#but we're up to 4.5k words and i have an idea of how they are going to reunite

[rachelfoleyisntdead]

Me writing HUNK "dying" like that mf ever got a single scratch on a mission. The only true instance of something being "out of character" ever.

[readerthatreadsss]

𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 | 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧

Pairing: Marc Spector X Fem! reader

Summary: You and Marc had been working together on a mission for the gods you were both in service to. And when Konshu and Isis have a disagreement, naturally their avatars would too. Only, this time, your argument leads to something much more...eventful.

Warnings [18+ activities]: Mentions of the Egyptian Gods, arguing, swearing, brief physical fight (shoving each other and him pinning you to the wall), SMUT, P in V sex, Porn with a drizzle of plot, pet names (sunshine, baby, sweetheart), dom! reader (mostly), switch!Marc, degradation with some praise kink if you squint, choking, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), oral sex (m and f receiving), handjob, edging (m receiving), face riding, fingering, rough sex, etc cause I got carried away lmao.

Word count: 4.5k+ (I'm not sorry cause this is some of my best work fr)

(not my gif but I wish he was mines)

"Shut the hell up!"

"Oh fuck you, Spector!"

Isis and Konshu stood behind you and Marc, both sharing looks of annoyance at your bickering.

You and Marc had been working together under the advisory of your Gods for the past two months. And about half of that time was spent on you and Marc arguing.

Of course, Konshu and Isis disagreed with each other occasionally, but once you two caught wind of it, it was merely a spark added to the powder keg that was your and Marc's partnership. You used the smallest point of disagreement to fuel explosive arguments that often drifted away from the initial point.

Now, the initial point of disagreement was whether or not the two of you should venture to Arthur Harrow's London village and steal the scarab that led to Ammit's tomb.

Of course, Marc and Konshu wanted to. But you and Isis thought it to be an irrational idea that could lead to your deaths, seeing as Marc couldn't keep a hold on his alter.

"If Steven comes back to the surface at the wrong point, he could get us killed, Marc!" you argued, already having met Steven on a separate accidental occasion.

"That won't happen. I have him under control, worry about your own problems," the dark-haired mercenary spat from across the room, venom lacing his every word.

"My own problems?"

You angrily walked over to where he was packing his stuff for his departure.

"Yeah, your own fucking problems."

Marc began moving to meet you in the middle of the room, throwing his open duffel bag to the floor in frustration.

"Well, right now, my fucking problem is the fact that you're so damn eager to get this over with that you're not using your head, Marc!" you shouted, your voice bouncing off the walls of your spacious apartment, "I'm not letting you get us killed, I don't give a shit how experienced Konshu says you are."

Marc scoffed, a stupid smirk airing its way onto his clean-shaven face. "And how the hell would that happen, huh, Y/L/N? How would my plan get us killed?"

You resisted the urge to smack the smirk off his perfect face- no, not perfect. Admitting that Marc Spector had a perfect face was admitting to yourself that in your spare time you had been observing him and had been quite fond of what you've seen.

And you wouldn't give the lonely-and possibly horny- part of your brain that satisfaction.

"Because we have no fucking clue what we're walking into!" you bellowed, "Right now, Harrow has no idea that we know what he's up to. So if we just strut into his village and try and steal the scarab, which will most likely lead to us having to fight his guards and showing our faces, we'll be giving ourselves away AND on his home turf too."

Tense silence passed between the both of you as Marc took in and analyzed your words.

You placed your arms on your hips, waiting for a response from the angry mercenary.

You were surprised, however, when you caught his brown eyes briefly drift down to your lips. The glance was no longer than a second, but with your job, you couldn't miss something that minuscule even if you tried.

"You're wrong," he lowly countered after a few more seconds.

You sharply exhaled, now feeling your ears burn a bright red from anger. "What?" you seethed, daring to take a step closer to Marc.

Konshu and Isis sent each other knowing glances before disappearing together, leaving you two alone in the barely furnished apartment.

"You heard me, sunshine," Marc taunted you, knowing that you hated when he used that nickname, "We're going with my plan."

"Don't call me that."

Marc walked forward and came to a stop before you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Or else what?" he whispered as his surprisingly pleasant scent invaded your senses.

Before you could slip and give in to the part of you that wanted to lean forward and kiss his plump red lips, you extended one of your arms and shoved him away from you. "Kiss my ass, Spector."

You immediately regret your choice of words.

"I bet you'd like that," he raised a brow at you.

You would. You most certainly would. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud.

"I wonder what your ex-wife would think about you saying stuff like this to women you work with."

The smirk immediately disappeared from his face. It was replaced with a look that could freeze hell twenty times over. And you couldn't help but smirk at the sight of it.

"You bitch," Marc seethed.

"What? You didn't think I'd find out, did you? Turns out being related to a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has its perks," you grinned triumphantly, "You couldn't even keep your marriage stable, I don't know why I ever expected anything different for this mission."

At this, you could almost see steam fly out of Marc's ears. His eyes were nearly red when he lunged forward and wrapped both his hands around your neck. Before you could respond, the curly-haired merc slammed you against your own living room wall continuing to squeeze the air out of your lungs.

Marc panted as his face hovered above your own, merely inches between your lips, allowing his cool breath to fan over your face.

"Shut. Up," he lowly growled through gritted teeth. His tone could've convinced anyone that he was angry and boiling with rage, but in his eyes, you could see something else:

Lust.

Your constant insults and threats were driving him crazy in a way he never thought he could enjoy until now.

You smirked maniacally up at him, the lack of airflow shooting straight between your legs. "You keep choking me like this, I might end up making a mess on my own floors, Spector," you whispered.

"Go ahead, do it, you fucking slut," he spat.

You may have been desperately horny, but in no universe would you let anyone talk to you like that and get away with it.

Not for free anyways...

So you skillfully grabbed each of his hands and ripped them off your throat before extending your own hands and wrapping them around Marc's neck. His eyes widened in surprise as you switched your positions, making sure to slam him harshly against the wall.

"If we're gonna do this," you began, panting from your own arousal, "you don't get to be in charge, Spector," you leaned close enough for your lips to graze his earlobe, "I do."

You grabbed his ear in between your lips and gently nipped it, gaining a groan from the man. You'd never imagine him to be this submissive, especially not this fast, but it seems there's a lot you didn't know about Marc Spector.

"Look at you," you harshly whispered, your lips trailing down his sharp jawline, "groaning like a bitch in heat and I barely touched you."

Marc sharply inhaled while you sucked marks onto his stubbled jaw. He could barely concentrate long enough to snap back at your remark.

You used your free hand to slide up beneath the incredibly tight t-shirt he had been wearing and couldn't help but smile at the shiver that your touch sent through his body.

"You like when I touch you like this?" you cooed with pouty lips, intentionally taunting him, "You like the way my hands feel right...here?" your hand traveled further south with your words. A strangled groan sounded from his throat when you briefly palmed his growing erection through his tight jeans.

You could see him fighting his instincts to overpower you and take back control as you pressed chaste kisses on the corner of his mouth.

Soon enough, he gained back focus and brought a hand forward to grip your waist through the tank top you had been wearing. He used his hold on you to pull you flush against him in an attempt to relieve the tension in his jeans.

The sheer strength in his grip made your mouth briefly snap open and a low moan escaped your lips.

Now it was Marc's turn to smirk at you.

But you wouldn't give up the reigns that easily.

You quickly freed yourself from his hold and took a few steps back.

Marc's chest heaved as he watched you with furrowed brows, buzzing with curiosity and possibly excitement about your next moves.

A small grin soon found its way onto your face. Taking care to make a show of your movements, you slowly lifted your arms to remove your top.

Marc's dilated brown eyes followed your every move.

Once your shirt and bra were removed, you were left topless gaining a ravenous stare from Marc.

Not giving him a chance to pounce, you turned around and walked towards the soft couch on the other side of the room.

Marc followed behind you eagerly, all the while appreciating the view of you from behind, (something he had caught himself doing many times before.)

"Take off your clothes and sit down, Spector," you commanded him with a sure yet airy tone. Marc was shocked to find himself quickly obeying your orders, but with eyes like yours and a voice like that, you'd be able to get him to lift up a planet with ease.

It took Marc mere seconds to do what you asked. You followed suit by removing the rest of your clothes except your underwear.

The brunette man sat in the center of your couch with his arms splayed across the back, looking up at you with a cool expression on his face. But his eyes betrayed his true eagerness.

You took a few steps forward to meet him and carefully positioned yourself to straddle his naked legs.

The moment your skin met his, Marc sharply inhaled and brought his hands to grab your ass cheeks.

"Somebody's eager," you taunted as you began to torturously grind your clothed front against his firm member.

"I can feel your wetness through your panties, sweetheart. You want this as much as I do."

He had a point there.

You then brought your hands up his toned abdomen and at rest on each side of his neck before leaning in to press your breasts against his chest.

"Well, then," you softly spoke, "let's get on with it."

An unseen force pulled your lips crashing down against Marc's soon after. Your teeth and tongue clashed deliciously, neither of you being able to get enough.

You felt him rub his large palms against the smooth skin of your bare waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You rocked your covered pussy particularly hard against Marc's pulsing erection. This gained you a low moan from him, which you took as an opportunity to shove your tongue in between his wet lips, deepening the already heated kiss.

Your hands tangled within Marc's hair, your mouths continuing to move in a perfect dance, before you felt a sharp sting against your ass.

This gained Marc an impressed yelp from your lips. "Stop teasing," he scowled.

You couldn't help but laugh at the desperation in his tone. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Marc Spector," you smiled, your fingers lightly swiping over his swollen lips.

It was almost as if you were in a dream sequence when you looked down at the adonis of a man beneath you. His chocolate eyes were fully locked onto yours while he gripped your hips with the force of a thousand suns. You were positive it would leave bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. His defined chest and arms glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and you suddenly felt the urge to lick them.

"Like what you see, sunshine?" he smiled up at you, trying to hide the fact that he had been taking in your features and was in awe of them as well.

"Hmm mhm," you confessed, "Let me show you just how much," you said, starting to slide off Marc's lap and onto your knees before him.

"Hey," he called out in an attempt to stop you, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to." You were surprised to hear that his tone was genuine.

But it just made you want to suck his cock even more.

"I really want to," you nodded with a teasing grin.

"Besides, I would never pass up the opportunity to hear you groaning and twitching like a little bitch, Spector," you taunted him as you softly gripped the base of his large dick. You were almost scared by his girth and length, never having been with a man with anything close to it before, but you did not allow your face to betray your shock.

"Is that a challenge?" Marc referenced your teasing.

"Sure, why not," you shrugged.

Marc made himself comfortable and rested his hands behind his head with a pleasant smile. He could tell from your expression that you were intimidated by his size and that made his grin grow wider.

You made sure to hold eye contact with him as you slowly licked up the small pool of precum that had gathered around his tip. You held back a moan at how good he tasted

His resolve nearly broke the moment your tongue touched him.

You wasted no time and wrapped your eager lips around nearly half of Marc's length, catching him by surprise.

"Fuck!" he sharply groaned at the sudden motion.

You quickly removed your mouth from around him. "Would you like me to stop?" you asked, damn well knowing the answer.

"Absolutely the fuck not," Marc panted. He then brought one of his hands to rest in your hair and guided your lips back to his throbbing cock.

But you immediately slapped away his hand. "Keep your hands to yourself or I will put my clothes back on and go to bed," you lied, wanting to establish even more control over him.

"You wouldn't fucking dare," Marc quickly sat up.

"You're right, I wouldn't," you didn't spare another second before attaching your lips back onto Marc's cock.

This time you were determined to unravel him even more, so you began to bob your head up and down on his length. Drool soon ran down the side of your lips as you were barely able to fit Marc's cock into your mouth, and you were nowhere near the base.

But he was still losing it.

From the side of your eye, you could see Marc gripping your couch harshly, taking deep and controlled breaths.

You decided to make things even harder.

Releasing his cock from the onslaught of your mouth, you slid back up onto the couch and resorted to using your hand to cover more ground.

As your hand gripped Marc's cock and began to stroke, you kissed along the side of his neck, causing him to swallow harshly in an attempt to hold himself back.

"Come on Marc, let go," you whispered as you quickened your hand's jerking pace, "I know you want to," you added before licking a stripe below his ear.

You were driving Marc insane. And he could barely form words to let you know it, but you could see it.

Your hand began to work Marc's cock even faster while you continued to litter his neck with kisses and bruises, causing his breathing to pick up. He began thrusting his hips upwards to meet your downward jerking, desperate for more friction and release.

"Cum for me, Marc," you urged him before turning his head towards you for a deep kiss on his lips.

"You're too fucking good at this, Y/N," he softly groaned, taking care to hold your stare.

"I'm good at a lot of other things too," you grinned.

The sounds of your hand jerking off Marc's cock echoed in your apartment as tides of pleasure coursed through him.

"Fuck I'm gonna-"

But Marc couldn't finish his sentence because at that moment you swiftly removed your hand from around his dick.

"What the hell?" he complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry were you really gonna cum before me?" you tilted your head.

Marc's eyes narrowed in your direction, his sharp jaw clenching in annoyance at your denial of his orgasm.

"This is my house, Marc, I come first," you held back a giggle at your double entendre.

You were elated to see Marc grow even more eager at your words.

Before you knew it, you felt your body be dragged from the arm of the couch and into the middle, and your legs pushed open soon after. The tear of cloth sounded through the room when Marc swiftly removed your panties and threw them to the side.

A moan slipped from your lips as you watched Marc wet his lips and then his fingers. This man was sex on legs.

"Oh fuck," you groaned when he leaned down and licked a stripe up your dripping pussy.

Your moans grew sloppier as he began to eat you like a man starved while massaging your clit with his fingers.

"Yes, oh God, yes don't stop Marc," you panted, your hands soon finding their way into Marc's messy curls.

He slowly inserted two fingers into your hole. "You're so fucking tight, sunshine," Marc commented as he skillfully used his fingers to pleasure you.

"Keep going," you replied before bringing his head back into your pussy.

But Marc surprised you once again when he removed his hands and mouth from you completely and picked you up, as if you were nothing more than a feather, and carried you to where your large bed lay in the corner of the room.

You giggled once he dropped you onto the soft mattress, watching him slide above you. He wore a gorgeous smile on his face as he held you in place and pushed a strand of hair away from your face.

His stare was so meaningful and intimidating that you found yourself blushing.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he softly spoke.

"So are you," you found yourself replying with a smile, and meaning it.

Marc leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. But this time, the kiss was softer and more gentle.

You found yourself enjoying the intimate act more than you expected and leaned into the kiss. A foreign feeling bubbled in your stomach as you continued to kiss Marc.

But you soon felt him pulling away.

Not long after, however, you felt something smooth and wet against your breasts.

You opened your eyes to see him sucking one of your perked nipples into his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Your body tinged with pleasure as Marc switched between your tits, even lightly nipping at your nipples a few times.

All the while his eyes never left yours.

You reached down and ran your hand through his hair, which was now moistened with sweat. "I want to sit on that pretty face of yours," you suddenly suggested.

"You read my mind baby."

You both quickly moved into the proper positions, with your body hovering above his hungry mouth. He roughly gripped your thighs and looked up at you through his thick lashes.

"Tap on my legs if I'm suffocating you," you softly told him, "I'd rather you not die before I get to fuck you."

Marc, however, was not the least bit concerned and harshly pulled you down onto his lips.

"Shit!" you loudly squealed as his tongue immediately went back to work on your clit.

You soon gripped his head and began rocking back on forth on his mouth.

The mercenary moaned his approval at your movements which shot straight through your pussy and made you gasp.

"I'm gonna cum already, fuck," your chest heaved.

Marc's hand moved up to squeeze your ass as you picked up speed, riding his face even harder.

You grew worried about him running out of air beneath you and slowly tried to lift yourself up, but Marc's grip on your butt kept you in place.

He wouldn't mind dying like this, he thought to himself.

Your moans grew high pitched and Marc's tongue moved at a more rapid pace initiating your orgasm.

The repeated brush of his perfectly pointy nose against your clit was all it took for that dam to break.

"Holy fuck-" you slammed a hand over your mouth to hold back a scream as you came all over Marc's mouth.

He had no issue swallowing every bit of your slick that he could, holding you upright while your legs quivered on the sides of his head.

A few seconds passed and you realized that Marc was fully prepared to continue devouring your cunt despite the severe orgasm that rocked you.

"Ease up, soldier," you giggled down at him, forcing your legs free of his hands.

"You taste fantastic, sunshine," he finally relented. You moved over to lay by his side, trying not to get lost in the way he looked at you.

"You eat pussy like a demon," you both laughed, your hand caressing the side of his face.

Marc wrapped a hand around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

He swallowed the moan that left you as your own taste flooded your senses.

His kisses were intoxicating.

Marc slowly shifted to hover over your body, not yet breaking the sloppy kiss.

But you caught his shoulder and shoved him onto his back before positioning yourself on his lap. "Uh, uh," you smirked, leaning down to press a wet kiss to his neck.

Marc used one hand to smack your ass while the other lined his painfully hard cock with your entrance. "You gonna let me fuck you, or what?" he grinned up at you, his gruff tone and rough accent making you wetter.

You shut him up promptly by reaching around and gripping his dick, gaining a deep groan from him. You then slowly guided him into your soaking cunt, loudly moaning from the stretch.

It was initially painful but with Marc pressing kisses to your neck and whispering praises in your ears, the pain disappeared quickly.

"There you go baby," he slowly guided your hips up and down his length.

Your shared moans echoed all throughout your room as you began riding Marc's cock even faster.

By now, he was fully inside you and with every thrust, he hit your g-spot perfectly.

"You feel so good around me sunshine," Marc wrapped his arms around your back, cradling you closer to his chest.

His words caused you to briefly clench around him which only drove him to fuck up into you harder.

But then you used all your strength to push him flat onto his back before diving down to wrap your hands around his neck.

Marc was grinning like a maniac as you choked him while bouncing on his cock.

He never thought he'd enjoy being controlled but seeing you take what you want, and use him just the way you want, made his head spin.

Freeing himself from your grip on his neck, Marc secured his hold on you and switched your positions.

Your eyes widened as Marc was now on top of you, smirking while his hands found their way around your neck. "My turn," he whispered before ramming his fat cock into your sopping hole.

"Marc! Fuck!" you loudly moaned, pleasure attacking you in waves as Marc set a brutal pace inside you. That coupled with the lack of air from his grip around your neck had your orgasm slamming into you.

"Cum on my cock baby, I got you," he talked you through it.

Marc then used one hand and reached down to skillfully rub your clit, hoping to push you farther over the edge.

You felt tears of pleasure spring from your eyes as Marc's relentless pounding and his fingers prolonged your orgasm into another one.

He eased the pressure on your neck and slowed his thrusts before leaning down to kiss where your tears met your cheek.

"You're doing so good for me sunshine, keep going," he grinned, using a hand to wipe away the layer of sweat that formed on your forehead.

You took a deep breath and grinned up at him. "That was fucking intense," you panted, your legs still twitching as Marc began slowly rocking into you again.

"Well don't slow down on my account," you urged him.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at your demand. But things took a turn when he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

Marc held both your hands behind your back with a vice grip as he fucked his length back into your sex.

"Fuck yes, harder Marc," you shouted.

Marc pulled your upper body to his chest with both arms and pounded into you with fury.

"This is what you wanted right?" he sneered into your ears, maintaining his thrusts.

"Yes, yes, God, yes-" you babbled.

His pace eventually grew sloppy, telling you he was reaching his own orgasm soon.

You turned your head to see his brows furrowed in concentration as he tried to hold back. "It's okay Marc," you kissed beneath his earlobe, "I need you to cum inside me, lemme feel you."

Marc's breathing began to pick up at your plea. "Shit," he panted and thrust into you one more time. The force with which he fucked into you was enough to garner another orgasm from you instantaneously.

A pathetic whine left your lips as you felt his cock twitch before painting your walls with his warm cum.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you both came down from your highs. Marc slowly withdrew from your heat with a satisfied groan. He then guided you to carefully lie down.

Spent from the day's activity, you complied and tried to rid your mind of its haze.

You managed to catch the sight of Marc walking into your bathroom and couldn't fight the smile that appeared when he returned with a damp rag.

"You didn't have to do that for me," you said as he gently spread your sore legs and used the rag to clean the remnants of him.

"Why do you refuse to let people take care of you?" he smiled with furrowed brows, continuing to clean between your legs.

"No, you buffoon," you rolled your eyes, "I was going to go pee anyways, so you're literally wasting your time."

"Oh."

You laughed at his dumbfounded expression. "Thanks though," you quickly kissed his forehead before making your way to the bathroom.

And then it was his turn to laugh when you stumbled into the closest wall in an attempt to walk normally.

His laughs continued despite your protests but he stood and approached your crumpled figure.

"Need a hand, sunshine?" he teased you.

You glared up at him through your lashes and reluctantly accepted his help.

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" you raised a brow as he guided you to your bathroom.

"You didn't seem to mind it when I was fucking your brains out, sunshine."

A/N: I started this in June and finally finished it even tho it's fucking December LMAO

Remember to comment, like, and reblog! And feel free to send in more requests! ( to my dom!Peter Parker request, I'm making it happen I promise)

[nyxfleuret]

Ross Humboldt x F!Reader

|18+| MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO, PLEASE DNI!

Author's Note: I really got inspired on this one, I put so much effort...I hope you all like it! I had to change some things but it is actually the movie's plot. (Patrick Wilson is so hot on that movie, not only in that movie lol.)

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: smut with plot, breeding kink, gore, violence, swearing, voyeurism? (Idk rlly), deaths, movie spoilers, oral receiving (female and male), giant rock lol, reader has stretch marks.

•SPOILERS AHEAD!

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"Shit." It was the only word that managed to come out of your mouth as you supported yourself on your slightly bent knees, trying to catch your breath.

You didn't know how long you had been in that place...In that damn field of tall grass.

You only knew that when you entered, it was still morning and that the reason for all this was because you had heard a boy named Tobin screaming for help, claiming that he was lost in the field.

"Okay, now me, this Tobin and God knows who else, we're trapped in this field." You comment to yourself, placing both hands on your waist, staring at the floor as you tried to think, but no ideas came to mind. "We're all screwed..."

You return to walking, looking at the sky that was now night and cloudy, threatening to dump heavy rain on the area as you adjust your tank top and pants.

"Great, and now it's about to rain...Can it get any worse?" Well, it seems like you asked this question at the wrong time.

You hear someone moving in the grass behind you and reluctantly, you look back, trying to see what or who it was.

"Look, I really don't have time to play hide and seek, there's something really wrong here so...Just show up." You sigh, breathing heavily, having no weapon to defend yourself.

Ross's figure appears, brushing away the grass with his hands as he smiles slightly at you, sweat covering his face and chest, which could be seen as the top of his pink shirt was unbuttoned.

"Hi...I heard your voice and managed to track you." Ross looks at you, breathing heavily as he places his hands on his waist.

"W-Who are you?" You move away from him, taking a few steps back.

"My name is Ross, I'm looking for my wife Natalie and my son Tobin, they are also lost in this field." Ross sighs, looking around. "I don't even know how long I've been here... If that dog hadn't come in...

"The dog?" You thought and looked at the floor. A few minutes ago, you had seen the body of a dog in an advanced state of decomposition, indicating that a lot of time had passed. "So you're Tobin's father..."

"Have you seen my son?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at you waiting for a positive response.

"No...But I heard his cries for help. The moment I entered in this field, I didn't hear him anymore." You sigh, scratching the back of your neck as you look away from him.

Ross looks down for a moment and then looks back at you.

"We can get together and try to find my family, then we get out of here, what do you think? Ross smiles at you, trying to cheer you up.

You nod, still reluctant but to tell the truth, you had no alternative but to unite with the only person you met in this place.

Ross leads the way, pushing aside the plantation with his strong hands, clearing the path for the two of you.

"Fuck..." You curse as you realize you've sunk your sneakers into the mud, earning a small laugh from Ross. " That's not funny!" You scoff, pulling your dirty shoes out of the mud.

"Somebody help me, please!" Tobin's voice echoes through the leaves, the same voice that is the reason you are here.

"Tobin!" Ross starts running, leaving you behind, trying to follow his son's voice.

You try to follow him but it was too late, the field had already changed your position.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" You stamp your foot on the floor, clenching your hands as you try to control the anger inside you. "When this kid and I get out of here, I'm going to beat the shit out of him...With all due respect, of course."

The rain starts to fall, increasing in intensity as you walk through the grass, trying to find Ross and Tobin.

"If I hadn't taken a vacation, everything would be fine..." You mutter, trying to look up, but the rain only made it difficult for you to see.

