait and see ;)
you put it down and took the chocolate, opening the box, catching the frog as it hopped out,
"not so fast, bugger" you murmured.
after the frog stopped struggling you took out the card, noticing to name that you always looked for, the finishing touch to your collection since you started since 1st year.
you smiled as you saw his face in the card, the name reading
Celestina Warbeck.
you contemplated going or not, and when Angelina came into your dorm, she excitedly told you you should go, because you never know what it could be?
you put on a jumper and went off to the astronomy tower, hugging yourself protectively, your wand in your pocket in case.
you walked up the stairs and went in, noticing his tall figure in the darkness of the room.
the sun was almost fully and it was coming to the time where it started to snow for the winter.
you walked closer
"George?" you recognised him from behind, it couldn't of been Fred, you saw him in the common room when you left
he smiled at you nervously, his grin seeming lopsided
"hello" He swallowed deeply
you looked around the tower, no one else in sight
"disappointed?" he sighed
you looked back up at him and shook your head vigorously
"no- No I'm not disappointed, shocked? surprised? yes" you replied quickly
he revealed a bouquet of your favourite flowers from behind his back, handing them out to you
"oh? thank you George, they're my favourite! how'd you know?" you took them from his hands
"lucky guess, I'd say" he chuckled
"so why'd you bring me up here?" you interrogated him, smelling the flowers
"well I was hoping that maybe- only if you want to, of course, that you'd might- maybe, want to go to the Yule ball, with a certain Weasley?" he rambled sheepishly
"and who might that certain Weasley be?" you smirked
"me" he whispered, his eyes wide with anticipation of your answer
"I wouldn't rather go with anybody else" you beamed up at him
"good- great that is perfect, thank you- um, amazing" he stumbled on his words
he couldn't describe the feeling of you saying yes even if he tried, he was more than every word that describes happy.
"well then, shall we go back, or do you want to stay and watch the start come out" he looked up at the dark sky, noticing a few little shining stars
"I'd like to stay here for a bit it that's ok with you" you replied
"perfect"
-
you guys got closer throughout the weeks leading up to the ball, you got to know each other and went out to Hogsmeade for a date.
and tonight, the ball. you hadn't seen each other all day
you walked up to him as he stood facing Fred, away from you.
he noticed Fred averting his eyes to something behind him, making him turn, seeing you, in a long dress, looking like it was made of silk
you looked breathtakingly beautiful to him
"bloody hell" he whispered Fred whispering the same thing beside him
Fred had never seen his best friend look so beautiful. and when he looked over to his brother, he saw the love that was held in his eyes as he looked at you.
"Hi" you looked at them
"Hey, Love" Fred smiled, hitting George in the arm to make him answer
"Hi" he said, looking like he was in a trance
"Angie's on her way, t be honest I have no idea where she went, she was beside me one minute and gone the next" you giggled, looking at Fred
"gorgeous" George stopped Fred from responding by blurting out suddenly
"pardon?" you apologised, asking his to repeat
"you look. absolutely gorgeous" he breathed
you blushed profusely
"thank you George, you look really handsome"
"ready?" he holds out his arms for you. you look over at Fred and furrow your eyebrows
"go on, i need to wait for Angie, I'll see ya in there" he smiled
you smiled and locked your arm with George "let's go"
Fred watched as you two walked into the hall, a big smile on his face as he saw his two best friends together.
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On Thin Ice
Part 1 - Word Count 1822
Best Friends Brother/Forced Proximity
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The pulsing bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, bodies moved in rhythm on the crowded dance floor, bathed in the kaleidoscope of lights that flashed overhead.
At the center of it all stood Y/n, perched behind the sleek bar, expertly mixing drinks with a practiced hand.
Her eyes scanned the room with a cool detachment, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons who frequented the club night after night. Some were regulars, seeking refuge from the monotony of their daily lives, while others were newcomers drawn in by the promise of excitement and escape.
Among the throng of revelers, one figure stood out from the rest. Tall and confident, with a mischievous glint in his eye, was Jack Hughes, the famous hockey player whose presence seemed to command attention wherever he went. He was surrounded by his teammates, their laughter mingling with the music as they enjoyed the music.
Y/n watched them from afar, unimpressed by the spectacle they created. To her, they were just another group of entitled athletes looking for a good time.
But little did she know, Jack had already set his sights on her, intrigued by the challenge of winning over the one person in the club who seemed immune to his charms.
With a confident stride, she reaches their table and addresses the group with a professional smile. "Good evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you tonight?" she asks, her voice steady despite the loud music.
The other players eagerly place their orders, but Jack remains silent, his gaze fixed elsewhere as if she doesn't even exist. Y/n clears her throat, determined not to let his dismissive attitude get to her. Locking eyes with Jack, she holds his gaze, silently challenging him to acknowledge her presence.
After a moment, Jack finally meets her gaze, his expression guarded. Y/n holds his stare, refusing to back down. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low murmur.
"Is there something I can help you with or are you just here to ignore me?" she says, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.
The other players begin cracking up amongst themselves, sensing the tension between Y/n and Jack. Jack's lips twitch with the hint of a smirk, intrigued by Y/n's defiance, not expecting her to address him so boldly.
"Surprise me," he finally replies, his voice low and husky.
Y/n raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Alright then, consider it done," she says, before turning on her heel and heading back to the bar to prepare their drinks without a second glance. Y/n could hear them laughing even from behind the bar.
She steps behind the bar, the familiar rhythm of the club pulses through the wooden counter beneath her hands. She leans in, her movements fluid and practiced as she retrieves the necessary bottles from the shelves. The scent of alcohol and sweat mingles in the air, a constant backdrop to the cacophony of sound that fills the room.
With a steady hand, Y/n pours Jack's drink, the liquid flowing smoothly into the glass as she measures out the perfect amount.
Despite the chaos of the club around her, Y/n's movements are precise and deliberate, a testament to her few years of experience behind the bar. She knows this environment like the back of her hand, and she thrives in its fast-paced energy.
As she finishes pouring the drink, she takes a moment to savor the sense of calm that washes over her. Y/n approaches the table once again, carrying the tray of drinks, she can feel the weight of Jack's gaze on her.
She sets down the shots for the other players, exchanging friendly nods and smiles with them before finally reaching Jack.
With deliberate care, Y/n places Jack's drink in front of him, her fingers brushing against his hand for the briefest of moments. She meets his eyes, holding his gaze steadily as she waits for his reaction. Jack's expression softens slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he takes the shot glass in hand.
Their fingers brush again, this time lingering for a fraction of a second longer, sending a jolt of electricity through Y/n's veins.
"Thanks," Jack murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. With a simple nod, she returns to her duties behind the bar. She takes note of the two blondes leaning in close to each other, their heads bent together in whispered conversation.
They shoot furtive glances in the direction of the players' table, their giggles growing louder with each passing moment. Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n approaches them with a quizzical smile.
"Everything alright, ladies? Need anything else?" she asks, her tone light but tinged with a hint of suspicion.
The blondes exchange a quick glance before one of them, a petite girl with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, speaks up. "Oh, we're just admiring the view," she says with a playful wink.
Y/n raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Is that so? Well, I hear he has a thing for blondes," she replies, her voice tinged with amusement.
The girls look over at Jack, obviously trying to get his attention. This catches Jacks eye, and he quickly looks over at the two. Jack smiles a bit and then whispers something to his teammates. After he pulled away, they all began to laugh, he looked back at the drunk girls and smiles.
Y/n huffs out a laugh at the interaction before checking her watch, noting it was time to take her break. She headed straight to the more secluded area of the club, finding the lounge and plopping down on its couch. The soft hum of distant chatter fills the air, a soothing backdrop to her thoughts as she allows herself to unwind.
She takes the moment alone to relax in the quiet of the club before there’s a knock on the door frame. Y/n looks up to find Jack standing there, his grin wide and infectious as he meets her gaze. The sight of him catches her off guard, momentarily stealing her breath away.
With a playful twinkle in his eye, Jack saunters into the room with a casual confidence, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Y/n raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and skepticism as Jack enters the room. "Lost sweetheart?" she quips.
Jack chuckles, undeterred by her dismissive demeanor. "No, just looking for a moment to relax," he replies, his grin widening as he settles onto the couch beside her. Y/n rolls her eyes, her lips quirking into a half-smile despite herself.
"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks, his tone playful as he tries to strike up a conversation.
Y/n scoffs, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes him up. "Working, if you must know," she replies, her tone clipped as she crosses her arms over her chest.
Jack's laughter fills the air, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, the glamorous life of a bartender," he says, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "I bet you see all kinds of interesting characters in here."
Y/n chuckles, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You have no idea," she replies, her tone light but tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "Let's just say, it's never boring."
But just as their banter begins to flow, the atmosphere in the room shifts. One of the blondes from earlier stumbles into the lounge, her presence immediately commanding attention.
She teeters unsteadily on her heels, her gaze fixed on Jack with single-minded determination. Y/n can feel the tension in the room shift, the easy rapport between her and Jack faltering in the face of this unexpected interruption.
The blonde sidles up to Jack, her movements clumsy and awkward as she tries to capture his attention. "Hey there, handsome," she slurs, her voice loud and grating in the quiet of the lounge. "Wanna dance?"
Jack's smile falters slightly at the intrusion, his eyes flickering with discomfort as he tries to navigate the situation. "Um, I'm sorry, I'm actually in the middle of something right now," he says, his voice strained as he tries to politely decline her offer.
But the blonde refuses to take no for an answer, her persistence bordering on desperation. She reaches out to touch Jack's arm, her voice growing louder as she tries to coax him into joining her on the dance floor.
