#classes sissy

[misstresslurea]

[archduchessofnowhere]

Hi, same anon who asked about Marie Blank-Eisman’s Sissi novels. Thanks so much for answering my previous question! I also hope the book about Marie is out there somewhere. As for the Sissi book, I know there was a Spanish translation because there used to be a listing for one such book up on abebooks, and I also found evidence of it existing on what I think is a Spanish library website? I think it might still be available in some libraries in Spain, but again I haven’t found any pdf’s or other copies of the book anywhere. I think the Spanish translation of the title was Sissi: el Camino de espinas de una emperatriz and was published in 1958.

Anon thank you so much for the data! I looked it up on the catalogue of the National Library and they have it!!

Now I'm gonna have to make a trip and see if I can read it there.

[nando161mando]

"Protests against the authoritarian regime broke out this evening in Egypt after President Sissi announced his intention to run for a third term."

#Egypt #WTFfascists #Enough

#DirectDemocracy

[rivensisters]

in school the teacher tells me and some other boys to bring some heavy boxes into class, it's the third time she has asked if "us strong boys" could do it. it's always us weird, not-very-masculine boys that get picked for it. I refuse. I share a look with the other boys. they refuse too. the teacher gets mad, but she can't take the unspoken things said in the look away.

I'm on my way home. girls are yelling at me from across the street, asking strange questions, laughing. they think it's okay because they see a faggot. I feel unsafe and keep walking. they don't think of how unsafe they felt the times men have done this to them.

I'm at home. I don't know what a trans woman is, other than it's something they make fun of in the fun-for-the-whole-family movies. but I have found a shady website where they talk about something called a "trap". it's not something to laugh at, it's something desired. the way people there talk about them is uncomfortable sometimes, but I learn about other sites, other words. crossdressers, sissies, femboys, and so on. I cry myself to sleep wishing I could be a pretty feminine boy.

it's later in my life. I have several girlfriends over the years who all tell me every time I do something a man shouldn't do, for example saying no to sex. I think they know I don't want to be a man deep down. one has a breakdown when she discovers a picture of boys in skirts on my phone and makes me tell her I'm not "into that". I'm lying.

I transition. I get the "welcome to womanhood", but I have never felt welcome. I read on the good and proper websites where regular people go that traps, crossdressers, sissies, and femboys are just pretenders, unlike real trans women. I tell the people at the endocrinology clinic that I'm a woman deep inside so they will give me hormones.

I'm lying again.

[jehhskz]

Figure you out

"I could treat you so much better, I've known you forever, figured you out"

pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader x Felix

genre: song fic, smut, romance, and a bit of angst

wc: 19k

summary: sometimes the love of your life's right by your side; inspired by voilà - figure you out

warnings: smut so MDNI!, not a fan of warnings but this one's a little different from my previously ones, so I'll highlight some bits = little food play; fear of heights; toxic relationship; mentions of cheating; M x F x M; light restraining; slightly violence

jé's note: I wanted to read a fic about this song, so I wrote it; if you read this, please be kind, I tried some new stuff here and I hope you enjoy it! and ozzy, thank you for letting me borrow rockstar! jinnie for the festival 🎸

my other fics ♡

“Seungmin, Seungmin, wait!” 

Seungmin heard a faint shout calling for him and he slowed down a little, looking over his shoulder to see you stopping 10 steps behind him, hands resting on your knees and panting, as if you've been running for so long.

“Look, a stray puppy!” Seungmin said playfully when he stopped his bike.

“Go away puppy, my mom told me we can't have any more dogs!” He teased you, waving you off and pretending he was going to leave.

“Seungmin!” Your clenched fists hit on both of your sides and he chuckled.

“Where's your bike?” 

“At my parents, there was some issues with the brake, so my dad will fix it to me”

“Well…” Seungmin raised his wrist and checked in his clock “If I remember correctly, your shift's about to start, so I guess you should be running instead of chit-chatting with me” 

“Or maybe you could be a gentleman and offer me a ride” You held your hands behind your back, nodding your head and swinging your body.

He stared down at you, pretending to think for a moment, then shook his head in a negative way.

“Oh c’mon, I promise to add an extra pump of cream in your coffee” You pointed up, and he shook his head “Two pumps?” One more finger up, one more denial.

“Please, Minnie. I'll give you a whole week of free coffee, please, please?” You held your hands together in a plea.

Seungmin smirked, holding his hand out for you. He helped you sit in front of him on his bike's handlebars. 

“You had me at the begging” He leaned forward, his breath in your neck giving you goosebumps when he said it teasingly.

Your little shiver didn't go unnoticed by him, but he chose not to tease you further. 

“But I still want those coffees” He added. 

“And here I was, thinking chivalry was not dead” You feigned disappointment.

He pedaled the well known path to Sissi’s, the charming café that he visited almost every morning before class since he became a business administration student in Seoul University. But Seungmin's story with you dated way back more than those 3 years, it started in your childhood, when your dad got a new job and you moved to the same neighborhood as him. 

You and Seungmin clicked instantly, time flew as you enjoyed play dates at each other houses, went to cheer for him on his baseball games and he attended all your ballet presentations, as he bought you ice cream to celebrate your first A in your math test, as you shared that awkward first kiss in his house - a moment both chose to pretend never happened, but neither could sleep that night -, when you were saying goodbye. Yeah, you were leaving, your dad got transferred again, but luckily, you'd come back, not as soon as Seungmin wished for, but he was happy when you surprised him with a visit during winter break, and even more happy when you told him you were going to be back for good.

“Here's your coffee, thank you again” You were behind the counter, handing him the cup with the warm beverage with a smile. 

“No problem, puppy” He took a sip of his coffee and a cream mustache appeared when he put his cup down.

You giggled and leaned forward, hand reaching out, he instinctively leaned back.

“Messy puppy, stand still” Your hand touched his cheek gently and your thumb brushed the cream away.

You looked so nonchalantly while doing it, while Seungmin's heart raced when he felt the pad brush so lightly against his upper lip.

He grabbed his backpack and hopped off the bend he was sitting “I should be going, I'll be late for class” 

“Minnie, wait!” You rushed from behind the counter, reaching for him at the door, you handed him a paper bag, the material was warm under his fingers.

“It's carrot cake with chocolate, be careful, just got out of the oven” He smiled and thanked you before turning into his heels. You stood there, watching him go, waving him bye as he turned the corner.

Sam-dal giggled, stopping behind you “So, are you official now?”

“Seungmin and I are just friends” You turned around, heading back to behind the counter with Sam-dal behind you.

“It doesn't seem like it to me” The older one nudged your arm playfully.

“Dal, don’t be delulu. He doesn't see me like this” You both started arranging the pieces of the cake on a plate. 

“If he didn’t, why would he kiss you?” She teased and you cringed, remembering that embarrassing night.

“We were 15, we were curious, I’m sure it meant nothing to him” Sam-dal looked at you with a smile and you continued before she could add any cheeky comment “Wanna know what he said to me, then?” 

Sam-dal nodded, leaning closer and you repeated Seungmin's words “Close your eyes, that’s creepy” 

The brunette laugh was so loud, some customers looked at you two and she apologised.

“I mean… he was right, that’s really creepy” She chuckled, now starting to organize the utensils you use to make the beverages “...but what about that date you’re going with him next month?” 

“The baseball game? It's not a date, his other friends will be there too” You picked the napkins and started folding and piling them up.

“You’re invited too, if you’d like to come”

“Thanks, but I’m not really into baseball” She smiled at a customer who walked to the counter, taking his order and handing him a mini apple pie.

“Speaking of dates… I was wondering if you could cover me tomorrow?” Sam-dal turned and looked at you with big puppy eyes when the customer headed to find a table.

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity and Sam-dal blushed slightly, telling you all about the surprise she was planning for her boyfriend, for their first year together. That was so sweet, so you obviously agreed.

— ♡ —

There was a warning about the storm on TV, but even still, you couldn’t help but jolt, startled every time you heard a thunder. The delicious aroma of coffee and baked goodies lingered in the air, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere inside those creamy walls, such a contrast from the dark and coldness outside.

As you finished cleaning the last table, you gazed out of the window and sighed, the rain started falling heavily quickly, the street was glistening, very few people passed by, running protected by their umbrellas, one caught your attention, it was a boy. 

Standing there on the opposite side, you watched as he struggled with his umbrella, he was losing the battle and you obviously couldn’t hear him, but from his demeanor, you could tell he was mad and frustrated. You left the cloth on the table and walked to the door.

“Hey, you. Come here!” You shouted, waving at him and beckoning for him to walk to you.

The blonde smiled and you stepped to the side, watching him run inside the café, leaving a trail of water behind him, he turned to you, smiling. He was so pretty, with his long blond hair and heart shaped lips, even all drenched it was still like staring at an angel.

“Thank you, I guess the wind was too strong for her” He showed you the broken umbrella in his hands, sighing.

You were surprised, first by his looks and then by his deep voice. 

He realized it and chuckled lightly “I'm Felix, and you?”

“Y/n” You replied with a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Y/n? Such a pretty name for a pretty girl” Felix said casually and you felt your cheeks burn slightly, you told him to wait and quickly disappeared behind the counter.

Felix stood there as he waited, watching you come back with some towels in hand. He thanked you as you handed them to him.

“You must be cold, so what about I make you some hot cocoa?” Your offer made his eyes spark and he accepted right away.

Later you were chatting, passing time laughing and drinking hot cocoa while you waited for the rain to stop. Watching Felix across the table, enjoying his hot beverage, definitely was a great distraction from the crazy storm outside. 

“You work at MGV Technology?” Your eyes widened and you placed your mug down, making Felix chuckle, nodding. MGV was a super popular tech company in the country.

“Ohh, I've always wanted to work there. I've heard being an intern there's great” Your eyes sparked, ever since you started studying IT, you had a dream, and that dream was to be an intern at MGV.

“Yeah, it is” Felix was enjoying your enthusiasm.

“You’re so lucky for doing your internship there, how long until you become a junior?” Your phone buzzed and you looked down, missing Felix's surprise at your question.

Seungmin: are you still at Sissi’s? I'm going to pick you up

You: don’t need to worry, I've got a ride, talk to you later, I'm about to leave now ☺️

“Mhmm, not too long” Felix smiled sheepishly, he watched you stand up and go wash the mugs, yapping about your impressions of how good it must be to work at MGV, he knew he needed to change the chat direction, so he pointed at your phone. 

“Was your boyfriend?” 

You walked back to him and picked your phone, putting it in your backpocket and shaking your head “Oh no, I don’t have a boyfriend” 

“I assume no plans for saturday night, either?” He leaned a little closer, smirking at you.

“Mhmm, it will be a pretty busy day, why?” You side glanced at him. It wouldn’t, but he didn’t need to know that your day would consist of rooting on your couch watching dramas all day.

“I know you'll be busy… but maybe you could add dinner with me to your agenda?” He leaned against the wall, watching you close the café.

You looked up, pretending to think before answering “Yeah, I think it can be arranged”

“So what about I come pick you up at 8?” 

“Sounds great” You smiled, mirroring his action and leaning against the wall. Felix handed you his phone for you to add your number.

Minutes later the uber he requested arrived and the blonde opened the door for you, sliding beside you right after.

—♡—

You looked down, smoothing down your dress for the third time, the black piece suddenly looking too simple for such a place. Felix noticed your insecurity and leaned closer.

“You're looking beautiful” He whispered, his hand resting on your lower back as you walked to your table.

How much does an intern make? Was all you could think about. 

He got you a table with a beautiful view of Han River, you were mesmerized as you took in the sight of it all. It was a very intimate restaurant, with a pianist playing slow music in the center of the salon, the lights were dim, the food was divine and when you looked at the man sitting across from you, wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. 

It was a great night, talking about your lives and interests. Felix told you about his childhood in Australia and his move to Korea due to his dad's work, and if you weren’t too lightheaded from the wine, you'd realize his moving happened at the same year the company was created. 

Your eyes sparkled as you saw the dessert options, ready to ask for the lava cake, when Felix raised his hand up, motioning for the waiter to come and ordering the panna cotta for you to share instead.  

“You should have told me that we were going to that restaurant, I'd dress more properly” You complained, pouting and Felix chuckled.

“I bet you'd look beautiful even if you wear a sack of potatoes” Felix hands snaked around your waist.

“Bet you're saying that just to seduce me” You teased, your own hands making their way to rest on his shoulders.

“And is it working?” He whispered, and in that moment you couldn’t tell if you were dizzy from the alcohol or from the way he was looking at you.

Felix smiled as he watched you close your eyes, humming and nodding. He didn’t make you wait, pressing his soft lips against your own, pulling you flush against his body as his tongue licked the contour of your bottom lip before finally deepening the kiss. 

You felt even more dizzy, intoxicated by the taste of wine and berries, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tight, you moaned against his lips. 