You decide to sit on the wet grass, hiding your head between your legs, hugging them in an attempt to keep warm and protect yourself from the rain.

Falling asleep without realizing it, you look up at the sky, noticing the rain had stopped and it was dawning.

"And here we go." You get up with a slight pain in your back, stretching yourself trying to alleviate it. "Besides feeling alone, I feel like an old woman..."

Starting to walk again, you look around, hoping to find something or someone to help you.

Your vision is tired of seeing only grass and daylight, the scorching sun slowly burning your skin, sweat sliding down your forehead and neck, your body warning you of dehydration.

Suddenly, you hear Tobin's voice and two other people, a man and a woman, who you hadn't heard before.

"Hey, can someone help me? I'm lost here!" You look up, your ears focusing on the screams of others.

"That's nothing new since we're all stuck here!" Cal sighs and rolls his eyes.

"Guys, my dog ​​is dead..." Tobin says in a crying voice, not knowing what to do.

"I have an idea! Tobin, keep talking loud so we can all reach you!" You start running in the direction of Tobin's voice, everyone running in the same direction.

You meet Tobin, who was looking at his dead dog in a state of decomposition, Cal and Becky, who appeared to be brothers and who were also lost there and then another man appears, Travis.

"Thank God." Becky smiles, feeling relieved in a way, as she looks at the rest of the group.

"Who are you?" You raise an eyebrow, breathing heavily as you recover from the run you had just done.

"I'm Becky, this is my brother Cal." The woman points to her brother, who was looking at you with a suspicious look. "And this one is Travis...my...ex."

You noticed the change in tone in her voice as you discreetly looked at her pregnant belly, the pieces of the puzzle quickly falling into place inside your mind.

"And you?" Becky looks at the blonde boy while rubbing her belly.

"I'm Tobin..." The boy looks at Becky, Cal and Travis, then turns to you. "I heard your voice, you were with my father, weren't you?

You nod, looking at him. "I thought your father found you." Frowning, you cross your arms.

"I had heard his voice approaching me but suddenly, he disappeared and I remained alone." The boy's loneliness was like a stab in your heart, no one deserves to be alone, especially at his age.

"I'm very sorry." You sigh, lowering yourself to his level as you rub his shoulders in a comforting, almost maternal way. "We're going to find him and when we do, we'll all get out of here."

The tension in the young boy's muscles eases as you comfort him. "Thanks." He waves and smiles.

"Okay, which way?" Cal looks around, looking for a way out.

"I have an idea...Tobin, get on my shoulders." Travis bends down, giving Tobin access to his shoulders. The boy sits on them and slowly, Travis stands up. "Okay, now...Do you see anything?"

Tobin looks in all directions until his gaze finds the church which was on the other side of the road, in front of the field.

"The church! I see it!" Tobin points in its direction and Travis starts walking, followed by the others. "Don't separate from us, not even for a minute."

You nod and the others do the same, following Travis and Tobin as they think about why this strange field exists.

Your mind browsed through your memories, more precisely in the brief moments you had shared with Ross.

Damn, the man was married and already had a son, but oh...He was so handsome. It was as if he were a Greek God...That shirt he was wearing, open on the upper part of his chest, giving access to his curious gazes, those lips that were just the right amount of flesh and his penetrating blue gaze, which seemed to drown out all your thoughts everytime you looked at him. (Aquaman reference, got it? Because Patrick Wilson is Orm and...Yeah, you got it AHEM.)

Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud thump behind you, making you jump and quickly turn around to see what had happened.

Becky had passed out, being surrounded by the group while Cal tried to save her, pressing both hands together on her chest repeatedly.

"What happened?" You ask, not moving closer to give her brother and ex space as they both tried to save her.

"She just fainted, fell..." Travis' chest was breathing heavily as he felt sick.

You looked at her belly, worried about the safety of the baby and the mother.

Suddenly, Ross appears in the tall grass, bending down and trying to save her, successfully.

Becky takes a deep breath and coughs, sitting up and looking at the man in surprise.

"Dad!" Tobin runs into Ross' open arms, who catches him and holds him in a tight hug.

"My son...Are you okay?" Ross looks at the smiling boy, stroking his blonde hair.

The boy nods and looks at the others. "They helped me."

Ross smiles and looks at everyone, his gaze meeting yours, a moment that seemed to pass much slower than usual. "You...Thank you for taking care of my son."

Nodding, you look away as a blush takes over your cheeks. CONCENTRATE!

"I ended up getting to the road but I wasn't going to leave my wife and son here." Ross smiles, hugging Tobin.

"How?" Travis raises an eyebrow, sighing.

"I can only say that it's not a straight line. Where were you all going?" Ross looks at the group, directing his gaze once again to you.

"In the direction of the building." You smile at Tobin's father earning a smile in return.

"Building?"

"We were close..." Cal helps Becky to her feet, looking around.

"Come up again, Tobin." Travis kneels, allowing the blonde to sit on his shoulders again.

He rotates 360°, unable to find the building.

"It disappeared." Tobin continues searching, without success.

"That's how it works around here, but I have a lucky ticket for anyone who wants it." Ross opens his arms, smiling widely at the others.

"You had the chance to get out of here, why didn't you do it?" Travis narrows his eyes, crossing his arms.

"I wasn't going to leave my wife and son here, considering that now, I have you all to save too." He laughs lightly, shaking his head. "Come on, I'll show you the way..."

Ross begins to lead the way, being followed by the others.

Something didn't feel right...The fact that Ross knew how to get out of that place was very strange, but there was nothing you could do but to follow him.

You continued to follow Ross, watching the sky darken quickly, the orange color of the afternoon turning into the dark blue of the night.

Humboldt began to sing, his voice resembling the song of sirens, drawing you more and more with a dangerous melody.

"You have a beautiful voice." You look at Ross, who turns to you, nodding.

"Thanks, I used to be in a band when I was young." Ross smiles and returns to lead the way.

Suddenly, you come across a large black rock in the center of the field, with several drawings contained on it, as if they were describing a ritual.

"We're here." Ross smiles, but this time differently...A mischievous smile.

"What is that?" You ask, pointing to the rock.

"This...It's the stone of redemption...Touch it and you will know everything." Ross moves closer to you, his breath hitting against your cheek. "Touch it."

You swallow hard, approaching the stone, reaching out your hand until...

"STOP!!! DON'T TOUCH THE ROCK!" Natalie shouts, appearing in the center of the field.

"Mom!" Tobin runs towards her, hugging her.

"I don't know what he told you, but it's a lie!" The mother looks at Ross, narrowing her eyes.

"Honey? What happened?" Humboldt tries to get closer.

"DON'T COME CLOSER!" Natalie places Tobin behind her, taking steps back as her gaze shifts to Becky. "You..."

Becky raises her eyebrows in surprise, not recognizing Natalie.

"I saw...I saw...She was...She was..." She breathes heavily, holding back the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.

"She was...She was what? Just say it." Ross's smile gets wider and wider as he looks at his wife.

"She wasn't alive." Natalie turns away, hiding her face with her right hand. "And you were going to hurt me..."

"Hurt you?" Ross frowns. "How can you think something like that? I would never do that, we're together...We're a family, aren't we Travis?" Ross opens his arms and turns to the man.

Becky suddenly begins to feel severe pains in her stomach, squirming as Cal and Travis rub her back.

An image comes to her mind, Ross was in the middle of the grass, his eyes were completely white as if there was no soul there, as if he was being controlled by the field, a wide smile spread across his face as he lowered his head.

Becky comes back to reality, looking at Ross.

"Let's go." Her gaze becomes serious, taking steps back. "Now."

You frown, looking at everyone there. Certainly, something wasn't right there and the only thing you wanted at that moment was to get out of there.

"Want to come with us?" Travis looks at Natalie and Tobin, who nod but don't move when they see Ross has positioned himself in front of them.

"No...You don't understand...You have to touch the stone!" Ross smiles, trying to mislead them. "But I just don't understand one thing...How did you find us? Why are you here?" Ross narrows his eyes, frowning as he points at Natalie. "The field wouldn't let you find us...Unless..." The pieces fit together in Ross's mind. "This isn't about you..." He opens his eyes wide in realization. "It's about me."

He turns to the stone, his breathing increasing more and more.

"You want the hard sell? Sure, that's fine with me." He shrugs and is then surprised by Travis, who jumps on him, punching him in the face.

"Run!!!" Travis screams as he continues to punch him.

Tobin runs ahead of Natalie, managing to get away from his father, but it was too late for his mother.

Ross elbows Travis in the face, making him fall and then grabs Natalie, who screams as she tries to escape her husband's hands.

"MOM!!!" Tobin tries to go back to her, but is held back by Becky.

You stand there, motionless next to Cal, looking at Ross in shock.

Ross begins squeezing both sides of Natalie's head, causing her to bleed as she looks at her son.

"No...Son, don't worry...It's just grass and all flesh is grass." Ross increases the strength in his hands, crushing Natalie's head, causing blood to spray everywhere.

Ross's face was covered in blood, as were his clothes, mixing with the mud and sweat present on his body.

"RUN!" Travis manages to get up and starts running, Becky; Cal and Tobin leading the way.

You look at Ross, your gaze focused on the blood present on his face. Humboldt noticed your gaze and smiled at you, licking his lips, savoring the taste of iron and then, winking at you.

"Let's go!" Travis pulls your arm, making you follow him as you all ran away from Ross, not knowing where to go.

"You have nowhere to run!" Ross shouts, still standing in the center of the field, not even bothering to follow you all.

You find an abandoned store and decide to enter it, trying to hide from Ross, but deep down you knew there was no way out.

Tobin hugs Becky, looking at the ground. "He's right, we're all grass."

You look at the boy, thinking about what you could do to help them.

"If we stay here, he'll find us and it'll be worse." Travis sighs, placing his hands on his waist.

"And what do we do?" Becky looks at her ex, waiting for an answer.

Freddy, Tobin's dog, passes through an isolated patch of tall grass, then disappears.

"What? Where did he go?" Cal asks, still looking out the window.

Seconds later, Freddy appears on the road, heading towards the church.

"There's a gap there, like a wormhole. That's where we have to go, let's go!" Travis smiles, feeling a twinge of hope in his chest.

You had stopped paying attention to others a long time ago, as your mind was focused on something else: Ross.

That moment when he licked his lips and winked at you flirtatiously kept replaying in your head. The way he breathed, the way he spoke, the way he smiled... Oh, how extremely delicious he was.

And the blood giving a final touch to that man's personality, an aggressive but erotic touch at the same time, how could that be possible? You thought.

Is this unhealthy? You questioned yourself. The fact that you were attracted to a person who had just killed their partner in front of you and everyone but who smiled and winked at you, especially you...Was it a bad thing?

You stopped and thought, wondering if it was the field that was making you think these things.

You snapped out of your trance when you noticed everyone leaving the store, heading towards the "gap."

"Hey, wait for m-" You froze as you felt a strong hand grab your shoulder, forcing you to turn around.

"Do you know what your mistake is?" Ross looks at you with a calculating look, his breath hitting your lips. "It's the simple fact that you all think that one day you will leave this place." He smiles menacingly, stroking your cheek.

You start to run as fast as you can, pushing through the tall grass with your hands, reluctantly looking back and realizing that this time, Ross was running after you.

You try to speed up your steps, running tirelessly, the dose of adrenaline increasing within your blood.

You look back again, Ross was no longer there. When you turn around, you are surprised by him, who jumps on top of you, pinning you to the ground with his weight while holding both your hands together above your head.

You squirm, not noticing that your movements caused Ross's erection to grow inside his brown pants.

"I'm impressed." Ross smiles widely, referring to the race. The moonlight hitting your skin, highlighting every detail of your bodies.

You can't focus on anything other than Ross's bloodied face, which was very close to yours.

"I noticed the way you look at me, you're attracted to me, aren't you sweetie?" Ross kisses your neck, making you sigh and close your eyes for a brief second.

"The grass knows everything, and it told me that you want to feel me inside you." He licks a stripe that starts on your neck and ends on your cheek, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with blood. "You want to be mine, don't you?"

You swallow hard, your chest going down and up repeatedly in a short period of time.

Ross's gaze goes lower and lower, stopping at your breasts, noticing your hard nipples from the contact between your two bodies.

Ross continues to trap your hands with his left hand and with his right, he lifts your tank top, causing your breasts to pop out.

"Round and perfect." He caresses your belly, his hand exploring the small stretch marks on your waist, then going higher, caressing your breasts and feeling the stretch marks also present there and squeezing your nipples, playing with them, making you moan and arch your back.

Your mind becomes empty, being once again filled entirely by him.

Humboldt lowers his face, licking the place under your belly button, moving up while his tongue tastes your soft skin until he reaches your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth, caressing the other with his free hand.

You moan louder, arching your back and grinding against him, yearning for more.

He separates his face from your breasts, looking back at you.

"So beautiful." He kisses you fervently, as if he’s needy.

Your tongues mingle, a strange feeling in your stomach area taking over you as you feel his erection get bigger and harder.

He kisses your neck again, giving small bites there, intensifying the pleasure.

You could swear he would make you come right there, without even penetrating you.

He kneels down next to you, stopping his grip on your hands to see if you would react, but you didn't.

You did absolutely nothing, just stood there...Waiting for him to continue.

Ross seeing this, took off your pants, looking at your panties, completely wet. He smiled and positioned himself in front of her face, unbuttoning his pants, releasing his cock wet with pre-cum.

"Be a good girl and help me with this." Ross began to masturbate in front of her face, placing the tip of his cock between your lips.

You took his cock in your hands and started licking the tip, eliciting a loud moan from Ross, who looked at you while stroking your hair.

Your tongue began to work at the base, sucking the man's balls and caressing the hair on top, tracing a path over the veins that ran from the beginning to the end of his dick.

Oh, and his dick was huge. It was full of veins, with some hair at its base, it was...perfect.

Your mouth opened and you sheltered him in your heat and wetness, the sensation sending shivers down Ross's spine as yet another moan escaped the man's lips.

You knelt as you worked on his pleasure, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making tears run down your cheeks as you tried not to choke.

Ross wiped one of her tears with his thumb, taking it to his mouth and sucking it, feeling the salty taste.

"Mmhm, keep going baby...I'm about to come." He throws his head back, his hips start to move at the same time as he fucks your throat.

You stay like that for a few more seconds until he comes and spills his hot seed inside your mouth.

Before you could do anything, he lifts your chin with his fingers and smiles.

“Swallow~” He licks his lips, waiting for you to do as he asked.

You swallow, closing your eyes and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, showing that you've swallowed.

"Good girl." He kisses your cheek, feeling proud.

He pushes you to the ground again, your back meeting the muddy grass as he takes off your panties and drops his mouth onto your wet pussy.

You moan at the contact of his tongue with your clit, sinking your hand into the mud that surrounded you.

"Mmhm, how delicious." Ross opens your pussy with his index and middle fingers making a "V" shape, penetrating you with his tongue.

Your back arches unconsciously as your loud moans echo over the plantation.

You hear the strong wind blow over the tall grass, which was moving calmly, hearing voices that seem to whisper in your ear phrases like:

"You belong here."

"You are his now and his alone."

"You are grass, all flesh is grass."

Ross lifts your legs, making your lower back rise as well, giving access to your ass.

He licks and bites one of your cheeks before sinking his lips to your other hole, his eyes focused on your face.

You close your hand in the man's brown hair, moaning and moving your hips to match Humboldt's actions.

After a few minutes, you end up squirting into his mouth, making him laugh lightly and swallow your juices.

He pulls away from you, breathing heavily.

"This way, you'll finish me off." He smiles and gets up, putting his dick inside his pants then picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the rock.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes as you try to recover.

"I'm not done yet, honey." He kisses your cheek as he continues to carry you.

You return to the center of the field, the grass stops moving.

He gently puts you on your feet and holds your hands, bringing you to the stone.

"Touch her, baby." He whispers in your ear. "And we will be one, forever." He nibbles on your earlobe, playing with it with his teeth.

You move closer to the stone, extending your hands until they meet the cold surface of the rock.

The sky turns crimson, as if there were an eclipse, you feel the grass embrace your arms, slowly consuming you.

Ross hugs you from behind, one hand goes down, passing over your breasts, feeling your belly and reaching your pussy.

You moan again, rubbing your bare ass against his clothed cock.

Ross's skilled fingers begin to work on your intimacy, providing you pleasure at the same time that your hands remain connected to the stone. After a few seconds, he takes his dick out of his pants, pulling them down.

He turns you around, lifting your legs, resting them on his forearms while his hands find the stone behind you, each on the side of your shoulders, making your pussy exposed as your back meets the surface. ice cold from the stone.

He gives you a long kiss, your tongues battling for territory, mixing blood and saliva as he begins to penetrate you with strong thrusts.

The sudden entrance made you scream and close your eyes tightly, resting your hands on his shoulders, the sky was completely red and the grass was laughing, witnessing the intimate moment shared between you.

He continues to give strong thrusts inside your pussy, your ass slapping against his hips, making wet and erotic sounds, feeling you close around him while your moans mix in the air.

"I will fill you with my semen, you will have my child and we will be a happy family." He whispers in your ear as he continues to penetrate you.

You caress both of his cheeks as you nod, closing your eyes as you both reach your peak.

"Oh my..." You roll your eyes back, feeling his warm seed fill your insides, the promise of a new life being made.

He takes a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours as he smiles.

"My dear..." He kisses your forehead, leaving another trail of blood on your face.

"Now you are mine."

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Thanks for reading!

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Just A Little Bit

well....it's certainly been a minute, hasn't it

but what better way to come back than lee!George week??? If you didn't know (or sleep under a rock), @wishitweresummer is hosting a lee!george week, perfectly named lee!GeorgeSummer (make sure to use that as the hashtag if you contribute)! if you click this link, you can find out all the details about the upcoming week! I got to do my own lee!george week last May and it was the most incredible thing, I honestly am so excited to see what everyone does!

okay, anyway, we're starting off with day 1 - first time!

this idea came to me randomly at 5:30 this morning when I saw a random text post, and it gave me the biggest shot of inspiration, and FINALLY cured my writers block! so much so that I...wrote a pretty long one. ha ha...whoops. aaaanyway, thank you to summer for hosting this awesome week and for cheering me on while you watched me destroy george in the ending, and thank you to my partner in crime @awkwardtickleetoo for listening to me whine about writers block for months, and for supporting me through it all AND reading this before it was posted. couldn't have done this without you both, thank you so much <3

OKAY I promise I'm done rambling, please enjoy the fic! :D

(lee!George / ler!Dream / ler!Sapnap : 4.5K words)

“Dream! Come on, I have to show you something!” 

Dream rolled his eyes as Sapnap called him from downstairs for the fifth time in under a minute, chuckling to himself at how impatient he could be. Despite being annoyed, he was also incredibly intrigued, and so he saved the video he had been editing before standing up to go see what all the fuss was about. On his short walk to the end of the hallway, he could hear George squealing and protesting, though he couldn’t make out what was being said. 

“What is so important that it couldn’t wait until I finished the video?” Dream called as he reached the thin railing at the top of the steps, clasping his hands around it and leaning forward to find where the two boys were. However, his eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the unexpected scene below him. 

In the living room was Sapnap, straddling a very squirmy George on the couch. George was screaming and thrashing around while Sapnap was beside himself with laughter through it all. They continued to fight as Dream quickly made his way down the steps, almost losing his balance as he refused to take his eyes off the two as he descended. 

“What are you doing-“ Dream’s question was cut off by a squeal from George, who was throwing his body around so violently it looked as if Sapnap was riding a bull. 

“DREAM! STOP HIM!” 

“Well, what is he-“ Again, Dream’s question was cut off by a scream, this time coming from Sapnap. George had attempted to knee him between the legs, and Sapnap had barely stopped it before it was too late.

“Well now you’re really fucked, aren’t you, George?” Sapnap leaned down close to his face, invading his space with a wide smirk as George’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He shook his head from side to side frantically, spewing out apologies and practically pleading for his life. 

“No! No nohoho no! P-Please! Sapnap, come on!” George pleaded through nervous giggles as he continued to kick and squirm, attempting to escape the smaller boy in any way he could. But Sapnap held his own on George’s waist, clamping his thighs tighter together and giggling triumphantly when it effectively lessened the squirming.

“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?” Dream spoke up awkwardly, now standing at the end of the couch, unsure of what to do. Sapnap and George immediately looked towards the voice, almost as if they forgot the other was there in the first place.

“Oh, right! So, our best buddy Georgie here is- MHF!” George had successfully slapped a hand over Sapnap’s mouth, preventing him from sharing the information with their third party. Sapnap raised an eyebrow down at George, and no more than a second later Sapnap’s hands lowered onto his ribs. The hand over his mouth immediately dropped as George brought his arms to his sides, pressing them tightly against his body as he threw his head back, eyes screwed shut in what seemed to be agony. 

“George are you-“

“Oh don’t worry, he’s fine! He just doesn’t want you to find out about his little secret.” Sapnap cut him off once again, causing Dream to run a hand through his messy curls in frustration. 

“Shut UP, Snapmap!” George hissed from below Sapnap, articulating the dreaded nickname as he reached both hands up to try and cover his mouth again. Unfortunately for George, Sapnap’s strength was too much for him, and his wrists were scooped up into a tight hold. 

“If he doesn’t want me to know, it’s okay!” Dream blurted out quickly, seeing how panicked George was becoming. Sapnap shook his head as he chuckled, looking down at George with wiggling eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the blonde.

“No, it’s nothing like that.” Sapnap started, his chuckles turning into bright giggles as George struggled harder than he had before to break free. The older boy let out a scream, trying to talk over Sapnap, which in turn only made him more keen on exposing him. George continued to scream every time Sapnap attempted to even open his mouth, and finally fed up with the boy, he placed his hand harshly over George’s mouth. When the noise was finally muffled, Sapnap flashed Dream the biggest smile he had ever seen in their time living together.

“The big secret is that our little friend here…” Sapnap raised his eyebrows as his mouth hung open, pausing for dramatic effect to make Dream laugh. “Is extremely, devastatingly, ticklish.”

Dream felt his jaw drop slightly as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, no doubt looking like a lost puppy as his two friends watched his reaction. George whined behind Sapnap’s hand, squealing when Sapnap released his previously held wrist in favor of roughly squeezing his cheek. The pinching hand was quickly slapped away, but Sapnap made sure to keep his other pressed tightly over George’s mouth. Dream made his way over to where they were on the couch, standing over them and shrugging his shoulders at the two.

“…Really? That’s it?” Dream questioned, not understanding what the huge deal was.

“No, like, Dream. You have to see it. It’s kind of insane how ticklish he is.” Sapnap explained, giggling as George began screaming behind his hand again. Dream looked down at George, purely out of curiosity, and was surprised when the brunette immediately turned his head to face the couch cushions. He chewed on his bottom lip as he turned his gaze to Sapnap, questioning the action, but it went ignored.

“I’m serious! You need to see it! No, wait. Actually, you need to experience it. You need to tickle him, Dream!” Sapnap exclaimed, giggling again when George tried to buck his hips up to make Sapnap lose his balance. 

“No, come on Sap, I can see he doesn’t like it.” Dream spoke softly, craning his neck slightly as he leaned his body forward to try and get a glimpse of George. This only made him lean into the cushions more, now trapping Sapnap’s hand between his mouth and the couch. 

“No no, don’t mind him! He’s fine, Dream! Just scribble your fingers here!” Sapnap poked at George’s lower tummy twice, making George jolt underneath him and causing Dream to jump back at the panicked action. 

“Sapnap, no, we don’t have to-“ Dream tried again, shifting his weight nervously from foot to foot, watching as George fought for his life underneath the youngest boy. Sapnap finally removed his hand from over George’s mouth, successfully opening the floodgates to his screams and frantic laughter. George kept his forehead pressed against the cushions, leaving room for him to continue yelling as he blindly battled with Sapnap’s hands that were actively trying to render his own useless. 

“It’s fine! He loves it!” Sapnap countered through bubbly giggles, his voice growing louder to drown out George’s girlish screams as he finally managed to wrangle the small wrists down against the couch. 

Dream crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbows in thought, trying to find the words to make Sapnap stop, when George finally turned his head away from the couch. This left room for the two to finally make eye contact. It was brief, only lasting a few seconds before George turned back towards the couch, but Dream knew immediately what was really going on. It wasn’t that George was uncomfortable like he had initially thought; it wasn’t because he hated it. 

Dream was incredibly familiar with George’s tells. Like how his nose would scrunch up whenever he tried a new food he didn’t like. The way George would mess with his hair whenever he got tired, always tangling small strands around his pointer finger without a thought. Dream knew that  whenever George would stomp down the steps to steer clear of him until he satisfied his inner hunger-beast. 