Y/n can see the discomfort written plainly on his face. Without missing a beat, she leaps into action, determined to rescue him from the awkward situation. "Sorry, but Jack promised me the next dance," Y/n interjects smoothly.
Jack's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected rescue, but he quickly recovers, shooting Y/n a grateful smile. "Yeah, sorry about that," he says, his tone apologetic as he stands up from the couch. "Duty calls, I guess."
With a quick nod to the bewildered blonde, Y/n and Jack make their escape, slipping out of the lounge without a backward glance. As they make their way through the club, Y/n can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of their excuse.
As they reach the crowded dance floor, Y/n suddenly becomes acutely aware of how close they are, the heat of Jack's presence sending a shiver down her spine. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Y/n takes a small step back, putting a safe distance between them.
"Well, that was... interesting," she says, her voice slightly strained as she tries to regain her composure. “I uhm need to get back to work.”
Jack's hand reaches out, gently catching her wrist and halting her in her tracks. She turns to face him, her gaze meeting his in the soft purple lights that cascade from above, casting a dreamlike glow over their exchange.
"Hey, before you go," Jack says, his voice smooth and confident. "I was wondering if I could get your number. You know, in case I need rescuing from any more blonde bombshells."
She quirks an eyebrow at his cheeky remark, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She tilts her head to the side, considering his request for a moment before responding.
"Well," she says, her tone teasing but tinged with a hint of approval. "I guess you're not gonna be my knight in shining armor after all." Jack chuckles, his smile widening at her playful jab. "I'll take that as a yes," he says, his voice tinged with relief as he reaches into his pocket for his phone.
But before he can enter her number, Y/n leans in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "It’s actually a no."
With a playful wink, she steps back, her heart pounding in her chest as she turns and walks away, leaving Jack standing there in the hallway, his mind reeling with the thrill of their encounter.
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🌶️ Moonstruck 🌶️
Warnings: cursing, asshole!Matt, Dom!Matt, party, enemies to lovers, best friends brother, mentions of drinking/drugs, smut, fingering, male receiving oral, face fucking, female receiving oral, p in v, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, slight degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming, squirting, overstimulation. Just all around rough & nasty smutty smut smut sMUT.
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Part 2?
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You knew from the moment you met him, you hated him and everything he did.
His smirk, his smile, the way he did everything he could to make sure you were watching him. He always did everything in his power to make you hate him. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a sort of attraction towards him. His hair, and the way he would put his fingers through it.
God, his fingers. Every time you’d see him hold the steering wheel like his life depended on it and his fingers would tap against it, going along with the beat of the shitty trap music that Chris chose for the night, you couldn’t help but imagine them inside you. You’d just assumed that you were so sexually frustrated that you were just making up the hate in your head. But when he would make his comments, it reassured that hate.
Which brings you to now
The music was loud, people were dancing, the room was filled with the shitty smell of weed and cheap beer, there were people on the coffee table, snorting god knows what. You’re 4 shots in and the cup in your hand was filled with your liquor of choice for the night, hoping to somewhat get rid of the feelings you undoubtedly have for him.
You were wearing skin tight little black dress, tights and black boots, and if we’re being honest, you didn’t wear any underwear in hopes of meeting someone to take your mind off of Matt.
You see your best friend, Nick in the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with water, and you make your way towards him.
“Hey, babe.” You say to him, he smiles at you. You two continue talking, smiling at Chris in the corner with a girl, trying his hardest to flirt. You both are assessing the situation, and you see her nudge his shoulder jokingly, and he takes that opportunity to snake his arm over her shoulder. The two start to walk upstairs, giggling.
You both high five each other, Nice job Chris.
Unfortunately, the moment was ruined when you see him, and he sees you. “Ugh.” He says as he walks past you, grabbing a beer from the cooler. “Ugh? Why’d you ‘ugh’ me?” You ask, mocking his tone, he slams the cooler down, and opens the bottle, “because you are so insufferable.” Nick takes this opportunity to walk away, fed up with constantly hearing you two bicker. “I’m insufferable? You’re the one who always goes out of your way to make some kind of comment towards me, so what is it now?”
“It’s the the way you’re dressed. You always try way too hard, you’re obviously asking for it.” this made your blood boil. “I’m asking for it?! What am I asking for?!” You yell to him, “you’re obviously asking to be fucked tonight. It’s honestly so disgusting, you’re such a slut, all the time.” Fuck. Hearing him say that made you wet immediately, you cross your legs, in order to try and hide your arousal, “let me guess, that turned you on?”, you look down, face a crimson red, biting your lip as you look down at your feet. Matt grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him, “i think you need to be taught a lesson, hm? What do you say about that?”, you immediately shake your head yes, “I need to hear the words come from your mouth, princess.” He says, “fuck, yes. Yes, teach me a lesson, please Matt.” He grabs the cup from your hands, slamming in on the counter, along with his.
He takes your hand, leading you up the stairs, opening his bedroom door, pushing the two of you into it, and locking the door behind him. “You need to be taught a lesson, yeah? Let’s see how well you listen you fucking slut.” He throws you on the bed, “I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Do I have permission to touch you, princess?”
“Yes, Matt. All of it.” He walks over to the side of the bed, grabbing your face in his hands, kissing you roughly. You whimper out in relief, finally fulfilling that need you’ve had for him. He grabs your throat, applying slight pressure, cutting off your breath. He continues kissing you for a few seconds before making his way onto the bed as well, lying on top of you, kissing your lips. He grabs your hand, squeezing it tightly, making his way down to the crook of your neck, kissing and leaving dark bruises to form. He takes your other hand, lightly squeezing your tit, rubbing his hand over your nipple, “Matt, please, touch me more.” He immediately makes his way down to the bottom of your dress, lifting it off of your sweaty body, “no underwear? Such a fucking slut.” He hisses.
He takes his hands, rubbing your inner thighs, inching his was closer to your heat, teasing you. “Pleas, Matt, touch me already.” You whine, not being able to take it anymore, “such a fucking slut for me, princess, hm?” You nod you head quickly, he takes his hand, lightly smacking your heat, “use your words princess,” you moan out, “fuck, yes, m’ such a slut you you Matt. Only you.” He takes that opportunity to roughly tear the crotch of you tights. He puts his middle and index finger in his mouth, getting it wet with his salvia and taking his hands and placing them on your wet folds, “so fucking wet for me already.” He says through gritted teeth, rubbing the insides of your folds, avoiding your sensitive clit purposely to tease you.
He finally makes his way down and shoves his head in between your thighs, and starts sucking your clit, he takes his right hand and sticks his middle and index finger inside your cunt, curling at an ungodly rate. Your let’s start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming.
He takes his other hand and holds down your thighs, as you start lifting them to relive the pressure, he starts moaning when he feels you pulse underneath him, your orgasm beginning. Suddenly, he removes his face, slapping your sensitive clit, causing you to whine out in frustration. “No coming yet, princess,” he then places his fingers between your folds, taking your wetness and placing it in your mouth “I made you this wet, didn’t I? Suck them, princess. I want you to know how you taste.” After you suck his fingers clean, he gets up from the bed, and takes his belt and jeans off, “come on princess, get on your knees.” You comply, and get off the bed as well. He takes off his boxers, his already hard cock springing free and hitting his stomach, and uses his hand to pump it, “come on baby, I wanna feel your mouth around me.”
You take his cock into your hands, pumping up and down as he groans. You lick a stripe up his cock, starting at the base, and then start licking the tip, “fuck, just like that y/n.” You then take his cock into your mouth, pursing your lips and sucking, jacking off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, “fuck, ‘s good baby.” He grabs your hair from behind you, creating a ponytail and pulling you away from his cock, “you’re too soft with it babygirl.” He then stars fucking your face, making you take every inch of his cock. You gag every time it hits the back of your throat, tears streaming down your face as he barely lets your breathe; but you can’t help but feel turned on as you see his eyes squeezed closed, his mouth agape and him speaking all kinds of profanity. Knowing that you were making him feel that good, he starts to twitch in your mouth, but pulls out before he can cum.
“Back on the bed, I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” He demands, you comply, lying back down on the bed. He makes his way over to the bed, and out of nowhere flips you over with one hand, “on your hands and knees princess.” You get onto your hands and knees as he gets on the bed, jerking himself off. He takes his cock, up to your pussy, teasing your wetness. “Do you deserve it baby? I don’t think you do.” You moan out, almost in defeat. “I do Matty, please.”
“Hmmm. I don’t think you do. You came here looking like such a whore, and I don’t think it was meant for me.” It wasn’t. But, it was to keep your mind off of him, “I just wanted to get you off my mind. I’ve been craving your cock since the moment I met you.” You whine, arching your back, craving some kind of contact. “Is that so? I guess it’s mutual, baby. Every time I see your pretty tits, I can’t help but imagine what they’d look like with you bouncing on my cock. I jerk off to every picture you post. I can barely contain myself when you’re in the room.”
“Please, Matty, I-i need it.” You whine, he then takes that as an invitation and shoves his cock into your pussy harshly, not letting you adjust before roughly grabbing your hips. You moan out in relief, “oh fuck Matty, oh my god.” He continues to furiously fuck you, “that’s my little slut. You’re only allowed to be my slut.” He reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling it into a ponytail once again and roughly pulling it to the point that you think he’s going to pull all of your hair out.