Your little moan made him twitch inside his pants, but he held himself back, for now, painfully detaching from you and watching you close the gate before leaving.

After going to bed, your phone buzzed, you grabbed the device, smirking, thinking he was missing you already.

Seungmin: *sent you a video* silly puppy, you're missing out 

Seungmin: hopefully this will make you feel better, don’t forget to take your vitamins, i don’t want you to spread your germs to me

You smiled at the screen, it was a video from a performance of 3RACHA, your and Seungmin's favorite group. 

You: it did, thank you puppy 💕

Seungmin texted you earlier that he won tickets for their show, but you already had plans with the cute guy from the café, a topic you didn't want to share with Seungmin yet, so instead you lied you got a cold and couldn’t go out. 

— ♡ —

“Seung, what's a tag out?” You casually asked while following him to your seats.

Seungmin turned to face you, raising an eyebrow “You're joking, right?” 

You met his friends at the bleachers, watching the game of his favorite team and not being the biggest fan of the sport, the fun for you was in watching Seungmin's passionate reactions. He looked so cute celebrating, even more cute when a player missed a point. 

“Just wait in here, I'll be right back” Seungmin tapped your shoulder and you nodded, watching him leave for the bathroom's area.

You were waiting in line to greet the players, the first ones would win a signed ball and a picture with them. You were absentmindedly looking around when something, better saying someone caught your attention in the VIP section.

Felix was laughing with two older men, too caught in the chat, it took him a moment to look away and see you, but you weren’t looking at him anymore, the line was walking faster and you were looking if Seungmin was coming back. He smiled and turned back to the men, chatting a little more before politely excusing himself and then disappearing.

You looked back and he wasn't there anymore. You sighed.

“Y/n?” Felix appeared behind you and your little jolt made him chuckle.

Felix was hugging you when Seungmin saw you two, he felt something twist inside him, not just because there was another man hugging you, but because he recognized that blonde head right away. He couldn’t help but find it weird how close you seemed to be with Felix, as he got closer to where you and the boy were standing. 

“Seung, just in time!” You exclaimed excitedly beckoning for him to approach you “It's almost our turn!” 

Felix kept his hand on your shoulder as you introduced them “Seung, this is…”

“Felix” Seungmin didn’t look much friendly as he stared at the boy standing in front of him. 

“Hey Seungmin, what's up?” Felix on the other hand, was all smiles at him.

“You know each other already?” You were surprised, looking from one to another. 

“Yeah, Seungmin's our best intern” Felix grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. 

Then it clicked, Seungmin was an intern at DT9, a sub company from MGV, you remembered, but the word ‘our’ caught your attention. You turned to Felix, the question on the tip of your tongue, when you and the boys got called to greet the players.

While greeting them, the coach appeared, tapping Felix's back like he was meeting an old friend.

“This is Lee Felix, CEO of MGV” The coach playfully introduced him to a player.

“No, not CEO” He corrected the man, chuckling lightly. 

“Just a matter of time son” Another man tapped his shoulder.

You noticed Seungmin's eyes roll when he came by your side, after getting his autograph. 

“It's getting late, let’s go” He tugged at your sleeve, and you nodded.

“Hey, don't leave already, come dinner with us” Felix smiled at your group. 

“Oh Minnie, dinner with the players, let’s go” Your eyes sparked, shaking his arm.

Seungmin didn’t say a word the whole ride to the restaurant, which was weird, because he would always be happily commenting on his favorite moments of the play. At the restaurant, it seemed like he was talking to everyone but you.

And while being distracted by Felix that would occasionally rub your back and give sweet kisses on your cheek, you didn't notice the side annoyed glances of Seungmin towards you two.

— ♡ —

“Darling, you should have told me you’d come for the game. I could get you and your friends VIP entrances then” Felix held you by your waist, standing behind you and pulling you to him after you locked the door.

“That's so awkward, I can't believe I thought you were an intern” You truly were embarrassed for being so clueless.

Felix chuckled, pushing your hair to the side, he leaned down and started brushing his lips on your neck, making you shiver.

“You are used to eating at 5 star Michelin restaurants, and I invited you to go eat street food, oh my God” You whined and he chuckled more, finding your embarrassment very endearing.

“Hey, that dakkochi was delicious” Felix hands slid down and under your shirt, his fingers traced your warm skin, his lips still brushing on your neck, husky whispering. 

“You should have told me…” Your breath hitched when you murmured, feeling him give you small kitten licks now.

Felix turned you to face him and gave you a peck, murmuring against your lips “I'm sorry, darling” 

“You made me look like a fool…” You pouted and he kissed you again, giving your pout a little nibble.

“You didn't look like a fool, darling, it was cute” His fingers traced circles on your waist “Means you liked me, for me, and not for my money” 

“Of course it was for you” You sighed.

“And it's still me, darling. Nothing changed” He decided to shut down your worries, letting his hands slid down to your hips, gripping tighter and pulling you flush against him, earning a little moan from you.

One by one your clothes were being tossed around your bedroom's floor, Felix wasting no time to lay you down and pin you to the mattress, hovering over you. His eyes scammed over your figure one more time, before his lips attacked your neck again, his hands roaming up and down your sides, finding their way to your breasts, as if he was mapping you, learning the sensitive places he could coax more moans and shivers from you. 

His lips trailed kisses down to your collarbone, his thumbs teasing your nipples before he leaned down, circling one with his tongue, before starting sucking, closing his eyes and humming against your soft flesh. Your fingers entangled on his hair, gently tugging at the golden strands, moaning and arching your body against his.

His hard on twitched under his boxers, rubbing slightly against your thigh, instinctively. He kept teasing your other breast with his hand, while the free one slid down, fingertips grazing over your stomach, making you squirm from the tickles until it reached the damp on your panties, pressing his index finger there, rubbing up and down, your hips bucking up seeking for more. 

“Lix…” You whined, he sucked harder on your nipple one last time, before letting it go and going up to kiss you, fully palming you through the lace and hopping harder against your hand that had slid down and was feeling him up too. But that wasn't enough anymore. He reluctantly pulled back from you, to get rid of you both underwear and pick the condom.

You gripped him tight as he entered you, pushing in slowly, hissing, until he bottomed out. Felix kissed you, swallowing your moans as he started moving, slowly at first, angling his hips until he found that sweet spot that would make your sound higher. 

He picked up the pace quickly, his hand slid down your thigh, lifting it up to let him reach deeper inside you. The room was filled with the sound of your moans and his groans in your ear, so delicious after you'd dig your nails on his back. 

“Fuck, y/n!” He groaned, when your walls started fluttering around his cock, gripping him like a vice.

Felix angled his hips again, his hands on each side of your body, pressing more of his body against yours, giving it friction to your clit as he kept pounding hard against you. 

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna… I’m gonna…” You cried out, Felix noticed your shaky legs and his hand reached for your clit, finger sliding so easily, rubbing circles against it.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go” His hoarse voice breathless whispered in your ear, his fingers working fast and his teeth then sinking on your neck, making you scream and fall apart under him, your walls fluttering walls making Felix cum too, sloppIly thrusting inside you a few more times, before he collapsed on top of you.

— ♡ —

Seungmin was caught by surprise when he left his house that morning, not expecting you to be the person rolling down the window of the passenger's seat of the fancy car parked in front of his house.

You honked, chuckling at his surprise expression, watching him walk to you.

“Hey puppy, want to go for a ride?” 

“I thought you couldn’t drive. Where's your bike?” 

“Oh, it's fixed, but still at my parents house. Felix thought it would be better if I drive instead of biking, it's been raining a lot lately” 

Seungmin scoffed. Felix, of course. 

“Isn't he cute?” Your hand ran through the system display “I think I'll call it PuppyM” 

“Don't” Seungmin scoffed again, but you didn't pay attention, admiring the details inside.

“Now… get in, we don’t want you to be late for uni” Your red nails patted the seat, there was a paper bag there too.

“No”

“Oh, come on!” You pouted.

Seungmin shook his head, he was opening his mouth to refuse again, when a thunder startled you both. You smirked at him and picked the little bag.

“Come on, puppy. Hurry up” You said cutely and Seungmin obliged after hearing another thunder, you clapped, happily and gently put the paper bag on his lap.

Seungmin's curious hands pulled each side of the paper, peeking inside and seeing the cinnamon roll delicately wrapped around a baking paper. 

“Thanks…” He smiled slightly, picking the sweet and taking a bite. It was delicious, freshly baked.

You smiled, happy he enjoyed the treat. Then, you turned the radio up and pushed the pedal. 

“Rock station?” Seungmin was surprised, he was expecting Britney and definitely not AC/DC. 

“Yeah, a little change's nice sometimes. Don't you agree?” 

Seungmin just hummed, chewing.

“...but we still can listen to Britney, if you'd like” You winked at him, teasingly.

“Oh God, no!” Seungmin’s reaction made you chuckle. 

“Felix will take me to this music festival, he said I should learn some songs…” You said after some time. He just hummed again, at least it was better than Britney.

“You should come with us” 

“No, thanks”

“Oh please. We aren’t teenagers anymore, it's not like you'll be third wheeling or anything” 

“You can also invite your friends too, maybe a girl you've got a crush on?” You side glanced at him, Seungmin was shaking his head again. 

“Please Minnie… I miss spending some time with you” 

“I don’t think you'd be able to spend time with me, if you’re with him” Seungmin looked away, the rain still heavy outside.

Before Felix, you had only two boyfriends. It didn’t last long and both ended for the same reason: complainings that you didn't care about them, only Seungmin - you wouldn't say this was fully accurate, although yes, maybe you did care a little more about Seungmin, yes you may had prioritized being with him over being with them in some occasions, but that was just you being a good friend and nothing more.

He needed you and you were there for him, just like he’d always be there for you too.

This time through, to avoid being pushed off the same cliff, you decided to act differently, focusing more on the blonde, listening to him, learning about his likes, being what he liked. 

You just didn't think you’d miss Seungmin so much. 

“Text me when you're done? I'll come pick you up, let’s spend the day together, like before” You smiled at him and he didn’t even try to refuse it, nodding slightly and smiling before he left the car, running to not get drenched on his way inside the university.

Seungmin definitely was missing you too. And much more than he would like to admit.

— ♡ —

“Live together?” Seungmin's eyes widened, letting the spoon slide from his fingers and clank against the porcelain plate with the lava cake you were sharing.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, finding his almost cartoon expression adorable. 

“Y/n, are you insane? You barely know him” 

“Minnie, he has been my boyfriend for almost 6 months now. He isn't a stranger” You took a bite of your lava cake before continuing “Plus, it's just for a while, until they fix the roof problem in my place. All this rain getting in, soon enough I’ll be swimming to go through the rooms” 

But Seungmin didn’t laugh at your silly comment, the word boyfriend annoying him. He knew Felix, that boy had a certain reputation, he learned after hearing whispers and cries through the halls.

It was all the same, fancy dates to places Seungmin couldn’t even pronounce, expensive gifts, a romantic getaway if you’re lucky enough… All straight out of a fairytale movie.

Until he would get bored and then go for his new plaything…

Two months, three maybe… but only if you’re lucky again. 

But now? 6 months, and then he got you a car - he had never gone this far before with any of them -, and he wants to bring you to live with him? 

Something wasn't right, he could sense it.

Starting with how you had been looking and acting differently lately, your jeans turned into skirts, sneakers into heels. Hell, even your hair was styled differently too, like you were a little doll being manipulated by Felix's hands. 

He ate another bite, looking back at you, smiling as you savored the cake, with your eyes closed, your eyes sparked so bright when he suggested you split one, it was funny, like you weren't getting any at those fancy dinners with your snob boyfriend.

“But damn, a penthouse? Doesn't he know you're afraid of heights?” Seungmin teased you, throwing a napkin ball at you.

“It's not… that bad” You shrugged and he laughed.

“You fell on your butt and almost threw up after going on the kids elevator” 

“There’s no way that thing was made for kids” You scoffed and Seungmin laughed even louder.

“Seriously… Stay with me” Seungmin suddenly put his hand on top of yours. 

Such a small and simple gesture, so casual, nothing “new”. He had touched your hand so many times before.

So why did your heart randomly jump like that? 

Seungmin gently squeezed your hand, another jump, but you didn't pull your hand back, letting his rest on top of yours.

“Oh Minnie, I appreciate it, but I can’t. I don’t want to bother you and the boys” 

“It's okay, puppy. The boys will be fine, they won’t be bothered by you” 

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” 

“In my room” He shrugged.

“Oh, and you don’t think Chan or Jeongin will be bothered by sharing their room with you?” 

“Ugh, who said am I going to their room? Chan has a girlfriend, that would be creepy and Jeongin snores, I’m staying in mine” He rolled his eyes, waving his hand at your absurd question.

“So we would sleep together?” You asked and Seungmin nodded.

“I don’t know why you seem so surprised, it's not like we never did it before” His words made your eyes widen.