And he definitely recognized this particular George.

The deep red in his cheeks. The glassy eyes. The continuous whining through his protests that seemed never ending. Dream knew what this really was. George was simply embarrassed. 

Realizing this, Dream felt all the tension in his shoulders melt away, finally allowing his arms to drop and a smile to form over his face. He took a step forward, his knees lightly pressing into the seat cushions as he leaned his upper body over George. Already anticipating he would hide further into the couch, Dream brought a hand up to lean on the back of the couch to steady himself and used his free hand to run through George’s hair. Dream’s smile widened when George let out a high pitched whine at the feeling, angry at his body for betraying him as he leaned into the touch. 

“Someone’s embarrassed.” Dream stated nonchalantly, sending George into another round of loud protests that had Sapnap in near stitches. Hearing both boys giggle only made George’s blush spread, and he quickly hid his face back into the cushion as his face continued to rise in temperature. 

“Awh, is wittle Georgie embawassed?” Sapnap teased, squeezing his wrists a few times playfully to make George struggle against him more. To his surprise, George wasn’t fighting back nearly as hard anymore. Dream was still scratching lightly at his scalp, and the longer it went on the more Sapnap felt George relax beneath him. Slowly, Sapnap released George’s hands, silently observing as the wrists stayed pressed to the couch despite not being held down anymore. 

“You’re both idiots.” George mumbled quietly into the fabric, bringing his left hand up to cover his ear and the visible side of his face to hide his own smile. Sapnap reached out to grab onto his wrist, ready to pull it back down, but Dream stopped him before he could. Sapnap met his eyes in confusion, only to have his features soften a few seconds later when he understood the silent agreement Dream was trying to make. 

“Oh, come on, George. I can tell you love this. Just let it happen.” Dream suggested, receiving a high pitched growl in response. His hand never wavered from carding through George’s hair as he slowly brought himself down into a kneeling position, therefore freeing up the hand he was using to balance himself against the couch. He brought the hand down the front of the cushion slowly, allowing George time to stop him if he wanted to.

But he didn’t. Just like Dream expected.

“If you need me to stop, just tell me, okay?” George’s nod was almost missed, and would’ve been if Dream hadn’t been watching the blush slowly spread onto his ears. The tips of them were beginning to turn a deep shade of red, and Dream wondered if his cheeks were the same hue. He quickly dispelled the curiosity though, not wanting to make George shy away while in this very vulnerable position. 

“Mh mhhm.” Sapnap and Dream exchanged a quick glance to see if the other had caught what George said, but unfortunately neither did. Sapnap sat back on his heels, providing George more space to breathe as Dream did the same. The only touch left on George was the hand steadily scratching, with Dream’s fingertips lightly resting against the seat cushion next to his torso. 

“What was that, baby?” Sapnap tried to be as soft as possible, understanding the importance of keeping his tone neutral so as to not spook George.

“My…my hands.” 

“What about them?” Dream spoke next, leaning a little closer in to hear the muffled speech. 

“I just. I can’t keep them down once you start.” He practically whispered, bringing his other hand up to cover his face completely as he spoke. Dream moved his hand from the couch to rest it against George’s bicep closest to him, rubbing soothingly over the shirt sleeve with his thumb. 

“That’s okay, angel, if you need to stop me you can.” He reassured George, carding a little more harshly through his hair as a playful gesture with his gentle words.

“Well…it’s not that I want to. I just…can’t help it.” George let his voice trail off into a whisper, obviously embarrassed about his confession. He quickly tried to twist his body away from the two, but was stopped by Dream’s sudden grip on his arm. The older boy whimpered, allowing himself to be returned to his position on his back, facing the ceiling. His hands were still clamped tightly over his face, a poor attempt at blocking the two from seeing his blush. Dream and Sapnap just about cooed audibly at that, but stopped themselves before they ruined the calm atmosphere they were currently in. 

“Do you want me to hold your wrists down for you?” Dream asked. George slowly spread his fingers apart, meeting Dream’s eyes before speaking. 

“No, not you! Sapnap!” He barked, closing the gaps in his fingers when the two laughed at his outburst. “You think I want Sapnap to do that to me? He’ll kill me!” Sapnap sat up on his knees with a hand thrown over his heart like he had just been shot, offended by George’s accusation. 

“To be fair, he does have a point, Sap.” George giggled quietly at the comment, causing Sapnap to poke timidly into his lower ribs with both pointer fingers. Dream watched as George’s body jerked to the side, amazed at how such a tiny touch could produce such a reaction. 

“See! I told you he was bad!” Sapnap playfully slapped Dream’s shoulder when he noticed him looking, further proving the point he was previously attempting to make. 

“Shut up!” George screeched from behind his hands, moving them up his face slightly until he was able to lightly grip some of his hair that draped over his forehead. Dream shot one last warning glare Sapnap’s way before he turned back to George, delicately gripping his wrists and moving them slowly towards Sapnap; slow enough that George could stop it if he wanted to. 

But again, he didn’t. And again, it was exactly what Dream had expected. 

Sapnap took George’s wrists, moving them down until his hands rested against the couch on either side of his thighs. Dream sat up further, crowding a little more into George’s space in order to place both hands on either side of his ribcage. He looked down at George, searching for any sign that he wanted this to stop, that he was uncomfortable, too nervous, but Dream found none. And so, he lifted his hands from the couch and let them touch down onto George’s body, not moving them yet, but resting so he could get used to the feeling at his own pace. 

“Fuck!” George cried out when he felt Dream’s fingers press against his lowest set of ribs, throwing himself upwards as his back arched into the sky against his will. He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his face into the couch again, embarrassed by his own reactions. 

“I didn’t even do anything yet, George.” Dream snorted.

“I-I know but, like, I know you’re gonna!” George whined, throwing his head back when Dream poked his cheek to get him to return his head straight so they could see him. He kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at either of them but still obeying Dream’s quiet request anyway.

“It’s alright, Georgie. It’s just a little tickling.” Sapnap teased, vibrating George’s wrists softly into the couch as he spoke. George giggled at that, followed by a deep exhale he didn’t realize he’d been holding in. And after that much needed release, his nerves were finally calming down. 

“I know, I know. But it’s still, like..y’know, flustering or whatever.” George grumbled, peeking out of one eye to see what the two were up to. Just as he decided to do that, though, Dream poked gently up his ribs, directly up to the highest ones, stopping there when George shrieked in response. 

“Plehehease please please! No!” His laughter was louder now that Dream was focused on such a tiny, hypersensitive spot, unable to hold it in any longer. Sapnap giggled along with George as he made sure to keep the squirmy boy down, leaning forward slightly to put more of his weight into restraining George. 

“You’re okay, George. Like Sap said, it’s just a little bit of tickling, right?” It was Dream’s turn to tease him, relishing in the feeling of being the one to make George react like this. He pressed two of his fingers into both sides of his upper ribs, rubbing slightly to see what George would do.

“FUCK NOHOHOHO!” George was howling at that, the sound of heavy thudding coming from behind Sapnap as George drummed his legs against the couch as he thrashed. Dream wished he could whip out his phone and snap a picture of Sapnap, who looked as if he’d just found a goldmine. Technically, it was Dream who found it, but Sapnap’s reaction was just as good as George’s was. 

“Are you doing okay?” Dream asked loud enough for George to hear over his own laughter. He saw a slight nod but decided to pause entirely to make sure, not wanting to overwhelm George. 

“Yehehes, I’m okay, just…please, you hahave to move!” George pleaded as he let his head lull to the side, breathing heavily through his nose as he recovered from the mini tickle attack. Dream rolled his eyes as he watched George’s chest heave up and down dramatically, still surprised at the intense reactions such little tickling was causing.

“Okay, giggly boy, I hear you loud and clear,” Dream began, lifting his hands up and wiggling his fingers over George’s torso. “How about…here?” 

“Wh- NO!” George’s protest came too late as Dream tapped his fingers gently over his lower tummy, kneading gently into it and giggling softly to himself when George squealed in response. He felt his finger catch on the edge of his bellybutton, making George’s laughter jump an octave. Dream ran his fingers over the spot directly under it, back and forth, over and over, until eventually deciding to spider them out towards his hips. Sapnap bounced as George attempted to buck his hips into the air, squealing when Dream’s thumbs found his hip bones and rubbed into them roughly. 

“Oh, there’s good, huh?” Dream commented, looking up to Sapnap for confirmation while George was busy laughing under his fingers. 

“Definitely a good spot. I like to get there when he’s being annoying.” Sapnap answered, laughing when Dream tweaked his hip bones again, causing George to squeal through his hysterics. He noted the spot in his mind and continued his ticklish journey to the spots that made George laugh the hardest. His squeezing migrated up to his sides, eyes widening when George suddenly twisted his whole body away from Dream. Sapnap used his knee to press into George’s hip, trapping his waist down against the couch so Dream could continue tickling up his sides. Dream tested the spot further, letting his hands dip under George’s shirt to skitter cold fingertips along the warm skin. 

“Dohohon’t! Plehease!” George begged as Dream’s fingers continued their venture, making sure to knead over each and every rib as they climbed higher and higher. Sapnap watched in awe as George squeezed his eyes shut tighter, a few stray tears collecting together at the outer corners of his eyes as he continued to laugh himself silly. 

“Please? But I have to! You wanted this, remember?” Dream reminded him, using two fingers on each side to act as if his fingers were actually walking up his ribcage. George squirmed from side to side, as much as he could with Sapnap’s full weight practically holding him in place. 

“‘H-Hold my hands Sapnap! Dream, don’t tickle me too much pwetty pwease!’” Sapnap mocked, breaking out into his own laughter when George let out what could only be described as a lion cub’s roar trying to cover up Sapnap’s teases. 

“Stohop, idiot!” George pleaded through his laughter, kicking harder against the couch as he tried to expel the ticklish energy that was coursing through him. 

“Awh, Dweam, I think the pretty kitty is angwy!” Sapnap pretended to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as much as he could as he looked at Dream for fake sympathy. Dream gasped at the comment, feigning surprise at George’s complaints.

“The pretty kitty is angry?” Dream stopped tickling for a moment, removing his hands from under George’s shirt and bringing one up to rest under his chin as he pretended to think over his options. “Well, I think I have just the thing to help with that!” 

“Wait, no, nonono!” George cried out, throwing himself forward to try and counteract Sapnap’s weight to knock him off balance, but all he accomplished was giving Sapnap more of a reason to make him suffer. 

“You wanna play it like that, baby boy? Okay, I can do that.” Sapnap spoke flatly, stopping his moments for a second before throwing himself further over George, flinging his arms up and over his head, pressing his wrists deep into the cushions as George begged and apologized profusely under him. 

“Noho NO! I’m sorry! I’m sohoho sorry!” George tried to talk his way out of his impending doom, but it fell onto deaf ears as Sapnap leaned forward slightly, dragging his wrists up further until George’s arms were practically straight up over his head. The position had him completely stretched out, not only extending the area of his torso, but more importantly, leaving a very vulnerable opening under his arms. 

“Sorry won’t cut it, George. We want you to be happy! We can’t have our little kitty angry, now, can we?” Dream spoke over the screaming, ignoring the many apologies and threats that were now being thrown their way. “You leave us no choice, pretty boy.” With that, Dream lunged forward, letting his fingers dance under George’s arms with speed and precision that only a ballerina could possess. 

It was an understatement to claim that George lost his mind. 

George screamed out, high pitched and desperate as Dream’s fingers made circles under his arms, zoning in on the very centers. His laughter was hysterical, having no choice but to lay there and take whatever tickles Dream decided to make him endure. There was a brief pause, just to let George take in a quick gasp of air, and then Dream was back to the torment.

“Surely it can’t be that bad, George.” Sapnap chortled, watching as the small body below him writhed in ticklish agony. Dream took this opportunity to shove his hands inside of George’s shirt sleeves, using his two pointer fingers to gently scribble at the outer parts of his armpits, watching for every tiny jump and twitch from George as he did. 

“Yeah, I’m sure I could be doing something much worse,” Dream smirked, looking up at Sapnap with raised eyebrows as he began to spider all ten of his fingers under George’s arms. “Something like this, right? That’s worse?” 

“Wh-wait, wa-AHAHAHAIT! NOHOHO!” George was full on shrieking now, squirming and thrashing and throwing his body every which way to try and escape the torturous feeling. As Dream continued the tickling, George quickly lost his ability to speak, just blurting out little half pleads here and there whenever he got a second to breathe. His head was titled so far back the two thought he might snap it off if he leaned it back any farther. The tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes finally fell, rapidly descending down each side of his cheeks, right over his ears, that were burning hot from all the laughing. 

“Okay I think- woah! What- Sapnap!”

Just as Dream had noticed the tears and decided to put an end to George’s torment, Sapnap had other ideas. He let go of George’s wrists, allowing him to fling them down, nearly decapitating Dream in the process, in favor of reaching behind him to squeeze the inner part of George’s thighs. His laughter refused to go any higher, and so it went silent as he pounded his fists against Sapnap’s own thighs. 

“Okay, Sap, that’s enough. We’re not trying to kill him!” Dream reached behind Sapnap, quickly putting an end to Sapnap’s vice-like grip on George’s thighs. Sapnap rolled his eyes with an overexaggerated sigh, annoyed that his fun was ruined before it even got started. 

“I guess you’re right.” Sapnap pouted again as he climbed off of George, picking up his legs and placing them over his own thighs as Sapnap sat on the couch next to him. He rubbed at the sore muscles, giggling when bubbly laughter exploded from George at the action. 

“Y-You were supposed tohoho be nihihice!” George weakly pointed a finger in Dream’s direction, causing the two boys to laugh along with him when he pointed the complete opposite way of Dream, his eyes still closed as he took in quick gasps through the leftover giggles to try and steady his breathing. Dream slid his arms under George’s torso, picking him up and maneuvering a very limp George into his lap as he climbed up onto the couch next to Sapnap. He draped George’s back over his thighs, using his arm as a headrest for George. 

“I know, I’m sorry. It’s just hard not to get carried away when I’m tickling someone this cute.” Dream smiled down at him, bringing his thumbs up to rub the tears away from under George’s eyes. A moment later, George’s eyes fluttered open, his hands coming up to rub his knuckles harshly into them as he got used to the light again. 

“Yeah, yeah. Remember that when I get you both back, later.” George threatened, giggling up at the two when they exchanged nervous glances. “Yeah, that’s right. And don’t think you both will team up on me again. You’re both too smart for that. You’ll turn on each other, just wait.” 

Sapnap and Dream turned towards each other, smiles slowly fading into determined looks. Suddenly George was on his back on the floor as they both scrambled to run out of the living room, trailing each other up the steps, shouting threats and cursing each other as they made their way to their respective rooms, slamming the doors behind them. Not even a second later, George heard his phone vibrating like crazy on the couch cushions above him. He picked up his phone, smirking when he had messages from both boys, detailing each other’s weaknesses and vowing to make amends with him to take the other one down. George giggled to himself, standing up and walking over to where Patches had been sitting on the other end of the couch, snuggling up with her.

He had them exactly where he wanted them. 

(you can find this fic on ao3 here!)

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NSFW;Gavi x Pedri x Jude

🚨TW🚨:Threesome, Unsafe Sex, Light Feminization, Spanking. Dom/Sub, Bottom Gavi, Bottom Jude and Top Pedri

Word Counter:4.5k

"Who do you want to be our third member, baby?" Pedri asked, a hand was on his boyfriend's thigh as he drove through the streets of Barcelona going to the drive thru to buy snacks "I can call Ferran if you want a second inside you"

"S-stop it, stop saying those things" Jude turned his head, he was blushing as he heard his boyfriend saying those things "I'm shy"

"Shy?, if I tell you everything I did to you, your shyness will explode your body" Pedro joked, squeezing Jude's thick thigh tighter, the Englishman shivered as he felt his face heat up even more. Jude Bellingham only had size, he didn't deny that he was a tall and strong man but none of that mattered to his personality when he was with Pedro. With him he was just a little princess

"You don't need to be ashamed, love, I'll call whoever you want" Pedro said, continuing to drive. In fact, Jude had an idea of ​​who he wanted, these entire days of conversation with his newest friend made him awaken new things within himself, and since he and Pedri wanted to have a threesome, he found the perfect person for it.

"Well, I already know who I want" Jude said, Pedro had entered the drive thru of a fast food "You know, I think you'll like it"

"Who do you want?" Pedro asked looking at his boyfriend

"Gavi" Jude replied and Pedro raised his eyebrow and started laughing "What are you laughing at, idiot?"

"He wouldn't want to stick his dick inside you for anything in the world, he's 100% bottom" Pedro replied, still laughing "You didn't know that? Weren't you guys super friends?"

"I know that, I want you to fuck him" Jude said, surprising Pedro who stopped laughing "Seriously, he's so cute, you're not going to tell me that you don't want to put your dick in that pretty mouth"

"I-I know, he's really cute but I thought you wanted two inside you" Pedro was a little nervous, as if he didn't want to agree with Jude

"Another day, but I can't stop imagining this cute boy kneeling for you" Jude said as images popped into his head, puppy ​​eyes watching Pedro wanting his cock in his mouth, begging to please him

"Is this some kind of trap?" Pedro asked suspiciously and Jude started laughing "Why are you laughing?"

"Trap? Why do you think that?"

"Because maybe you want me to say things about Gavi that make you suspicious" Pedro replied while defending himself, it was their turn to order and while Pedro rolled down the car window to order on the screen, Jude spoke

"It's not, I swear it's not a trap. I can't stop imagining this, that boy is beautiful, perfect and submissive, oh, and he's so small" Jude said excitedly, he had a huge smile on his face and Pedro also started thinking about this possibility

It was no lie that Gavi is an attractive boy, he had something that left many wanting every bit of his body, from men to women. Gavi was a gay boy and didn't hide it from anyone he trusted, so it wasn't difficult for Jude to make that choice "Okay, he's pretty and he'd be even prettier on his knees"

"Then it's perfect, we can invite him to dinner and watch a movie" Jude suggested

"But how do we know if he will accept it?" Pedro asked, closing the car window "Maybe it's not something he likes"

"We're not going to force him, if he refuses we'll go to plan B which is to call Ferran" Jude smiled mischievously and Pedro rolled his eyes while whispering

"Little Slut"

(...)

The plan was as follows, Gavi was invited to dinner at Pedro's house, since he was close to Jude and was Pedro's best friend. The dining table was set precisely, the two had done a great job while waiting for Gavi to arrive

"Will he accept it?" Pedro was worried, he was afraid of offending his best friend, he would never hurt him and just thinking about it made him sick.

"We will propose this proposal to him, if he does not accept it we will not insist." Jude reassured Pedro, the two were sitting on the sofa and Jude held the older man's hand "He's beautiful and incredibly attractive but we're not going to force him into something that makes him uncomfortable"

The doorbell rang, the couple looked at each other and Pedro got up to go to the door to answer it. When he saw Gavi's figure, he smiled seeing how adorable he looked. His cheeks were flushed as he held a bottle of rosé wine "Hi Pepi" Pedro pulled him into a hug

"Hey Gav" Pedro squeezed him tighter than usual, one arm purposely wrapping around his waist "You look beautiful"

"H-hi, thank you. You look great too" Gavi was nervous, Pedro let him go and they both went into Pedro's house. When Gavi saw Jude, he went to him hugging him.

"I'm glad you accepted our invitation" Jude said, squeezing him and lifting his small body off the ground a little.

"I'm really glad you two called me" Gavi said laughing as he was put down again "What are we going to eat?"

"We both tried to make pasta with chicken and sauce. It was the most gourmet we could make" Pedro said, he had returned from the kitchen to put the wine in the freezer "We are not the best cooks"

"No problem, I'm looking forward to it" Gavi said, his hands were behind his back and he looked cuter than usual

"Okay, you can sit down while Jude and I go get the food" Pedro said

"Are you sure you don't want my help?" Gavi asked, he was so polite that Jude's heart softened

"No need, you can sit down and make yourself comfortable" Jude replied and then he followed Pedro to the kitchen

"He's perfect" Pedro said, turning on the stove to heat up the food "He's so pretty, baby"

"And what do you want to do with it?" Jude asked leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I want to fuck this boy so much, finish off that little body" Pedro said, approaching Jude and grabbing his waist "Doing the same thing to him as I do to you, he would look beautiful moaning and whimpering"

Jude whimpered pathetically, gripping the counter tightly "I need to see this, Pepi" Jude said, his voice showed all his neediness, his eyes shone with desire

Pedro kissed him, taking his mouth tightly and pressing him to the counter, his hands entered the Englishman's blouse, squeezing his skin.

The two continued kissing, Pedro dominating Jude's mouth and leaving him submissive and needy, his legs shaking and when Pedro separated he let out a moan "Baby you need to calm down, I can't fuck you now" Pedro said leaving delicate kisses on the boyfriend's neck "Depending on what happens today, you're going to be taken, okay?"

"You promise?" Jude made a cute pout on his lips.

"I promise" Pedro left him one last kiss before turning off the stove. Pedro took the steaming pan with the help of two gloves to the dining room and saw Gavi using his cell phone, his cheeks were even redder

"Wow, that smells good" Gavi smiled when he saw the food in the pan "It looks delicious"

"Yes, it really seems like it, I hope it is" Pedro said, sitting next to his boyfriend who had brought a white wine from the kitchen

"Would you like some wine, Gavi?" Jude asked as he opened the bottle "This wine is not strong, you will like it"

"I accept" Gavi took his glass to Jude who poured some for him. The 3 toasted after everyone had their glasses full and enjoyed a meal that Gavi had loved.

"It was really good, you did well" Gavi praised the food "I want the recipe later"

"I can send it by message later" Jude said, getting up and collecting the dishes "I'll leave it in the dishwasher and get the wine that Gavi brought" The English said and before leaving he winked at Pedri who quickly understood what Jude meant between the lines

"Shall we go to the couch and choose a movie?" Pedro asked Gavi looking at him deep in his eyes. The youngest nodded and followed Pedro to the large sofa in his house, the two sat down, Pedri specifically very close to the youngest who shivered when he felt a caress on his thigh "What do you want to watch?" Pedro had the control in his hand

"I-I don't know, I thought you already had something in mind" Gavi said, trying not to be affected by that affection "What do you guys watch?"

"A lot of things, we don't have many preferences" Pedro responded by putting it on Netflix. Gavi thought Pedro was strange, even the way he spoke was not normal for two best friends, as was the way he touched him

He felt terrible for being affected by this, Pedro had a boyfriend and he was in the kitchen, he couldn't feel attracted to a committed man, Jude didn't deserve this

"You choose" Gavi said looking away, he was then saved by the bell when Jude arrived with the bottle of wine and the 3 glasses

"Have you already chosen??" Jude asked, instead of sitting next to his boyfriend he sat next to Gavi, who was confused by that, it shouldn't be like this

"Not yet, we're in doubt" Pedro replied, taking the bottle of wine and the opener "What do you suggest, baby?"

"How about a horror movie?" Questioned the Englishman with a mischievous smile on his face, looking straight at Pedro

"I'm scared, will it be too scary?" Gavi asked, curling up on the sofa and the couple started laughing.

"We've protect you, there's a movie I want to watch and even you might like it" Jude took the controller to put it in the horror movies tab. Pedro poured 3 glasses of wine and handed one to the youngest among them

"Alright, let's watch" Gavi said and Jude put the horror movie on for them to watch

The beginning wasn't scary until there were some parts that made him tense, Jude and Pedri looked at each other and Jude nodded for him to do something.

"Hey, it's okay" Pedri hugged him, pulling the boy to hug him. Gavi instinctively hid his face in his best friend's neck, still scared.

"Take him on your lap" Jude said silently, trusting Pedri's lip reading and luckily the Canarian understood and slowly pulled the smaller one closer to him.

"This movie is scary" Gavi said with his face still hidden, one of Pedri's hands went down to his inner thigh and pulled him onto his lap, Gavi seemed so malleable.

Gavi was a little scared when he saw himself like that, his legs around Pedri's hips who were holding his waist. His little face was flushed and he looked at his hands a little embarrassed "It's okay, there's no need to be scared" Pedro said, bringing his face closer to Gavi's neck, placing delicate kisses there, Gavi felt his body shiver with the contact of the rough beard on his smooth skin.