He takes his free hand and roughly spanks it with every thrust, creating red welts. “Oh fuck, Matty I’m gonna cum.” He fastens his pace, “you’re not allowed to cum without me, keep going baby, you’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” This is about to make you lose your minds you feel your legs start to shake, “fuck I’m gonna come too baby,” you feel his cock start to switch, signaling he’s coming undone, “cum for me princess, come on, cum all over my cock.” He moans out as you feel his warm cum fill you up, he’s a groaning and moaning mess, his thrusts are becoming sloppier, overstimulating himself, “c’mon baby, I know you can cum too.” Eager to make you cum, he reaches down and does rough circles on you clit, sending you over the edge.
Your legs seize, as you start to reach your orgasm, but again, he pulls out of you. He slips you on your back again, reinserting his cock and lifting your legs on his shoulders, “I want to see you come undone on me baby.” He’s thrusting so furiously that you feel like you’re going to pass out. You feel yourself get light headed, your gets shake again as he starts rubbing your clit again, “fuck yeah, c’mon baby, c’mon.” Your body finally lets go, moans spewing out of you mouth like a waterfall, “fuck, fuck, Matt! Fuck!” You whine. his thrusts never stopped and circular motions on your clit never ceased and instead got impossibly faster. Your legs were shaking and spasming, and then bursts of wetness erupted from you. He pulled out to allow your liquid to fully shoot out and watched in wonder as your body convulsed under him, as you squirted all over your his cock.
“Fuck oh my god baby.” Everything was blurry as you tried to see his face, your body still shaking and convulsing. Eventually, your body went limp after a few minutes, your heavy breathing being the only thing heard in the room, other than the loud thumping of music from the outside of the door. You look over to the right of you, seeing Matt kneeling by the bed next to your face, caressing it and placing loving kisses to your forehead, “You did so fucking good babygirl. I’m so proud of you. Oh my god.”
You feel your eyes start to get heavy, the entire situation taking all of your energy. “Hey, before you fall asleep, go pee.” He states as you whimper, “I can’t move.” He chuckles, lifting you off the bed and carrying you to the bathroom connected to his room.
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squoxle · 2 months
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⚘𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒟𝒾𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 ~ 𝒲𝑜𝓃𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻
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🎧pairing: Wonbin!best-friend's-brother x Reader!afab | 🎧wc: 5.9k | 🎧summary: After nearly getting caught in the act, you and Wonbin agree to keep seeing each other in secret while you used Eunsoek as a cover to hide the fact that you were fucking your best friend's brother. But what do you do when you get caught in the act--for real this time? |🎧cw: swearing, underage drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, angst, voyueism? public sex?, getting caught, fingering, spitting, creampie, plot twist!!
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You had been able to successfully hide the fact that you had been seeing Wonbin for more than four weeks now. Everything seemed too easy. Eunsoek hadn't tried to make a move so you didn't have to worry about feeling guilty for kissing him, but Wonbin had been spending a lot of time by your house. This made Minji suspicious as you weren't coming over as often as you used to.
Luckily you were able to convince her that you were doing it to avoid Wonbin so you could focus more on Eunsoek. Which was the complete opposite, you were barely interested in him anymore after you and Wonbin started hanging out more.
This weekend she demanded your presence at "mandatory" girls' day. Which basically meant spending the entire day at the mall trying on clothes you'd probably never buy, but wanted to see how you'd look if you did buy them.
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"Ngh, what time is it," you groaned as you rubbed your eyes. The dark curtains made the room extremely dark. To the point where it was hard to tell whether the sun rose or set without opening the blinds.
"Who cares? It's Saturday. We're allowed to sleep in til noon," Wonbin whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. His warmth was nearly enough to pull you back into a deep sleep, but one word stuck out like a sore thumb...
"Noon? You're joking right?" you asked as you reached to pull your phone from under your pillow, clicking the power button to see 12:27 illuminating your screen. "Oh my fucking god!" you groaned. "Minji's gonna kill me," you sighed.
"So what? I wanna cuddle some more," he mumbled, tucking his face into your neck before kissing your cheek. "Just tell her you got busy and spaced."
"I was supposed to meet her at the mall at 12 and I'm already late as fuck," you whined as Wonbin held you tighter. "I have to start getting ready right now," you continued as you pushed his arms away.
"Mmm, fine, well can I at least get a kiss," Wonbin said puckering his lips, leaning over to your face as you sat up next to him. You scoffed as you stepped out of bed, throwing a pillow at his face before you walked to the door. "Aww come on," he groaned.
"If you get up right now maybe we can do a little quickie in the car," you said as you walked to the bathroom. "On our way back," you said remembering that he would definitely try something on your way there.
You hadn't even started your hair--a task that always took longer than you wanted it to. Fortunately, you were just gonna be hanging out with Minji so you didn't really have to put too much effort into your outfit. Despite Wonbin's initial laziness, he eventually crawled out of bed to drop you off at the mall.
Wonbin sped his ass off to get you there, even though you still ended up being nearly an hour late. You quickly checked your makeup in the car mirror before getting out. You could tell that Wonbin would've rather taken that time to stick his tongue down your throat, but he'd just have to wait for it.
You blew him a kiss, which made him do that cute little smirk you love so much. If there was a way for you to physically be in two places at once, right now would be the perfect time.
Barely squeezing through the rotating doors, you pulled out your phone to text Minji. Something you had been doing nonstop since you got in the car with Wonbin, apologizing over a hundred times for being late. Even though she had told you it was okay, you still felt bad, especially since you haven't been hanging out as much lately...unless hours on the phone count.
She told you to meet her at Bubbles for Babes, a beauty supply store that sells the best fragrances. You found her trying out new scents, spraying little cards, and opening tops to get a whiff of the foreign aromas.
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"Oh my god. Finally! Someone I can trust is here," she sighed as she met your eyes.
“I said it smells good,” Sungchan said as Minji turned away from him.
"You said everything smells good," Minji spat, flailing her hands around.
"Well you didn't ask me," Eunsoek said holding back a giggle as he looked at Minji's frustrated expression.
"Ugh!" Minji grabbed your arm before pulling you over to her selection of scents that stood in a perfect row. "Can you help me pick out a scent?"
"Just go with the scent you usually get. You literally love it and you've been wearing it for years."
"Exactly! That's my point. I want to try something new now. I need an upgrade," she smiled handing you the bottle.
"Hmm okay," you said, clicking open the cap to smell the fruity aroma. "It's not Jasmine, but it's not bad," you shrugged.
"Okay, well smell them all and tell me which one you like the best," her eyes were fixated on you, watching your expression and anticipating your reaction to the various scents she picked out. "You'll need this," she said handing you a tissue.
"For what?"
"To prepare your nose for the next scent. That way everything isn't mixing together," she mumbled as she tucked the tissue in your hand.
You proceeded to sample each scent before settling on a fresh spring scent called Happy Day, which she surprisingly accepted. "If it gets boring I'll just use whatever you pick out for yourself," she smiled with relief.
At least she wasn't dragging you around the store, forcing you to smell everything only for her to leave empty-handed. So if this was the agreement she was making with herself then you weren't going to deny her.
"Oh, and Sungchan's paying for our stuff. So don't worry about it, they're having a BOGO sale today," she rolled her eyes before looking at her unsuspecting boyfriend.
"What? Why?"
"Because you didn't help pick out a scent. So now you're gonna pay for it," she said before handing Sungchan the bottles.
You picked out a scent for yourself, that you planned to intentionally leave in her room because you knew she would want to try something else anyway.
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After Sungchan finished paying for the stuff, Minji dragged you to a clothing store. Eunsoek and Sungchan got lost in the men's department as you followed behind your friend. "I have to find something nice to wear for my brother's party," she said scanning the racks.
"Party?" you asked.
"Yeah, we're doing something for Seongwha," she said, pulling a black dress from the rack and folding it over her arm. "Remember when I told you I had bought something for him?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's a surprise for being promoted to a high leadership position at his company. Our parents are even more proud than he is," she chuckled to herself. "My dad literally cried. I haven't seen him cry since...hmm actually I don't even remember the last time that happened."
Her words blended into the faint mall music as you drifted away into your thoughts. You were thinking about the things you wanted to do on the ride home with Wonbin.
Just then you saw a familiar figure walking through the aisles. Did your thoughts somehow manifest his presence? What the hell was he doing over here? Is he trying to make us look suspicious?
"Hey," she said, derailing your train of thought. You met Wonbin's eyes for a split second before turning to Minji.
"Y-yeah," you stuttered. You watched as he tucked his head down trying to avoid being seen by his sister.
"I'm gonna go try some of these on in the dressing rooms. Don't forget to pick something out for yourself okay," she chimed.
"Wait. For me? Why?"
"Because dummy. I need you to be there with me for emotional support. A lot of our other relatives are gonna be there and you know how annoying they can be," she scoffed as she rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I shouldn't be too long. Bye~" she waved before walking off to the dressing rooms.
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"What the hell?" you spat as a Cheshire grin spread across his face.
"You were taking too long," he smiled as he approached your figure, placing his hands on your waist.
"I was shopping with Minji. You knew that," you sighed. It's not that you weren't happy to see him, but this was way too risky.
"I missed you," he pouted as he wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your cheek.
"Stop it," you jerked your face away. "What if somebody sees us," you said as you pulled away from his grip.
"Then we can hide," he smiled before quickly scanning the area for a hiding spot. He pulled you into a corner, pressed you up against a wall, and immediately kissed your lips. You could feel how desperate he was for your body as he gripped every curve you had to offer.
It was just something about the way he touched you that made you melt in his fingers.
"Hey, where's your girlfriend?" Eunsoek said as him and Sungchan approached the area you were.
“She’s probably in the changing rooms. Wait here, I’m gonna go check,” Sungchan said as he walked off.
Wonbin didn’t let up just because they were close either. He continued to kiss your neck, pulling your body closer to his as he kissed you deeper.