“Yeah, but we were kids at slumber parties!”

“Bring those cute bunnies pajamas and we can pretend we are at one again” Seungmin smirked and you looked at him with surprise, remembering the pajamas you used to wear, your favorite, a cute baby blue pair with white bunnies all over. 

You didn't think he would still remember it. Apparently he noticed something too, because his cheeks suddenly turned into a rosy shade.

“You remember it” You said softly, a little smile appearing on your lips.

“Of course I do, you wore it all the time like you were a cartoon character” He said nonchalantly.

“If I remember correctly, it wasn't me who wore a superman fantasy and made everyone call me Clark Kent for a whole month when I was a child” Your remark made Seungmin’s face become as red as a tomato and you chuckled. 

“Alright, alright. You got me there” He shook his head, embarrassed by the memories you unlocked. He looked so cute, flustering like that.

“Anyway, I don’t think Felix would be okay with it” You pondered.

“Who said he gotta know?” Seungmin teased and then he saw you shake your head in disbelief.

“Oh, come on puppy, didn't he hide the fact that he's the son of MGV's CEO from you?” He continued “Who knows what else he could be hiding too” 

“What do you mean?” You looked at him with concern. 

Great, the seed of doubt was planted. Seungmin struggled to hold back his smirk, he leaned back against his seat. He knew it, if he told you the truth right away, chances were high you wouldn't believe him, plus, even Seungmin was confused by Felix’s feelings for you, so he needed more time.

“Relax, puppy. I'm just teasing you” He offered you a smile “Think about my offer and answer me later, okay?” His gaze drifted away to the games machine area.

“Now come on, let’s see if you’re still bad at Donkey Kong” Seungmin stood up, holding his hand out for you.

Much to Seungmin’s disappointment, your skills upgraded and you won the game, so he was forced to buy you cotton candy and take pictures with you in the photo booth. 

“Stop frowning, it will look like you weren’t happy to be here with me” You chuckled putting a dog’s ears tiara on Seungmin, he tried to dodge you, but it was useless and then you were matching. “Cute puppy!” 

Seungmin groaned and you giggled “A puppy indeed” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but turned with you to face the camera and laughed when you poked his side, just in time for the picture to be snapped. 

“This is silly” He scoffed, looking at you two on the screen, there was different colorful lights creating geometric patterns around you.

“No it’s not, it’s cute” You clicked a few buttons and suddenly the lights turned into pink hearts, the lights inside the booth got dim and you chewed your lower lip, murmuring a little opss, trying to fix it. 

“Wrong button, sorry” Being distracted by the buttons, you didn’t notice the picture that got clicked of Seungmin staring at you. Hearts could be noticed and wasn’t just from the effects.

“Here, that’s better” You finally got the right effect on, there were blue stars floating around now. You smiled sheepishly and he nodded.  

Neither of you wanted that day to end, so you stayed there until it was time to close. Luckily Felix was away on one of his work trips, which meant your phone didn’t buzz once the whole time.

After you drove him back home, you rolled the windows down, shouting for him when he was almost reaching the door.

“Minnie, thanks for today!” 

“Anytime!” He replied with a smile, waving at you.

— ♡ —

Your grip on Felix's arm got tighter as you watched the buttons lightning up one by one, indicating you were going up. You tugged on the collar of your top and Felix looked at you, smirking, he noticed you were bothered, but opted to not say anything, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on the top of your head instead. 

He took your hand on his and guided you into his apartment, which was located in the penthouse of the building. 

Curious eyes scanned everywhere, beautiful paintings of nature hanging on the white walls, some pretty vases, marble everywhere. Your eyes sparked when you saw the TV - so big it felt like you were in a cinema -, then your gaze went to the huge dark blue couch in the middle of the living room and behind it the glass windows from ceiling to floor that took your breath away…

Quite literally…

“So, what do you think?” Felix’s voice behind you made you jolt in startled, you nodded slightly in approval.

“It's… really pretty” You murmured, still gazing outside. Felix hummed and stood by your side, throwing an arm over your shoulder, he smiled.

“C'mon, I wanna show you the view” He guided you to the balcony door. Your feet dragged on the marble floor following him closely. 

“Darling, you're shivering” Felix squeezed your arm gently and you leaned more against him. He noticed you were avoiding looking at the railing, fully made of glass, it had the perfect view of the hills and the dark green trees so full and beautiful under the night sky. 

“Oh darling, you're afraid” He gently pushed you to sit on the lounge chair and sat by your side. It wasn't a question, but you nodded anyway, feeling embarrassed and Felix caressed your cheek with his fingertips, smiling at you.

“Shh, that’s okay” He kept caressing your face, until he felt you relax a bit and lean on your back. His hand slid down your jaw, feather-like fingers tracing your neck and your collarbone until it reached your cleavage, letting his palm rest there, feeling your heartbeat. 

Felix's lips turned up when he felt how fast it was beating, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the height or the little squeeze he gave on your boob, he gave another squeeze, a little harder and smirked, seeing the way you looked at him, he concluded that maybe it was a little bit of both.

“I've got something for you from my trip, can you stay here while I go get it?” He asked softly, still squeezing and caressing, you nodded.

“Good. I'll be right back” He leaned in and gave you a quick peck before standing up and walking back inside. Still sitting, you looked up, shivering as you admired the stars in the sky.

You felt relief when he came back, holding a creamy box in his hands, your heart skipped a beat when you saw the LV's imprinted on the red silk on top. Felix placed the box on your hands and smiled watching you excitedly unwrap. 

“Lixie… it's so pretty” You raised the silk scarf, admiring the delicate red fabric on your hands. 

“I'm glad you liked it” He smiled.

“Liked? I love it” You kept touching it, relishing the softness sliding in your palms, you couldn’t help but hold it against your face, smiling and nuzzling on it like a cat. Felix’s eyes sparked as he watched, an idea crossing his mind.

He leaned forward, kissing you, he could tell you were still tense. He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered.

“Darling, can I try something?” He picked the scarf from your hand.

“What?” You still had your eyes closed when you asked, whispering back. A shiver ran down your body and this time it wasn't from your fear of height.

He gave you another kiss, before whispering again.

“Do you trust me?” You looked at him, staring into his gorgeous chocolate eyes for a moment before nodding, he smirked and you shivered again. 

“Good” Felix started folding the scarf in his hands “If you change your mind, just tell me and we stop right away, okay?”

You nodded and he smiled, motioning a circle with his finger.

“Turn around” His voice was low and you obliged right away. Felix smirked and moved closer to you.

“Close your eyes” His breath sent shivers through your body, when he whispered in your ear.

He gave a kiss on that spot under your ear before pulling away from you, and then you felt the scarf being put in front of your eyes, Felix gently tying it behind your hair.

“Is it too tight?” He whispered in your ear again and you shook your head, shivering once more.

“Good” Another kiss, this time a little lower. 

The quote out of sight, out of mind wasn't completely accurate, you realized, still feeling very aware of where you were, the night breeze felt more intense, giving you goosebumps and when Felix got up and walked away without any warning, you felt compelled to pull the scarf off. 

But surprisingly, you didn't. There was something… alluring about it, fear and excitement entangling together, time passing differently for you, intently trying to hear anything that would give away what he was up to.

“No peeking!” You heard his soft footsteps first, and then his chuckle, when your hands were just about to push the fabric up. They fell on your lap right away.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, and the comment made you clench.

You felt the subtle shift when he sat down beside you, his breathing against your skin and then his soft plump lips against yours. The kiss started slowly, licking on your bottom lip before sucking on it, you hummed, giving space for his tongue to dive in and tangle on yours.

His lips tasted sweet like strawberry, and when he pulled away, bringing something cold and soft to rub slightly against your lips, you noticed that's what he was up to when he was gone.

“Open your mouth, darling” He whispered, the juice of the fruit smearing over your now parted lips. Felix felt his cock twitch when he pushed the red fruit in your mouth, watching intently as you hummed, chewing. 

He kissed you again, this time licking down to your chin, where some strawberry juice slid. His tongue trailed down to your neck and he fed you another one and while he sucked on a mark on your sensitive skin, his hand roamed down, fingertips tracing your collarbones and down to your breasts, teasing your nipple through the fabric of your top.

You moaned quietly, leaning against his hand and he smirked against the lilac shape appearing where he sucked, latching his lips a little under, tongue working on another hickey and hand squeezing your breast, followed by his other hand, who grabbed the other. Felix’s hands slid until they reach the hem of your top, slowly pulling the fabric up until it was off and tossed on the floor, he licked his lips, picking another strawberry and biting half of it, using the other to caress you, starting by your lips, he twitched again, his cock starting to feel uncomfortably restrained inside his pants, his eyes trained on the thin trail of juice the fruit was leaving on your skin. 

“Lixie…” You sighed, hand reaching out and finding his hair, your fingers entangled into the strands, slightly tugging as he licked his way down the glistening trail until his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and biting, coaxing more moans from you. Your thighs squeezed against together, he noticed, placing his hand on one and squeezing the flesh. 

He rubbed the strawberry on your other nipple, and when he left the one he was sucking with a pop, you thought he would suck on that, but instead he blew on the sensitive bud he had his mouth just now and resumed lapping on it. Your little moans and shivers were music to him, he finally moved to the other one, he was taking his time, sucking and licking, letting his hand roam over your thigh, reaching the lace of your panties, he let his fingers slide inside, touching you briefly and making your back arch, your shivers weren’t because of your fear of heights anymore.

“Lixie!” You whined when he withdrew his hand and he chuckled. 

He sat up straight, eyes trained in your figure, taking in every detail. He got rid of his own shirt and it landed beside yours on the floor, hovering over you, his hands on your shoulders pushing you.

“Lay down for me” His voice sounded deeper, and you sighed when your back hit the chair, he kissed you again, hands going to your skirt.

“You look so pretty like this” He murmured against your skin, the skirt was gone, pink lace damped and full on display for his hungry eyes. 

He reached out, grabbing another strawberry, and with his other hand, he pulled the lace to the side, the glistening of your arousal made him smirk. 

You gasped, Felix was dragging the fruit on your folds, pressing it in between gently, coating the fruit, your hands went to the scarf, ready to pull it off, but he noticed it, of course he did.

“Don't!” He groaned and you whined.

“Y/n” His tone was firm and you obeyed, letting your hands fall to your sides.

“Good girl, now just feel it as I take care of you” He smirked, blowing air against your wet pussy, making you squirm.

He bit down the coated strawberry, humming as he savored, you waited to feel his lips down on you, but he went back up.

“Open your mouth” He fed you the other bite and while you chewed, he stood up and got rid of his clothes, he looked down at his hard cock slapping against his lower abs, the pink tip glistening with precum.

“Again” He said, approaching you and entangling his fingers on your hair “Tongue out” 

You shivered in expectation, and he tapped the tip against your tongue, you moaned, starting to lick it before wrapping your lips around it. Felix's grip on your hair got tighter and he pulled your head, making you take more of him.

He moaned, you looked so pretty, so delicate and submissive to him, it was very endearing, he thought, pushing more inside the warmth of your mouth, until your nose was almost touching his hip bone.  

“Damn, you look so pretty like this…” He said under his breath, using all his self control to not pick up speed and face fuck you right there, his moves were slow, but still enough to make you gag when his tip would hit the back of your throat. 

You whined when he withdrew his cock and Felix chuckled “Very greedy, uh” He leaned down, giving you a kiss, before whispering “I'll give you more later, now it's my turn”

Felix lowered down on his knees and spread your legs with his hands on your thighs, exposing your glistening, he licked his lips before diving right in, wasting no time, he started lapping on your pussy, his fingers parting your folds and lips latching on your clit, sucking hard on the bundle of nerves, making you squirm and try to close your thighs that he quickly held down, keeping you open.

“Lixie…” Your little whimpers were like music to him, and Felix knew what you wanted. He grabbed your wrists and put both your hands on his hair, your tug was instantly just like his moan.

His tongue kept flicking over your clit and teasing your entrance. You felt his fingers against your lips, pushing in, until they were being licked all over, he twitched again, using his free hand to stroke his cock a few times, while he withdrew his fingers and pushed them inside you, one and then a second, pumping in and out fast, he had to let go of his length to hold you still.

He suddenly stopped his hand and you groaned in protest.

“Shh, I've got you, darling” He soothed you, giving you a kiss before he stood up.

Felix quickly picked the condom, rolling it down before laying by your side and adjusting you. One of his arms slid under your body and his other hand lifted your leg. 

He positioned himself against your entrance and pushed in, both of you moaning when he started moving.

“Fuck, you're so tight” He groaned in your ear, his hand gripping on your hip, guiding you against him. 

His tongue darted out, licking and nibbling on your neck, while his thrusts started picking up pace, your moans getting louder and your nails digged on his arm, he hissed against your skin.