Gavi looked at Jude, who didn't seem upset, Jude smiled at him and approached, standing next to Pedri, he held his small hand, leaving a kiss on his palm, even with Pedro awakening new sensations in him "You look so beautiful like this, sitting on the Pedri’s lap" Jude said, this time kissing each of Gavi's fingers "So small, so perfect" Jude pulled the back of Gavi's head close to him but instead of kissing his mouth, he left a kiss on his temple

"Pepi, Jude" Gavi called them in a slurred voice, he had never been touched by two men before and his body was starting to heat up. Pedro pulled his face this time, leaving their mouths close, Gavi then took the first step and kissed him, that was all Pedro needed to grab his body tighter and definitively glue their bodies together, his strong hands on his hips while dominated Gavi's mouth

Jude was so horny watching this, it was all he wanted most. Seeing his man dominating that small, docile boy on his lap, Gavi was beautiful, perfect and he wasn't surprised that he was so desired, there was no way not to want him, Jude wanted to see him moaning while taking Pedro in him, being a good boy

"I always wanted to see this" Jude said after the kiss between the two ended, Jude's big hand held Gavi's face to make him face him "You're so sweet, submissive...you would look so beautiful kneeling for Pedri, would you kneel for him, princess?"

"Yes" Gavi said softly, still embarrassed but unable to deny it when Jude spoke like that. He kissed him, Jude was different from Pedro, he didn't dominate the kiss with force, he didn't want to show Gavi who was in charge between them but rather let him relax

Pedro watched with so many fantasies in his head, his boys were perfect for him. Even though Jude showed his dominant side to Gavi, he knew that with a single command from Pedro, he would fall apart and obey everything he commanded.

When the kiss ended, Gavi got off Pedro's lap and knelt on the floor between his legs, looking at him in the way they both always dreamed of.

Pedro spread his erection against his pants, he was so hard and just looking at that boy so ready to take him in his mouth left him with butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He then unbuttoned his pants and groaned in relief as he pulled his dick out of the tight fabrics.

Gavi opened his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue stick out. Jude looked at Gavi mesmerized "Come on, Gav" Pedro said holding his cock and Gavi obeyed, sucking the tip filling it with saliva and then taking the length in his throat

Gavi did it slowly, he left just the tip in his mouth and gave it kitten licks looking at Pedro as if his big eyes were filled with innocence

"So good, damn Gavi, what a good mouth" Pedro said, taking a hand to the boy's hair, he looked at Jude, not wanting to forget his boyfriend "Kneel and stay next to him, I want you to make Gavi swallow everything" Pedro ordered and Jude obeyed promptly, Gavi gave Jude space to stay beside him and the two kissed

It was a kiss full of saliva and tongues with Pedro's cock in the middle, expelling pre-cum, making everything even dirtier. After the kiss, Gavi went back to sucking Pedro on orders from Jude, who held the back of his head and slowly pushed his head onto Pedro's dick, controlling Gavi's movement.

"Take it all, you can do it" Jude encouraged him and Gavi moaned, sending vibrations down Pedro's length "Look how good he is, he's trying so hard for you, Pepi"

"A perfect little slut, just like you, Jude" Pedro said and Jude pulled Gavi off Pedro's dick to look at his little face. The flushed cheeks, swollen lips and a thin layer of sweat were Gavi's composition at that moment "He looks so innocent, but at the first opportunity for him to have his hole filled by me he will bend over and take it, like a whore"

"Yes Pedri, I am" Gavi said, resting his head on Pedro's thigh, looking at him with all his devotion and accepting everything he gave him.

"Fuck, I want to see your little body so bad. Get up and take off my clothes" Pedro ordered and Gavi obeyed promptly, he first took off his blouse, leaving his milky skin exposed and then took off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked for Pedro. The elder then pulled him by the hips to sit on his lap like he was before.

It was actually a little humiliating, him being the only one naked in the middle of the two other dresses, but this humiliation was also exciting, he liked it a lot

Jude grabbed Gavi's hips and his hands went down to his buttocks, opening them, seeing the pink entrance that made Jude salivate with desire. He asked Pedro for permission with his look, it was something new for Jude, he had never rimmed before

Pedro nodded and Jude licked the edge, gripping the milky skin tightly. Gavi moaned, for Pedro this was like music to his ears. Pedri held his cock together with Gavi's, masturbating them together, this was another thing that was humiliating and made Gavi more horny. Gavi's delicate, pink cock against Pedro's, thick and veiny

"Oh my God, J-Jude" Gavi called your name as his tongue entered your hole "S-so good"

"Jude is such a good boy, isn't he?" Pedro asked Gavi and he nodded, not being able to think much when his tongue was replaced by a finger. He felt something cold in his hole, Jude had gotten lube from somewhere Gavi didn't know where.

Jude's fingers were bigger than his, and they filled him so well, that's why he pushed his ass wanting them even deeper

He placed the second and finally the third finger, fucking his entrance while his little dick was masturbated by Pedro. There were so many sensations at the same time, his stimulated body was hot and he couldn't stop whimpering and moaning "P-Pepi, can I cum? Please"

Gavi looked at Pedro, his teary eyes and the pout on his lips convinced the older man who held and masturbated Gavi harder "Come on, princess, come to me"

Gavi threw his head back and came on Pedro's hand and on his own abdomen, his vision was completely blurred and his sensitive hole was still being fucked by Jude's fingers

"J-Jude, I'm sensitive" Gavi said, lifting his ass more, whimpering with his prostate being abused

"It doesn't seem like it, you're so needy" Jude said as he took his fingers out of Gavi who whimpered louder

"Let's go to the room, I want Jude and I to watch" Pedro said and Gavi didn't let go of Pedri, he got up with Gavi on his lap, all needy and pliant

When they arrived in the room, Pedro gently placed Gavi on the armchair in front of the bed, his legs were open and his sensitive cock was starting to harden again.

"Did you think I forgot about you?" Pedro asked as Jude sat on the bed, looking down on Pedro. "How about showing Gavi how much you like being spanked and fucked? That you only have size but you're nothing more than a needy whore."

Jude swallowed and looked at the boy sitting in the armchair, who seemed so excited to see this, his eyes were shining with excitement, Jude looked back at Pedro and wasn't surprised by the slap he got on the face

"All fours, now" Pedro ordered and Jude obeyed, taking a pillow and placing it under his chest. He stuck his fat ass out to Pedro who without any delicacy pulled down his pants and underwear.

Pedro had a smile on his face that Gavi interpreted as sadistic, he removed the belt from his pants and immobilized Jude's hands, trapping them.

Pedro could have left there and picked up anything to beat Jude, but he was in a hurry and so he used as much force as possible to hit him on the cheeks.

Pedro wasn't a fan of counting, he would only stop hitting Jude when he got tired or if Jude said his safe word. He liked seeing Jude's skin red, almost raw, but he knew that would only be possible if he wore belts or paddles.

Jude in particular was strong with pain, he wasn't easily affected and that's why he loved it when Pedri challenged his limits, breaking his barriers and turning him into a crying mess.

Pedri spanked him hard on the buttocks, Gavi was scared by the noises of the slaps but still his cock was dripping into his tummy, Gavi had 3 fingers inside him, he fucked himself slowly

"Pepi please" Jude asked, feeling the burning on his skin at the same time he felt empty "I need you, I need you fucking me"

Gavi moaned louder, catching the attention of both of them, who looked at the sensitive boy in the armchair holding his dick with one hand while his eyes were watery "P-Please" Gavi asked

"Please what, baby" Pedri asked, mesmerized by seeing the boy so needy

"F-Fuck him, please" Gavi asked, he seemed needier than Jude, the Englishman held back a moan at that. That boy was perfect, perfect to ruin, to fuck. Pedri would have a lot of fun with him

"Please Pedro, Gavi is asking so politely" Jude said looking at Pedro with his shining eyes, and Pedro could die because of this. There were two puppys needy for him, looking with bright eyes

"Only because you asked me politely" Pedro finally complied with the request, quickly grabbed some lubricant and spread Jude with his fingers, holding one of her reddened buttocks

Pedro released Jude thinking about the scene he wanted to see, when he took his fingers out of Jude, he asked to lie on his back and with his legs open

"Gavi, come here" Pedro said looking at the boy, he didn't want him to feel left out. Shyly he got up and went to Pedro who pulled him in for a kiss, squeezing his ass and holding the back of his head.

When the kiss ended, Jude had already understood what Pedro wanted to do. so he gently pulled the boy to lie on top of him, their cocks touching each other making them moan.

The kiss between Jude and Gavi was sloppy, saliva coming out of their mouths as they rubbed their dicks together. One of Jude's hands squeezed Gavi's buttocks and stuck his fingers inside the stretched boy, placing 3 inside.

Pedri soaked his dick in lubricant and thrust himself into Jude holding his thighs, fucking him hard with the privileged view of Gavi's ass being stretched.

Jude and Gavi moaned pathetically against each other's mouths. Jude was needy, his point was hit repeatedly with force, Pedro was one to fuck like that, without much delicacy

When Jude took a good look at Gavi's doll face, he wanted to cum. Imagining this small, delicate boy in Pedro's rough hands, being fucked hard while Gavi watered and cried with pleasure, Jude realized the boy's sensitivity, he was so malleable.

Gavi screamed in pain after one of his ass cheeks was spanked. He looked over his shoulder at Pedri and his more spanked ass again, this time with Pedri able to see Gavi's reactions.

"I'm going to fuck you so bad, princess." Pedri was talking while grunting with Jude's grip on his cock, he knew his boyfriend was about to cum. "How about helping Jude cum?"

Gavi nodded, looked back at Jude who whimpered when Pedro slowed down, Gavi smiled at the boy below and placed a delicate kiss on the tip of his nose, getting off of him and positioning himself on all fours with his face close to his dick.

Gavi grabbed Jude, sucking the head and taking him in his mouth while his little hand caressed his heavy balls. Gavi was encouraged by Pedro, who held his strings and made him choke while he fucked Jude hard again

"Come for us, baby. He cums deep down Gavi's throat, makes him swallow everything" Pedro's voice and his completely stimulated body made Jude cum hard, his body trembled, he had never cum so much in his life.

"Fuck, so good" Jude babbled after his orgasm, his still leaking some semen and Gavi made sure not to waste any and put it all in his mouth. He shivered as the boy's tongue traced his sensitive cock and Gavi looked apologetically.

Pedro had a lot of inner strength, he had postponed his orgasm all night because he wanted to do it inside Gavi, fill him with all his load and leave him dripping

Maybe he puts one of Jude's plugs in his hole, leaving Gavi open and cum still in his hole.

Pedro came out of Jude, his dick was pulsing, his hardness was great and he took a deep breath trying to maintain self control and not cum just from seeing Gavi

"Fuck, I need to cum" Pedro sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. Gavi salivated looking at the big, hard cock, as if calling out to him "Come on Gavi, I want you to come here"

He nodded and crawled over to Pedro, with his knees around his hips and his arms hugging his neck.

"You can go, princess" Pedro placed his hands on her hips, Gavi held Pedri's cock and aligned it at her entrance and slid it in without delicacy, moaning loudly finally being stretched by a cock, by Pedri"

He then fucked him hard, his hips went up and down abusing the boy's hole. Gavi was extremely scandalous, he babbled a lot while his little body was grabbed tightly

"Th-that's so good...fuck, your cock fills me so well" It was one of the things Gavi said, he looked at Jude who had a privileged view of that scene and a tired smile on his face.

"Do you like it? Of being watched by Jude while my cock fucks your boycunt, princess?" Pedri asked, Gavi agreed without thinking much about saying something coherent

Pedro was stronger than Gavi thought when he changed position, pushing Gavi onto his back, his legs open and his knees pressed against his chest, leaving him wide open for Pedri.

"I-I'm going to cum, Pepi I want to cum, can I?" Gavi was holding his dick preventing his orgasm, he was looking at Pedro with so much need. He couldn't deny it, not when he was almost there too

"C-come for me, play with your cock while I fuck you" Pedro said and Gavi obeyed, moving his hips towards Pedro and at the first tightening of Gavi's entrance due to the boy's orgasm, Pedro came with a loud moan together with Gavi who spills everything in his tummy

Pedro thrust more slowly with each jet that went inside Gavi, his body trembled while he had several goosebumps. It was like he was in paradise after the best orgasm he had ever had

Pedro came out of Gavi and sat down on the bed, it was hot and all he wanted was a shower with his two boys and sleep, maybe some morning sex.

He took a look at Gavi's hole, red and dripping with his cum that was all over the mattress, and honestly no one cared about that right now. Then he looked at Jude, his belly was covered in cum, and he hadn't even realized what Jude was doing while he was fucking Gavi

The only sound they could hear in the silent room was Gavi's whimpering and Pedro went to the boy, picking him up after gathering some strength. "Shall we take a shower? Jude shall we?" Pedro looked at his boyfriend who smiled and agreed with him

[wheels-of-despair]

Live A Little | A Worth It AU | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

In This Edition: You and Ralph go exploring and get a little closer! Words: 4.5k

In a completely shocking turn of events… you were awake and out of bed before your aunt. You were nearly dressed when she finally sat up and stretched.

"I wonder what you're getting all prettied up for?" she teases. "Could it be another date with that lovely British lad who joined us for dinner last night?"

"Not a date," you say innocently, inspecting your dress in the mirror. "I'm simply spending time with a likeminded individual."

"How so?"

"He also thinks his sister is a pill."

She laughs.

"This isn't like Italy," she says, turning serious all of a sudden. "If you're going to be with this one, you'll need to be quiet about it. People will talk."

Your face gets hot. Yes, you'd had a brief vacation romance with a handsome Italian waiter. Yes, you'd done things with him that you thought you wouldn't do until you were married. Yes, Aunt Molly had encouraged you to do so. No, she did not to bring it up right now.

"Did you hear me?"

But Ralph isn't some handsome stranger you want to have one or two passionate nights with and then lock up tight like a secret. You enjoy his company. You like talking to him, and listening to him, and joking with him. You like making up stories with him. You like the way his eyes sparkle when he's excited, and how hair looks almost copper when the sun hits it a certain way. It's not like that with him.

You swallow all this down and nod.

"Good," she chirps, and the tension in the air dissipates. "So, what are you two getting into today?"

"I don't know," you admit, grateful for the change of subject. "We're meeting on deck after breakfast. Probably just walking and talking, like yesterday."

"I like him," she says. "He's got this child-like wonder about him. Like the world hasn't broken his spirit yet."

You duck your head to hide the fond smile spreading across your face. You know exactly what she's talking about.

"And he's handsome, too," she teases.

You sit down and start applying make-up to your burning face.

"Honey, they don't make a shade that'll cover that up," she laughs, then ducks out the door on her way to the lavatory.

Aunt Molly grows tired of teasing when the hunger sets in. You have breakfast together in the saloon, and part ways again. Today, you made no plans to meet her for lunch. A bit presumptuous, probably, but you'd spend every remaining moment on board with Ralph Penbury if he'd have you. She understood, and sent you off to meet him with a wink and a "have a nice day with your handsome gentleman friend!"

Ralph is waiting for you when you arrive on deck.

"Good morning!" you speak at the same time, which makes you both laugh.

"What shall we get into today, Mr. Penbury?" you ask.

"Anything you like, my dear."

"Hmmm…" You tap a finger to your chin and pretend to ponder. "Shall we explore the ship? See what kind of activities are offered to keep the youthful passengers occupied and out of trouble?"

"Wonderful idea!" Ralph exclaims, clapping his hands in front of him. "I heard someone praising the well-equipped gymnasium on my way here!"

"Is there anything this ship doesn't have?"

"I don't know," Ralph answers. "But we can find out!"

He offers his arm, and you take it. You approach the gymnasium together… only to discover that men and women are not allowed in at the same time.

"Well, if I can't go in with you, I don't want to go in at all," Ralph says.

"My sentiments exactly, Mr. Penbury. Where shall we try next?"

You run into the same problem at the swimming pool, the Turkish baths, and the squash court. Women were not allowed in the smoking room. And although there was no posted sign, there were no men in the reading and writing room.

There was nothing for you to do together except walk and talk, so that's what you did. And you had a marvelous time.

You and Ralph took a gamble and had lunch together in one of the cafes, and survived without a Victoria encounter. You had no idea what was served. Your focus was the boy with the brilliant mind. You hung on his every word like a schoolgirl with a crush, and Ralph didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Perhaps he was enjoying your company as much as you were his?

You thought his head might explode when you used your napkin to wipe away a bit of cream from his lip during dessert. You very nearly apologized for embarrassing him with your thoughtless action… until you saw the grin that nearly broke his face.

After lunch, you decided to explore other areas of the ship. You hadn't ventured very far off the beaten path since Victoria had dragged you down to the third-class area, but exploring with Ralph felt different. It wasn't malicious. You were simply a couple taking a stroll.

A couple of new friends, your brain corrects quickly.

You chat quietly as you explore, noting the differences between the second and third class areas and your own. The hallways were so narrow in third class, you had to walk close together. Your hand kept brushing against Ralph's. You wanted so badly to just hold it, but didn't have the courage.

Courage? To hold the hand of a man you weren't engaged to? You held your hand stiffly to your side and internally berated yourself.

You and Ralph round a corner in a third class corridor and nearly step on a small child. A little girl, probably three or four years old, in a brown dress. Her nose and cheeks are red, and her curls are peeking out of a kerchief.

"Mummy," she sniffles.

Without hesitation or regard to his expensive suit, Ralph sinks to one knee in the cramped little hallway.

"Hello," he greets. "What's your name?"

"Mary."

"Hello, Mary." Ralph introduces himself, and then you. She wipes away a tear with the sleeve of her dress. "Are you lost?"

She nods.

"Do you know Mummy's name?"

"Mummy," she says again.

"Alright," he smiles. "Would you like us to help you find Mummy?"

She nods. Ralph stands and reaches for her hand, and she takes it. She looks up at you expectantly. You offer her your own hand, and she takes that too. Ralph gives you a smile that makes your heart melt, and the three of you make your way down the narrow hallway.

There are no stewards in sight. No passengers to look at the child with recognition. No one to ask for directions, or for assistance in finding Mary's mummy.

You think of the child Victoria sneered at for daring to get too close to her fancy dress. How can two siblings be so different?

You keep walking until you begin to hear voices. You follow them, and wind up in the same lounge that Victoria had brought you to a few days before. It feels different now. People pay you no mind.

"Pardon me," you say to a table of young ladies. "This is Mary, and she's lost her Mummy. Do you recognize her?"

"No, but we'll find her!" The girls get up and and scatter, and moments later, they return with a very worried woman.

"Mummy!"

Mary releases her grip on your hands and takes off running. Her mother scoops her up in a hug. They exchange words, and Mary points at Ralph. The mother approaches cautiously, still holding Mary in her arms.

"Thank you," she says, "for finding my Mary."

"No trouble at all, madam," Ralph smiles. "We're so happy to have helped." Your heart swells.

"What are you doing down here?" one of the searchers returning to the her seat nearby asks. She winces after, as if someone has kicked her under the table.

"Not sittin' on their rears gossipin' like you lot," Mary's mother admonishes. The girls blush. More eyes are on you now, reminding you that you don't belong here. You take it as your cue to leave.

"We should be going now," you say gently. "Goodbye, Mary!"

"It was wonderful to meet you!" Ralph adds.

You and Ralph give Mary a goodbye wave and turn to leave. You walk quickly and quietly until you're out of sight. When you enter another tight hallway with no one in it, you begin to slow your pace.

That's when you realize you're holding Ralph's hand.

You drop it in a panic and stare straight ahead, not daring to look at him. Would he be more offended by you taking his hand, or by dropping it like a hot potato?

"Where are we?" you ask, hoping for a distraction. You both stop, looking around for a sign to tell you what deck you were on, or which way to the staircase.

A group of children appears out of nowhere, running through the halls and laughing loudly. Ralph reaches for you, pushing you against the wall and shielding you with his body as they pass by.

When they disappear, the sound of their laughter is replaced by the pounding of two hearts. Your eyes meet Ralph's. He's centimeters away. If he hadn't been holding his breath, same as you, you surely would've felt it on your face. You lift your chin slightly. He lowers his.

Slowly, cautiously, your lips meet in a gentle kiss.

Which is interrupted far too soon, when more people pass through the cramped hallway. Ralph takes your hand, and you let him lead you away. The lifts are just around the corner.

The same man that advised Victoria not to go into a third-class area is operating it, but he doesn't say a word to indicate that he recognizes you as he pulls the lever and takes the lift upward. When it stops and the man opens the gate, you and Ralph both mutter a "thank you" and exit.

You stand outside it awkwardly, not entirely sure what comes next. You still haven't recovered from the sweetest, most wonderful kiss you've ever experienced. Not that you were an expert or anything; your romantic endeavors were somewhat limited, but you knew for certain that no one had ever made you feel this way before.

"I'm growing so bored of this bloody ship!" someone loudly complains.

"So am I, Victoria!"

Before you have time to panic, Ralph grabs your hand and pulls you away from the lifts and the voices. You turn this way, and that, and eventually end up in another hallway. This one is considerably wider than the ones below, and carpeted, and better lit.

But your real focus is on the man in front of you. He peeks around the corner, making sure his sister is nowhere in sight. Once he's determined that you're alone, he heaves a sigh of relief and straightens.

"That was close," he smiles.

"Too close," you agree, leaning against the wall for support. You're not sure if you're winded from running way from Victoria, or if you're still feeling the effects of that kiss. It's all you can think about. You want more. No, you need more. Would it make you feel the same the second time? The third? What if you never stopped?

Ralph walks toward you, one slow step at a time, and by the time he stops, you're nearly as close as you were down below.

"Is this too close?" he whispers, his face barely an inch from yours. Your knees wobble.

"Not close enough," you breathe.

He closes the distance, and your lips meet again. You close your eyes and lose yourself in the taste of him. How is he doing this to you?

"Come along, darling!"

Your heads whip in the direction of the voices, and you see a young couple exiting their suite. Ralph stands back a respectable distance, and nods to the man as they pass.

When the hallway is clear again, Ralph looks at you with... longing? Does he need this as much as you? He licks his lips. You reach for him the same time he reaches for you.

His mouth crashes to yours, innocence and sweetness gone now. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, closer. Your tongues meet in a passionate dance, and you forget how to breathe. You forget everything but Ralph Penbury and the way he makes you feel. You don't care about your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, or the way you suspect he's holding you up because your legs have turned to jelly, or that you're out here in the open, where anyone can see you.

Ralph. All you care about is Ralph.

Eventually, he pulls back, and you both gasp for air. His eyes are nearly black. His lips are red and swollen. His chest heaves. If he asked, you'd let him take you right here in this hallway.

Your staring contest is interrupted when someone exits a stateroom nearby. You turn away, not wanting anyone to see you in what is surely a disheveled state. An elderly man passes without a word, and you look to Ralph.

He opens his mouth as if to speak, but closes it before any words come out.

"What is it, Ralph?"

"Nothing," he lies.

"Tell me," you beg.

He shakes his head and looks at the floor.

"Please?" you ask, reaching for his hands. They envelop yours in warmth, and his eyes meet yours again.

"I don't want to be presumptuous."

"Tell me," you whisper, giving his hands a squeeze. You hold your breath, hoping he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Promise you won't be angry with me?" he asks quietly.

"I promise."

Ralph takes a deep breath and braces himself. "Would you like to come back to my stateroom and continue this without further interruption?"

Before you can respond, you can see him mentally kick himself. "I'm so sorry, you're a lady, that was entirely--"

You silence him with a kiss.

Once you're both breathless again, you pull away. "Does that answer your question?" you ask impishly.

Ralph laughs in relief and pulls you through the winding halls toward his room. He fumbles with his key at the door, but manages to unlock it. He swings it open, gesturing for you to go ahead. You step inside and view the suite in awe.

It's considerably larger than your own. It's decorated in warm colors, and contains more furniture, more windows… and a bigger bed.

"Victoria's is bigger," Ralph notes, watching you inspect his room from his place by the door. It remains open. Does he think you're going to change your mind and bolt?

"It's perfect," you smile, coming back to wrap your arms around his neck. "This whole day has been perfect, Ralph."

Ralph smiles warmly and comes in for another kiss. You return it, and feel your knees go weak again. His hand leaves your waist just long enough to close the door. You cling to him, and he begins walking you backward. When the backs of your legs hit the bed, you fall onto it, landing on your rear.

"I'm sorry!" Ralph says hurriedly. "I didn't mean to imply--! I just thought--!" He scrunches one eye closed, like he's afraid to see your reaction. "I thought you might like to sit down?"

You glance around at the numerous chairs in the room and look at him in amusement. His face burns scarlet. You scoot back from your perch on the edge of the bed and make yourself comfortable.

"Are you going to join me?" you ask. Now who's the presumptuous one?

Ralph all but leaps into his bed with you. The kissing is much easier when you don't have to worry about remaining upright. Take that, traitorous legs!

Your hands wander through Ralph's hair, down his neck, across his back. His roam from your face, to your sides, to your hips. Somehow, his leg slots itself between yours, and even through your dress, the friction makes you moan into his mouth.