“Wonbin,” you whispered. “Eunsoek’s over here.”
You weren’t in full on panic mode yet, but your heart was definitely racing for more reasons than one.
“Tch, I don’t care about him,” he chuckled against your skin. The wet spot on your neck catching the breath from his lips.
Not wanting to risk getting caught you try to push Wonbin away. “Won—ah!” You moaned as he but into your soft, supple skin.
“Hmm. D’you like that,” he whispered seeing your expression soften as a warm glow grew on your face. He pulled your leg up, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed into you.
A few sloppy kisses in and you felt his fingers crawl to your opening. He roughly pawed at your clothes entrance as he kissed your lips and neck, pulling your hair as you struggled to keep quiet. “This is better than the car don’t ya think?” He smiled as he reached under your shirt to cup your tit.
“Mmm,” you moaned between his lips.
“I wanna get you off right here, right now,” his eye lids dropped as he stepped back a bit. Your chest heaving slightly as you tried to calm yourself down. This was probably the first time you ever regretted wearing sweatpants.
Wonbin grabbed your jaw, stuck his fingers through your lips, and coated them in your saliva before spitting on them himself. He but his bottom lip as he slipped his fingers into your panties.
“Hmm, seems like you want it too,” he smirked as he felt the wetness between your folds. He rubbed your clit, trying to get you off as fast as possible. He teased your opening just enough to send you quivering over the edge.
He clamped down on your neck, to hear the soft, sweet moans that escaped your lips.
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“What the fuck?!”
No way. No fucking way is this happening for real. You prayed—for the first time in a long time—that this was just your imagination playing tricks on you.
“Fuck off, pal. Can’t you see we’re busy?”
Disappearing wouldn’t even do you justice right now. You needed to completely vanish from the face of the earth.
You covered your face with shame as Eunsoek and Wonbin went back and forth.
“So this is why you never want to hang out alone with me? Because you’re locking lips with this lowlife punk.”
“Eunsoek, it’s not like that—“
“It’s not like that?” Wonbin cut you off.
“No. Wait. You don’t understand,” you pleaded.
“What don’t I understand? Huh? Because all I see is you over here moaning on Minji’s brothers fingers.”
“That’s the problem.” You began. “Minji can’t know that we’re together.”
“Oh? So I’m just some fucking decoy? Do you ever think about anyone’s feelings other than your own?”
“Eunsoek…”
“No. I loved you. Like actually loved you. I even wanted a relationship with you. I was just waiting for the perfect moment—“
“Perfect moment for what,” Sungchan asked as he walked over to you.
“The perfect moment to ask ____ to be my girlfriend,” Eunsoek smiled.
What.
The.
Fuck.
He pulled you under his arm as you looked at him in confusion. “Yeah, Wonbin caught us making out and I wanted her to know that I was serious,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You stood there dazed. No way was this really happening. Wait…but what exactly was happening?
“Oh thank God!” Minji chimed. “Too bad I missed the show,” she giggled.
“Heh there wasn’t much to see,” Wonbin mumbled under his breath.
“OMG! Okay we have to do something to honor this lovely day,” Minji squealed.
“It’s really not necessary,” you said shyly.
“Oh, it definitely is. Now you’re going to my brother’s party with your boyfriend?! We have to pick out the perfect outfit,” Minji smiled as she grabbed your hand, ripping you out of Eunsoek’s grasp.
After your suprise shopping spree with Minji, Eunsoek offered to drive you home. At this point you really couldn't refuse his request.
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"So we're dating now?" you asked as the highway lights flashed glints of light in the car.
"That's what you wanted right? To cover up your little forbidden romance."
"Well, yeah, but you didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I wanted to. I gotta at least get something out of this whole thing right," he chuckled.
"Hmm, yeah," you sighed as he pulled into your driveway.
"If you get bored in the middle of the night, call me okay."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, since I'm your fake boyfriend now, I guess I better start playing the part," he smiled.
"Oh," you chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Well, goodnight," you smiled back as you climbed out of the car.
"Goodnight, ____."
Were you really getting off this easy? Having Eunsoek willingly audition to be your fake boyfriend to help you hide your relationship with Wonbin? This was all too good to be true.
Eager to share this exciting revelation, you immediately called Wonbin the moment you locked your door.
*Ring. Ring. Ring.*
The dial tone rang as you waited for him to answer.
*Ring. Ring. Ring.*
He'd never made you wait this long.
*Ring. Ring. Ring.*
Maybe he was busy?
*Ring. Ring. Ring.*
Or just too busy for you...
You tried to call him one more time, just to be sure. But it was useless as he didn't pick up the phone even after calling him 3 more times.
5 missed calls.
You sent him a text, just letting him know you made it home and wanted to talk to him. You didn't want to spoil the surprise so you kept the message brief.
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Two weeks passed and Wonbin still hadn't texted you back. Honestly, after the first week you stopped texting. You couldn't figure out why he suddenly decided to ditch you like this. Even when you went over to see Minji, Wonbin either stayed locked up in his room or grabbed his leather jacket and walked out of the door without saying a word. The one time you slept over, he didn't come home until around 3 in the morning.
Fortunately, during this confusing period of...you still didn't know exactly what to call it...you and Eunsoek had gotten a chance to talk. This was the first time since you met that you actually had a conversation with him that you were fully engaged in and enjoyed.
Usually, Wonbin held your mind captive, even in his absence.
You even told him about the current situation that you were having with him. He knew you couldn't really go to Minji about this, so he happily lent an ear to you. You and Wonbin had never made anything official, and maybe this was why. Maybe Minji was right...
With Seonghwa's party just a few days away, you and Minji went out for manicures. Just a fresh, simple set to add a little class to your outfits. You went with a black dress to blend with Eunsoek's black suit.
( 𑁍 Just some suggestions for your imagination--lmk which one u pick :D Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 | Outfit 3 | Outfit 4 | Outfit 5 | Outfit 6 )
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Eunsoek offered to be the chauffeur today, as Sungchan is most often the one playing "bus-driver-brian." You sat right next to him in the passenger side, but when he rested his hand on your thigh you felt a sense of comfort wash over you. He had a way of making Wonbin disappear when you were together. What was the point of hanging onto someone who didn't want you?
"Alright! We're here!" Eunsoek chimed, parking the car and taking the keys out of the ignition. It was about 6:45 pm when you guys arrived. The sun was just getting ready to set and you were 15 minutes early.
"Ugh! Finally. My ass hurts from sitting down all that time," Minji sighed as she unbuckled her seatbelt before stepping out of the car to stretch. She wasn't completely wrong. An hour-long drive to the venue was not something you had anticipated, but at least it wasn't boring. You all took turns asking 'would you rather questions' from an app on Eunsoek's phone.
"Well, you're gonna be sitting down a lot longer once we go in," Sungchan snickered, playfully smacking her ass.
"Hey!" She spat, before hopelessly trying to get Sungchan back by smacking his ass. "Argh! I can't run in these damn heels!" She shouted running after Sungchan.
"Then stop running," he chuckled back. "It's not like you're gonna be able to catch me anyways."
"Oh yeah?" Minji smirked taking off her heels before launching one of the heels at her boyfriend.
"Ahh!" He yelped as he caught the shoe in his hands. Distracted by the flying heel he didn't even notice when Minji ran toward him, wrapping her arms around him just to smack his butt before smiling mischievously.
"Hey, we didn't get here early to have a butt-hunting battle," Eunsoek laughed as he wrapped his hand around your waist. A feeling that now felt comforting.
"Yeah, guys. Let's go scope out the dessert table," you chimed in, waving your hand to signal Minji to follow you.
"This isn't over," Sungchan smirked, poking Minji's nose. She giggled as she put her shoes back on, grabbing his hand to follow after you and Eunsoek. Luckily her heels covered the dirt that clung to the bottoms of her feet.
You entered the venue, looking around at the other attendees, you were glad to know that you weren't under or overdressed. Minji was promptly swept away by her aunt who immediately began to gossip about other family members.
You watched as her lips mouthed the words "help me" and the most overly dramatic expression that came with it.
"Don't worry, I'll save her. You just enjoy the party," Sungchan smiled reassuring you that he'd help Minji escape.
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Eunsoek walked with you over to the dessert table. "What so you want to try first," he asked.
"Huh?" for a second you drifted off in your mind when he asked you that question.
"How about we just get one of everything and rate it one by one," he smiled as he grabbed a plate, loading it up with every dessert on the table.
Thank god he didn't notice.
He carefully balanced the snacks as you followed him out onto the terrace. The waxed wooden floors shined with the string of lights that were held up by black poles. The firepits were lit, adding an almost romantic vibe to the scene. You sat down next to Eunsoek on one of the soft benches outside.
"What do you want to try first?" he smiled.
"Hmm, I don't know...surprise me," you smiled back.
"Okay," he said scanning the board with his glossy cat eyes. "No peeking. Cover your eyes," his words made you both giggle in excitement.
Recalling the photographic picture you took of the plate you remember seeing various tarts, parfaits, cookies, fruits, and cakes. Unfortunately, none of that prepared you for what Eunsoek would put in your mouth.
First, he teased your lips with something smooth before pulling it away with a small chuckle, cupping your chin as you bit down into the dessert. Its flaky pie crust paired well with the creamy chocolate center.
"Okay, what d'you think? One out of ten," Eunsoek asked as you opened your eyes.
"Hmm...six."
"Why six."
"The chocolate was kinda bitter."