Felix was going fast, he slid his hand down your thigh, groping the flesh so hard, you knew there would be a mark later. His hand came up to your waist, then to your breast, groping it too, while your walls kept clenching around him.

He kept thrusting hard into you while his hand explored your body, until it suddenly reached the tie he made on the scarf and he pulled it off. You gasped when you felt the fabric loosening up and sliding off, blinking a few times.

“Li… Lixie…” Your voice was shaky and your hand grabbed on his arm. Felix leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“Ride me…” His words made you clench hard around him “I wanna see your face when you come undone on my cock”

When you realized, Felix was already laying down on the chair and positioning you on top of him. You gazed away for a moment and he noticed the way you trembled and not because of him.

He grabbed your chin, gently but firmly making you look at him.

“Focus on me, darling” You nodded slightly, looking at him.

“Good girl” Felix smirked, bringing his hands to your hips and pulling you down on him, making you gasp and almost collapse into him.

He chuckled, holding you tight and guiding your moves, your hands came to rest on his chest and your gaze kept locked on him and his dark eyes admiring you and your body bouncing on top of him.

Being real, it didn’t take long for you to forget about your surroundings, focusing solely on him and the pleasure you were feeling.

“Yeah, keep going. Just like that… fuck” You kept on bouncing on him, and his gaze traveled down to where your bodies connected, he bit his lower lip, his hips bucking up.

“You feel so good, y/n” He noticed your body clenching more, and how desperate you started grinding on him, you were close.

His hands gripped tight into your hips, helping you as he watched you reach your high, crying out his name. Felix kept bouncing your still shaking body on top of him, his own release coming too, and he held you against him, when your spent body collapsed on him.

“You're amazing, y/n” He murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

A little later, already cleaned up, dressed and just for your luck, away from the balcony, Felix was feeding you more strawberries. 

“It wasn't that bad, uh?” He teased you, caressing your hair.

“A little” You grimaced and Felix laughed, ticklishing your side.

“A little, uh? Guess I'll need to take you on the balcony again then”

“Hmm… I wouldn’t complain” You shook your head, giggling.

“Good to know” He grinned, pulling you to him and capturing your lips.

— ♡ —

Seungmin frowned while checking the data for the finances report he was working on. The counts weren’t adding up, he kept clicking and looking for the missing info when the phone rang.

“Hello?” 

“Hey Seungmin!” He was surprised when he heard the deep voice on the other side.

“Felix?” 

“Come to my office, I've gotta talk to you” 

“I can't now, I'm very busy with…” 

“Perfect. See you in 10 minutes” 

Seungmin groaned, not only Felix interrupted him and hung up, he obviously didn't hear a word the younger said.

It was so annoying, Felix probably was screwing up reports again. He did it a lot, but nobody ever dared to say a thing because of his status, so Felix would delete important stuff and people would be forced to work all over again to fix his messes and not earn a single extra penny for it. Damn, that nepo baby.

Two knocks and Seungmin walked in, Felix was sitting on his chair, chuckling, staring at the woman leaning against his desk in front of him. She looked over her shoulder, smirking when she saw him.

“Isabella, this is the boy I was talking about. Seungmin, meet Isabella, our new intern” Felix smiled, introducing the two.

Seungmin smiled, greeting her. She was pretty, he thought, holding back a laugh, if you were here, you'd say she was all fake like a Bratz Doll.

“Ciao, Seungmin” The blonde said in a soft, almost flirting tone. 

“She just came from Italy, and will spend the semester with us” Felix grinned and then turned to her “Could you excuse us? I need to talk with Seungmin now”

“Sure” She stood up and when she was about to leave, Felix called her again.

“Wait just a bit, he will be yours soon” His words made the girl smile. They watched her leave and then, Seungmin gazed at Felix, beckoning at the door with a curious expression.

“What was that?” 

“You'll be working together on the company's new project. You’ll be the leader” 

“The leader?” Seungmin's eyes widened in surprise. He worked on many projects before, but being in this role would be a first.

“Yeah, and that's not even the best part” Felix grinned, leaning forward “Tomorrow, you'll be starting your new position too” 

Seungmin smiled, he even forgot his dislike for the blonde in that moment, accepting Felix’s hug when the older stood up and went to congratulate him. 

Isabella was chatting with Felix’s assistant when Seungmin left the boy's office. She approached him, smiling.

— ♡ —

Seungmin had been busy. 

You knew about it, his new role and the project he was leading… the only thing you didn't was about a certain blonde who seemed to be out and about with him all the time lately. 

“Hi Seungmin, or should I say ciao ragazzo?” Sam-dal teased the boy when he stopped in front of the counter.

You side glanced both, stopping adding the cream on top of the cupcakes. 

“Ciao? What do you mean?” You asked Sam-dal, but your gaze was on him, your eyebrows narrowing.

“Jae-won told me our beloved puppy and his mate went to his restaurant…” Sam-dal giggled, spilling the tea. Seungmin's cheeks turned rosy and he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding looking at you.

“That's why you couldn’t go out with me…” Your murmur was barely audible, gripping on the cream bag in your hand.

“It's not like that, we aren’t… dating” Seungmin said sheepishly. He wasn't dating her, that was true, but yeah she stole a kiss, okay maybe more than just one.

Okay maybe he gave her some kisses too, during their late nights work in the office. 

But at the end of the day? 

It meant nothing to him, as he would still look at the picture of the two of you, inside that photobooth cabin during your arcade date. Your smile was so warm and bright, so different from the way you looked when you posed with Felix, but it wasn't like that mattered, anyway, because you made your choice and there was not much left for Seungmin than to make his own too. 

“Are you sure? He said you two seemed very cozy with each other” Sam-dal teased “Hmm, maybe she could teach us some words, I always wanted to learn italian. It would be so fun, don’t you think, y/n?” Sam-dal turned to you, two seconds after your tight grip on the cream bag became too strong to the delicate plastic, that ripped the end and ruined the cupcake you were working on and got the counter dirty.

“Y/n!” Sam-dal grabbed the closest cloth and helped you clean the mess you made. 

“Oh shit…” You murmured under your breath, looking at the ruined treat “I told Tae-hee the quality of this was awful” 

Seungmin watched it all in silence, a little smirk tugging in the corner of his mouth. After all this time going there and watching you work, he never witnessed such a thing, how ironic it was that it happened now? 

Whatever happened to Seungmin's love life was none of your business.

That was the mantra you kept repeating ever since you saw him making out with a random girl at a party. Time passed and more random's passed on his hands too, but luckily, none of them stayed.

That italian probably wasn't any better than the others. All those bitches, it was insane to you how he couldn’t find a nice girl.

You were too distracted cleaning your mess to notice Sam-dal's look. Oh, she would tease you to no end when he would leave the café. 

But it didn't matter either, you should stop thinking about it. It’s none of your business, and focus on your hot and blonde boyfriend, who texted you earlier saying he was missing you while being busy on his business trip to Australia.

Yeah, Felix was in Australia, but he wasn't exactly busy with work.

He was on another blind date his father arranged for him, taking the opportunity since he would indeed visit the australian company.

It was time to get married, settle down and start a family, his father told him. He was about to assume a big role, people would see him as a reference, someone they could trust with the future of the company. 

Felix wasn't keen with that idea, he didn’t want the party to end, but his father made his wish clear. Then, there was you, so delicate and sweet, interested in his heart before his wallet, he loved how you only got startled by his beauty, by him and not by how many digits he had on his bank account.

But you weren’t ready, like a diamond, you had to be polished, starting with your clothes, then your hair and makeup, and soon your demeanor. He would make sure you'd be the perfect future Mrs Lee, and maybe, he would settle down or he would need to learn new ways to be sneaky. 

His date was cute, he thought. He wouldn’t marry her, but it wouldn’t stop him from letting her have a little taste of what it would be like, if she was down.

— ♡ —

Saturday night, you were finishing the little braids on your hair when Felix came out of your bathroom. You smiled at his figure reflecting in the mirror, he looked so pretty, in an all black outfit, leather pants matching the leather jacket and his neck adorned with silver necklaces. 

“Want to style my hair?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“Of course I do!” You jumped out of your seat, gently pushing him to take your place, making him chuckle. 

Felix grinned, closing his eyes and purring while you separated sections of his hair, gently brushing before making tiny braids on the front, matching yours. You stared at him through the mirror, fighting the urge to tug on his hair and pound on him right there.

You couldn’t attack him now, but it didn't prevent you from tugging his hair when you held it in a ponytail, tilting his head back and surprising him with a kiss that he quickly reciprocated. 

You pulled away and giggled when you saw his lips all smeared with your lipstick.

“In the y/nnie's salon you got the full package, hair and makeup”

“I'm afraid red isn't my color, tho” He said after checking himself.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” You cleared the lipstick off him with your thumb and he chuckled.

You put his hair on a ponytail, leaving some loose strands falling on each side of his face. 

“Can I put eyeliner on you?” You asked when you sat on his lap.

“Is it gonna hurt?” He glanced at you suspiciously.

“No if you stay quiet” You grabbed the eyeliner, waving for him to look up and he obliged, letting you do your thing.

“Alright, that's it” You put the eyeliner down and your heart skipped a beat when you stared at him “Perfect!” 

He smirked, gently pushing you off from his lap. His eyes raked down your figure, you looked good, wearing an AC/DC t-shirt tied at the hem, a black short skirt and black boots. Felix helped you with your necklaces and you were ready to go. 

Seungmin and some of your friends were already there when you arrived, the place was bigger than you imagined, but you managed to get a nice and not too crowded spot to enjoy the bands. Felix made you a playlist for you to learn the songs, and was proud when he saw you dancing and singing along to the majority of them.

Best part for you? Italian wasn't there. You didn't know why, neither did you care to be honest, all that mattered was that you weren’t being forced to deal with her that night. 

And luckily, Seungmin didn’t seem bothered by it either, he was dancing and jumping too, not as energetic as Felix, could anyone be as electric as him? You didn't think so.

But you could tell he was having fun, and it felt good, like the days you used to spend together. 

As the night went on, your head was getting light from the drinks you've been having and your feet were killing you. Wanting to look pretty clearly had its cons. 

“I think I'm going back to the car” You tugged at Felix’s jacket, speaking in his ear.

“Are you alright?” He glanced at you.

“Yeah, it’s just my feet. I just need to sit down a little” 

Felix nodded, grabbing his car's key and handing it to you. Seungmin noticed when you turned and started walking away.

He looked at Felix, enjoying the show, and he rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t leave you drunk and alone here, Seungmin turned on his heels, following you.

And good thing he did!

“Wow, are you alone, baby?” A drunk boy stopped you, his gaze disgustingly roaming down your body.

“I…” You barely opened your mouth to reply, when you felt an arm being thrown over your shoulder, pulling you protectively to his side. 

“Get lost, she's not interested!” He groaned to the drunk boy, who shivered slightly, bowing down and repeating ‘I'm sorry, dude’ as he walked away.

“Minnie…” You smiled weakly, looking at him, still protected by his embrace. He was still frowning, not bothering to look at you, he slid his hand and grabbed yours, guiding you to the parking lot.

It was starting to rain, so you two ran and slid on the backseat. You threw your legs over his and Seungmin groaned, pushing them off. 

“Puppy, please. It’s hurting” You pouted, placing them over him again. 

“Fine, but don’t get used to it” He rolled his eyes, resting his own hand on your boot, his eyes trained on it.

“Why did you wear heels for such an event?” 

“Pretty hurts” You shrugged, looking at your pretty but hurtful heels.

“Puff, silly puppy…” He smacked your leg, making you jolt not from the force - it wasn't hard - but from surprise “You're already pretty without all this” 

It was a barely audible murmur, while he turned to the other side, peeking at the droplets hitting against the window. The rain was getting heavy, he noticed.

You weren’t meant to hear that, but you did. And then you pulled your legs off him, kneeling the seat and scooting closer to him, so close his eyes widened when he turned back to you.

“You think I'm pretty?” You purred, and his breath hitched.

“I… I…” He tried to speak, Seungmin wasn't the type to be speechless, and definitely you weren’t the type to do what you were about to do.

You wanted to blame the alcohol, you wished you had an excuse, any excuse. 

But you didn't. There were no excuses, just an urge that was getting too hard to ignore, burning deep inside you.

It happened too fast, your fingers tugged on his t-shirt - a black, Aerosmith one - crumpling up the fabric between your tight grip and your lips crashed against his, accidentally with more force than what you intended, but Seungmin didn’t mind, cradling your face and angling your head, to kiss you better.

There was thunder, announcing the beginning of a storm outside just like what was happening inside, as you and Seungmin devoured each other. The kiss was messy, urgent, as your tongues entangled with each other, teeth occasionally clashing but none of you cared, nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered, but him.

Seungmin put you on his lap in a swift move, his lips never leaving yours, you were starting to feel dizzy and breathless, but you didn't want to stop, so you whined, when he broke the kiss, whispering against your lips.