Ralph pulls back in surprise. You feel as though you should apologize… but why? He wants this too, doesn't he? You stare at each other for a moment, chests heaving and lips hungry, unsure what to do next.

"If you want me out of this dress, you'll have to help me," you say eventually. Ralph's face splits into a grin, and he rolls out of bed. You follow, and he pulls you out and spins you around with a laugh.

"Why is this so complicated?" he grumbles as he fumbles with all the buttons and laces and layers. You laugh together until you're down to your chemise. You turn back around to help Ralph undress, but his jaw drops when he sees you. A wave of self-consciousness washes over you, standing there in a lacy little thing that's practically see-through, and you attempt to subtly cover yourself.

Ralph knows what you're doing. He takes your hands in his, letting the thin fabric reveal every curve, leaving you feeling exposed.

"Don't do that," he whispers. "You're perfect." He leans in to give you a soft kiss, more like your first than your most recent. It makes your body buzz just the same.

You help him shed his clothes as well, and fall back into bed together. Ralph guides you upward until your head rests on his pillow and looks down at you with an unexplainable look in his eye. Before you can begin to unpack his expression, his lips distract you with another kiss, and your hands gravitate toward his shoulders. Ralph's hands begin to roam your body again, but this time, they feel so large and warm with only your chemise separating them from your skin. You want them all over you.

You soon get your wish. Ralph's hand finds your bare leg, and rubs upward. He breaks your kiss to look to you for permission, and you nod. Ralph glances down and lets his hand drift into that place you want him most, and you both let out a puff of breath when he makes contact. You stare into each other's eyes as he slides a finger through the slick he's helped you create.

Your hips jerk when he circles that most sensitive spot, and he removes his hand. Before you can protest, he raises it to his lips and licks it clean. You don't know how to react, but you don't have long to ponder. Ralph leans back down and kisses you again, letting you taste yourself via his tongue.

Your brain is on fire.

You moan again, completely by accident, and he grinds his hips against you to let you feel how aroused he is. You want desperately to reach down and stroke him, but what would he think about that?

You roll your hips against his, and it's his turn to moan. You need him. You need him inside you, right now, like you've never needed anything else in your entire life.

"Ralph," you beg. "Please."

Ralph hurriedly hikes your chemise up to your hips and settles between your legs, pulling his shorts out of the way. He looks to you one last time for permission.

"Ralph," you breathe, eyes pleading.

He reaches down to line himself up with your entrance, and slowly brings his his hips forward. You feel him stretching you, and close your eyes and clench the covers in your hands. When he's fully inside, you open your eyes. His elbows rest on either side of you, and he looks down at you with concern.

You smile up at him and try not to cry.

You're not hurt.

You've just never felt this way before.

You reach out to touch the side of his face, and he leans into your hand. You stroke his cheek with your thumb. His eyes close.

And then you give a slight roll of your hips, and he springs back into action.

Ralph begins rocking into you. He maintains eye contact at first, when it's gentle and slow, but when his pace and intensity increase, his head moves to the crook of your neck. You hold him to your chest, gasping and moving with his frantic thrusts, until you can't handle it anymore. Your back arches, your eyes close, and pleasure washes over you as Ralph keeps up his inhuman pace. His release soon follows, and he collapses on top of you.

You lie there and stroke his hair absentmindedly, eyelids heavy and body feeling as though it's made of lead.

"Are you alright?" he mumbles.

"I'm alright," you answer, still running your fingers through his hair.

Alright is an understatement. You've never felt better in your life.

You spent the rest of the evening in Ralph Penbury's bed. You skipped dinner, deciding you'd rather consume each other than anything the cooks had prepared tonight. You never wanted to leave him. When you were with him, you felt… happy. Present. Alive. Like life was worth living, and everything was going to be alright.

All your life, you'd felt inadequate somehow. Like you were never quite good enough. Teachers pushing you to get better grades. Your mother nagging you to be more like the other girls. Donald wanting you to…

It hits you like a ton of bricks.

You're engaged.

When you get back to the States in four days, you'll be expected to go home and start planning a wedding.

A wedding to a man you feel nothing for. You'd thought for the longest time that there was something wrong with you. If Donald Andrews is as perfect as everyone says he is, why did you feel nothing for him? Were you broken inside? Were you incapable of love?

A few days with Ralph Penbury had blown that theory out of the water.

You gaze at the boy sleeping on his stomach next to you and try not to cry. He's so beautiful, so kind, so imaginative. He's perfect. But he's not yours. He'll never be yours, because you cannot be his.

What would a sweet person like Ralph want with a lying, unfaithful harlot like you, anyhow?

He opens his eyes and catches you staring. He smiles and stretches.

"Why d'you look so sad?" he asks, eyes barely open.

Do you tell him? Is honesty really the best policy? Do you want to break this poor boy's heart again?

"Our trip is nearly over," you lament, reaching out to smooth his messy hair.

"Doesn't have to be," he yawns, nuzzling his face into the pillow.

How you wish he were right.

"Ralph, in four days, we'll dock in New York. And then you and I will part ways, and go on about our lives."

Sadness flashes through Ralph's eyes.

"But we have four more days," you keep talking, knowing that if he protests, you'll cave. You'll tell him anything he wants to hear. "And I want to spend as much time as I can with you."

Ralph gets a tragic look on his face, like his internal battle is raging as fiercely as yours. "I understand," he eventually says. "I want that too. To be with you, as much as possible. While we still can."

Part of you had been hoping that he'd put up a fight. Beg you to love him, to stay with him, to marry him on this ship tonight and become his forever. And you? You'd have done it, consequences be damned.

But even Ralph, the most romantic person you've ever met, knows that this isn't permanent. You both have lives waiting for you on shore. What if he has someone waiting for him, too?

The thought breaks your heart.

You lean forward for a kiss, hoping that Ralph's magic lips will provide enough healing to get you through the night.

"It's getting late," you sigh when you pull away. His heart's not in it either. "I should probably get back to my room before my aunt beats your door down."

Ralph smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "Need help getting back into your two thousand layers of clothing?"

"Yes, please," you answer, leaning over to kiss the tip of his nose.

He helps you back into your clothes, and you help him button his shirt. It's the longest silence you've experienced with him since the night you ruined Victoria's game.

"You don't have to walk me back," you tell him, even though he's already mostly dressed.

"Nonsense," he says, leaning down to tie his shoes. "A lady ought not be wandering alone at nighttime." Your heart pangs with the memory of the night that bonded you, and a tear threatens to spill from the corner of your eye. Why does this have to hurt so much?

Ralph holds up a finger in a wait-one-second gesture and pokes his head out the door. After ensuring that the coast is clear, he reaches for your hand. You take it and step into the hallway.

"There you are!"

Your heads whip toward the shrill voice. Victoria has just rounded the corner, clearly drunk, being supported by Georgina.

"I knew you'd found a strumpet somewhere, but I didn't think it'd be that one," she said, as though you weren't standing there looking right at her.

You don't know what to do, so you stand there, frozen, at Ralph's side.

"I thought you weren't looking for romance," she smirks, turning her attention to you. "Knew you were on the wrong side of that game. But you can't switch sides now! You entered under false princes! Princesses!"

"Pretenses!" Georgina supplies helpfully.

You hazard a glance at Ralph out of the corner of your eye, and your heart plummets through the floor. He looks devastated.

You shake your head, hoping he knows you weren't playing with him. You ruined their game! You ended it the night you exposed Nora on the bench! You saved him from further humiliation! You were with him because you wanted to be!

"She's engaged, you know. To some hayseed back on the farm. She couldn't even afford a first-class ticket on her own. She's a maid for her old aunt. Bet she thought she'd get away with a piece of jewelry and buy her family a house!"

Victoria and Georgina guffaw with laughter, and your heart continues to sink.

"Ralph," you begin, not knowing what to say next.

His eyes fill with tears, and he takes off down the hallway.

"Ralph!" you call, taking a step to go after him. "I can explain!" Victoria and Georgia shift to the side and block your way.

"Oh, look, another game ends with Ralph in tears," Victoria snarks. "What a refreshing change of place."

"Pace," Georgina corrects.

"How do you two sleep at night?" you spit.

"On feather pillows," Victoria smirks. "And you? Under whoever's desperate enough?"

The slap that you land on her face echoes through the hallway. She stares, jaw dropped and handprint blossoming. You stomp past her to look for Ralph.

After the third steward asks if you needed help finding your room, you retreat to it. Aunt Molly is already asleep. You fall into bed, still wearing your clothes, and cry yourself to sleep.

[oro-e-diamanti]

Puppet Masterlist | Puppet Taglist | Buy me a coffee!

Vic finds out about your passion. She also finds out more about your pleasure.

Content: Smut

Word count: 4.5k

A/N: Again, no actual knowledge about fashion design at all, forgive me x

Lesson Eight: Feel The Buzz

"I've been kicked out of the studio until Thomas finishes the riff because, apparently, I comment too much," Victoria scoffed as she joined you in the kitchen. "Sorry that I care so much about our songs being good and wanting to provide constructive criticism."

You watched as she rummaged through the cupboards for an unspecified snack. She wasn't quite mad yet, not the way she had been fuming when she had taken the impromptu dip in the pool, but she was annoyed enough. You wordlessly pushed your barely-touched cup of coffee towards her, which she took without further comment, downing almost the whole thing in one go before spluttering a little.

"Damn, that was hot," she commented, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. You held yourself back from making a comment.

Putting the cup into the sink, she walked back over and dropped down onto the chair next to you.

"What do you do all day while we're busy? We're in the studio for hours sometimes and I have no idea how you pass the time. I hope this living situation isn't awfully boring for you."

It was much the opposite, you thought. You pushed the sketchbook in front of you around a bit, accidentally bumping into some cutlery left over from breakfast.

"It's perfect actually," you admitted. "I've been drawing a lot, and... preparing. Never mind when you guys have time to actually hang out. It almost feels like back when we were younger... only a lot more grown up in some ways."

Vic let out a raspy laugh, the one you adored so much, the one that always made you at least smile along. She didn't linger on the latter part of your statement too long, though.

"You really need to tell me what that's about. The drawing, the skirt, the way you fixed Damiano's seam. You've been here for a while now and I have no idea what you even do all day, or in general." Her face almost looked crestfallen out of a sudden. "I feel like a terrible friend, I never actually asked what your life is like since you arrived."

Over the table, you awkwardly grabbed her hand, squeezing it as if to assure her it was okay.

"It's fine, you guys have had a lot on your mind with recording the new album and all."

"Well, tell me now then," she insisted, turning her body towards you fully to give you her attention. It almost felt intimidating, her being so insistent on listening to you, her eyes staring at you, deep blue pulling you in.

"Um, well, I think my brother already told you that I'll be going to university after the summer which is why I needed a place to crash. Because I got accepted to study fashion design."

"No way!" She sounded astonished, not surprised in the way that could have offended you for lack of belief that you would be capable, but in honest awe. "Please let me have a look at your sketchbook, please, please!"

You sighed, your eyes darting back and forth between your book and Vic's face. You knew she wouldn't judge. If anything, she would probably be supportive, even if she hated your ideas. You shouldn't worry so much. After all, you did get accepted into one of the top universities for your chosen field, based on your sketches and your interview. There was no reason to be so scared, really.

Carefully, you pushed the sketchbook towards her, giving her a slight nod which she barely waited for before throwing it open. Her face was unreadable to you as she scanned the pages, concentration visible as she studied each design, each sketch, each idea. It wasn't until she came to the last page that had been filled so far that she stopped in her tracks.

Crap.

You had completely forgotten about that one. You knew you shouldn't have put it in your general sketchbook. It's not like you didn't have a million other notebooks lying around. But the moment had simply presented itself, inspiration taking over as you had sat outside with the rest of them, watching as they discussed a new idea, the low evening light painting all of them in gorgeous colours.

Thomas' face was turned away - you had never quite mastered the complexity of people's facial expressions in your drawings so you had stopped trying years ago - but it was so undeniably him. You had taken extra care to detail every strand of his shaggy hair, possibly unbrushed that day, even though it hadn't meant to be the focus of the sketch. A slim neck, slightly hunched over shoulders that you always instinctively wanted to tell him to straighten out when he stood. The flowy shirt was revealing most of his back, tracing along the sides of it in soft lines, only covering the lower part where you were inching to run your fingers. Low-waisted trousers, the kind that always seemed in danger of slipping but never quite did, flared legs, slits on the sides, held together by crossed string, up until his knee.

It wasn't the clothes he had actually been wearing. In fact, you couldn't quite recall what his exact outfit had been that day. But as you had stared at him, your imagination had simply run wild, listening to them discuss a song, all you could do was picture him on stage wearing your exact idea.

"I need to show this to the guys, this is amazing!"

Victoria was already halfway out of the kitchen, sketchbook in her hand.

"Vic, no! That's embarrassing," you shouted after her in a bit of a panic. It made her stop dead in her tracks.

"What?" Her voice was painted by surprise.

"It's just... I'm still pathetically embarrassed by everything I create, especially in front of you guys because you're so talented in your own way and..."

"Now, I don't want to invalidate your feelings, but shush. You're insanely talented from what I've literally just seen and the guys need to see this. You'll understand later - just trust me on this."

With a sigh and a bit of a heavy heart, you sent a smile and a nod her way. She wouldn't do anything to harm you, now or ever. But getting over yourself and showing your art to four people in one day? Whatever her idea was, it better be good.

~~~

"How do you feel about travelling with us?"

Ethan's tone was much too casual as he continued to pick clothes from his closet, tidily arranging them in his weekender bag. You watched in fascination at the care he took in everything being in exactly its assigned place.

"What do you mean? Like, now?" You asked as you lounged on his bed, getting a little more comfortable as you kept him company.

"No," he chuckled as he sent you a little smile, folding up a shirt he had decided against apparently, putting it back into the closet. "This one's just for the night for the performance at the radio station, we'll be back tomorrow before you know it. But we've got more planned soon. About two weeks away. Germany, France, the Netherlands, Austria, I think. Of course, you're very welcome to stay here and get some peace and quiet away from us, but..."

He paused in a way that had you wondering if he was considering his words or simply choosing another shirt from the stack on the shelf.

"We talked about it among the band and we would love for you to accompany us. We all get double rooms to ourselves anyway, so it's pick and choose who you want to stay with every night if you want."

He had dropped the last of his clothing into the bag, carefully zipping it shut before sitting down on the bed next to you.

"I... I would love to. If the four of you are sure about. I don't want to cause any trouble."

Ethan pushed a strand of hair from your face, a calm smile playing on his lips as he tucked it behind your ear.

"You could never," he smirked. "Unless that's what you're into."

The giggle died in your throat as he pushed his mouth against yours in a sudden movement, almost knocking the air out of you, but before you knew it your hands were clawing at his chest, his hair, his arms. His arm around your waist pulled you in closer, seemingly needing you as badly as you did him, as his tongue ran along your bottom lip. You opened up willingly. In one swift movement, he had dragged you in his lap, hands wandering up and down your back. Everything about him was intoxicating. A tight squeeze to your bum had you break the kiss in a moan. He smirked at you knowingly as you looked back at him, chest heaving under your heavy breaths.

"You're terribly tempting," he signed, hands running over your thighs now but not making any move to go further. "But I want to take my time with you, and time is something we don't have today."

He left a peck of a kiss on your lips, pulling back before you had any chance to demand more, leaving you restless and craving.

"Has Victoria given you your present yet?"

"My what?"

Ethan chuckled. "That's a no then. Well I'm sure it'll be waiting for you when we're gone. I think you're gonna like it."

The smile on his face told you that you wouldn't have to wait long to find out.

~~~

They had been gone for two hours when the first message appeared in the group chat.

There's a present for you on my bed. You can open it but you can'tplay with it until I tell you to. - Vic.

You didn't waste another minute, basically racing to Victoria's room. You didn't want to overthink her words - the playing part especially - so you needed to satisfy your curiosity as quickly as possible. A red box, adorned with a bow that looked like it had been added in a hurry, lag waiting on the bed. You didn't know what to expect as careful fingers removed the decorations, undid the latch, and opened it up. You should have seen it coming, yet somehow, you hadn't.

The vibrator was purple, longer than you would have expected if you had spent any time thinking about it, and slightly curved towards the tip. And while only two weeks ago, you would have been embarrassed and clumsy at the sight of it, suddenly you found yourself reaching for it without hesitation to feel the velvety silicone between your fingers. It had a bit of weight to it as you picked it up, a girth that seemed smaller than that of Thomas' and Damiano's actual dicks. Two buttons at the end of it were marked by a plus and a minus sign. You clicked it in anticipation, only to have nothing at all happen. After fiddling around with it for a moment, you realised that holding the button would do the trick. The vibrations in your hand had a buzz run through you, excitedly pressing on the buttons to play with the intensity.

The chime of an incoming notification on your phone distracted you.

Thoughts? - Vic

Your fingers hovered over the screen, not quite sure how to put into words exactly what you were thinking.

That sure is a sex toy.

You giggled to yourself as you sent the message off, imagining her rolling her eyes at your underwhelming response.

Well, make sure to play by my rules. Wait for my instructions after the show. - Vic

You wouldn't dare disobey.

~~~

You would have been fine if it had only been for the waiting. You could have kept yourself distracted, forgetting about the promise of what was to come, pretending it would be a quiet evening in. But of course, they didn't go that easy on you. Instead, your phone was flooded with pictures and videos. Predictably, they were nothing like those you had received before when they had been away at work.

A picture of Victoria, tongue out as she stared at the camera, as someone slightly out of focused applied her nipple tape, the other boob still completely bare.

A video of Damiano unnecessarily bending over the armrest of a couch, shaking his ass, only clad in underwear, into the camera, before Ethan appeared with his drumsticks, casually hitting each buttcheek as he walked past.

A picture of Thomas sitting on the couch, oversized blouse shrugged off of his shoulders to expose his collarbones, the boxer briefs showing a clear outline of his cock.

A video of Ethan, much too short, showing him from the back, completely nude, already making your mouth water at his strong back right down to his ass, turning around as Vic called his name, the video cutting off right the second before you were able to see what you were dying to lay your eyes on.

The messages stopped abruptly as stage time approached, so you eagerly turned to social media, waiting for every little update, every photo, every video put online. You didn't quite know why you were craving them so much - after all, you had spent the majority of your days with them this summer - yet, seeing the slightly blurry or shaky pictures of them on stage had you craving them more than usual.

The wait between them getting off stage and you getting any sort of message was the worst of it all.

Been a good girl waiting for me? - Vic

You bit your lip in anticipation before quickly typing back.

Of course. Wouldn't dare do anything else.

Perfect, Vic wrote back, a little pause before she continued. Get comfortable in your room. I'll call you in a few.

You didn't hesitate, immediately moving to your room, the box with the present inside in your hand, dropping down on your bed. Back against the headrest, you fluffed some of the pillows around you, before fluffing them again just to have something to do with your hands. Your eyes were glued to the screen of your phone as you waited, impatiently and restless, as if staring hard enough could force the call to come in.

It turned out to be a video call.

You briefly panicked, smoothing down your hair and adjusting your top, before accepting it to be greeted with Victoria's face. It was free from makeup now, hair slightly damp from what you assumed was a recent shower. She seemed to be in her hotel bed, sunken into the pillows. You could only see up until her shoulders, but they were bare and you wondered if she was wearing anything at all.

"Hello baby," Vic greeted much too casually for the way you were feeling. "Missed us yet?"

"Pretty hard to miss you when you've been sending me pictures and videos all day," you replied sarcastically but Vic simply raised her eyebrows, quite obviously unimpressed with your answer. You couldn't help speaking up again, with a more favourable response this time. "Yes, I've missed you."

"Good, because we've missed you too," she cooed at you. "And we thought you deserved to be treated a little, even if we're not there."

You briefly glanced to your side, the open box with the toy just peaking out, almost daring you. The idea of having a little play time was turning you on immensely, but then again, the intimidation of not quite knowing what to do seemed to weigh heavier. When you looked back at the screen, you could see that Vic had slightly slid down the bed, back against the pillows, naked breasts just about visible to you.

"I figured you might not have a lot of experience with the present I've left you. Is that right, cucciola?" You nodded eagerly. "Well, lucky you, because I'm about to teach you exactly how to handle it."

The camera briefly panned away from her smirk to angle down her body instead, showing her gorgeous tits, before an object resting in her hand on her soft belly distracted you. A vibrator. The exact same model that you currently had lying next to you. You weren't sure if she heard your little gasp, but she continued speaking anyway.

"It's my favourite, you know," she commented as the screen went back to showing her face. "I thought it was only fair you got the very best to start off with."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," you answered, slightly out of breath, and cringing at how silly the words out of your mouth sounded.

"How are you feeling then?" You almost missed Vic's question as your gaze settled on her hand slowly running down her neck, over her collarbone, softly tracing her breasts. "Did we get you a little warmed up with those messages earlier?"

"Uh huh, you sure did."

"Well in that case you're way overdressed, why don't you do something about that?"

Without any further ado, you set the phone on the mattress, slightly propped up by pillows so Vic could still see at least a little of what you were doing, before eagerly pulling your top over your head, leaving your chest bare, then following with the shorts, until you were only in your panties. You shuffled back in your former position, phone in hand as you laid down. Vic was smirking at you through the screen, still mindlessly tracing along her own skin in a teasing manner.

"Come on baby, give me a bit of a show, get yourself a little excited and wet for me," she demanded.

You hesitated for a second, but with another deep breath, you decided to be a little braver than usual.

"I think I'm doing quite well already." With a quick pan down your body, you angled the camera down to your panties, showing a prominent dark spot between your legs. You carefully ran your hand over it, feeling how the wetness had soaked through the material.

"Oh, you naughty thing! You're easy today, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little," you mumbled, unsure if it was something to be embarrassed about.

"Well looks like you don't need a lot of warming up after all... Let me see that glistening pussy then."

Encouraged by her obvious interest in what she was seeing, you made quick work of your panties, doing as told as you lowered the phone between your legs, thighs spread open, to show Vic exactly what she wanted to see. She let out a low moan, absentmindedly biting her lip. You could see her hand slipping down lower, away from her tits and out of sight for you.

"Touch yourself for me."

"Can I see too?" The words were out of your mouth in an instant. Victoria gasped in mock shock at them, before letting out a dark chuckle.

"Already making demands, I see," she replied. "I'll allow it for now..."

You almost wanted to ask what she meant, why only now, and what that would mean for the future, but then she angled the screen just right, letting you watch the way she was softly stroking her inner thighs, her folds, before spreading them with her fingers to show you exactly what you were craving.

"Have you ever tried a vibrator? Or any sex toy?" She asked, her voice much too composed for your liking as she slowly stroked herself, gathering her wetness. You were barely aware of what you were doing, fingers somewhere between your legs, as you were entirely too focused on her mesmerising movements.

"No, I..." You sighed as your finger brushed your clit. "I was always too intimidated to buy one."

"Well, good thing we're here to teach you now. But we need to get you a little more prepared first. How are you feeling, ready to try taking a finger?"

You didn't take the time to answer her, much too impatient, having been kept excited and frustrated for hours, easily pushing a finger into your hole. You groaned at the feeling, yet already knowing you needed so much more, still feeling horribly empty. When you managed to focus on the screen again, you realised that Victoria was in the same place as you, leisurely moving a finger in and out. As you watched, she pushed in another, a low moan audible, her hips already moving against her fingers. You followed suit immediately, sighing at the slight stretch of two fingers, moving them to prepare you for what you knew would be the next step.

"You're doing so well for me, cucciola. What do you say we move onto something more exciting then, hm?"

You nodded, even though you knew she couldn't see you at that moment. The box had moved away from you as you had shuffled on the bed. You didn't realise you had let go of your phone to reach for it until you heard Vic complain. "Hey, don't drop me!"

With a giggle, you picked the device up again, holding it up to your face just to see her doing the same.

"Apologies, won't happen again. Unless this makes me come really good, then I can't guarantee for anything," you boldly proclaimed.

"Well I'm going to assume I'll get dropped again then," she replied with a cocky smirk. "Why don't you prepare the toy then, get it a little wet, I can show you if you'd like."

The uh huh that left your lips sounded pathetic to your ears, but you couldn't care less as she moved the camera back down to her pussy, hand grasping the purple toy as she dragged it down her stomach until it rested between her legs. You watched in awe as she moved it through her folds, gasping every time it bumped her clit, until it was covered in her wetness. You mirrored her movements, still a little uncertain at the foreign feeling of the silicone against you, but you weren't that easily deterred. She almost seemed to have forgotten about you watching or that she was supposed to teach you, as she lined the toy up with her entrance, before slowly, slowly pushing it in, almost mewling at the sensation, and if the sight hadn't been so fascinated you would have begged to see her beautiful face, lost in pleasure. She only piped up again when the toy was fully inside of her, filling her up and clinging to her walls.

"Your turn, baby, come on, it feels so good." Her voice had grown raspier now, obviously turned on and slightly distracted. You obeyed without question.

You couldn't tell why it was intimidating to go that next step - after all, you had already slept with Thomas and Damiano - but you pushed the thoughts away as you carefully moved the toy in. The stretch was so much better than that of your own fingers, so much more enjoyable and so much more of what you were craving right then and there. There were gasps leaving your mouth as you went further until you finally felt full. With your eyes shut at the new feeling, you had completely abandoned the phone.

"So good that I'm only getting to see the ceiling?" Vic chuckled. With a quick sorry you lifted it back up, showing her what you knew she wanted to see, your walls clenching around the vibrator at the knowledge that she was watching you so intently.

"Such a good girl, taking it so well," she cooed. "Follow my movements, okay?"

"Yeah," you sighed, "of course."

The fire inside you was burning so drastically that you would have agreed to anything she said as long as she promised it would get you off. There was nothing left but desire and need in you. She was moving the toy now, not holding back on the noises, getting quicker as a similar desperate need overtook her. You did the same, the feeling getting better with every passing second. Then you heard a different noise through the phone. The vibration. She had turned it on to the lowest setting. With clumsy hands, you blindly felt for the button, pressing it until the vibrator came to life. You almost jumped at the sensation inside of you, so completely different from anything else you had ever felt.

"Try feeling for your g-spot, it'll be so good," she mumbled between gasps. Her composure was wavering as she turned the intensity up, obviously hitting the spot perfectly as her thighs shook and clenched, momentarily obstructing your view, before falling open again and leaving her hips to buckle upwards. You did your best to follow her instructions as you pressed the plus button as well, trying to angle the toy a little differently-

Oh god.

The second the head had found the perfect spot, you dissolved into moans and whines. Without waiting for any further instructions, you turned the intensity up again, needing more and needing it now as you relentlessly rubbed the toy inside your walls. You knew you wouldn't last long, writhing on the bed in pleasure, trying hard to keep the phone angled at your movements, but Victoria had a slightly different idea.

"Show me your face," she demanded in a low voice. "Show me your face and come for me."

It felt awfully intimate in a way, but this was Victoria, and you would be damned to deny her. Holding the phone up to your face as you slightly rested your hand on your chest for stability, you continued to fuck yourself on the toy, a little harder and heavier as the screen showed you that Vic was doing the exact same. It was all too much. You threw your head back in ecstasy as the burning sensation erupted, washing over you, again and again, leaving you to moan shamelessly, thighs clenching, chest heaving, until the intensity lessened, leaving you with relief. Only a moment later, Vic got louder as well, almost shouting out her orgasm without any restrain, leaving you to watch her walls swallow up the toy deeply, before she also calmed down, all energy leaving her as her legs fell apart. You took the moment to carefully pull the toy out, hissing slightly at the overstimulation before you dropped it onto the bed next to you, unbothered at the mess it might be leaving. When you turned back to the screen, it was back on Victoria's face, cheeks flushed and hair a mess, but an utterly content expression.

"Enjoyed yourself there?" She teased with a smile, no malice to be seen as she turned on her side, still staring at you through the phone.

"I think that was both visible and audible," you laughed, pushing the slight embarrassment that still sometimes caught up with you after sex away. "I... thank you."

"There's no need to thank me at all, I love you, me and the guys all love you, and I think I speak for all of them when I say we're happy to return home to you tomorrow."

The blush on your face was now of a very different type, not painted by arousal, but by the way her words were comforting your soul.

"I'm very happy to have you back tomorrow as well."

Both of you smiled at each other for a moment, tiredness washing over you. Her lids seemed to grow heavier by the second. You were about to tell her goodnight, and end the call, but she spoke up first.

"Don't tell anyone I said this, but maybe take some time alone with Ethan tomorrow. He's awfully tense and stressed about the album. It's becoming annoying, almost."

You giggled at her contemplative face.

"You know I would never turn a request like that down."