"Hmm, really?" Eunsoek looked at the bitten treat that sat between his fingers. "Yeah, you're right. It is kinda bitter. But I like that it's not too sweet," he said as he ate the remaining piece of the chocolate tart. "I'd give it an eight. Okay, my turn," he smiled before squeezing his eyes shut.
"Uhhh..." you said scanning the plate that sat on his lap. You picked up the chocolate chip cookie. "Ahh," you said as he opened his mouth to bite into the mystery dessert.
"Can't go wrong with chocolate chip," he smiled as he opened his eyes, bringing your fingers to his lips to take another bite. His lips grazed your fingertips as a swirl of butterflies went through your stomach. "This one obviously gets an eleven out of ten."
He barely did anything and you were already getting that feeling again. Just like what happened in the car when he placed his hand on your thigh. At first it was comforting, but that soon turned sexual as he gently gripped and massaged the area. You had gotten so used to playing pretend that it was starting to feel real now.
And with Wonbin out of the picture…it felt like he was all you had.
“Your turn,” Eunsoek said as you closed your eyes, preparing for the mystery treat.
You bit into a chocolate-covered strawberry and flinched as you met a set of lips. You opened your eyes to see Eunsoek holding the berry between his lips. You chewed the morsel in your mouth as he licked the melted chocolate from his fingers.
The sound of laughter distracted you from your sugar rush. It was coming from some blonde girl laughing with a guy who's face you couldn't yet see.
"What?" Eunsoek asked as he noticed the mood changed.
"Umm, nothing...I just--" You stopped mid-sentence after seeing that the faceless guy hitting it off with the blonde girl was none other than Wonbin. You hadn't seen that smile for so long that you'd thought he lost it.
That smile faded almost instantly as your eyes met his. "I need to go," you said in a soft voice as you walked away leaving Eunsoek behind. He looked around only to see Wonbin standing up to come after you.
"Don't even think about it," Eunsoek said, blocking Wonbin's path. "You've hurt her enough."
"Get the hell out of my way, Song," Wonbin spat, shooting Eunsoek a throat-cutting stare.
"Binnie. What's going on?" the blonde girl asked, approaching the two boys. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just need to go take care of something," Wonbin said as the girl wrapped her hands around his bicep. "I'll be back, just wait for me at our seat okay," he smiled feignly.
"Okay, don't keep me waiting," she said placing a soft kiss on his cheek before walking away.
A ditsy blonde was just what a guy like Wonbin needed. Pretty enough to make him look good and dumb enough not to make a scene.
"You're such a fucking prick," Eunsoek said, giving Wonbin a dirty look as he pushed past him to find you. "We both know she's better off with a guy like me than a guy like you."
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Wonbin looked around to find you in every spot except the bathroom. He watched your black dress trail behind you as Minji walked you down the hall. The crowd seemed to disappear as you exited through the large double doors into the dimly lit hallway, the light of the moon casting a blue hue across the cold tile floors.
"____!" you turned your head to see Wonbin calling your name. Shame, guilt, and regret ran down your cheeks in the form of tears as you ignored him, entering the bathroom with your best friend.
You couldn't hold it back anymore, you broke and confessed to Minji.
"So that was you in my brother's room? I knew that bra looked familiar. Especially when we went to the mall a couple weeks ago. When you were changing I noticed it looked exactly the same, but I didn't say anything because you and Eunsoek had just started dating and I just assumed it was a weird coincidence," Minji was starting to connect the dots realizing that you had been ditching her to sneak around with Wonbin.
She tapped at your tears, trying her best not to ruin your makeup. "I know I said you couldn't be with him, but I wish you would've just told me about it. Trust me, I would've gotten over it," Minji smiled.
"I know but...you were right about him. He literally blew me off for some random chick. I didn't even know he'd be here and we literally haven't spoken in weeks," you sniffled, now feeling a lot calmer than before.
"Well, at least you can't say I didn't warn you. My brother is a jerk. Always has been. Always will be." she said pulling you into her embrace. "Now let's get back to that party. It's almost time for the toast."
You walked past Wonbin who was anxiously waiting outside of the bathroom. Ignoring his cry for attention, you and Minji walked back into the party greeting Sungchan and Eunsoek who held drinks for the two of you.
"We were able to snag you an alcoholic version," Sungchan winked passing you and Minji the champagne glasses.
*Boop. Boop*
The sound of the mic's feedback rang in your ears, directing your attention to the stage.
"Hmm, we were just in time," Minji whispered to you.
"I was looking everywhere for you," Minji's aunt spat as she grabbed her hand. It was like there was some kind of magnetic force drawing this woman to her. "We are about to do the toast for your brother and you need to be present at the family table."
The three of you followed behind the duo as one of Seonghwa's co-workers began the speech before calling him up on stage. You could see the strong resemblance in the Park family as you looked at Seonghwa on stage. You listened as he delivered his speech, thanking his co-workers and family for their support.
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"Hey," Eunsoek whispered in your ear.
"Yeah?"
"Wanna finish what we started earlier?"
His words triggered a memory. The feeling you had when you were about to kiss him on the terrace before you were interrupted by Wonbin and his new muse. Eager to start over and continue a real relationship with Eunsoek, you nodded your head.
He smirked as he grabbed your hand, finishing his drink as the two of you snuck out to the entrance.
Now you were alone. Here there was no one to interfere. No one to take your eyes off of the guy who wanted you for you and not for your body.
He pulled your face towards him, eagerly kissing your lips as a smile grew across his face. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."
He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you deeper, occasionally inserting his tongue. Kissing Eunsoek was different than kissing Wonbin. It felt wrong to compare, but Eunsoek kissed with passion, unlike Wonbin whose lips were saturated in lust.
Kissing at this rate would've had Wonbin groping your ass or trying to pull you into a corner to fuck your brains out.
You felt something brush up against your thigh. "Sorry," Eunsoek said as he caught you looking down.
"It's okay," you smiled, lips a bit swollen from him sucking on them. I guess I spoke too fast.
"I brought a condom," his cheeked glowing red a bit as blood rushed through his body.
You couldn't deny the fact that you were getting turned on, but you didn't expect this. "Maybe this isn't a good time," you whispered.
"Okay," Eunsoek said, clearing his throat. "We should probably get back to the party then," he suggested, grabbing your hand before walking back through the gates.
Standing at the entrance you saw Wonbin talking to the blonde girl from earlier. He still hadn't seen you, but she did. Assuming that Wonbin had run off because of you, she cupped his face to kiss him. Pushing him against the wall as she pressed her body against him.
Surprised by her action, Wonbin gently pulls away to see you standing there with Eunsoek. Instead of letting him see you cry, you turned around and walked back out of the gates, Eunsoek trailing behind you.
"Wait!" Wonbin shouted as you walked away.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" the girl asked.
"Ash," Wonbin sighed only to be cut off by a slap to the face.
"Don't fucking speak to me," she spat before storming back through the doors only to be met by Minji. "Ugh!" she growled.
"Hey, Mom and Dad want us to go take pictures," She said as he looked back to see that you were well out of sight by now.
Ignoring the bad timing, you agreed to have sex with Eunsoek right now. You didn't care about Wonbin anymore and you wanted him out of your system as fast as possible. The two of climbed into the backseat of his car.
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"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, not wanting you to make this decision based off of your negative emotions. But you wanted this. More than anything. More than...Wonbin.
He pulled up your dress to reveal your panties. Unbuckling his pants, he pulled out his dick before taking the condom out of his back pocket.
"I don't want the condom," you said as you saw the shiny red wrapper.
"Are you sure?" he raised his eyebrows in shock.
"Yes," you said as he took a deep breath. He pressed his fingers up against your entrance, feeling your folds moisten at his touch. "Mnn," you moaned as he grazed your clit which was surprisingly more sensitive than you expected.
"Are you okay?" he asked to which you nodded in response. He watched your expression tense up as he inserted his finger. First one, then two, coaxing his digits in and out of your slime hole. Eager to taste you, he pulled his fingers out to suck your fluids off as he stroked himself.
"I want you to put it in me," you said, biting your lower lip at the throbbing sensation at your core. You wanted him deep inside of you. Eunsoek put his arm around you, bracing up against the seat as he pushed through your opening, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt your tightness.
"Ngh!" he said as the squelching sounds intensified. He pumped deep into you, hitting your cervix every so often. You moaned every time this happened. A mixture of both pain and pleasure washed over you as he fucked your throbbing cunt.
"Ahhgh!" a high-pitched scream filled his ears as he pulled you onto his lap. You leaned over his shoulder as he started fucking you faster.
"Mmm. Fuck. I'm gonna cum," he groaned pulling his dick out. You reached between your legs to shove it back in.
"I want you to cum inside of me," you said as he looked at you in shock. Adhering to your request, he wrapped his arms around you, pumping deep into your sloppy, wet hole as you felt his seed spill inside of you. Your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.
It was so much that it spilled out of you.
Breathless, the two of you readjusted your clothes before falling asleep next to each other in the backseat.
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But what surprised you most, aside from having the best breakup sex ever, was when you woke up parked in the driveway of Sungchan's house.
You grabbed Eunsoek's wrist, checking the time on his watch, 6:21 am.
"Ngh..." Eunsoek groaned as he slowly woke up.
"How'd we get here?" you asked as he gently batted his eyes open.
"Sungchan most likely drove us here. I can tell you right now, we wouldn't be alive in Minji drove."
"But how?"
"I left the keys in the driver's seat," he said before leaning over to kiss your forehead. "Last night was amazing by the way," he smiled.
"Hmm, yeah, it was," you smiled back.
Eunsoek pulled out his phone to call Sungchan. His groggy voice was way more attractive than you thought. You both got cleaned up before cooking breakfast. Minji woke up an hour later and told you how she was moving in with Sungchan. That way you didn't have to see him ever again unless you wanted to.