“Are you drunk?” He was observing you, he knew the answer, but he just needed to make sure.

“Mhmm” You hummed, shaking your head slightly and then leaning in and biting on his lower lip, coaxing a groan from him when you pulled it before you started kissing him again.

Seungmin’s hands slid from your waist to the tie you made on your shirt, he pulled it off and shoved his hand under, feeling the heat from your skin and how you shivered when his fingers brushed over your stomach.

He broke the kiss again and his lips went straight to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses, he thought about how you’d look with a mark of his and it made his hardening cock twitch.

His hand went to your hair, entangling his fingers on the strands, he firmly tugged your head back, wetting his lips at the sight of your neck, he couldn’t resist sinking his teeth on the flesh, making you yelp. 

The mix of pain and pleasure drove you wild, Seungmin's tongue ran up the column of your neck, soothing his bite. His hand under your shirt went up to your breast, he pulled down your lace bra and cupped your breast, squeezing it and playing with your sensitive nipple between his fingers. 

You rolled your hips against his, moaning when you felt how hard he was and his hand left your hair to go grope on your butt, forcing you against him even more. He cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back, your eyes widened at the sight and now it was your turn, leaving a trail of licks and nibbles on his neck, while your hands roamed down to touch him under his shirt too.

Seungmin kissed you again, guiding your hips as you humped on him, you moaned against his lips, his hands firmly roamed over your body and he was just about to find out how ruined your panties were... 

When suddenly the door behind you opened.

Being so lost in the moment and into each other, neither of you noticed it at first, just when he spoke.

“Oh, look what I've got here” 

“Fe… Felix!” You gasped, pulling away from Seugmin, who scowled when he saw the blonde. Of course he had to appear and ruin the moment.

“Why did you stop, darling? You were looking so cute, desperate humping on him” Felix teased, smirking and you felt your cheeks burning.

“Shhh” Felix waved you off when you were about to start explaining. Hell, how could you even begin to explain this?

You glanced at Seungmin, why wasn't he saying anything? It looked almost like he liked being caught. 

And apparently he did, because when you tried to move and get off from his lap, his fingers digged on your hips, holding you in place.

Felix chuckled, seeing your desperate stare.

“It's okay, y/n. Really, I'm not mad, hell…” Felix chuckled again, shaking his head “I'm not even surprised, to be honest. How long has it been going on?”

“It never happened, I swear, I…” You released yourself off from Seungmin and kneeled to Felix, stopping in front of him, he held you by your shoulders, smirking at you.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His thumb brushed against your smeared red lips, his gaze quickly flew to Seungmin's red lips too, before coming back to you and whispering in a condescending tone  “Wanting us both” 

You were shivering, being this close to him, you noticed his gaze, his eyes were darkening, but not from anger and yes for desire. For some reason it made you shiver more.

Felix wasn't dumb, he noticed the looks, ever since the baseball game. Not only that, but you talked in your sleep, too, and medley in your incoherent rambles was Seungmin's name.

He held your chin, tilting your head slightly back and kissed you, slowly, letting his tongue taste your lipstick. You instinctively kissed him back, for that very brief moment forgetting what just happened.

“Now, go on” He whispered, commanding when he broke the kiss, turning you to face Seungmin “Don't let the prince waiting” 

You didn't move, unsure if your boyfriend was being sarcastic or not, you looked at him over your shoulder.

“But Lixie…” Your voice was weak, suddenly you felt Seungmin's hands on both sides of your face, making you look back at him.

“You heard him, don’t make me wait!” He hissed, pulling you for a kiss. You heard Felix whistle. 

“Wow, look at that kiss!” Felix was excited while he watched you both, he bit his lower lip, feeling aroused watching the way Seungmin gripped on your hair, devouring your lips.

“C'mon darling, show him what that slutty mouth can do” 

Desire fogged your mind and your shaking fingers worked on unbutton Seungmin's pants, your eyes sparkled when you pulled the fabric down to his knees and saw his cock hard and waiting for you, restrained by his boxers. You licked your lips, letting your fingers trace the contour, Seungmin sighed heavily.

You pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard length, you licked the precum from the glistening tip, letting your tongue swirling around it, Seungmin's fingers tangled on your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, he pulled your head slightly, to look at him.

“No teasing” He said through gritted teeth and you nodded, tongue darting out and giving him a big lick before wrapping your lips around it, he groaned, watching you bob your head up and down, each time swallowing more of him.

Felix watched it all intently, his own hand quickly unbuttoned his pants and he shoved his hand inside his boxers, but that wasn't enough, his moves were restricted, he pulled it down, stroking his cock in the same rhythm you moved your head. 

Seungmin guided your head, his tip hitting on your throat, you pulled back up a little, one of your hands massaged his balls and the other stroked him while you kept on sucking the tip.

You suddenly stopped when you felt your skirt coming up, your ruined black lace thongs full on display and Felix palm deliberately touching it, making you moan against Seungmin's cock.

“What? You didn't think I was just going to watch, did you?” Felix chuckled, pressing his finger against the fabric, coaxing another moan from you.

You struggled to keep on sucking on Seungmin's cock while Felix pushed the fabric aside and let his fingers work his magic on your bundle of nerves, before he slid two inside you. 

Noticing your struggles, Seungmin started guiding you again, not harshly, just firm enough, he threw his head back when you choked on it, groaning. 

“That's my good girl!” Felix praised you, resting a knee on the seat, so he could align his cock at your entrance, easily sliding in. 

It took a few tentative thrusts until you found the perfect rhythm, you kept your hand on Seungmin's base, preventing choking on him every time Felix pushed into you, his moves were slow, but deep.

You moaned around Seungmin's cock and he gripped your hair tighter, your hips slapping repeatedly against Felix's, his hand holding up your skirt and your hip, he licked his lips, watching your pussy suck him in every time he thrusted forward. 

Your hand fondled on Seungmin's balls while your tongue kept swirling around the head, sliding all the way down again, licking long strips before putting it back into your mouth. He threw his head back, inhaling sharply. 

“Look at you, such a good slut… pleasuring us both” Felix's tone was low and his thrusts getting harder, you clenched around him, moaning again.

“You like that, don’t you?” He slapped your butt and you groaned “...having the two of us at your feet…” A hard thrust that jolted you forward, making you choke “...stuffing you full” 

Car sex was fun just as a concept, you realized, it was hard to move on the cramped place, Felix angled his hips, reaching for that spot inside you, making you moan louder.

The sounds of the three of you echoed through the small space, your body would be sore in the morning, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was Seungmin's grip getting tighter, indicating he was about to cum and Felix's fingers digging on your hips, your walls clenching around him, your own high approaching too.  

“Fuck… I'm gonna cum” You cried out, your nail digging on Seungmin's thigh. Felix's hand reached down to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

You felt dazy, everything was happening like a blur. It was insane.

You thought you must be dreaming.

— ♡ —

Your eyes fluttered open and you sat up, panting. Your body was sweaty and shaky and your gaze roamed around, taking in your surroundings, you realized you were in your room, by your side your phone was buzzing nonstop. 

You groaned, picking the device and checking the messages and notifications.

New notification: Musical Festival 🎸 today!

Sam-dal: *sent an image* omg this is us 😂

Blondie: I'll be a little late, but I'm coming to pick you up 😘

Seungmin: Why are you asking? Are you jealous? 😏

Seungmin: No, she’s not going 😬

You sighed, relieved, feeling your heart beating fast under your palm. It was just a crazy dream.

After sending the replies, you swung your legs off the bed and ran to the bathroom, your little nap made you late and now you needed to hurry to shower and get ready on time. You picked the same outfit from your dream, only difference was your shoes, in a last minute change, you switched the painful heels for your red All Star. 

Felix looked pretty similar to your dream too, but the difference about him wasn't so subtle: sitting by his side in the car when he came to pick you up was a girl smiling at you.

You hadn't met his family yet, but you knew he had sisters and from a picture on his insta, this girl clearly wasn't one of them. 

“Hi, I'm Si-an!” She greeted you, getting off the passenger seat. You smiled at her and introduced yourself too, trying to be polite.

Maybe she was a cousin.

Felix looked at you smiling and tapped on your thigh when you took the passenger seat. 

“You're looking beautiful, darling” He noticed the curiosity in your gaze and chuckled “Si-an's the daughter of a coordinator of the company, she came to visit” 

“I'm from Sidney” Si-an said to you.

“Oh, I'd love to visit there” 

“We can go when your classes are over, darling” 

“You're gonna love it there” Si-an added and you hummed, checking on your phone. 

Luckily the drive to the festival wasn't too long, you were feeling a little off in the car, and couldn’t put a finger on what it was. You felt relieved when you saw Seungmin by the gates, waiting for you and the others. 

It felt weird to be around Seungmin after dreaming of fucking him, you'd steal glances of the brunette, feeling butterflies everytime he would smile or simply sing along, so pretty… and then you'd feel bad… 

Felix, your boyfriend, was right by your other side, looking so cute jumping and singing and looking so different from his usual self, you could tell he was having fun, and it was great to see him loose up. But the feeling something was wrong, was still lingering inside you. 

— ♡ — 

You were hypnotized, staring at that singer, your eyes glued on stage not even blinking, because you didn't wanna miss a thing, he was laying down on his back and everytime he would buck his hips up, moaning and humping the air, all the girls - and some guys too - would scream. 

You didn't even notice Felix and Seungmin's scowls and annoyed murmurs about him. And you whined when Felix covered your eyes, quickly pulling his hand down and making Si-an laugh when you ran from him, going to stay closer to the stage, she followed you, staying by your side and in that moment, trapped by the singer's charms, you forgot about everything and you giggled with her, both drooling over the hot vocalist.

He got up and your heart almost stopped when he kneeled down in front of you, picking something from his back pocket, you watched him intently. He was even more hot up close, with his shaggy black hair and pretty plump lips that held the handle of the lollipop. 

You held back a scream when he leaned forward, indicating for you to pick the lollipop with your mouth. And much for your boys' distress, you did exactly this. 

“Y/n, enough!” Felix pulled you by your waist, dragging you back again. 

“But Lixie, what about my celebrity free pass?” 

“It's only available for Shawn Mendes” 

“But he's on the USA”

“Exactly!” He scoffed, glad when he saw that the band's performance was ending. 

“That's not fun” You pouted, turning back to the stage direction and Felix made sure to hold by your waist, so you wouldn't try to escape again. 

“Y/n? Let’s go to the restroom?” Si-an touched your arm.

“Oh, sure” You held her hand and you both walked through the people, looking for the right door.

After you both left the stalls, you watched Si-an fix her makeup, and she turned to you with a smile.

“I like your style” You commented, admiring how she turned an extra large Guns N’ Roses t-shirt into a makeshift dress. 

“Oh, thank you. I like yours too” Si-an smiled, putting her lipstick back on her purse.

“So, I noticed you ignored that cutie who tried to flirt with you, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked casually, fixing your hair.

“Kind of… We aren’t official yet, but I think we are making some progress” 

“Hmm, that’s nice” 

“Yeah, he's very busy with his work, but it’s okay, he always take time to take me out and make me feel special” 

You hummed “Just like me and Felix. He's very busy too, I was afraid it wouldn’t work out, but we've been together for quite some time now” 

“Oh, I know” You looked at her with curiosity and then Si-an sheepishly smiled.

“He told me, while we were driving to your house”

“Oh… alright” You nodded, opening the door. You held your hand out for her to take it and you two made your way back to your friends.

— ♡ — 

“WOOO, GO ON, RUIN HIM!” 

“STRIKE AGAIN, GO GO!”  

“DON'T LET HIM ESCAPE!” 

Random men were excitedly shouting, a fight broke down and it surely had to happen just where your group was hanging. You sighed, some of your friends were shouting too, you ignored them, knowing they were just silly boys who enjoyed this type of thing. You looked around to see if you could find Felix or Seungmin for you to find a new spot to enjoy the rest of the show.

Your eyes didn't believe what they saw, when some of the excited boys stepped to the side, giving you a glimpse of who was fighting.

“OH MY GOD, NOT ON HIS FACE!” A girl screamed beside you, after Seungmin just punched Felix's face.

For a second, you froze in place, not knowing what to do, the boys were fighting on the floor, Seungmin was on top of Felix when you first saw them, but then Felix flipped them and was straddling the brunette, who was covering his face with his arms, trying to shield himself from the blonde's punches. 

“NOT ON HIS FACE EITHER, OH MY GOD!” 

“CLEAN FIGHT, GUYS” 

You barely processed the screams from the girls by your side. Your heart sank and you felt dizzy, you screamed when he hit Seungmin, it felt like the air was taken out of your lungs. 

Where was the security? Why was nobody doing nothing to stop it?