~~~

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[sharkneto]

hi! could you perhaps give some writing tips for writing angst or short stories? i want to start writing and since i love tua i wanted to try some short stories about five during the apocalypse. tho i also kinda want to learn how to portray characters correctly <3

So, knowing me, this will probably get long. So Part 1: Short Stories and Angst and Part 2: Writing In-Character

Part 1: Short Stories and Angst

Idk how qualified I am for giving advice on writing short stories. I just, sit down to write and stop when it's done. Sometimes that's 1k words, sometimes that's 40k. A quick google says a short story is under 10k words, so that's what we'll work with. Writing a couple thousand word fic isn't actually all that much of a different process than writing a thirty thousand fic - it's just a question of scale. A short fic is going to have a simple premise, that's straightforward and you can set up in a couple hundred to a thousand words (the Umbrellas found a horse, Five is drunk and cut his finger, Klaus and Five are having a bad day and go to the zoo). Don't get hung up on if your premise is "big enough", is enough of a plot - slice of life is my bread and butter and is popular for a reason. None of the above premises are anything big or have particularly high stakes (come back to this in a second). Simple plot means simple structure which is how short stories stay short. Set up, problem, solution. Honestly, you don't even have to solve the problem as long as you still wrap it up in some way (in Lonely Drunk, Luther solves the problem of Five being Too Drunk by getting him to bed, but doesn't have any solution for the overall problem to stop future drunkness). Tell the scene/story you want to tell and get out (or don't, but then you're not telling a short story anymore, which is also fine and happens to the best of us).

Now, up there I hedged that short story = low stakes, which is not true and is where ~angst~ comes in. How much and which emotions you bring into a story is all about word choice and pacing. Take my Lend a Hand vs... Simple. Both are about 4.5k words. One is a fic in which Five destroys his hand to save Luther from vivisection. The other is Five and Diego walking in a park and talking about how to make friends. Different Vibes in the same number of words.

So, how do you use words and pacing to write angst, as that is what you're specifically asking about. For angst to work, you need your readers to 1) empathize with the character getting whumped and 2) hurt because of it. Fanfic helps with 1 because we already care about the characters coming in as we're looking to read more about them. You can help up the empathy in the Set Up by putting them in danger, giving them a difficult situation, etc. For 2, some of the best writing advice I ever got is from This Post on how to write pain - you don't just say "they hurt", you describe how they hurt. Ye old Show vs Tell. Write around the pain until we can see the shape of it anyway. Save hard-hitting synonyms for peak action/emotion so they hit harder in contrast to more subdued word choice before it. Play with pacing. Short, choppy sentences read faster and are good for fights, shock, and pain. Long, descriptive sentences are good to build tension and making those fast sentences faster by contrast. Alternatively, run-on sentences for effect work similarly to fast choppy ones - no periods and no commas mean readers don't get a chance to take a breath. Paragraph breaks slow your reader down, so use that to pace them. A series of short action sentences go fast in one big paragraph together. Single sentences in paragraphs by themselves slow the reader down for shock or realizations or emphasis on a particular action. Mix all these basics up to craft the exact speed and emotion you want to hit. It's a fun lil puzzle.

Part 2: Characterization

Writing characters is just practice. When we're reading, especially fanfic, we have an idea of when a character would or wouldn't say or do something they're doing in the fic. So, break down why you know that and you can start writing the character in the right shape on your own. When reading or watching the source material, pay attention to how a character talks, what motivates them, when they're nice versus when they're mean, how they interact with other characters, etc. You can't drop a character into a completely new scenario you made up and have them act in-character until you understand why they're going to do what they're going to do in that situation.

This takes practice, and there's not necessarily one correct way to write a character - different people pick up on different things, have different angles of emphasis for their understanding. There's also canon-interpretation of characters vs headcanon and fanon-interpretations. The older a show and the larger the fandom, the more prevalent the headcanons and fanon-interpretation is going to be. Personally, I prefer to stay as close to canon as I can, but I'm definitely not immune to fanon and I definitely have my personal headcanons. And, there isn't anything wrong with accepting fanon, just recognize it's a specific interpretation of the character. If you feel like you're falling more into a fanon-interpretation than you'd like, you can always take a dip back to the source material for a character and characterization refresher.

But, what does this breaking down of a character to understand them look like? Let's do it with Five, my favorite guy. Five is a fifty-eight-year-old man who's stuck looking thirteen. He lived for four decades alone in the apocalypse with his plastic wife and then became the Commission's best assassin. He's trying to stop the apocalypse. These experiences shape how he talks - he uses old-timey phrases, both because he's old and because he's not familiar with the modern world. He's not polite and he's quick to snap because he has little social practice and is under immense pressure to stop the apocalypse. How do they shape how he approaches problems? He resorts to violence relatively quickly, because he was an assassin and (again) has little experience in talking to diffuse situations, but he will choose trying to diffuse over violence when he can. What motivates Five? Stopping the apocalypse is the surface answer. Why does he want to stop the apocalypse? Because he found his whole family dead in it when he was thirteen years old. He is actually motivated by his family. Five is a genius but dumb (because lacking social and real-world experience and his ego). He loves an insane amount (chosen survival mechanism was to create a person to love, survived the apocalypse to save his family). Etc, etc, etc...

You just keep breaking characters down like this until you've hit the level you feel like you understand them. And then it just comes down to practice. It took me a good 15 fics before I was comfortable writing Klaus. Imagine characters saying your dialogue, doing what you're making them do, and see if it feels like they would do that. If it's out of character, it might still be in-character, depending on what pressures you're putting them under. If a character is acting out of character, it could be you have a hole in your plot you need to fix - the plot should be pushing the characters to get to the climax and resolution, they should not be walking there by themselves unprompted. If rewriting happens, rewriting happens. I had to rewrite the alley-dumpster fight in HIT because I forgot to destroy the briefcase in it and I realized if there was a briefcase floating around, Five would immediately break my plot (I have a grudging empathy for TUA writers in how easily Five can break plots - it just means you have to get more creative). It's a fun mental dance that I enjoy quite a bit.

At the end of the day, though, the whole point is to have fun. The best way to get better at writing and figure it out is to just do it.

Happy writing :)

[worksby-d]

Congratulations on 4.5k Dest🥳! Could you possibly do something for a Drabble with chrisxreader with the smut prompt “try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?” and the fluff prompt “keep talking. Your voice helps me sleep”. I was thinking maybe something where reader and chris are staying at a relatives house and in the middle of the night, reader is having horrible cramps so one of them suggests sex since it’s supposed to help relieve that. And then just super comforting, gentle smut 🥺. My cramps are fking killing me rn and keeping me awake. Thank you Dest!

i'm sorry your cramps were being a bitch 😭 i hope you ended up getting some sleep lol thank you for sending these prompts 💕

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

“try to stay quiet for me. can you do that?” + “keep talking. your voice helps me sleep.”

warnings: painful period, period sex, unprotected sex, 18+

word count: ~900

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“i can't sleep if you keep moving.” his gravelly voice breaking the silence makes you jump a little.

“sorry,” you sigh, taking a break from desperately trying to find a comfortable position. “didn't know you were still awake.”

“what's wrong, sweetie?” as much as he doesn't mind you so close, he can tell the way you’re clinging to him means you're uncomfortable.

“cramps,” you mumble, face pressed against his side. “can't get comfortable.”

“ah…” his arms envelop you, a hand resting on your lower back, the warmth feeling nice, but doing little to make you feel any better. “i'm sorry.”

minutes pass without you saying anything more, in too much pain to think about anything other than wishing it would go away. watching your continued restlessness, chris racks his brain for anything he can do to help.

“roll over.” his suggestion comes seemingly out of nowhere, but you oblige, willing to do pretty much anything at this point if he thinks he has an idea.

he turns with you so your back is flush to his chest. he moves one arm underneath you so your head is resting on his bicep, while his other hand slips beneath your shirt, the heat and pressure on your lower abdomen eliciting a deep exhale from you.

“i have something we can try to help your pain go away,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against your neck. the hand that's rubbing soothing circles against your skin moves just a bit lower, pushing past the waistband of your underwear. he's certainly not subtle when he presses his hips against your ass. “let me help.”

“we don't have to…” everything that could go wrong flashes through your mind. “your family is right down the hall, and– and it would be messy. we're not at home.”

“it'll be fine,” he assures, kissing your neck. “they're dark sheets. i'll wake up early to wash them. and my family being down the hall has never stopped us before,” he teases, beginning to push your underwear down your legs. “there. does that answer all your concerns?” he feels you nod, but he wants to hear you. “hm?”

“yes,” you answer, reaching behind you to push his sweatpants off him.

“good girl,” he hums, and the praise makes you even more eager, letting him take over kicking his pants off the rest of the way so you can drop your hand, searching for his cock.

wrapping your fingers around his length, you begin to move your hand in slow strokes. meanwhile, he nudges his leg between yours and slips his hand back down between them. the first brush of his fingers over your clit has your hips jerking and a small whimper falling from your lips.

“mhm,” he chuckles, continuing to circle your clit slowly with two fingers. “love how sensitive you are.”

feeling you begin to writhe in his arms, he lets up and grasps your wrist to pull your hand away from him. he guides your hand to the backside of your thigh so you can hold your leg up for him while he begins to thrust into you.

just the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance has you sighing in pleasure. “please, baby.”

but his free hand comes up to cover your mouth. “try to stay quiet for me,” he reminds you. “can you do that?”

nodding desperately, exhaling heavily into the palm of his hand, you push your hips back to take more of him.

“fuck,” he groans quietly, letting you do it.

trusting you to stay silent, his hand moves to your breasts, fingers gently pinching and circling your sensitive nipples, while his other hand grasps your hip for leverage. it's slow strokes at first not wanting to make too much noise, but it doesn't stay that way as you get lost in each other.

“chris,” you sigh, letting go of your leg so you can rub your clit. “harder, baby, please.”

so he picks up the pace, fucking into you harder despite the inevitable rustling and creaking of the bed.

“can feel you squeezin’ me, pretty girl,” he breathes out, breath warm behind your ear. “come on, let go.”

knowing you won't be able to keep it in, his hand flies back up to cover your mouth right as you come, muffling the choked moan you let out. the quivering of your pussy and your thighs has him right on the edge with you, his thrusts not faltering as he fucks you through your climax.

his breaths become more erratic, slamming his hips against you one, two, three more times before they stutter, cock pulsing as his release spills inside you. the sensation is enough to send you over the edge again in your oversensitive state, forcing him to bury his face in your neck to muffle his own moan.

once you both calm down, he’s adamant about taking a quick shower together to clean up and so he can change the sheets before laying back down with you.

laying back in the same spooning position, his hand returns to your lower abdomen. “feeling any better?”

“i don't know,” you yawn. “maybe. keep talking though. your voice helps me sleep."

"what do you want me to talk about?"

"something real boring," you answer. "consider this a free pass to talk about football with me or something."

"okay," he snorts. "happily."

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Subtle Thing Like – Part Fifteen (Lee Felix x OFC)

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A/N: Sorry it's been a minute. I got back from vacation a few days ago and needed a mini vacation from it (family is exhausting). Now I'm back and I'm working hard to get the rest of this story finished before I get working on the sequel. Enjoy!

Summary: Mia and Felix take another step toward the future.

Warnings: Fluffy with a few mentions of less than wholesome things (but in a subtle way); maybe some mild angst from Mia

Words: 4.5k (woot!)

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All eyes fall on Felix and Mia when they walk into Hyunjin's apartment 30 minutes later, Felix leading with Mia's hand held tightly in his. Both flush from the attention, but neither are willing to pull their hands away.

"What took so long?" Chan asks with a smirk.

"We decided to have some ice cream together before grabbing some for everyone," Mia explains. She waves toward the bag in Felix's other hand. "Hopefully we got enough for you."

Felix lets go of Mia's hand, smiling at her. "I'll bring this to the kitchen so everyone can get what they want."

Mia watches him go, Jeongin, Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin following immediately after him. The chatter that starts up between them brings her lips into a smile, especially when laughter soon follows. Sitting next to Chan on the couch, she watches Seungmin and even Changbin make their way to the kitchen.

"Did you have fun?"

Her eyes drift over to Chan, who is looking at her like he came up with the best idea ever. "You wanted us to turn it into a date, didn't you?"

"A date? Who said anything about a date? You guys can't do that right now. What?"

"Ha. Ha." Mia rests her chin on his shoulder. "Thank you. It was nice to spend time with him alone knowing we're on the same page now. But not looking like a couple is difficult when both of us are pretty affectionate."

"I know, but I trust you both."

"That means a lot, Chris."

A round of laughter explodes from the kitchen, making Mia and Chan chuckle to themselves.

"It's going to be so quiet when I go home. I love how loud all of you are literally all of the time."

"I think they're laying it on thicker since you're here," Chan teases. "They're extra loud right now."

Mia hums. "You might want to get some ice cream before it disappears, you know."

"You're right, but I'm pretty comfortable sitting here."

"Well, if you're going to sit here, then at least take a few selfies with me. I've taken a lot with Felix and I have a few with Hyunjin and Jeongin. I swear I never get to take any with you because you're always so busy."

He chuckles. "Give me your phone then."

A tiny squeal comes from Mia as she digs out her phone from her back pocket and hands it to Chan. The second she sees their faces on the screen, she makes a "v" with her fingers and holds it sideways at her eye while winking with the other. Chan instantly laughs, accidentally hitting the button to capture the moment forever.

"Come on! Do your cute little pose with me, Christopher! Quickly before you miss out on ice cream!"

"All right, all right." Chan holds the phone up and mirrors Mia's pose before taking the photo. "Do you want another one?"

"Just a normal one and I'll leave you alone," Mia says, wrapping her arms around his shoulders with a smile toward the camera.

Chan smiles at her through the camera and accidentally takes a couple of photos when he presses the shutter, not that Mia minds having more photos to choose from. "What are you going to do with these photos later? You don't post a lot on your Instagram or anything."

"I like having the memories to look back on. I'd post more if I didn't always want to post about you or Felix all the time. I have so many photos from when we were younger that I've kept private since you two became idols. Maybe I'll post more in the future."

"When you can openly date Felix?"

She blushes. "Yeah."

"I can't wait for Stays to experience that in the future."

"Oh, I hope they won't be too upset. People are brutal when celebrities start dating. You do think Felix will want to date me, right?"

"Yes. Definitely," Chan laughs. "I'm going to get some ice cream now, okay? You can come with me or hang out here. I'm sure Felix or one of the guys will meander this way soon." He stands and stretches out his back.

"I'm okay here, but... I want to ask you a question."

Chan notices Mia's gaze drift off to the side while her fingers start fidgeting. "What's up?"

"Is it okay, um, if Lix stays with me... overnight tonight?"

"Did he ask you to ask me?"

"No, no. He wouldn't do that knowing you put rules in place for the safety of Stray Kids. I'm asking because... I only have two more nights here - tonight and tomorrow - and I miss... I miss cuddling with him while I sleep. I swear nothing will happen if you're worried about that. You know me and Felix."

"I know you and Felix when he didn't know his feelings for you," Chan points out.

Mia nibbles on her bottom lip. "You know Felix works hard to listen to you and the rules and I'm not comfortable with anything happening at this point. And it's one night." She points a finger at Chan. "You basically sent the two of us on a date tonight, you know."

Chan didn't think about it for long. "I'll let him stay with you only if you don't mention it to anyone outside the nine of us."

"I can't even tell my mom?"

"No one. Okay? But I won't hold it against you if you let it slip to your mom. I know how easy it is for you to tell her things. Just be careful."

Getting up, Mia nearly tackles Chan to hug him. "Thank you, Chris. I promise I won't tell a soul... Except maybe my mom."

"And?"

"And I promise to keep everything family-friendly between me and Lix."

"Good. I'll have him come talk to you when I get my ice cream. The guys won't bother you."

She touches the ends of her index fingers to each other. "You won't be upset if we duck out for the rest of the night, right?"

Chan rolls his eyes, but his lips form a sweet smile. "No, I won't be upset. We'll text you two about breakfast later."

Watching her friend disappear into the dining room, Mia sits down again. She runs her palms over the rough texture of her jeans and then pulls the hem of Felix's hoodie lower on her lap. Felix watches curiously for a moment before catching her attention as he sits beside her.

"You okay?"

She stuffs her hands in the hoodie pocket. "Yeah. Just a little nervous."

"What for? Chan said you wanted to talk to me. Is that why?"

"Kind of. It's silly."

Felix's gaze is steady as he reassures her with a smile Mia knows well. "What's going on then?"

"So, um... I asked Chan if it would be okay to have you... to have you stay with me tonight like we used to... Only if you want to, of course." Mia glances at him, too afraid to study his facial reaction. "Chan said it's okay if we don't go talking about it and keep it PG."

The thought of the unspoken has red blooming across Felix's cheeks. "You want me to stay with you?"

She nods vigorously. "You're so warm and cozy and it's going to be so long before I see you again. But if you don't want to..."

"No, I want to," he says a little too fast. It makes Mia chuckle. "I mean, um, yeah. I don't mind. I'll have to grab some stuff from my apartment though."

"That's okay. I need to take a shower, so you'll have plenty of time to get what you need." Mia rests her head on his shoulder, catching the lingering sweet smell from the ice cream shop on his clothes. "I'm going to head that way now because I'm sleepy. Take your time and I'll see you in a little bit, yeah?"

"Okay." Felix rubs her leg while nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. "Let me know when you finish your shower and I'll come over."

It's difficult for Mia to find the motivation to stand, taking another minute to sit in Felix's company. Felix has to remind her that he can't come over if she stays there. That finally gets Mia on her feet, rushing out the door - after a quick goodnight to the guys - to start getting ready for bed. But right as Mia reaches Chan's apartment, her phone goes off and "Mama" sits at the top of the screen.

"Hi, Mama," Mia greets the moment her mom's beautiful face fills her screen. "I thought you would be sleeping by now."

Mia's mom waves her hand dismissively. "It's barely 10 here. How has your visit been? Are Christopher and Felix well?"

"I'm having a lot of fun, Mama." She lets herself into the apartment and heads straight to her suitcase. "I've met all of the guys in the group and they're so funny all the time. I also went to Seoul Tower with Lix a couple of days ago, which was beautiful. I took a ton of photos I can show you when I see you Sunday. Tonight we all went to dinner and then Lix and I grabbed ice cream for everyone. The peach ice cream he got was delicious." Mia gathers up her pajamas and shower things before walking into the bathroom. "I need to take a quick shower, but we can still talk. Is that okay?"

"Yes, yes. That's fine."

The shower starts after Mia sets her phone on the counter and turns the volume up. She's quick to undress and hop into the warm water while listening to the background noises coming from her mom's side of the call.

"Are you and Felix dating now?"

Mia drops her shampoo. "Mama! You know he can't date anyone right now, so why ask?"

"Because I know you and I know that boy has been in love with you for quite some time."

The shampoo bottle drops again and Mia curses. "He has not. You just want to see it that way."

"Okay, maybe not for that long, but he was when he visited last time. He was very sweet to you and made sure you had a smile on your face every time he was around."

"That's who Felix is, Mama. Why do you think I like him so much?" Mia quickly lathers and rinses her hair. "And if it'll make you stop asking questions, Lix told me he likes me today, so... you have that to look forward to in December." With soap on her loofah, Mia quickly scrubs down her body.

"Will he stay with you?"

"Probably not. He'll stay with his family."

"Are you not dating?"

Mia chuckles. "I said we're not, but that doesn't mean he'll stay with me. I don't think his mama would be too happy if I kept him from home."

"That's too bad."

The water turns off and Mia steps out of the shower while grabbing her towel off the rack. "Mama... I really don't think his parents would like the idea of us staying together the whole time when he visits, especially when dating is on the horizon. Who knows what might happen?"

The line is silent for a second. "Do you think something would happen?"

Mia scrunches the ends of her hair in the towel, eyes down in thought. She's not going to deny those thoughts have crossed her mind throughout her friendship with Felix, she's a human being for goodness sake. But she never thought of the possibility if he returned her feelings. "I don't know, Mama," Mia finally says when she hangs the towel back up. "Lix is handsome and really sweet. I can't just say nothing will happen because I love him, but I can't assume something will either. I don't want to ruin this." She quickly starts getting dressed, eager to text Felix. "Honestly, I'm afraid of this turning into what you and my father had. I don't want to lose Felix because we make a hasty choice in the heat of the moment. I'm sorry for bringing that up again."

"It's okay, baby. I know the fear you feel, but I also know you will have a very different life. You already do." Her mom smiles when she sees Mia's face after she's dressed. "You met a special and kind boy at a young age, someone who is your friend first and foremost. I met your father much later in life and knew him for a fraction of the time you've known Felix. So, if something were to happen in the future... you won't need to fear anything. It will be far more special than my experience."