You were excited to have a fresh start with Eunsoek.
It had been two weeks since the party and Wonbin hadn't even crossed your mind once.
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*zzt zzt* your phone buzzed from your pocket.
It was a text from Wonbin.
You hesitated to open it, but when he texted again you felt compelled to check.
Just as you unlocked your phone, he started to call.
"Hello?" you said, answering the call.
"Have you had your period yet?" he asked in a concerning tone.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Just tell me...please."
"No, I haven't had it yet," you replied in an annoyed tone.
"So it's late?"
"Only by a few days. My period fluctuates all the time. So what?"
"You need to take a test," he said sounding anxious. "You might be pregnant."
"Just go focus on that blonde girl okay. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
"____, she was just a cover. Some random girl I met at the bar who had a crush on me. I didn't want to look suspicious showing up alone," you rolled your eyes at his empty words. "You know I love you."
"Whatever."
"Please, ____. If it's negative you can ignore me for the rest of your life if you want," his words danced in your head as you thought back to the day you got your nails done with Minji.
Wonbin had showed up in the middle of the night at your house a drunk mess. He had a cut on his lip from getting into a fight at the bar and what started off as you helping him sober up became a fuck fest in seconds.
"I missed you so fucking much," he said with tears in his eyes.
"Wonb--" his lips stopped the words from coming out of your mouth. He whined as he came inside of you...twice. The first time in the kitchen and the second time in the shower.
You could remember the feeling of his delicate hands pulling your body closer to him.
What if you really were pregnant? If not for Wonbin, then for Eunsoek...
"Fine," you agreed.
"Great, I'll come over later with the stuff," he said shortly before ending the call.
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freedomfireflies · 11 months
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Not sure if you take requests so if not please ignore this xo
Bestfriend’s brother trope.
You’re at your best friends house and playing a game either like never have I ever, two truths one lie or would you rather and the topic of kinks come up since Harry’s room is wall you’re leaning on he can hear everything amd hears your kinks and can’t keep it to himself.
You either hear him grunting through the wall or a little ‘meetup’ in the kitchen or his room???
I changed it up just a smidge, but I hope it can still do your idea justice!! 😭 Thank you so much for the idea 🥹💞
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“No…seriously?”
“Yeah…why? Is that…weird?”
“No, no…I just…honestly, I wouldn’t have expected it from you.”
“Really? I feel like a lot of people like it.”
Suzie laughs as she shakes her head. “Honestly, I swear. Remember when we were kids, and we were scared to even talk to other people?”
“Were? I’m still scared,” you snort.
She smirks. “I don’t think you’re that scared if you wanna go to a sex club.”
“Well…I’ve never been,” you sigh as you dig your hand back into the bowl of popcorn. “Dated a guy that used to go a lot. He said it was really important in showing him what he liked.”
“So why didn’t he take you?”
Your eyes roll. “’Cause he said he would get too jealous, and since we were in a relationship, it was inappropriate. I don’t know, I think he liked the idea of me being kinky but didn’t want me to actually be kinky.”
“And that’s why you dumped him,” she declares proudly, and you nod.
“Exactly.”
She nestles back into the pillows against her headboard, eyes on yours as if studying you. “Okay, so…what else?”
Your brow raises. “What else…what?”
“What else are you into?”
You shrug as you lean back as well and bring your knees to your chest. “I don’t know. Just…normal shit, I guess?”
“Like? Listen, we’ve already established I’m vanilla, so you’re gonna need to be more explicit.”
You laugh. “You’re not vanilla, you’re just…you like intimacy.”
“Yeah. Sure,” she deadpans playfully. “Whatever.”
“Okay, well…I don’t know,” you sigh again. “I like it…kind of rough, I guess? Spanking, choking…bondage.”
Her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store, and you grin. “Ooo.”
“Stop,” you groan, waving your hand at her to brush her away. “Honestly, I think if my partner is into it…I’m down to try it. Even if it’s a little…taboo.”
“Yeah? Okay, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve done for someone,” she asks, as if eager to live vicariously through you.
And you don’t mind telling her, so, you take a moment to think. “Uh…huh. Well, this one time…I was seeing this guy that worked at an auto shop, and he…uh, he used jumper cables as nipple clamps.”
“Oh, shit,” she murmurs, lashes fluttering. “Did it…did it hurt?”
“Oh, no. I mean, yes, but…not in a bad way. I’m…kind of a masochist, so…I liked it.”
Her smile returns as she puts a hand over her heart. “Oh, my god. I’m learning so much about you.”
“Stop,” you groan again as you shake your head and look around her room. “It’s not that weird.
“No, it’s not,” she agrees. “My brother’s a masochist. Well…an emotional masochist? I don’t know. All I do know is that when we still lived with our parents…I heard some shit I can never unhear.”
Your nose crinkles sympathetically as you chuckle. “I am…so sorry. May I suggest therapy?”
“Oh, already booked.”
“Thank God.”
“Yeah. Hey, speaking of my brother…I’m so sorry he’s here,” she says with a roll of her eyes. “I told him to get a hotel, but he claimed that ‘my apartment was so much cheaper,’ which is absolutely an insult and exactly why he’s sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Honestly, it’s fine,” you tell her again. “Really, he can have the guestroom, I’m fine with the couch—”
“No,” she interrupts with a stern look. “His ass belongs on a couch. Your ass deserves a bed. End of.”
“Suze—”
“Nope. I don’t wanna hear it,” she repeats as she leaps from the bed and onto her feet. “I’m gonna go get some water, you want anything?”
“…can I steal some more of your strawberries?”
“Duh.”
You smile as she motions you forward before quickly leading you both out of her room and into the kitchen.
However, the minute you round the corner, she releases a very loud, and perturbed groan.
“Harry,” she nearly snaps when she finds him sitting on her counter, a box of strawberries in his hand. “I told you, those are for my guest.”
His eyes shift to you, a smug smile curling around his bright pink lips. “…oh, yeah. Oops?”
She grumbles under her breath and makes her way for the refrigerator before ripping the door open to retrieve a water bottle. “God, you’re a pain in my ass,” she calls to him before turning to you. “Sorry—again—about him. He’s going to share.”
“I am?” he asks.
“Yes,” she hisses, shooting a glare his way. “Or I will call mom.”
“Ooo,” he teases, hand over his heart, feigning fear. “Not mom, anything but mom.”
“God, whatever,” she huffs, slamming the door shut as she heads for the hall, stopping suddenly to glance back at you. “I’m gonna take a shower really quick, and then we can start the movie. Is that okay?”
“Sounds good,” you agree, nodding your understanding as you shoo her forward.
She smiles before sending one last aggravated look her brother’s way (to which he winks) and heads for the bathroom, leaving you two behind.
You turn to him, rather apprehensively as you meet his eye. You’ve known Suzie for years but have hardly ever spoken to Harry.
He’s…nice, you guess. Mostly keeps to himself. But he’ll say hello when he sees you and you’ll return the greeting before you both part ways.
This time, however, you notice the way he studies you. The way a rather curious intrigue makes its way into his expression as he slowly extends the fruit toward you. 
“Strawberry?” he offers.
Gingerly, you reach into the basket and retrieve one. “Thank you.”
“Yeah.” He leans back against the cupboards, continuing to keep his focus on you as you take a bite. “So…how’s the sleepover going?”
There’s a playful lilt to his voice, so you roll your eyes in return. “It’s going great. How’s the couch?”
“Stiff,” he reports. “She was right, I should’ve gone to a hotel.”
You hum as you take another bite before gesturing toward the hall. “Honestly, you can have the guestroom, I really don’t care.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” he declines as he places the strawberries onto the counter beside his thigh. “She was also right about you deserving the bed.”
You smile gratefully before the kitchen settles into a comfortable silence.
However, that smile slowly begins to slip as you start to piece a few things together. “…wait, how did you know she said I deserved it?”
Those vibrant red lips of his pull back into yet another devious smirk as he swipes his knuckles across his mouth. “Walls in here are kind of thin. Sound travels.”
Oh…
You nod, fingers absentmindedly beginning to twirl the stem of your fruit around and around. “And, uh…is that…I mean, how much…traveled?”
He props one knee up, foot landing on the marble as he leans forward. “Oh, you know…not…a lot.”
Oh no. “And how much is not a lot?”
“Not…a lot,” he repeats with a laugh. “Just…something about jumper cables as nipple clamps?”
“Oh, god,” you groan, palm coming up to smack against your forehead. “That’s…I am so sorry, that’s…shit.”
“Why…are you sorry?”
“’Cause, that’s…I’m sure you didn’t wanna hear that.”
“I mean, I wasn’t trying to hear it. Not on purpose, anyway.” He shrugs. “But honestly? It sounded kind of hot.”
You shoot a tedious look his way. “…come on, really?”
“Really.” Another shrug. “What? Shit like that is hot. S’even hotter when the girl is really into it, too.”
You exhale an amused snort as you move to toss the rest of the stem away. “Gee, well, thanks so much for your approval.”
“Anytime,” he declares proudly, matching your sarcasm. “And, for what it’s worth…the guy who wouldn’t take you to a sex club sounds like a fucking ass.”
You whirl back around, cheeks flushing. “Seriously? That, too?”
His palms instantly fly into the air as if surrendering. “It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. You just talk…very loud.”
“God,” you groan again, arms crossing as your head drops back. “Okay, we can be done. This is a very strange conversation, and we can be done with it now.”