“FELIX, STOP, STOP!” You screamed, trying to step closer to them. Felix looked up at you and in his little moment of distraction, Seungmin kicked him off of him and he pounced on Felix again, you were about to scream for Seungmin to stop, when Si-an appeared behind you.

She had stopped by the bar to get some drinks when you came back.

“Oh no, babyyy!” She screamed when she saw the thin trail of blood running down Felix's now cut eyebrow.

Baby. She called him baby. 

Your stomach twisted and suddenly the world stopped. 

You had no idea how the boys fight ended, it all happened in a blur because the last thing you remembered was your hands gripping a fistful of Si-an’s hair by both sides of her head and shaking her head to all directions really hard, your nails digging and for sure hurting her, from the way she started crying and screaming for you to let go, barely keeping up her balance, her drink being all splashed around.

You felt arms wrapping around your waist and you were lifted up like a feather, being detached from Si-an, there were some strands of her hair still on your hands. You saw her being lifted like you, and you kicked in the air, trying to hit her, she also tried to hurt you, but the security men made sure to keep a safe distance between the two of you.

— ♡ —

They didn't care about the rain pouring outside, you two got kicked out of the venue like it wasn't nothing. You watched them closing the gates again, you turned to Si-an and stepped to fight her again, and she took some clumsy steps back.

“Y/n, y/n, wait. Stop, let’s talk” Felix held you like the security man did, and you reached your arm out, grabbing his hair now and pulling hard. 

He whined loudly and let you go. But it gave time for Si-an to be gone and hide God knew where.

“Y/n, please, listen to me…” 

You turned to face him, panting from all the anger. 

His face turned to the side and his hand touched his red and stinging cheek after you slapped him hard.

“Y/n” Felix looked at you with shock, he couldn’t believe you did this to him.

“I hate you!” You spat, fists closed smacking against his chest “Don't ever get near me again!” 

You gave him one last punch, too bad it was raining, it wasn't like you were actually hurting him. Nevertheless, it felt good to let your anger out. 

Your tears were mixing with the rain, you turned on your heels and started walking away, ignoring your ex boyfriend calls for you.

Seungmin went right after you, he was calling too, but you ignored. Your mind was a mess, you were soaked, wishing you could simply disappear, hugging yourself in a silly attempt to protect you from the cold water.

“Y/n, wait!” He gripped on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Leave me alone” You whined, trying to wiggle from him, but his grip just became tighter.

“No, I'm not leaving you!” His tone was as serious as his gaze. A silent order when he let go of you: don’t you dare to walk away.

You didn't move, crossing your arms in front of your body, both shivering from the cold rain, it took you a little before you spoke again.

“You knew it, didn't you?” 

“What? No, of course not” 

“If you didn't, then why were you fighting Felix?” You gazed at him, not believing his words.

“He… started flirting with another girl, when you walked away with Si-an” Seungmin fists clenched remembering, you scoffed, this situation just kept getting worse.

“So you really had no idea about Si-an?” You pressed and from his expression, you realized, he knew. A long frustrated sigh came out of your lips.

“Y/n…”

You turned around, about to walk again, but he stopped you once more, coming to stand in front of you, his hands resting on your shoulders, but you pushed them away.

“Please, listen to me”

“You betrayed me too” It hurted, maybe even more than what Felix did. Damn, much more than Felix, that was for sure, Seungmin was your best friend, the person you loved the most, how could he keep you in the dark like that?

“No, I didn’t… I…” Seungmin tried to find the words, but it was hard to think at that moment. 

“You knew it and you didn’t say anything. You let him fool me” 

“Y/n, I know I hurted you too, and I’m sorry, but I didn’t know about Si-an” 

He tried to explain, he wanted to. You gazed at him with confusion.

“Didn’t know about her? What do you mean? This doesn't make any sense” 

“Listen…” He grabbed your hand, looking into your eyes and gripping your hand when you tried to pull it back “Please, just listen to me” 

You sighed, you didn't have much option, so you nodded, the sooner he ‘explained’, the sooner you could finally go back home and forget about this damn day.

“So, Felix…” And then, Seungmin told you all about the fancy dates, the cries in the corners and the two months rule too. He told you it all, and your heart shrank even more, you couldn’t believe that a boy who looked like an angel could do such a horrible thing.

“You knew it all…” You murmured and Seungmin nodded “...you knew it from the start and still, you didn't warn me” 

Seungmin could feel your hurt and it was breaking him too. He nodded, sighing.

“I know, I know, I was wrong, but I also know you, y/n. You wouldn’t listen to me” 

You wanted to protest, but deep down he was right, you wouldn't.

“You'd say I was just being jealous…” You nodded, all this time you thought the reason Seungmin didn’t like Felix was because dogs and cats didn't get along. 

“And I thought he had finally changed…” Seungmin's voice got low and you saw the hurt in his eyes before he looked down “I thought he changed and you were so happy… but in the end, you were the one who was changing” 

Your lips trembled and it wasn't because of the cold rain pouring merciless on you two. You took a step closer to him.

“Minnie…” Your arms wrapped around his neck and he hugged you back, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close to him.

“I just wanted for you to be happy, y/n” He murmured, his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“I love you…” You whispered, so quietly he wasn't sure he heard you right. Seungmin lifted his head, looking into your eyes, searching for signs he didn’t imagine it.

“Aren't you going to say it back?” Your chin trembled again, your voice still barely a whisper. You thought he secretly loved you all those years, you liked to believe that, but why wasn't he saying back? 

And he didn’t. Instead, his hand came up to the back of your head and the other held your waist tightly as he leaned forward, kissing you. 

It was gentle at first, but you swore you could hear the fireworks exploding inside you. He kissed you slowly, fingers gripping into you, holding you tight as if he was afraid you'd disappear, that you'd vanish away in the rain. 

“I love you, puppy” He kept his grip when he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, the cold water not bothering neither of you. You smiled, kissing him again and this time, he bit on your lower lip, wanting to deepen the kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth when your lips parted and you felt your heart race.

You held him tighter too and it was like the world around you disappeared, your tongues entangling, his body pressed against yours, the way he kept pulling you onto him almost like he wanted to merge you together, it was all surreal, like a dream. But this time you weren’t dreaming, it was real as he kept biting into your lower lip, making you gasp, as your clothes clinged into your bodies, completely soaked, as not even the pouring rain could put out the fire within you.

— ♡ —

Entangled in a mess where it was almost impossible to tell where you ended and he started, Seungmin blindly guided you inside. Safe from the rain, your new challenge was to make your way in without breaking anything and of course you failed, barely a minute after, when you accidentally stumbled against a vase, no, it was actually two, a cute matching pair that now was broken into pieces on the ground. 

The loud thud made you two pull away, panting, Seungmin's eyes widened looking at you “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah” You nodded and he smiled, wasting no time in kissing you and gently pushing you to walk again, leaving the shards scattered behind. 

“Clumsy puppy, don’t walk around breaking my girlfriend's stuff” He playfully scowled at you and you were sure you could drop dead there after hearing the word girlfriend. My girlfriend. 

You were Seungmin's girlfriend. You wished somebody could pinch you, but instead, he was kissing you again, not giving you time to say anything other a breathless sigh of his name when his lips trailed down to your neck and his hands slid under your shirt, the fabric being discarded, starting a trail of your clothes, piece by piece getting discarded all the way to the bathroom. 

Seungmin turned the water on, not bothering to wait for it to warm up before pushing you under it, he followed right away, your shivers didn't last long, it was impossible to be bothered when you had his hands sliding to your hips and he pulling you flush against him, kissing you again. 

His breath hitched when he pulled back, looking into your eyes, seeking for permission while his fingers hooked on the clasp of your bra. A slight nod, parted lips humming and the little flimsy fabric was pulled away, your cheeks burned and Seungmin smirked, admiring the swell of your breasts, his hands came to hold them.

“You're so beautiful, puppy” He gave your nipples a pinch. A whine came out of your lips and you felt a jolt of arousal run down to your middle. 

“So beautiful…” He pinched again before caressing the sensitive buds with his thumbs.

His gaze was locked with yours when his hands caressed down your body, squeezing your waist and letting one of them slide inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction when he noticed your arousal. 

Your legs parted more when his fingers brushed against your folds, pushing between them and teasing your clit, he leaned in and started nibbling on your neck. Seungmin always imagined what your moans sounded like, but he never thought it would be so good as his name rolled off your tongue. 

He pressed his strained cock against your thigh, slightly rubbing against your flesh. Damn, he was so hard, you couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, hearing a delicious groan of him against your skin when you palmed him through his boxers, you gave it a squeeze, and you hissed from the pain when he bit down on your neck and he licked the spot that would turn into a mark soon. 

Marks. He licked his lips, admiring your skin, his eyes darkened up even more, he wanted to mark you everywhere, make sure you knew who you truly belonged to.

Starting by the end of your neck, going to your shoulder, his lips sucked on your skin, licking and nibbling nonstop while he kept rubbing your clit, it was a mix of pain and pleasure pushing you to the edge with such easy that actually surprised you, the way his other hand roamed over your body, groping and caressing every part as if he had you all figured out. 

He did the same to your collarbones, and ended with a last mark, a hickey right above your heart, that one hurt and you whined, again, Seungmin slowly licked it, as if soothing the stinging away, before he trailed kisses up again.

His teeth grazed over your skin, in that sensitive spot under your ear, fingers hooking on your panties sides, you felt your heart speeding up in anticipation. He lowered down, taking your panties with him and kneeling in front of you.

“Minnie…” You sighed, watching him intently, the desire in his eyes when he looked up at you made you shiver, he leaned forward, his lips almost touching your middle, he held your thighs, keeping them parted for him, his tongue poked out, so so close.

Until he stopped and pulled back, looking up at you. You stared down with curiosity and a bit of frustration, your eyebrows narrowing down.

“Minnie…”

“What's wrong, puppy? You want something?” He smirked while caressing your thighs, watching you nod.

“Hmmm…” He pretended to think for a moment, it was brief, but for your needy pussy, it felt like forever, and then he spoke “You know what? I don’t think you’re deserving it” 

Your groans of protest made him laugh.

“What? Don’t you think you haven’t been a bad puppy?” He gripped your thighs and you shook your head, although you knew that he was right. He chuckled again, shaking his head.

“You know… I think you need some punishment for that” His words had an undertone of playfulness in them, but the humor didn't meet his eyes. Nevertheless, you were surprised when he leaned in again and licked a long stripe, your legs slightly shook and he held them in place, opening for him to enjoy his feast. 

Every moan motivated him to keep going, his tongue licking and flicking, it was crazy how fast he found the pace and way that made you see stars. He sucked on your clit, circling it, letting his tongue lap it all, his gaze locked with you, watching your every reaction. He reached down and pulled his boxers down, his cock was throbbing and desperate for attention, so he stroked it lazily, while his mouth worked on you.

You were starting to shake and your moans getting louder, oh you were so close, just a little bit more, one suck and then he suddenly stopped, pulling back and chuckling from your frustration whine.

“Minnie, what the…” 

“Not yet” He smirked, letting his fingers graze over your slick, so subtle and when you arched your hips he pulled back, repeating his words and shaking his head.

Your whine had no effect on him, as he still took his time to resume his activities, now bringing his fingers along, dragging them all over, coating them before he pushed one inside you, tongue flicking over your clit as he pushed in and out a few times, adding a second one and picking up speed. 

“Hmmm, puppy… you taste much better than what I Imagined” He admitted, barely pulling away and your head spun around. He had been thinking about you, about you and him… Like this, you clenched around his fingers and he smirked, looking up at you, licking faster.

“Are you close?” He smirked, it was a rhetorical question, he knew you were, clamping around his fingers, your legs starting to shake, but when you nodded and was almost there, he stopped again.

“Minnie!” You hissed through gritted teeth, tugging on his damped hair and he groaned, but didn't give in, he edged you again and again, until you were almost crying. 

“Minnie, please” You cried out.

“What do you want, baby?” He teased, curving his fingers inside you and you moaned, but didn't say and he pressed against “You know, if you want something all you have to do is ask for it” 

Noticing he was about to withdraw his fingers, you scoffed, giving in.

“Please, Minnie… let me cum, please” 

“What a needy puppy, aren’t we?” He teased, as if he didn’t just twitch and were struggling to hold back his own release. 

“Come on puppy, make a mess for me” He flipped his tongue over your bundle of nerves, fingers curling and touching on the right spot, you melted on his tongue and suddenly you felt it coming out of you, Seungmin pulled back, his fingers still inside you as he watched it all in awe, your trembling body, your cries of his name, your essence splashing out and you barely comprehending that you were squirting. 

“Oh my God, it… it…” You tried to speak, still panting and shaking.

“It was incredibly hot” He stoop up, holding you by your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. He gave your temple a kiss “You did so good, baby…” 

“I… I've never done it before” Your confession sent Seungmin to the moon, he tighted his hold on you “I didn’t think it was possible, I…”

“You are amazing, baby” He kissed you deeply, and you felt his cock brush against your thighs and you both moaned. You were still in a daze state when you broke the kiss, reaching down to touch him.