Unsure if the warmth in her face is from the shower or not, Mia manages a half-smile. "Thanks, Mama."

"Of course, sweet girl. Are you doing something tonight then? You look a little distracted."

"Well, talking about something so personal involving someone important to me doesn't help, but I am having Felix come over tonight." Mia swipes her thumb across her screen to pull up her messages, sending Felix the text to head over. "Chris is letting Lix stay here for a night since I'm leaving so soon. And I'm technically not supposed to tell anyone, so don't mention it to anyone else."

"I won't. Be careful," her mom says, face serious.

Mia whines as she leaves the bathroom with her dirty clothes. "Nothing is going to happen! I promise. We have to be so careful about being seen together, so doing something that reckless could hurt Stray Kids right now."

"How would anyone find out?"

"Mama. All it could take is once. It happened to you. And if someone sees Lix come here knowing I'm staying in this apartment? It would be horrible for him and the group. Nothing will happen. We're only sleeping... and maybe talking." Mia chuckles under her breath. "You're giving me whiplash with all this."

"I'm sorry. I know how important Felix is to you, but you're still my baby."

"I know, Mama." That's when Mia hears a knock on the front door, almost causing her to drop her phone. "Oh! Lix is here."

"Should I let you go?"

"No. He might like to see you real quick if that's okay."

"That's fine with me."

Mia nods, taking a quick breath before opening the door. Mia can't see the way her whole face lights up at the sight of Felix, but her mom can, a knowing smile on her face growing when she hears the couple greet each other sweeter than ever before.

Felix shuts the door behind him and eyes Mia's phone. "Are you talking to someone?"

"Oh, right!" She turns her phone around so he can see her mom. "Mama called and I wanted her to say hi to you."

"Hello, Felix," she greets, waving at the camera.

A grin appears on Felix's face. "Hi, Mama Kaya. How are you?"

"I'm well, especially seeing my baby so happy again." Kaya's teeth show when she smiles after Mia whines. "How are you, Felix? Busy as always?"

He nods, taking Mia's phone and sitting down on the couch. "We're working on something special and it's a lot of hard work to make sure we do it well."

"Make sure you take care of yourself. Anytime Mia hears that you aren't feeling well, she stresses over it."

Felix glances over at Mia who was grabbing a glass of water, but is now hiding her face in her hands and shaking her head. "I'll do my best to make sure Mia doesn't stress."

Mia rushes over, sitting beside Felix to look at her mom. "Hey, we're gonna go now, Mama. It's getting late and I'm pretty exhausted."

Kaya chuckles and nods. "Okay. I'll see you soon?"

"Yup. I land pretty late."

"I'll be there. I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Mama."

As soon as the call ends, Mia drops her head back and sighs. "Why do parents have to be so embarrassing?"

"It wasn't too bad." Felix hands her phone back and she stuffs it into the pocket of his hoodie that she's still wearing.

"Yeah, because you joined in with her."

"I'm sorry," he grins.

"Yeah, sure. I totally believe you."

Felix turns his head to look at Mia. "Do you really get stressed when I'm sick?"

"Stressed is a strong word. I'm concerned."

"You don't have to be, you know. The care I get helps a lot, so I'm never sick for long."

"I know that..." Mia taps her fingers on the glass in her hands. "It just sucks that I don't know when you feel better until you say something on Bubble or whatever. I don't like when I can't help, but that's just who I am."

"It's why you have the job you have," Felix smiles. "Will it make you feel better if I don't mention when I'm feeling sick or if I text you when I'm well?"

"A text would be nice."

"I can do that for you. I don't want you to worry too much."

She sets her water down before resting her cheek on his shoulder and closing her eyes. "I always worry about you, Lix. You're my best friend and I love you."

A soft smile forms on his lips as he peers at the top of Mia's head. "Thank you for caring, Mia."

A nod and hum are all he gets in response.

"You should go to bed. It's late and I know you don't want to sleep in on your last day."

She pouts. "You're right, but I'm cozy here." As she speaks, her arms circle Felix's middle, and she snuggles closer.

"Come on. The sooner we go to bed the better." Felix stands - fighting Mia's grip with a few laughs - and helps her to her feet. She instantly leans all of her weight against him. "Mia," he says while gripping her arms to make her stand up straight. "The bed isn't far away. You can sleep once you're tucked in, okay? You just have to help me out here."

"Fine..." Mia's shoulders slump forward as she turns to walk, but Felix pokes her sides to speed her up. Her little squeak and jump make her cuter when she darts away to hide under the covers.

"Why did you run, Mia?" Felix teases.

Her face appears out from the hole in the covers she made to breathe. "Oh, I don't know, Felix."

A laugh. "I'm sorry, I just knew it would make you move faster."

"Don't lie. You're not sorry. You like torturing me and taking advantage of my ticklish spots."

Felix climbs onto the bed and covers himself with what Mia isn't holding for her little cave. "I promise I won't tickle you again the rest of the time you're here. Maybe." He opens his arms to welcome her into his hold.

There's a second of hesitation before Mia scoots closer and cuddles into his side, her head finding a comfortable spot on his chest. She even rubs her cheek against the fabric of his t-shirt when Felix hugs her tightly. "I accept your promise," Mia mumbles, eyes closing with the way her body seems to be warm all over thanks to Felix.

"Good." Felix grins when Mia rubs her face against his shirt again. "Comfortable?"

She hums. "Your shirt is so soft."

"It's why I like to wear it. I have a bunch like this one."

"You look really nice in white shirts."

"You think so?"

Mia sleepily digs her phone out, lifting her head enough for the facial recognition to unlock her phone. She opens her photo app and scrolls to an album she made full of photos she's saved of Felix over his time with Stray Kids. Mia kind of hopes he doesn't notice the four-digit number under it that says how many photos are in the album. With a quick flick of her thumb, she scrolls down a few pages before clicking on one of the many Bubble photos he sent of him wearing a white t-shirt. "A lot of my favorite photos are of you in a white shirt like this."

Felix takes her phone and goes back to the page of thumbnails for all of the photos she has of him. He scrolls, feeling his face warm the farther back he goes. "Do you save every photo of me?"

She nods. "I save photos of the others, too, but you take up a majority of my photo space. I'm sorry if that's weird."

"It's a little weird since I know you, but it's okay." He clicks on a wallpaper Mia made with a bunch of the photos from a photo shoot he did with GQ. "This is pretty cool."

"Yeah. I tried sticking to a few photos, but I love all of them from that shoot. You look amazing and I was so excited to see you do something like that without the guys."

"It was fun." Felix chuckles a little and zooms in a little closer to the largest photo of him on the wallpaper. "This is the one you chose to be the focus, huh?"

Mia is quick to take her phone back and hide it under the pillow she isn't using. "I like your facial expression in it, okay? And the outfit looks great on you."

"Sure. I believe that."

"Don't give me that tone." Mia shifts her head to look at Felix's teasing grin. "Your abs may be nice to look at, but I prefer looking at your face." She pokes his cheek. "Your face makes me happy and all those summers growing up with you desensitized me to you being shirtless anyway. But I vote we stop talking about it because after what my mom was saying... I mentally can't handle this."

"What did she say?"

"Nope. I'm too tired for this. Maybe another time I'll tell you but not right now." She hides her face away to keep her blush out of his view. "Please, let's just sleep."

He squeezes her closer, still curious but more than happy to let his exhaustion take over. "Okay."

Once Mia and Felix settle, a comfortable silence fills the room, fills what little space is between them. A soft hum leaves Mia the second Felix's fingers begin combing through her hair.

"Do you want... to date when the ban is lifted? Is that something you would want even though it would be long-distance?"

In all of the years Mia has known Felix, there have been only three times she almost gave in and kissed him like in one of those overly dramatic romance movies. The first time was soon after they started second grade and she was sitting alone at lunch because none of the girls in her class were interested in being her friend. Felix saw her crying over her food, so he sat down next to her - ignoring his new friends - and spent the entirety of lunch making Mia forget she was ever sad. When the bell rang to signal the end of lunch, Felix gave her a smile that made her feel like she'd never be alone again.

The second time was when Felix told her about moving to South Korea to join Chris in the group he was gathering members for. Of course, she cried because her best friend was moving so far away, but she cried more to see him taking the next step to do something he always wanted to do. He told her how scared he was to leave and how much he needed to do to make sure he could live there. Mia couldn't stand the thought of him being fearful of moving toward his goals, so she pushed him onward with his family. It was the fact his mom and little sister were there that kept Mia from running after Felix in the airport. She was afraid she wouldn't get to tell him how much she still loved him and would always support him, but she let him go with a smile and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

The third time is in that moment, cuddling in Chan's bed. No one is around to stop her from showing Felix how much she loves the idea of being an official couple when it's allowed. But Mia resists yet again for his sake. She'll have her chance another time.

"Yes and yes," she finally answers, shifting closer. Mia knows the minute she looks at him, she'll act without thinking, so she hugs him tightly. "Distance isn't hard for me, Lix. It won't always be easy, but it's manageable on those hard days. Are you okay with the distance?"

Felix takes a deep breath, his fingers now scratching Mia's scalp soothingly. "I think it'll be difficult for me."

She hums, moving her arm so her hand rests on his abdomen. Mia would have commented on the muscles twitching under her touch if she were in a more teasing mood.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want to try."

"Then let's try when you're able to," Mia says. "The next few months until Christmas can be a trial, I guess, to see how you feel about it."

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"Then we wait until we can shorten the distance."

"You really want to wait longer?"

Mia gives in and lifts her head to stare seriously into Felix's eyes. "I'll wait as long as I need to, Lix. I nearly gave up on any chance with you, but knowing you have feelings for me... I'm not going to give up until you tell me there's no way we can work it out - in whatever way that'll mean. You can't get rid of me that easily." Mia feels her cheeks warm up, so she puts her head back down and curls up a little on herself. "I'm sorry if that's a bit obsessive. I understand more now how overwhelming I used to be - how I still am most of the time - and I'm even more sorry for that. I just... There's a lot I feel when you're involved, which I know is still a lot to get used to..."

Felix watches how Mia makes sure she stays tucked into his side while hiding within herself. It's not often he sees Mia struggling with herself, but her visit has shown him how often it seems she brings herself down. Despite the cheerful attitude that Felix has seen since the day they first met, Mia is too hard on herself.

"Mia," he starts, touching her head gently, "I know it's late, but can we keep talking about this? I think I need some time to convince you that the way you are is perfectly okay."

Her fingers grasp his shirt and she rubs her face against him before looking back at him with a flushed face and glassy eyes. "We can talk more if you want to do that."

Sitting up, Felix pats the pillow beside him. "Come here then," he smiles.

And for a fourth time, Mia pushes aside her desire to thank Felix for who he is with a kiss, opting to squeeze in beside him and watch him speak with genuine care for her.

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I wake up to the smell of coffee drifting in under the bedroom door, and I stretch, seeing Nikki on his side of the bed, snoring softly.

Pulling the covers off of myself, I get up and throw on my robe to cover my naked body and step into the kitchen to see Karen at the counter.

Karen was Doc's best solution he could muster up to try to keep Nikki straight off drugs.

After calling Doc and Bob Timmons that night Nikki shot out our ceiling, Doc asked Karen, who worked at the Mötley office, to move in.

Hats off to her because she didn't argue, and Nikki did calm down a little when she was there because he was convinced she was a spy for Doc and was telling him what Nikki was doing at all times.

Nikki didnt want to hear shit from Doc, so he tried to hide his drug use from Karen when she was home.

"Good morning." She greets me, patiently waiting for the coffee to get done. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"No, no, it's fine, I needed to get up anyway, uh...what time is it?" I ask her, rubbing my eyes.

"About 9:00." She replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him up and get ready and that reporter should be here around--"

I'm cut off by the doorbell and I look at her.

"You go wake him up, get him showered, I'll stall." She assures me, shooing me with her hand as she steps to open the door."

I rush to our bedroom and shut and lock the door, walking over to wake Nikki up.

"Babe, c'mon."  I nudge at him several times until he's groaning a little. "Nikki, wake up."

"Just climb on and get off when you're finished. I'm sure it'll still get up without me being awake." He mumbles tiredly, about to drift back off before I'm hitting his arm sternly.

"Nikki, you need to wake up. That reporter came early. We need to get dressed."

"Jesus." He lets out, frustrated, and I rub my lips together. His hazel eyes open to look at me and he smirks. "You're actually talking to me today?"

I've been ignoring him for nearly a week now ever since he broke our ceiling and embarrassed me in front of our friends.

"I'm getting into character so he doesn't write that I'm not talking to you in the article. Doc said to be as lovey as possible." I add. "So hurry up."

I walk to our bathroom and start the shower, quickly discarding my clothes and climbing in as he trudges into the bathroom.

By the time I'm rinsing shampoo from my hair, he's getting in, his eyes wandering up and down my naked body that currently has soapy water running down it.

"Don't get any ideas, Sixx, I'm still mad at you."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" He puts a hand over his heart as if he's hurt and I roll my eyes, finishing rinsing my hair.

"Move." I say so I can put conditioner in my hair and he grins, about to switch places with me, and his hands hold at my body as we trade spots and I glare at him.

"What? I was helping you move." He innocently states, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips, and I cut my eyes at him.

He just wets his hair as I get the tangles out of mine with conditioner and we change once more.

By the time he's rinsing his hair again and I'm lathering up in body wash, I feel his finger trace down my spine.

"Nikki." I say in warning and I hear his faint chuckling.

"Sorry." He mumbles, taking his fingers off of me.

When I'm done, about to tell him I need to get under the water, his hands are sliding up my sides and he's getting closer to me, pulling me against him, taking my ear between his teeth in a nip.

"Nikki, we don't have time for this." I let out in a soft giggle.

"So?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my neck, his hands moving up to hold at my chest, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, causing me to take a sharp breath and push my ass against him.

He lets out a soft moan, and I turn to face him, our lips, teeth and tongues meeting in a rough, passionate, kiss, as my body is pulled against his.

"Are you still mad at me?" He says, running his thumb across my bottom lip, looking like he's confident that I'm not still upset with him.

"Get finished, we have stuff to do." I tell him, giving him one last kiss before sliding past him to rinse off.

"Change it to cold water before you leave." He grumbles and I smile to myself, changing the temperature of the water before getting out of the shower.

Once I get my hair towel dried and finish getting ready, I'm cautiously stepping into the hallway, walking where I hear Karen and the reporter talking at the dinner table. 

"Yeah, they..." Karen trails off, seeing me. "...Oh, here she is." She states.

He turns around to face me and I rub my lips together, extending my hand to him.

"Len Donoghue." He tells me, shaking my hand.

"Vivian Sixx." I reply, politely. "Um, Nikki's getting some clothes on now, he'll be here in a minute."

"Oh, starting Valentine's Day off right, huh?" He chuckles and I feel my face go red with embarrassment as Karen attempts to curve the conversation.

"You were saying earlier you attend night classes? What degree are you pursuing?" She asks him and I take the opportunity to step to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee.

Nikki's already there, seeming to be stalling as he takes his time examining the array of coffee cups in our cupboard.

"You don't drink coffee, baby." I remind him and he glances at me before handing me a cup.

"I was supposed to wake up this morning to a blow job. Not a fucking hotshot know-it-all scribe jotting down every last syllable of shit I say only to fabricate and cut it up before printing it in a way that makes me look bad." He mumbles and I give him a soft smile, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.

"It will be okay, Nikki. Just smile and it'll be over before you know it." I encourage him.

He sighs out, kissing me briefly before I pour my coffee and we step to the dinner table, where Len is lighting up at the site of Nikki.

"Hey, man, Nikki." Nikki introduces himself, shaking Len's hand.

"Len Donoghue, it's a pleasure." He smiles enthusiastically at him and Nikki nods before motioning to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna cook some breakfast if you wanna start your interrogation in the kitchen." Nikki says in a joking tone, but in know he means "interrogation" literally.

"Sure." Len nods, the three of us stepping to the kitchen as Karen gets up and heads to her bedroom to hangout until we're done.

I hoist myself onto the counter, watching as Nikki pulls the eggs from the fridge and I tense up as I multiple paper bags on the shelves before he closes the fridge.

I hope Len didn't notice.

"You've even got that particular detailing in here." Len comments, looking up at the mirrored ceiling.

"Yeah, I read somewhere mirror creates the illusion of a more open room." Nikki tells him, grabbing a bowl to crack the eggs into.

"That's why the place is covered in mirror?"

"Yeah, why else would it be?" He pretends to play dumb, and Len glances at me before shaking his head a little. "No reason."

"When did you move into this place?" He asks us and Nikki starts cracking the eggs.

"Uhh...like..." He looks at me. "...Over a year ago? Year and a half?"

I just nod and he confirms it.

"Yeah, over a year ago."

"Who's idea was it to live out here?" He asks next and Nikki nods towards me.

"She liked the house and I got it once we had the money." He explains.

"That makes me sound like a gold digger." I say.

"Okay, we drove by one day and she said it was a nice house and I went behind her back and got it and surprised her with it once I had the money." He corrects and Len smiles.

"Is he always nice like that?" He asks me.

"Despite how he seems publicly, he's a nice guy." I tell him and Nikki shushes me as if I can't tell his secret, making me chuckle as he grins, pouring the eggs into the heated pan.

"There's a lot of mystery around you two, is that something that's good to you or backfires sometimes?"

"It's good." Nikki states. "It's really nobody's business unless we do stuff like this," he motions to Len, "And let people in on it."

"We don't necessarily understand what the big deal is about, honestly. There's plenty of people dating or married to someone who isn't quite like them. The fact we're in the public eye doesn't make it any more interesting, honestly." I add.

"Yeah, people would be disappointed if they saw how our relationship works just like everyone else's." Nikki puts in next.

"I think you two being together really invokes certain conversations because one of you is a by the book Christian, and the other has been accused of Satanism in the past." Len suggests with a small chuckle. "So you're pretty opposite of each other in that sense but you still manage to get along well enough to feel the need to marry one another."

"We're opposite of each other in every sense, almost." Nikki tells him, finishing on the eggs.

"Really?"

"She's more reserved, conservative, quiet, innocent, sober, religious, organized..." Nikki names off a few things. "...and there's me."

"I wanna touch on that, really, because 'sober' is not something associated with rockstars or really this industry much at all, really, with so much money and access to excess and so on, have you really never had a drink of alcohol or was that an exaggeration? I mean, really, your friends, husband, piers are doing God knows what and you've never at least been curious enough to try something out?" He asks me and I shake my head.

"No. And that's not something I ride through the streets and shout out or project at a party or use to talk down on other people with. I choose not to do that because it doesn't interest me, it interests some people, some people enjoy it, but I've never really been drawn to any of it. And especially the really hard stuff, I've never felt the need or allure to that because I've seen what it does to people. But I don't turn my nose up at people who want a beer after work or have some cocktails with their girl friends on a night out. I don't even think I'm any better than the addicts that claw their eyes out while they're on dope. That's their business." I tell him, and Nikki clears his throat, putting the eggs into a bowl to be scooped out by who ever that wants them as he pulls the package of bacon from the fridge next.

"So you're the trusted D.D. when it's a night out?" Len asks me and I nod.

"Oh, yeah." I nod.

"Back to the 'opposites' topic, how did someone like you, get together with someone like her?" He questions Nikki again and Nikki let's out a breath, smirking.

"The clean version." I warn Nikki and he laughs.

"Oh, c'mon, Viv." He nudges me and I raise my brows. "Okay, fine, we met at a club on the strip, Tommy introduced us, and he had told me she was coming down there to see us and that she was a dancer and her mom was super strict, and just telling me and Mick some things about her because he and Vince had grown up with her, but we'd never met her. So she comes down there, and she's dressed like a fucking--I don't even know, nothing like what I was use to seeing on the Strip. And we just couldn't stand each other, honestly. We would aggravate the piss outta each other, I'd harrass her and purposely do and say stuff that I knew would gross her out and she would pick at me and deliberately say shit to get under my skin and piss me off. I called her 'Saint Viv' and 'Virgin Viv' and she'd call me 'Devil Spawn' and we just really got on each other's nerves, man."

"What changed that?" He asks and I wait to see how Nikki's going to say "I screwed her into my ratty mattress" in a PG way.

"There was this one night, I don't even know what happened, but I just realized I was really, really into her, and I guess she realized the same because we've been together ever since." He tells him.

"So, it's worth all the criticism about you not being the real deal because you've 'settled down'?"

"I'm not an idiot, I know people dont talk shit because I've 'settled down', they talk shit about who I've 'settled down' with. And if being with someone who's got my back, and strives to push me be the best in can be, and supports me and helps me up when I need it, then I will loud and proud shout from the hills that I've 'settled down.' I write music based off what inspires me, some of Mötley's best songs have been inspired by the very girl I'm criticized for being with because they either think she's boring or isn't bad enough for me or whatever bullshit they drum up. But I don't need someone who's bad through and through, that would be a disaster. She's bad wear it counts." He informs him and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Nikki!" I scold.

"I'm just saying." He shrugs. "And I'd hate being with someone who's exactly like me because then I wouldn't be learning new things, or having engaging conversation that challenges my views, or see a different perspective, and she wouldn't have that, either. So I think all the street rock posers downing on me for being with a 'goody goody' and the holier-than-thou Tipper Gore carbon copies that give Viv shit for being with a 'satan worshiper' can all kiss our asses and fuck off."

Len nods, looking impressed but not shocked with Nikki's words.

"Wanna add anything to that?" He asks me.

"Ditto." I reply and Nikki smiles at me for a moment.

After Nikki's finished cooking, we're sitting at the table, and get on the topic of music.

"Is there any idea when the new music will be coming out?" He asks Nikki and Nikki nods, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Sometime this year." He says.

"Is it gonna have a 'Theater of Pain' feel to it or is it gonna hold the same change that, that album did compared to 'Shout at the Devil'?"

"Well, we change our sound because we grow. I don't think it's too far off, I think it's all still rock 'n roll, but the sound differs a little bit with each album because we evolve." He replies.

"Any album in particular that you've made so far that's a favorite or is the best yet to come?"

Nikki gets a happy, proud grin on his face.

"The best is yet to come." He states. "Some really cool stuff is in the works."

"I'm glad to hear that because I actually am a fan of you guys' so that's a good word from you." He tells him.

"Great." Nikki says, his bare foot kicking at mine under the table.

I kick back as Len is oblivious and continues asking questions.

"Are you into their music, too, or are you just along for the ride because you kind of have to be?" He nods to me as Nikki and I are now in a kicking war, despite acting like nothing's happening.

"Yeah, I like their music."

He looks a little taken back by my answer.

"You listen to Mötley Crüe without obligation?"

"Well, yeah." I tell him.

"She looks like a frilly flower girl so you don't expect that, right?" Nikki asks, and I kick him under the table and he kicks me back, again.

"What else do you listen to?" Len asks me.

"A little bit of everything. If it's catchy or has a good groove to it, it doesn't matter the artist, I'll buy it. I listen to ABBA, Chaka Khan, Hank William's Jr, Deep Purple, BeeGees..."

"And everything in between?"

"And everything in between." I chuckle. "I also have Bon Jovi but Nikki's always trying to steal it and get rid of it."

"You don't like Bon Jovi?" Len asks, seemingly insulted and Nikki looks at me with cut eyes and a devious smirk, like he's gonna get even with me, later.

"I like Jon, I've hung out with him several times, he's a cool guy. Vocally, he nails it every time. Lyrically, musically, I can't fucking stand it. It's like being stuck on the tea cups at Disney. You wanna get off before you throw up."

"So, you don't mind ABBA, but Bon Jovi's a no-go?"

"...Basically..." He rubs his eye. "But, I mean, I might tolerate some of it if she put it on and started doing a little strip tease or something. I'd consider it, then."

I glare at him and Len laughs, as Nikki smiles innocently at me.

Once we're done eating, we offer a tour of the house, which Len eagerly accepts.

"Obviously, living room." Nikki motions.

"What happened to the ceiling?" He asks, noticing the empty ceiling space.

"Nikki thought it would be smart to throw a baseball in the house. The whole ceiling suffered." I lie and Len raises his brows.

"I bet that was fun to clean up."

"We wouldn't know, we paid someone to come out here and do it for us." Nikki mumbles. "Alright, awards and achievements." He says next, motioning to his freshly reframed gold and platinum disc awards, and my ballet trophies I've racked up from childhood to the beginning of senior year, that Nikki practically made me put on display when we moved in because he thinks it's something I should be proud of enough to showcase to people.