“Fine, fine,” he agrees, arms lowering as he watches you head for the hall. “But…if you ever need someone to take you…”
You come to a halt about halfway through the doorframe before slowly glancing over your shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“Well…I know a few places,” he says casually while hopping off the counter. “Could take you to one if you want.”
“I’m sorry, and why would I want you to take me to a sex club?”
“’Cause going alone for your first time can be a little intimating,” he explains, matter-of-factly. “Especially if you aren’t too sure what to do. S’just better to go with someone you trust.”
“Oh, and that person would be you, would it?”
“It could be.”
“Who says I trust you?”
“Who says you should?”
Your eyes narrow. “You just said I should.”
“No, I said it’s better to go with someone you trust, and it could be me,” he reiterates. “I never said you should trust me.”
You watch him carefully as he begins to take a step toward you.
“Think you know better than to trust me, anyway,” he murmurs, the side of his mouth dancing up into a smug grin. “Don’t you?”
You feel the catch in your throat as you look up at him.
The charged silence seems to stretch forever as he allows you a moment to understand.
And once he’s satisfied with your unease…he leans back.
“I’m just saying. If you ever need a playmate…you know where to find me,” he finishes, brushing past you to head for the couch.
And you watch him disappear into the living room, heart hammering inside your chest as his premise lingers in the air.
You almost want to laugh at the thought. Or cringe at the notion that you would ever even entertain such an idea.
But for the rest of the night, all through the movie and after you’ve tucked yourself into bed to sleep…the thought stays with you.
It stays, and it festers, and it expands.
Until you’re teetering on the edge between refusal…and acceptance.
And when you wake the next morning, only one thought remains:
What’s the worst that could happen?
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I actually stole the scenario of the jumper cables as nipple clamps from one of my other stories, so if you recognize it...consider that to be a wink 😭
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bellaxisworld · 6 months
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fav part of bfb is sirius "hating" regulus but immediately gaslighting EVERYONE into believing he never had a sister. like "wdym idk what ur talking about" he ate that shit up
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her-midas-touch · 4 months
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It’s always so funny to me how there’s the hp fandom and how there’s the marauders fandom and how despite all of that
I can’t have a normal conversation with anyone about it irl because we’ve literally created our own dead gay wizard lore starring four chaotic ass men, the badass, feisty ladies (lily evans owns me btw) and this slytherin twink along with his whole slytherin squad and the one ravenclaw everyone loves
(also they are all extremely, irrevocably gay, and also, dorcas and pandora, marry me I’m begging).
But like, I’m so loving it. It’s pretty fucking amazing how much representation we get when we just take matters into our own hands lmao.
Like, canon who? Scrap it, rewrite it and make it the gayest era in hogwarts history. I’m all for it.
Its the voices of fandom collectively joining in together to drown out the injustice that is canon and replace it with our truth I love us we’re so powerful
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i miss zar's reggie, he's just another level of unhinged
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ladylexis · 5 months
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I Think You Know
Pairing: Lee Know x Reader, afab
Trope: Best friend's brother, friends to more
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: A little suggestive, but not smutty
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The pungent scent of lilacs always reminds you of home. You inhale deeply, hands shoved in your pockets, as you walk up the street a couple blocks to your best friend Jina's house. 
After months of studying hard on the other side of the country, you've returned home for the first time since starting college last fall. Jina's spring break coincided with yours, so of course she begged you to fly home to finally catch up. Laughing until you cry on video calls into the wee hours of the morning each weekend has helped soothe your loneliness, yet nothing compares to the real deal of being in your best friend's presence. 
The refreshing chill of the evening air does little to calm your nerves, though. Even greater than your excitement to see Jina is your anxiety at the prospect of running into her brother, Minho. 
After almost two years of studying abroad and traveling for internships, Minho is back at his parents' house for the first time. You've kept up with your best friend's older brother some over the years, mostly butting in when he called Jina. 
Since he left, you've occasionally engaged with each other's Instagram posts. Whether silly, artistic, or merely mundane, Minho's photos almost always bring a bittersweet clench to your chest. When you see his figure framed off-center in front of glittering cityscapes or sunset-tinged coastlines you can't help but picture yourself tucked under his arm, your head resting casually on his shoulder. 
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Since you can remember, Minho was a fixture in your life. While playing on the swing set in their backyard, his protective presence always kept an eye on his little sister and you, her closest friend. Minho was quick to help you up after a less than graceful jump from the swing, smirking at the glasses askew on your nose. Unphased, you spun around to push Jina's swing even higher as he chuckled to himself, shaking his head.
As teens, Minho laughed ruthlessly while playing paintball, chasing you and Jina around their shed. She sought refuge at the back of the old pickup while you made a run for the oak tree to get a better vantage point.
Before you could dive behind the sturdy tree trunk, Minho managed to squeeze a shot off. The fierce glare hidden behind his facemask instantly melted into a softer expression the moment you yelped in pain while taking his round to your back, just missing the padding of your vest.
After rushing to the kitchen to fetch an ice pack, Minho returned to the living room to find you sitting on the couch, contorting in an effort to see the source of the pain. Ever the attentive gentleman, he offered to inspect the growing welt to see if your skin was broken. You nodded and turned to face the back of the sofa, gritting your teeth and trying not to focus on the stinging pain radiating from the minor injury. Minho considerately lifted your sweatshirt just enough to check the raised bump at the base of your shoulder blade. 
Chilled slightly from grabbing the ice pack, his cool fingertips innocently grazed your skin causing a warmth to spread through your chest. Minho drew in a quick breath, hand tightening its grip on the bundled fabric for a moment. Fearing the wound must look worse than you thought, you stuttered out a quick, "Is it that bad?!"
But before you could finish the question, he had quickly lowered the hem of your top and reached over your shoulder to shove the ice pack into your hands. 
"It's just bruised," he mumbled as he abruptly turned to head upstairs, taking them two at a time. 
A sharp sting brought your attention back to the predicament at hand. As you struggled to position the ice pack on the welt, you suddenly recalled that you were only wearing your black lace bralette under your sweatshirt. Mortified, you instinctively planted your face in the couch cushion to hide the blush creeping across your cheeks. Just then, Jina stormed into the front door. Thinking she was winning for once, she finally realized she was left alone outside and came looking for the two of you. 
Ready to give you a piece of her mind, worry quickly replaced anger as Jina set her eyes on your crumpled form tucked into the corner of the couch. You reassured her that the welt was already feeling better thanks to Minho's quick rescue with the ice pack. Speaking of her brother, she asked where he had disappeared to. You weren't quite sure of the answer yourself, but you wondered for years afterwards if he had felt that same lick of heat in the moment.
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You skip up the familiar steps to Jina's front porch, and pause to take a deep breath in an effort to still your fluttering heart. Before you can even knock, the door flies open and Jina launches at you. She wraps you in a bear hug and hops to twine her legs around your hips. Squealing at a pitch you're sure would send her family's three cats into a frenzy, Jina peppers the side of your head with smooches and repeats how much she missed you. 
"Let her go before she passes out. She's already turning red!" 
Raising your eyes from Jina's embrace, you see him there, standing in the door frame. Although you can't quite make out his expression while he's silhouetted by the living room light flooding out the front door, Minho's eyes still manage to sparkle just like you remember. And it's back. Your crush on Minho tightens its tendrils around your heart. If only he knew the real reason your face was on fire.
Jina drops her feet to the ground with a pout. She turns to head inside, dragging you by the wrist and shouldering her annoying brother out of the way in the process. As you pass him you manage to squeak out a soft, "Hi, Min." 
"Nice to see you again, too!" he yells with increasing volume as Jina continues pulling you towards the kitchen. Shaking his head, Minho closes the front door and follows both of you to grab snacks for the TV night ahead. 
Jina settles into the middle of the sofa to share her bowl of popcorn while you stretch your blanket out enough to cover her as well. After sitting his armful of drinks down on the end table, Minho takes the last seat on the couch and immediately turns to flop his legs over Jina's lap.
"You're going to spill all the popcorn! And your legs are too heavy," Jina grunts as she pushes his thighs off her knees while you snicker from her other side. "Go sit on the loveseat!"
"Fine, fine," Minho sighs, rolling his eyes as he stands. "But I'm taking the remote with me! Hah!" 
He sprawls out on the loveseat and flicks the TV on. As the Netflix menu illuminates the room, Minho begins to scroll through the recommended shows. You can't help but eye the dancing shadows forming from the veins on his forearm as he points the remote at the television and periodically clicks buttons. Were those veins always there? 
You're shaken from your daydream by a subtle elbow to the rib. Jina leans closer to whisper in your ear, "Did you come to watch Netflix and chill with ME or my brother?"
You scoff and shove a handful of popcorn in Jina's mouth, shooting daggers at her with your eyes while she smirks, cheeks full. That damn Lee smirk must be hereditary.
"I've heard that series is really good," you pipe up as Minho passes the new releases in romantic K-Dramas. You expect a snarky retort from the reclining man, but he simply pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he backtracks and clicks play on your suggestion.
A steamy scene opens the show before the intro even starts, and you feel your face grow warm. You begin to second guess your recommendation as this is apparently not one of the sweet rom-com shows you are used to watching. No wonder everyone has been chatting it up on social media. Jina however is enthralled, judging by her wide eyes and seeming inability to find her own mouth as she bumps a popcorn kernel into her lips repeatedly before finally succeeding to eat it.
Minho is quiet through the first episode, but movement draws your attention from the TV when you notice him resituating on the loveseat, pulling a throw pillow onto his lap. You have to admit, the show is pretty hot, but seeing his profile again in person is getting you even more bothered. It looks like he might be affected as well.
Nearly two episodes later Jina is failing to keep her eyes open, head lolling towards the comforting support of your shoulder. Unable to resist the call of nature any longer, you gently pat her hair to stir her awake. 