“Let me make you feel good, too…” You pleaded in a whisper, stroking him and pressing your body against his “...I want you to fuck me”

In another moment the chances of feeling petrified after saying such a thing for Seungmin would make you wanna dig a hole and hide, but now, still feeling the after shock of your climax, you didn't even remember what the word embarrassment meant.

“Puppy, that’s okay, we don’t need to do it no…” He started saying, but you shut him with a kiss, you knew what he was about to say.

“That's okay, I trust in you” You said, caressing him and he twitched “Please, Minnie, I need it now, please…” 

He let out a groan and turned you around, you squealed in surprise, your hands rested on the cold tiles and your head tilted forward. Seungmin held your hip with one hand and with the other he guided his cock to your entrance, he leaned closer, whispering in your ear.

“You're mine, now” He pushed in one swift move, hissing and you moaned, feeling him stretch you out. 

“This pussy is mine…” He groped tight on the flesh of your ass and then smacked it, making you yelp “Every inch of this body is mine. You're all mine” 

It was like something switched inside him, his thrusts were deep and fast, his grip around you hard, keeping you in place while he slid in and out of you. Maybe he needed it, to keep him grounded, to prove to him that he wasn't dreaming, maybe he was always like this. That was something you'd find out and the idea of it gave you butterflies. 

“I'm yours, all yours… Minnie” Something switched inside you, too. As you kept rambling those words between your moans, and it felt great, belonging to him, finally, you felt his hand travel over your wet body, his hand sliding up, exploring without destination, but loving to stop by your breasts and giving it squeezes.

“Fuck, baby, you're so tight” Seungmin groaned as your walls kept clamping around his length, and his comment only served for you to do it harder, instinctively, driving him wild.

“Shit, y/n!” He pounded hard, entangling his fingers on your hair, he pulled your head, not too hard, just enough to make you turn to him and he gave you a sloppy kiss, swallowing your moans. Your skin slapped against each other in wet and loud sounds and his name kept rolling off your lips in desperate cries.

He angled his hips, his thrusts got a little slower but still reaching deep, he could feel his balls were tighten up and he was about to cum soon, but he needed you to do it one more time. 

And you were so close again, your legs starting to feel like jelly, you were glad he was holding you and keeping you in place, otherwise you were afraid you’d melt right away. Your moans getting more desperate, more needy.

His hand reached around you, fingers brushing against your clit while he kept fucking you hard. His lips found your shoulder and he started kissing and nibbling on your skin.

You trembled and came on his cock, walls clamping around him so hard, he almost came inside you. It was close, too close and dangerous, but he managed to pull out in record time, despite your whines rambling and he let it spill on your butt. 

“I love you, puppy” He whispered against your shoulder, placing a soft kiss there, panting, smiling weakly and completely satisfied.

�� ♡ —

The insistent buzz of your phone woke you up, after blindly seeking it you found the device on your bedside table, picking it up, you grimaced when you saw the notification: 10 missed calls from Felix, plus 50+ messages you were sure the majority probably came from him. You groaned, not believing his audacity and that you forgot to block him.

Well, you had a good reason to forget and when you turned to the other side, you couldn’t help but smile, gazing at reason's back, peacefully sleeping. 

It wasn't a dream, Seungmin in your bed and your slight sore core was proof of it. You scooted closer, giving his bare back a sweet little kiss, whispering good morning against his warm skin. He didn’t reply, just moved, very subtle and you scooted away again. 

After checking the time, you decided it was better to go get lunch ready instead of breakfast, so you swung off the bed, tiptoed your way to the bathroom, got back and dressed into sweatpants and an old t-shirt and headed to the kitchen. 

You put your favorite 2000's playlist on, volume down to not wake Seungmin of course, just to set a nice mood while you danced around the kitchen, picking the pans and ingredients to cook a delicious meal for your boyfriend, Seungmin…

You giggled, talking to yourself, he was your boyfriend now! 

Who'd ever thought? Well, if you asked anyone of yours and Seungmin's circle, they wouldn’t be surprised.

But it was funny, until he’d wake up, then you were afraid it could be a little awkward. 

Chop, chop, chop, cutting the vegetables in cubes, humming to a Britney song, swanging your hips, you were oblivious to Seungmin leaning on the door frame, watching you with a smile. 

That was his puppy. The old you were back.

He walked to you and hugged you from behind, which made you jolt in surprise.

“Oh my God, Minnie!” 

He laughed, resting his head on your shoulder and gently lowering your hand that was holding the big knife down “Wow wow, careful here” 

“Consider this your warning, you better behave!” You said playfully, cutting a carrot at every word you said and he laughed.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I'll behave” He reached over, picked a piece of cheese and popped it into his mouth.

“Enough” He said, clicking the button and changing your playlist to the radio station.

“Minnie!” You protested and were about to put it back, when the doorbell rang. You gazed at each other.

“Oh, I think it’s my grocery shop” You walked over there, absentmindedly still holding the knife in your hand, your mouth fell agap when you opened the door.

“Felix?” You froze in place for some seconds, before pushing the door to close, but he put his feet in the way, interrupting you.

“Y/n, wait! Let me talk to you” He held the door open when you forced it to close again.

“I've got nothing to talk with you”

“Baby, what's wrong?” Seungmin walked out of the kitchen and stopped on track when he saw Felix there, his expression changed right away.

“You gotta be kidding me” Felix murmured under his breath, rolling his eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to y/n” Felix shrugged nonchalantly.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you”

“Were you cheating on me?” Felix turned to you, ignoring Seungmin.

“What? You're kidding me, right?” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth in surprise, that was the biggest bullshit you've ever heard.

“You accused me of cheating, but here you're with him, not even a day later” He pointed at Seungmin and the brunette took a step forward.

“Want another punch for your eyes to match?” But you held his wrist, not wanting to watch part 2 of their fight. Felix had a cut on his eyebrow and a lilac shade around his eye.

“I've got every right to think so, plus I'm pretty confident I'm right” He gazed at Seungmin and continued speaking in such confidence that you could only think of kicking his ass straight to the mental hospital.

“Fuck you, you know that’s not the truth!” You shouted and what he said next made Seungmin’s blood boil.

“Okay, let’s pretend you’re right, but I saw the way you looked at him, the way you talked about him” Felix looked from Seungmin to you “Be honest, y/n, was just a matter of time before you spread your legs for him”

It happened in a flash, Felix stumbled back when Seungmin punched him, soon enough would be giving the blonde the purple match he promised. Felix touched where he hurt, groaning. Not satisfied, Seungmin grabbed Felix by his shirt’s collar, ignoring your shouts for him to stop and pressed the elder against the wall.

“Don't ever talk about my girlfriend like that again” He said through gritted teeth and Felix groaned, trying to push him off but unsuccessfully.

“Hey, you two! Stop now, or I’m calling the police!” Screamed a lady who just got out of her house, you recognized her, Mrs Cho, the sweet ‘grandma’ of the neighborhood and also the gossip queen, she narrowed her eyebrows and stared at you with annoyance.

“And you, y/n what are you planning to do with that knife? Put that away!”

The object felt heavy in your hand, reminding you were still holding it. You lowered your hand down, Seungmin let go of Felix.

“Now leave” Seungmin hissed and went back to you.

“Poor thing, c'mon. Let me help you” She walked to Felix, holding his arm and bringing him with her. You rolled your eyes, judging by the stare she threw at you before passing by her gate, it wouldn't take long until her group chat learned how you and Seungmin were threatening the angel boy.

“I can't believe his audacity to come here” You complained, plopping down the couch followed by Seungmin.

“Shh, it's okay now, love. He won't dare to bother you anymore…” He pulled you to lean against his chest and kissed your head, you hummed, embracing him.

— ♡ —

“I don’t wanna go home, I don’t wanna go home…” You kept drunkenly singing while Seungmin carried you out of the venue, he chuckled, slapping your butt.

“Time to go back, puppy”

“Nooo, one more. They will come back for one more” You slurred and he laughed again.

“They already did 4 ‘one more’, now it's time for you and them to go home”

“That's not fun” You pouted, being put down on the passenger seat by your boyfriend, he gave you a kiss after fastening your seatbelt.

Seungmin got a raise and now he was an accountant at MGV, you got a new job as an intern at District 9 Co. a big tech company, and you two had been pretty much inseparable since that rainy night, two years ago. You just went to the new tour of 3Racha, your favorite group and were heading back to your and Seungmin’s place.

He barely had time to lock the door before you were all over him, his hands held you by your waist and he guided you to your bedroom with his lips locked on yours, learning your lesson from the last times, you made sure to not let anything fragile visible or settled in low places, successfully reaching the room with no broken vases, Seungmin’s fingers rolled around the scarf you were wearing.

That Louis Vuitton scarf.

“You looked very pretty tonight…” He whispered, lips trailing on your neck, peppering little kisses on the sensitive skin, making you purr.

He pulled the scarf off and looked at you “But I bet I can make you look even prettier”

You leaned on your elbows and raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a smirk “How so?”

Seungmin smirked back, his hands pulling up your top and then working on taking your jeans off. The pieces got tossed somewhere and he licked his lips as his eyes roamed down your body, admiring the red lingerie, his cock twitched inside his pants.

He kissed you again, tongue slowly swirling with yours, hands caressing your sides and squeezing your hips, he loved how you'd squirm and arch against his palms. Seungmin grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands off of his hair and holding them together, he kneeled in between your legs and grabbed the scarf, after a quick glance at you, receiving an approval nod, he put the scarf around your pressed wrists and tied it up.

“It's it too tight?” He shoved a finger inside the space between the fabric and your skin, checking. Then he got the knot tighter.

You shook your head and he kissed you again. You tried to touch him, but groaned when you lifted your hands and noticed that wouldn’t be possible.

“Not yet, puppy. Let's have some fun, first” He teased you, biting down your lower lip and earning a moan.

He held your wrists about your head and gave it a tap, for you to stay like that while he took his time kissing your body, teeth lightly grazing against your sensitive spots, making you melt. Your bra was gone at some point and he kissed and sucked on your breasts, placing his leg between yours, he started pressing against your core, he pinched your nipple while his tongue swirled around the other, your moans sounding like music to him.

He licked his way down your stomach, and you grabbed on his hair when he pulled your panties off and dived into your heat, licking all over before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves.

You moaned, pulling his strands, he gazed up at you, tongue darting out and flicking over, teasing you, his fingers encircled your entrance slowly, coating the pads before pushing inside. He thought you looked so beautiful, arching up, lips parted calling out his name while he pumped his fingers in and out of you while sucking on your clit.

“So good, Minnie… Don't stop”

Your hips bucked up, seeking for more, that tight feeling building up on your lower stomach, you were close and he noticed it, sucking more, preparing you for him, feeling how you clamped around his fingers.

“That's it baby, let it go for me” He curled his finger, caressing your sweet spot and still licking your clit. It became too much, and with a strangled cry out of his name, you came all over his lips and fingers.

The pull on his hair hurt, but he ignored it, still lapping at you as you came down from your high. His cock hurt too, confined under his clothes, desperate to be buried inside you. The thought of it made him groan and he pulled back, quickly getting rid of his clothes, a sigh of relief escaping his lips when he let his boxers pool down his ankles.

Your legs spread at the sight of him pumping his length and coming closer to you, clenching around nothing, he groaned.

“So beautiful…” He towered over you, putting your arms up again “So mine…” With a kiss, he pushed himself inside you in one swift move, swallowing your gasp of surprise.

“Forever yours, Minnie” You whispered after breaking the kiss and he started moving, using his free hand to support his body, thrusting slowly but deep inside you.

“That's right, forever mine, puppy” He punctuated each word with a thrust, each gasp and moan from you reminding him that it was real, you were his and would forever be this way.

He kissed and bit down your neck while he picked up the pace, letting go of your wrists and holding your hips down, keeping you in place. Not resisting the urge to have him close, you lowered your arms around his neck, making him chuckle.

“Clingy puppy…” He joked, kissing your lips.

Your moans got louder, you were getting close again, Seungmin slowly slid off from your embrace, you whined when he withdrew his cock.

“Shh, such needy little thing, don’t worry, I've got you…” He slid his fingers between your folds, playing with your clit, he lowered down, licking on your waist, he sucked the sensitive skin there until a red shade appeared.

Your legs started shaking while he nibbled a little down. Seungmin gaze went up, admiring you for a moment before he pulled back, flipping you in a swift move, you let out a muffled sound of surprise when your cheek came in contact with the pillow.

He held your hips a little up and placed a pillow under it.

“Perfect” His hand came down to your butt, smacking it and you moaned louder, making him twitch.