"Guest bedrooms, and bathroom down here." Nikki motions down the hall. "Garage, here." We walk down a couple of steps to the garage door and open it up, switching on the light.

His bike, his Corvette and mine, greet us and Len nods.

"Nothing too extravagant." He voices to us.

"I'm looking at a blacked out Mercedes right now, I might end up getting it soon." Nikki tells him.

"Oh, really?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I was gonna tell you about it later, babe." He assures me.

"Right, like you told me about the Jeep and the Harley?"

"Ha. Ha." He let's out sarcastically. "We have a pool." He quickly discards our disagreement, leading Len back up the steps and into the house to take him to the pool.

By the time the interview is at a closing, it's almost 1:00pm, and I hope he has enough material to make a decent article.

"Thanks for letting me come by, I really do appreciate it." Len thanks us, shaking my hand before shaking Nikki's hand one last time. "It was really an honor get to talk to you, man, good luck with the album. Can't wait to hear it."

"Thanks." Nikki replies.

"Alright, you two take care, have a good evening." He tells us, turning to walk to his car.

"You, too." Nikki says before shutting the door.

When it's shut, he's turning to look down at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I'm probably gonna go get some stuff from town." He states and I nod.

"Okay, I'm probably about to hangout by the pool with Karen for a few minutes." I tell him, heading to our bedroom to put my swimsuit on.

I hear the fridge open and shut--he's grabbing some of his heroin--before he's telling me he'll be back in a few minutes.

Once the garage door shuts, I'm stepping out to find Karen in her bedroom.

"Hey," I start and she looks up from where she's laying on her bed, reading. "I was gonna go lay out for a few minutes, do you wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'll be out there in a second. Let me get changed."

The phone starts ringing and I head to answer it, hoping it's not someone calling to tell me Nikki's been in an accident.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Steven's voice happily declares on the other end of the line.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I reply, stepping to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi from the fridge.

"I-Is Sixx around?"

"Not right now, he's running errands in town." I explain to him.

"Oh...well when he gets back can you get him to call me back?"

"Yeah. Is everything alright?"

"It's perfect. Love you. Gotta go." He abruptly hangs up and I furrow my brows a little, hanging the phone back up.

A few minutes into sunbathing, I'm laying on my stomach with my bikini string untied as Karen chats away while I drift in and out of sleep.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Karen tells me, getting up off her pool chair, heading into the house.

I give her a wave of my hand without opening my eyes, letting out a relaxed breath.

My body tenses for a moment at the feeling of Nikki's lips pressing the center of my spine, working their way up to my hair.

"Hi." I say, sitting up, tying my top back into place as he sits on my chair beside me. "Steven called and wanted you to call him back."

"He called again just when I got in so I already talked to him." He tells me and I nod. "I was out getting stuff for tonight." He wiggles his brows for a second and I try not to laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some more wine for me, the fizzy grape juice for you, and some more candles."

"You don't like just screwing around with a candle on because you can't see everything." I point out and he smirks.

"I didn't buy them for light." He says and I raise my brows, a lusty feeling washing through me at the thought.

"Race you to the bedroom!" I shout, about to take off but he grabs at my hips and pulls me down to his lap, laughing at my eagerness. "Nikki, we don't have time to waste. I have carbonated grape juice to sip on and hot candle wax to be dripped in, and that's not even including the sleazy stuff that follows, so c'mon." I struggle to pull his arms from around my waist so I can get free.

"Viv, we'll get to that later tonight, you gotta get ready for your surprise." He tells me.

"I have a surprise?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"A surprise."

"Nikki."

"Viv."

"...Fine." I huff and he let's me out of his lap, handing me the roses he got me. "Where is this surprise?"

"Can't tell you. Just get changed, dress up a little bit if you want to." He tells me.

I guess he thought since he had died the year before, he should put his all into making up for it the following year.

I have to give it to him, he outdid himself that Valentine's Day...but he had some help.

"Okay, no peeking." Nikki says to me after securing the blindfold around my eyes and I grin, my hand in his as he helps me out of his Corvette.

I'm taken off guard by him suddenly picking me up, shutting the passenger side door with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle out.

"I don't want you to walk and hear your steps because it'll spoil the surprise."

"I feel you struggling to keep me up." I say to him, poking fun.

"I'm not struggling."

"Okay but if you drop me, I'm kicking your ass." I add.

"I'll kick your ass right back." He scoffs.

"Okay, then put me down and let's go, Sixx. Best two out of three."

"You're like a baby bird: all mouth." He taunts me.

"You're a baby bird: all whining."

"Virgin Vivian."

"Devil Spawn."

"Are you ready to see your surprise or are you gonna keep running your mouth?" He asks and I roll my eyes behind the blindfold and exhale.

"Fine."

He sets me down, and my heels click against the sound of wood.

"Alright, ready?"

"Yes."

The blindfold comes off, and Steven's firing off one of those tiny confetti poppers as he, Nikki and Duff all saying, "Tada!" at the same time.

We're standing inside of Mandy's old rehearsal space, except it's not shitty looking anymore.

The holes in the ceiling are patched up, it's got new lights, the floors are fresh and the once scratched up and worn down mirror is replaced, completely brand new.

I can't even form words, my eyes watering, my hand grasping Nikki's tightly.

"What do ya think?" Duff asks me.

"I-I..." I try to talk, but can't.

"Do you like it?" Nikki asks next and I'm turning to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, nearly knocking him off balance. "Woah." He laughs, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

I'm wiping my tears when I pull away, catching his lips with mine when he leans down to kiss me for a second.

Knowing Duff was the one who bought the place from Mandy to begin with, I hug him to me next.

"Thank you." I sniffle out to him, giving him a tight squeeze before pulling away.

"It wasn't a problem, Viv." He assures me as Steven clears his throat.

"I wiped the finger prints off the mirror." He tells me and I smile, hugging him, too.

"Thank you." I say, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair.

Duff's grasping my hand, turning it over so my palm is facing upward before he's putting a key in it, closing my fingers around it.

I give him a genuine, grateful, closed-lip smile, and he returns it, his kind eyes seeming to have a spark of extra liveliness from being in his element of doing good things to make people happy.

I swear I can see Nikki scowling at us from the corner of my eye, but the look is gone from his face as soon as it arrives.

[awakeshedreams]

Helping Hand {2}

Prompt: “what are you waiting for?”

Summary: You’re used to helping people and you enjoy doing so. However when a friend asks for something your heart heavily accepts, you find the will to be selfish for once in your life and get what you’ve always wanted- who you want, even if it’s just for a moment.

Pairing: Jungkook×Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut. College!AU. Friends to Lovers!AU

Wordcount: 4.5K

Warning: sex lol ?

A/N: KKSSRY SORRY :( better later than never right ? Anyways here's the second part have a nice day and enjoy! Thank you for the responses on the last one, means alot 💜 I'd like some feed back on this one too if you have time thank you 💜 ps my laptop is acting up so I had to post this on mobile so I can't add 'read more' im so sorry :(

*italics=flashback

1 . 2

You're running so fast down the hall, sneakers squeaking with every pressure of your feet against marbled floor.

Your lungs burn and your eyes sting but it doesn't matter. You can’t stop running, you won’t stop running. Not until you get to him. You need to see him. But are you ready for it though? The realisation dawns on you and you slow down a little, hesitant as your sudden rush of excitement dies down, reality and fear taking its place.

But it’s too late, because as you bump into a broad solid chest and almost fall over only to be rescued by a strong arm encased around your waist that has you looking into deep dark eyes you had begun to miss and longed to look into, a conversation you shared with Mia not too long before resurfaces in your thoughts and you find yourself fisting the fabric of his shirt.

You exhale and inhale deeply, sweaty palms gripping the doorknob as you gulp. All you have to do is get pass this door, into the bathroom and apologize. Easy.

“You can do this Y/N.” You chant again for the nth time and the more you say it the less effective it is. You’ve been standing in front of the toilet door for over 5 minutes. Luckily no-one else has come to use the loo because it'd look weird as hell having you just stand there when you could just walk in. But you’re scared. You’re not sure of what. You've said so yourself that you don't mind what choice she makes, you don’t deserve to ask for more. You're lucky if she even as much says anything to you. But still there’s a churn in your belly that tells you that this is not going to end or proceed as expected.

Shaking your thoughts away you finally push the door open and step into toilet. You find her there, applying her favourite lip gloss through the reflection. You stiffen when her eyes jump to you before she resumes her duty, wiping off some around the edges.The silence is toe curling and so you decide to finally speak; “We need to talk.”

She pauses, squinting her eyes before turning around to face you with her arms crossed, "I know you fucked Jungkook.” Your face reddens as you grip your bag handle tight, lips ajar.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you manage to say and you watch her eyes narrow as she huffs. This is so not like her but maybe if she ended fucking the guy you like after he lowkey rejected you right after your date you wouldn’t be yourself too.

“You know Y/N, I never expected you to be such a whore.” You stumble back slightly at her words, throat going dry. Ouch. “Come on, fucking the guy you knew I liked? You're the last person I expected to do that. I trusted that you would be-useful to me but you ended up stabbing me in the back. I really hate you Y/N.”

“I know what I did is wrong and you don’t have to accept my apology but I'm sorry. I just- I don’t even know."

“It doesn’t matter. I guess I’ll just do things on my own and get Jungkook by myself. You weren’t of any help.” She throws her hair over her shoulder with a sigh as she grabs her bag on the sink and leaving the toilet. Wait. Did she just say... “Mia, you were using me just to get with Jungkook?” you catch up to her, grasping her arm. You don’t care at how she eyes your hold on her with disgust as anger and confusion brews in your being. “Answer me.”

“Yeah. I was. I was using you to get with Jungkook.” She admits annoyed, wiping her arm when you let go of her but you don’t catch that over dramatic display of hatred. Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Mia..." You croak out as your eyes begin to tear up. You thought you lost Mia the night you lost Jungkook, but there was an inkling of hope in you. However now learning this it feels like you’ve lost her, your friend, twice. And it has an ugly twist forming in your belly.

“Don’t act all hurt. I should be the one who is hurt. Y/N, you have no idea how shit you’ve made things for me and Jungkook.” She shakes her head as she clenches her fist and glares at you.

“Mia, I know I fucked up and I’m sorry for sleeping wit-"

“Not that. Even since before.” She scoffs and you furrow your brows. What is she talking about. “Before you and Jungkook met, we were dating for 6 months.” The information settles in slowly, but surely. And soon your small heart is filled with so many overwhelming emotions welling up in you. Jungkook was actually in the longest relationship term you've ever seen him be in before he met you and it was with Mia. You didn't know that. You feel so deceived, Mia said she didn’t know Jungkook and Jungkook pretended not to know her. What happened? What created such a hostile air in between them and what caused they’re break up?

“Suddenly you came around. It was because of you.” She seethes and you’re more confused than ever, did she just answer the questions in your head?

“What do you mean?”

“You. He started caring for you. He literally only knew you for a month and he was so relaxed with you... do you know how hard it was for me to get him to open up to me even just a little? And you had him wrapped around your little finger in one fucking month? Someone like you?” You don’t manage to answer, just looking at the ground as you fiddle with your fingers. It looks like you had done her more wrong than you knew you have. “I got jealous . I mean who wouldn't get jealous? I did, so thought I'd make him jealous too. I fucked his friend.” She says with no remorse but you can tell she wish she had never done it because she obviously would do as much as faking a friendship for months just to get him back.

“And it’s all because of you. You know the moment we had an argument, he ran straight to you? God sometimes I wish you would just disappear. I don’t even know what Jungkook see’s in you to like you that much.” How did she know that Jungkook liked you? You doubt she was standing outside the room when he confessed or that he told her.

“He told me that night at the date.” She confirms and you gape at her. Oh. "He told me to stay away from you because he knows what I'm doing, he said that he won’t forgive me again if anything happens to you, can you believe him? He’s such a prick!” she groans and while she is going through it your heart is fluttering, he talked of you like that?

“He really likes me...” you deadpan, forgetting Mia's presence and it bothered her as she clicks her tongue but you’re not paying attention to her. Jungkook really likes you and you just shut him off.

You’ve apologized to Mia and now that that is out of the way, you need to get things with Jungkook right for once and for all.

“Mia, again I’m sorry. I need to go.” You sincerely say one more time before you zoom off, leaving a stunned Mia standing there.

“Y/N?” Jungkook breathes out, his face barely inches away from yours, your chests pressed flush against each other as you gaze into each others eyes. So many words are being exchanged through a simple look of the eye, words neither of you know how to convey verbally.

“Jungkook, I-" you thoughts get stuck in your throat and you feel your eyes tear up. You were the one who cut him off but you were crying.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he furrows his brows, trying to reach up and cup your cheek but you flinch away from his touch, heart breaking when pain flashes across his face at your repulsiveness.

“Sorry,” you push him off you, not looking at him once as you walk away. You heart sinks with every step as the image if Jungkook's shoulder slumping when you walked past him replays in your head.

It feels so wrong but you know it’s right. You’re not ready, not yet. Because all it takes is you crying your heart out to sleep that night for you to wake up feeling fresh and determined.

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This isn’t good.

The moment you step into the field you freeze in your spot. Maybe the look of defeat and loss on the faces of those who sat at the gold and black benches in contrast to the cheers of those in red and white should have indicated the situation for you but now that you see the score board you realize the initial assumption your tried to push back was right. Your college team is behind by several marks. And this is very unusual.

Your eyes fall to the team members who are clearing the field, on a 10 minute break before the game resumes. Naturally you search for him in the midst of people as you walk past the audience bench to the players area but there’s isn’t a sigh of him. Hesitantly you tap one of the players shoulder, a broad shouldered Seokjin you knew to be a friend of Jungkook's.

“Y/N!” he beams, almost going in for a hug to which you raise a brow at him, eyeing his sweaty figure.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly laughs as he scratches the back of his head, making you chuckle. “What's going on?” you motion towards the score board and Jin sighs, placing his hands on his hips.

“Man, I don’t really know but we're doing pretty shit. Even Jungkook isn’t playing as well as he should be.” Your ears perk at the mention of his name and you clear your throat. “Do you know why?” you ask almost desperate and you wonder if it makes you sadistic to want to be the cause of his apparent distress, frankly you do want to be the reason. Only because you want to be the one to de-stress him.

“No idea. Why?” he teases with a knowing grin and your cheeks flush, “But I think it should be fine. Since you’re here now, our lucky charm. Should've come earlier.” He pats your shoulder and you laughed. There’s this inside joke/myth within the team, that you’re their lucky charm. The college football team didn't really have that great of a reputation but ever since Jungkook took over as captain in the new batch, they have been on a winning streak. And quite coincidentally you’ve been there at every game.

“Come on, you guys work too hard for you to say that I’m the reason you guys win. I just sit there and barely pay attention, football is boring.” You joke and SeokJin raises a brow as he hums.

“Yet still you come here all the time, to watch this ‘boring football’, I wonder why...” He ponders aloud and you pout at him.

“Anyways, since you’re here and we're on break, you should go check up on Jungkook. He's in the locker room at the end corner by himself. I think he'll gain his senses once you guys talk or something.” He begins walking into the locker room and you furrow your brows before you speak. “What makes you think that?”

“I know.” He winks before disappearing into the crowd of his team mates. Ripping your gaze from the group of sullen boys who cheer up when Seokjin begins cracking his dad jokes, you walk towards the opposite direction.

You brace yourself and step into the room. The first thing you notice is that just dark, the lights weren’t switched on and the sun was setting ahead. You walk in further before you find Jungkook, his head hunched over his body as he sat at the bench. He’s is shirtless, a light sheen of sweat over his back that moves up and down with every heave of his breathe. His fists are clenching, unclenching , clenching.

You freeze when he abruptly looks up and turns his head to face you, looking at you with wide eyes that glimmer through the wet bangs that lay over his eyes, some sticking to his forehead. “Y/N?” he says in disbelief, voice hoarse but low, afraid that you’re a figment of his imagination and that even the force of his voice would have you fading away into thin air.

“Hey.” You smile, awkwardly standing there.

“Hi.” He responds and then there is complete silence as you just stare at each other.

“Fuck, you probably think I'm a loser even more now. I didn’t want you to ever see me like this.” He laughs humourlessly, running a hand through his locks in frustration. “No Jungkook, you’re not a loser. And I certainly don’t think that.” You sit down next to him and Jungkook scoffs throwing his head back to rest on the lockers with his eyes shut. You try to keep your eyes on his face, not his ripped body but even that is hard since he looks even hotter now, all sweaty and breathless.

“Yeah right. I’m a fucking excuse for a captain. Can’t even lead my team into winning because i- you know what forget it.” You frown at him, is he dumb? “Jungkook, you’re not a loser. How many times have you guys won huh?” you place a hand over his thighs and Jungkook's eyes shoot open, gaze flickering to where your hands are before he looks up at you.

"Jungkook you’re a great captain. You've brought honour to the college with your team and no-one else could have done it. You're a champion. You can get back there on that field and win it.” You squeeze his thigh and Jungkook stares at you blankly. It’s hard to read his thoughts when he remains so blank and unresponsive. “You know, we can only win if you're there.” He suddenly says, leaning forward and you chuckle at his ridiculousness.

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?”

He turns to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours and the sudden proximity of your faces has your breathe hitching, cheeks prickling. “Y/N, why are you here?” he asks, almost sounding frustrated but you take no offense to it somehow.

“Because ... because I care.” You gulp, finding it hard to form a sentence with his intense gaze on you. “For me or the team.” He questions, head tilted.

“Both. But especially you.” you confess and then there is a long silence as you simply stare at each other.

“You confuse me. You tell me go away and then you tell me this. Why?” he shakes his head as he looks away, running his fingers through his hair again, biceps flexing.

“Because I like you.”

“What?” he whips his head towards you as he shifts in his seat as his cheeks redden. "Why are acting so surprised I literally told you that already.” You roll your eyes at his reaction as you chuckle.

“Yeah but I thought... You know... after that night and when we bumped into each other and you ran away that you didn't feel the same anymore.” He shrugs and you groan in frustration. Why was he making this so hard?

Without warning you push yourself off your seat to straddle his lap and cup his cheek. “I’ll show you okay? How I feel. How you make me feel.” He stares at you wide eyed and surprised but he nods as his hands rest on your hip and waist.

You lean down, capturing his lips in yours. The kiss is sweet from the fruitiness of your gloss and a little salty from the sweat on Jungkook. You take in all of him, fingers trailing down the edges if his torso while the other tugs at the hair in the nape of his neck. His hands slip under your top to fondle your breast and eliciting a deep moan from you that has him tightening his grip on your waist to pull you closer to his chest. You feel his hard cock pressing against your soaking clothed core and you can't help but grind onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans, hips bucking up to met yours. You steal a glance at the digital watch on your wrist. You've got about 6 minutes left. “We need to make this quick, baby.” You pant out, not missing the way Jungkook smirks at the term of endearment as he bites his lips.

You palm him through his pants and he rolls his head back, he hisses when you reach into his tight pants and take out his angry hard cock. "Wait, I don't have a condom on me.” He grabs your wrist to stop him, but you peck the corner of his lips and grin at him.

“I’m on the pill.” He nods and let's go of you, his balls going tight at the thought of being able to fuck you raw with no hindrance and fill you with his cum. He let’s you take control, watching in bliss with hands tight around your waist as you rub his tip against your slick entrance. When you sink down on him both of you gasp. You immediately clench around him but you don’t stop, the drag as he guides you further down while you take in all of him pleasurably painful. It’s intoxicating and it has you catching your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you start moving. "Oh my god,” you moan jumping on his cock as Jungkook’s fingers hook on the middle of your bra under your top, pulling the fabric down so that your breasts are now free of the constraints, nipples pebbled visible through the natural just shows how aroused you are home your tits bounce and your chest heaves with every thrust.

“Look at you, hopping on my dick like a fucking slut.” He growls as he latches onto your stiff nipples through your top and you shriek, arching your back into his mouth. He chuckles against your jiggling breasts as he moves onto the next, pinching and flicking your free needy buds with his thumb and it has you rolling your head back, the corners of your vision blackening as your high arrives. “Jungkook, baby, I’m so fucking close,” your thrusts are weaker, thighs aching but you are desperate and try to go faster despite your throbbing thighs. Jungkook senses your frustrations through your whines and hooks his hand on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you against his cock, occasionally bucking his hips up to yours.

“Jungkook, I’m going to come oh my god,” you pant as you let him fuck into you and you cry out as you release around him, hips twitching as he continues thrusting his hips up to yours with his brows knitted. "I’m so fucking close.” He grunts, snapping his hips up to you before he spills his warm seeds into you with a growl.

You stay like that for a while, his head on your shoulders and your head on his breathlessly. “I really like you Y/N. Fuck I love you so much.” He confesses into the crook of you neck and pulls you closer to him by your waist. A smile graces your features as you tightened your embrace over his shoulders.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Mia and I earlier. I didn’t think it was important. Sorry.” “It’s fine.” You chuckle with a shrug and he chuckles as well.

“Are you going to pull out or...” You remind as you eyes trail down to where you are still joined and you’re surprised his still intact in you, did he get hard again? "Fuck right,” a tint spreads over Jungkook’s cheeks as he lifts you and stands you up, shoving his dick back into his pants. You try to ignore the outline of an obvious bulge with pursed lips, holding back a laughter. “If you win, we can go for a second round tonight. Maybe more.” You sing song with a shrug as you begin walking out, leaving a wide eyed Jungkook who is getting dressed. A grin slowly spread across his face as he catches up to you.

“Wait,” he holds your hand, pulling you into his chest as he drapes his varsity jacket over your shoulder. You notice he is wearing his gear already. You raise a brow at the action, a bit taken back. Jungkook’s eyes trail down to your chest, where two wet patches lay where your nipples should be. Your cheeks heat up as you recall how Jungkook was sucking on them before this. "Thanks,” you gulp and Jungkook chuckles, taking your hand in his. Just then the door flies open sand Seokjin peeks his head from the door, light pouring in.

“Hey cap, hey Y/N. Hope you guys are done, the games about to start.” He smirks and you roll your eyes. “Right. Um, guess I’ll be going then.” Jungkook grins, unable to control the giddiness he feels and infects your heart too, swelling as he swings your joint hands.

“Good luck Jungkook. Go win it.” You pat his chest. “I don't need luck, I have you here. And a night of just me and you fucking to look forward to.” He quirks a brow with a smug smirk and you smack his chest.

“Whatever. Go.” You usher him out and he laughs, heading for the door. “Oh and Jungkook?” you call out, biting your lips and hugging the jacket closer to your body when he steps out the door. "Yeah?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“I love you too.”

Jungkook tilts his head, a grin that makes your heart race spreading across his features as he pushes himself of the door frame. He nods to himself before turning his back on you and walking out.

What was that? You furrow your brows but you don’t pay much mind to it.

They do end up winning the game, and you should've recognised the look Jungkook had earlier sooner. The look of determination and unmatched prowess, the same look he’s giving you now as you’re sprawled beneath him, completely naked while he is half dressed hovering over you with a devilish grin.

“Tired, sweetheart?” he cocks a brow and you quickly shake your head. You don’t care for the ache in between your legs, you want him even more now. “Alright baby girl, on your knees.” He commands and you quickly scramble into position. He takes his place behind you, wet chest pressing into your back while damp hair tickled got ears when he places a kiss on the top of your glowing shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he breathes into your ear, and you eagerly nod, whimpering when he cups your breasts under you roughly to gain a verbal answer from you.

“Yes, fuck Jungkook I want your cock!” you arch your back to press your behind into him, gasping as his twitching member rubs at your entrance. “Such a needy slut for my cock. Even after I’ve fucked you so good so many times just tonight... tsk tsk tsk,” he shake his head and you let out a strangled cry as his hands trail down and pinches your engorged clit, sensitive from previous abuse. But still you buck your hips into his hand, panting as rubs the button of nerves.

“Please, I can never get enough of your cock, I need it. Please fuck me again- oh Fuck.” You throw your head back, immediately clenching around him as he shoves himself in you with ease, gasping with every thrust while you grip the sheets.

From the reflection of his mirror ahead, you feels yourself grow wetter with time at the sight of him pounding into you ruthlessly from behind, lips caught in between his lips with furrowed brows. But from the corner of the mirror image on the reflection, something glimmering catches your attention.

The gold trophy of today’s victory.

A reminder of how you ended up in this situation not that you were complaining at all.

Also a reminder that tomorrow, and for more than a couple days, you might not be able to make it out of bed or even stand on your own two feet. But you don’t mind. You really don’t.

“Fuck,” you grunt as Jungkook strengthens his thrusts, the bed squeaking while you fist the sheets , mind on the edge of sanity again as his cock pounds into you and bumps your g spot.

This is going to be a long long night.

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