"Hey, Min? Can you pause it while I run to the restroom?" you ask softly as you stand to stretch. He obliges immediately and a thin smile spreads across his face as he looks up at you, hair now messy from trying to find a comfortable position on the cramped loveseat. 
"I can't keep my eyes open," Jina mumbles through a yawn. "Don't stop watching on my account, though. I can catch up tomorrow."
She shuffles down the hall in the Hello Kitty slippers you won for her at an arcade in middle school. You hear the soft close of her door as you head into the bathroom. Rather than feeling jet-lagged and exhausted like you expect, your heart seems to be racing as your mind keeps conjuring images of you and Minho in the scenes the drama characters find themselves in. You have got to snap out of it, you think to yourself. Before leaving you wash your hands and splash cool water on your face, trying to knock the blush down a bit. 
Returning to the living room you find Minho has moved to the empty spot on the far side of the couch. His arm lifts the blanket you and Jina had been sharing. You freeze at the edge of the room, unsure how to proceed. Minho cocks his head and sends a few rapid blinks in your direction. He pats the couch cushion, inviting you to join him under the blanket. "What?," he says, "The couch is comfier and I was getting chilly. Shall we continue?"
You gingerly slide under the blanket at the opposite end of the couch. Although your face seems to get warmer and warmer, you have to admit the air temperature is dropping. You pull your legs up to your side beneath the blanket. Pointing the remote at the television, he plays the next episode and you snuggle back into the cozy warmth of the plush sofa. 
As you become engrossed in the show again, you absentmindedly stretch your legs across the center cushion. Craving warmth, your toes become heat-seeking missiles and begin to work their way under Minho's thigh. You don't even realize your foot has betrayed you until he grabs your ankle. In embarrassment, you instinctively try to pull your foot back, but his firm grip gently holds you still. 
"Tickles," is all he says, eyes still glued to the TV. He pulls your foot out from beneath his leg. Mind racing, you have already planned where you are going to dig your own grave after he lets go, but he doesn't loosen his hold. Turning now to face you, he extends your leg across his lap and squeezes the arch of your foot tenderly. 
"Is this okay?" he asks, staring into your eyes as he awaits confirmation. Almost imperceptibly, you slowly nod your head a couple times before swallowing hard.
"I need you to use your words, Kitten," he whispers, stilling the motion of his hand.
"Yeah, s'alright," you manage as you avert your eyes back to the show. Even in the dim, blue light of the TV, you're sure Minho can now see the unmistakable red tinge blossoming on the tips of your ears. 
His fingers begin to move again as he massages the ball of your foot now resting on his lap. No longer able to concentrate on the show, you reflect on the domesticity of the position you now find yourself in with your best friend's brother. These thoughts only further the spreading wetness in your panties. 
You're screwed.
The episode ends rather abruptly as the main characters are finally starting to realize their feelings for each other. Arching his back and stretching his arms above his head, Minho interjects, "It's time for an action movie!"
"No! We have to see what happens next!" you yell, refusing to quit binging the new drama. Minho brings his hand to his mouth to hold a finger in front of his lips. 
"Shh, you'll wake sleeping beauty," he laughs. You make grabby hands for the remote and he shoots his arm up, holding the object of your desire just out of reach. He can't help but giggle watching you struggle to lean forward and extend your arm enough to pry the remote away, nearly clamoring into his lap.
Your movements suddenly cease and you look up at Minho through your lashes, a devilish twinkle in your eye. 
"Oh, no. That look means no good," he concedes. Before he can piece together what evil plan you have concocted, your fingers attack his exposed armpit, tickling him like your life depends upon it. 
"Gaaaah!", he cries out as he instinctively tucks his elbow to his ribs, trapping your hand in the process.  Ditching the remote over his shoulder, he leans over you to retaliate with more tickles. You squeal as you try to curl into a fetal position to protect your vital organs from the unrelenting tickle-attack.
As you attempt to roll away and admit defeat, your legs tangle in the shared quilt. Off-balance now, you fall backwards from the couch, pulling your blanket-burrito’d partner with you to the carpeted floor. You squirm on your back, Minho straddling your thighs, his hands pressing your wrists to the floor above your head. He has a wild look in his eye as he catches his breath and blows stray strands of hair off of his forehead.
Mouth agape, you notice his eyes drift from yours down to the camisole strap that has slipped off your shoulder. His gaze slowly follows your collar bone back to the taught line of your neck and up to your panting lips. 
Minho’s eyes are now blown out into black pools of lust, no doubt reflecting your own desires. You feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek as his eyes return to yours again, blinking slowly, looking for any sign of apprehension in your expression. Your glance down to his plush lips is all the sign he needs to continue his advance. As he begins lowering himself down to your waiting lips, a door creaks open at the end of the hall. 
In unison, both of your heads snap to the side and you hold your breath as you watch Jina groggily stumble to the bathroom, flip the light on, and shut the door behind her. 
Minho exhales a sigh of relief and bows his head to your shoulder for a moment. You clear your throat, bringing him back to Earth, and he releases your wrists to gingerly lift himself from you. Helping you to your feet, he can't meet your eyes as he whispers, "I, uh, should probably call it a night."
As he pads down the hallway, head lowered, you double back to the kitchen to get an icy glass of cold water. What the actual fuck was that? Did Minho really almost just kiss you? Would he have if Jina hadn't interrupted? What would have happened if Jina had caught you making out with her brother in the middle of the living room floor?!? 
You shake your head to clear your doubts before chugging the rest of the ice water in your glass. The last question would have to wait. You know you won't be able to sleep tonight without confronting Minho about the other questions racing through your mind. You steel your resolve and cross the living room. 
The bathroom door is now open, and Jina's has closed again. Knowing her, she's probably already sound asleep. You round the corner of the hall and quietly approach Minho's room. 
For a moment you debate whether you should softly knock, or just open the door to let yourself in. Not wanting to risk waking anyone else, you finally decide on the latter. Your hand reaches for the smooth brass knob, but it turns and unlatches before you even reach it. The door swings open and a stunned Minho faces you from the other side of the doorway. 
Eyes wide, he leans forward to look down the hall briefly before pulling you into his chest as he spins you through the doorway, closing the door behind him as he does. 
Your ear pressed to his chest reveals the same quickened heartbeat you have been afflicted with all day. His familiar scent washes over you, and you inhale the sweet muskiness before stepping back to stare up at him.
"Aren't you going to ask why I came to your door?" you question, finally breaking the silent tension.
"I think I know," he says, taking the smallest step towards you.
"Where were you going just now?" you muster, trying to keep your voice steady.
"I think you know," he says lowly, taking another step forward to meet you with hungry eyes. He raises one hand to caress your cheek as he lowers his other hand to your waist, pulling you in to close the gap between your bodies.
His lips finally meet yours, barely pressing together in chaste restraint. It's all you can do to refrain from devouring this man whole. Your lips part slightly and he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. Your tongue traces his bottom lip as you shudder slightly and moan against his mouth. Something in Minho snaps and he presses you to the door as his tongue begins to explore deeper into your kiss. You slide a hand up his back. With the other you comb your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. With that, a moan escapes Minho's lips and he drops his head back into your hand, brows knit together in ecstasy. You watch his Adam's apple bob under the milky skin of his throat as he catches his breath. The throb you feel in your soaked panties causes you to clench your legs together as your own head drops back against the door.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," he spits out, grabbing your hands and leading you to sit on the edge of his bed.
"I need to know. Do you have feelings for me?" he asks with pleading eyes, a tinge of worry in his voice. "Because I can't do this without knowing."
"Feelings?" you scoff, incredulously. "I've liked you since we were in high school, Minho! I have a lot of feelings for you. All of them, in fact."
You smile sheepishly at your blurted confession. A wave of relief washes over his face before he pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. 
"I've liked you for a long time, too, Kitten," Minho mumbles against your skin. "Do you want to stay here with me tonight and talk?"
"What are we going to tell Jina?" you ask, quietly fiddling with the tag in the back of his shirt as he holds you.
"We'll figure something out," he says, a soft crinkle lacing the corner of his eyes as he smiles at you tenderly, "Together."
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The metallic click of the door latch stirs you awake. On autopilot, you roll over to try to figure out what woke you. Your stirring causes Minho's arm to tighten instinctively around your waist while he slumbers contentedly. You blush as your drowsy brain suddenly remembers where you are. Putting two and two together, you realize Minho wasn't the one leaving the room. You gasp, sitting up straight, and quickly turn to shake him awake.
"I think Jina just saw us in your room! What are we going to do, Min?!" You half whisper, half shout in his ear.
He sleepily shushes you and nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck wanting nothing more than to snuggle you back to sleep.
"I'm being serious, Minho!" you say, smacking his arm lightly. "She's going to kill us!"
You hear another noise coming from the hall. You spin around to listen and clap a hand over Minho's mouth to keep him quiet as he confusedly rubs his arm, still half asleep.
Through the silence you hear the ruffle of paper sliding under the door. Turning to Minho with panic written all over your face, he rolls his eyes at your dramatics and pulls your hand from his mouth. 
Minho rises to cross the room, and bends down to retrieve the folded sheet of paper. Standing, he opens it and scans the note quickly before a lopsided grin creeps up his right cheek. 
Returning to flop down on the bed, he hands it to you with a smug expression. 
"I see my plan finally worked.
Come to the kitchen for pancakes.
But for the love of god, please put some clothes on first."
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b1rdieb · 1 year
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fuck the harry potter reboot. fuck jkr. fuck transphobes. u don’t like it then leave
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