He wasted no time and laid down on top of you, his hand guiding his cock back inside, you felt delirious hearing his groans in your ear as he slid in so easily, the sounds of skin slapping against skin getting louder, just like your breathing and your moans.

“Fuck, Minnie…” You cried out when he angled his hips, reaching just the right spot, you moved back, meeting him at every thrust.

“Fuck y/n, you take me so well…” He looked down, smirking when you clenched around him and he fucked you harder.

His lips attached to your shoulder, nibbling lightly, he could tell you were going to come soon. You shivered feeling the lick trail up to your neck, his breath tingling your skin.

“Let go, baby…” He whispered, letting his fingers entangle on your hair.

“Minnie…” You cried out, you were so close.

“C'mon, I wanna see you make a mess again” He whispered, thrusting deep, his hand gently tugging on your hair, you clenched around him over and over until you exploded on his cock and on the sheets.

You barely heard his praise of how hot it was, but registered the slap he gave on your butt and how he kept abusing your core, seeking for his own release. He bit down his lower lip, trying and failing to hold back his moan as he was about to explode too, white ropes spilled on your thighs and even the sheets because he barely pulled out on time.

Seungmin collapsed by your side, panting, he reached out and pulled the fabric of the scarf, untying the knot he made and pulling you to lay on his chest, you were still shaking when laid your head on his chest, hearing his quick heartbeat, matching your own, a lazy and satisfied smile appearing on your face.

After calming down, he quickly got up and cleaned you both, before getting back into your original position.

Seungmin would never say it out loud, but there were a lot of nights he dreamed of nights like this. He caressed your hair, staring up at the ceiling, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.

“One kiss for your thoughts” You spoke after a while, your words brought him back from sliding into dreamland, he smirked, still with eyes closed, but noticing that your chin was resting on his chest and you were staring at him. Well, it was hard not to notice when you just poked his nostril.

“Just one kiss? Nah” He pulled your hand away and held it down.

“Fine, two kisses”

“Nuh nuh” He shook his head and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know you pouted.

“Okay, okay. A lava cake”

“Hmm, eating some lava cake would be good now, especially since I was just thinking about this report I need to finish and…”

“You’re thinking about work after what we did?” You smacked his arm and he laughed.

“No, puppy. I was just playing with you” He opened his eyes, staring into yours “I was thinking how lucky I am to finally have you”

Your heart fluttered, Seungmin wasn't the last romantic, he usually showed his love through actions and not words, but when he decided to speak, you always knew it was sincere.

“I'm the lucky one, Minnie. Thank you for not giving up on me” You laid down again, smiling.

“I'd never give you up, puppy. You were always mine, you just needed some time to figure it out…” He kissed your head, his words muffled against your hair, but you understood everything clearly.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, enjoying the peaceful silence again as you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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thanks to my beautiful friends and betas

tagging: @doitforbangchan ; @jeonginsleftcheek ; @moonchild9350 ; @athforskz ; @hyunjincanraptoo ; @changbinniescurlyhair ❤️

lixie, i'm sorry, i love you 😭

[mrsfudd]

Behind your back-final part

warnings: fighting, cursing

not proofread lmao

It had been 3 weeks since your big fallout with Paige and KK. Paige had been icing you out which was expected. You guys have had fights before obviously, just not to this extent. You’re still her baby sister and you’ve been hoping she can swallow her pride and forgive you. With KK though it was different. She didn’t owe you anything and you knew it was going to take something big to win her over…hopefully.

“Girl, you skipped your morning class again?” Chloe asked.

Your roommate Chloe has been helping you process the whole thing. Your friends back home could only help so much, they could barely understand the full story. For that reason Chloe has really been your backbone.

“KK has a class in the hall right next to time, the last time I saw her I wanted to die I felt so bad.” You said laying on the couch.

“Y/N, you cant hide forever. You’re too grown to be acting like this. Grow up and do the right thing.” Chloe said with a tone that only comes out ever so often.

“I don’t know chlo, I know she doesn’t wanna hear from me and Im not gonna make the situation worse” You say.

“So, talk to someone who might.” Chloe said while tossing your phone on your stomach.

You haven’t talked to Paige in a few days, when you did talk it was only about your mom or siblings. Maybe a mention of how the basketball season was going but never anything after that. She was treating you like you were kids again and you stole something out of her room. It was childish but what else could you do.

You: Paige

sissy 💕: what

You: can we talk, ik ur mad but i said i’m sorry

sissy 💕: i said its fine

You: dont be like that, js ttm p pls

sissy 💕: alr bru ill come by in a few

This is the longest Paige had been mad at you and it was really causing a rift in your relationship. You love your other siblings but you and Paige have always been close. You were happy she was coming to talk but nervous on how it was going to go.

“Y/N, open the door” Paige said monotone.

“Hey P” You said opening it and walking back to the couch.

You sat down and she just walked around and stood against the wall.

“Paige im sorry” you said with a voice crack.

“I know” Paige said while texting.

“What the fuck is your deal Paige? Im sorry I know you feel betrayed but you have to realize I was doing it for you okay? To protect your feelings so if what makes me a bad person then whatever but im not gonna sit here and let you give me these dirty ass looks like im one of your opps or something” You scream.

“Y/N, you need to stop acting like the world revolves around you. You’re so fucking spoiled I cant stand it. You’ve been treated like a princess your whole life and you expect everyone to forgive you and be at your beck and call. Grow the fuck up and own up to your shit. I don’t care about your dumbass sorry Y/N. You hurt one of my best friends so im not in the mood to listen to one of your sob stories” Paige yelled right back.

“Finally some emotion Paige! You’ve had your back turned to me for weeks. You keep saying I need to grow up and im trying. You and your fucking ego Paige I cant. Im trying to do the right thing but nothing is fucking good enough for you. The fact that you can sit here and say I’m spoiled is crazy, your fucking spoiled Paige. I know I hurt KK and im trying to make it right but I cant with you two walking around campus catching a attitude every time you see me” You yell trying to hold back tears but one falls.

“Now you’re fucking crying? This is exactly what im talking about bro. Grow up Y/N.” Paige said throwing her hands up.

“Yes! Yes I am. I have nobody Paige. I don’t have friends anymore, I don’t have KK and the one person who I expected to always be by my side hates me. I tried Paige I really did, i’ve apologized more times than I can count. I don’t know what to do Paige, im sorry.” You say full on crying now.

“Y/N hey wait” Paige said finally lowering her tone.

“Just leave Paige, I don’t care anymore” You said wiping your face.

“Y/N stop, i’m sorry” Paige said walking closer to you.

Paige finally caved. She still had a soft spot for her little sister and knew this wasn’t worth fighting about for so long.

Paige came to give you a hug and you completely broke down. Paige rubbed your back letting you vent about all you’ve been feeling and how if you wish you could go back and change it all you would in a heartbeat.

After you had calmed down, you and your sister spent hours together laughing and giggling talking about your favorite childhood memories. It felt so good to finally make up with someone so important to you. You guys had ordered food and hung out till it was dark outside. Everything was calm until Paige asked a question that made your heart drop.

“So sis, what are you gonna do about KK?” Paige asked with a eyebrow raise.

“I have no clue” You said looking down picking at your nails.

“Well I think you should text her you know, break the ice maybe?” Paige said passing you your phone.

“I guess so P” You said hesitant.

You: hey kk u busy?

KK baby 😘: nah why

Before you could respond Paige showed you her groupchat with KK sending a screenshot of your text saying “i wonder what she has to say”. At first you felt a wave of nervousness run through your body but with closer examination you seen that she still as your contact saved as “my princess 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾” and you had a slight feeling that there was hope in rekindling your relationship.

You: ik u prob dont wanna talk but i cant stop thinking about you

Before you could say anything else Paige showed you KKs text asking what she should say to you.

“Dont worry, I got you” Paige chuckled.

KK baby 😘: u wanna meet up n talk?

You: yea can i come to ur place

KK baby 😘: doors open

“Oh my goshh” Paige said while shaking you by your shoulders.

“Stop you don’t even know whats gonna happen” You say getting up and putting your shoes on.

“Have funn, don’t make it worse Y/N” Paige said walking into the kitchen.

The walk over to KKs dorm was sickening. The thought of being in a room alone with her was enough to make you puke but you stayed strong.

You loved KK and was determined to make sure she knew that.

You gave a slight knock before walking into her dorm.

"KK?" You say softly, extremely nervous.

"Hey Y/N" KK said in basically a whisper.

Before you could say anything else KK cut you off.

"So what did you want?" KK said with a real attitude.

"I just wanted you to know that I was sorry and that I didnt mean to hurt you. I-" You said.

"Y/N, Y/N stop I know this already. You've sent me numerous paragraphs about how sorry you are" KK cut you off, walking closer to you.

"I know, im sorry um again but I jus-" You said before KK cut you off again.

"What do you have to say Y/N, im tired of the sorrys" KK said.

You took a big breath and swallowed before saying " KK, I cant function with knowing you and me aren't on good terms. You are everything to me and I should of made that known before. I know that doesn't make what I did any better but I was scared and I was being dumb and I-"

"Thats right you were dumb, but continue " KK said while cracking a little smile.

"All I wanted you to know is that I love you KK, like none of that fake bullshit like l genuinely love you and I miss you and I know this isn't fixing anything but I cant leave here without you knowing this. I completely understand if you hate me because what I did was really shitty but im sorry. I want you in my life and I never meant to make you feel anything different" You blurted out terrified for her reaction.

"Y/N, I could never hate you" KK said with a soft tone.

Before you could get anything else out KK said "I miss you too Y/N, if im being completely honest I get why you did what you did. Not saying I agree with it but I understand. Our relationship had started off on the wrong foot anyway"

"Soo, does this mean I get a redo?" You said smirking.

"Y/N don't push your luck" KK said.

Your heart dropped and you were about to start apologizing again until you seen KKs smile. She was the light in your life and you were hers.

KK walked closer to you and pulled you in by your waist. She pulled you in tight wrapping her strong arms around you.

KK had you stuck in her embrace for what it felt like hours. Her muscles relaxed as she felt you.

For weeks she'd been feeling like a part of her was missing, you were missing.

"I love you baby" KK whispered in your ear.

"I love you more" You whispered back.

8 days later

You, KK, Paige, and a few other girls from the team were all hanging out in Janas dorm. Some of the girls admitted they missed you and were pissed at Paige for leaving you out.

KK had took a picture of the you and her kissing and was planning on posting it.

"Mama what song should I use" KK asked while laying on you.

"Any baby im not sure" You said playing with her hair.

Paige had walked past you and playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh.

You went through so many ups and downs trying to navigate the 2 most important relationships in your life. The tears shed and arguments on arguments seem like nothing now. You were finally at peace. No more secrets or hiding. You had everything you needed, ready to enjoy life with the people you love the most.

@private-but-not-a-secret @teddygrahamslam @syraxsbigfanfr @destinybueckers44

[pez3639]

This is probably so weird, but can you do one where Luke hughes and the readers' younger sister are dating and you have to meet him for the first time

Endings and Beginnings

Luke Hughes x Reader's Sister || Quinn Hughes x Reader (kinda not rlly. the smallest inklings of it)

WC: 2.2k Words

A/N: No I actually love this and had so much fun doing a lil emo piece about being an older sister. This probably isnt what you had in mind so my bad, this def focuses alot more on the older sister. BUT i feel like i should continue this, esp with the dead end i left there... maybe. Also NOT proofread.

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“Yes, I’m on my way right now,” there was a pause in the phone call as you heard your sister's shaky breath. The silence wasn't awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was the kind that screamed hesitation, even when no words have been spoken. You let her simmer a moment before speaking up. “Hey. You’re going to cross that stage and move onto bigger and better. No more stupid 8 A.M. classes. No more forced smiles to people who talk behind your back. No more college bullshit.”

It’s a few seconds before you hear a long exhale, her quirk that always signals she's finally coming down from whatever ledge her thoughts had chased her to. “Yeah, yeah…you’re right. This is good, it’s great actually,” you continue driving, speeding actually, barely missing the pothole that you were hurtling towards. The sun glares through the windshield, illuminating the necklace that hangs from your rearview. A simple chain with a star attached to it. The sweet sentiment blinded you with a reflection of the sun before your sister's voice came to life over the phone again.

“But why does it feel like nothing's okay and everythings crashing down around me?” her voice no longer carried the anxiety that it held before, now much more quiet and watery as if her tears were collecting in her throat rather than her eyes. Its your turn to take a long exhale before reminding her of how many times she’s done this.

“Do you remember your kindergarten graduation?” you breathe out, knowing that she's hopefully slept since then, either way she lets out a huff of laughter before you continue. “You refused to crawl out of my bed that morning. You were too scared to even look at the little cap and gown. You hid under my covers and cried and cried until I held your hand and told you it would be okay. I did the same thing when you graduated middle school. I think by the time you graduated highschool you just wanted to steal my bed, but that didn’t stop me from holding your hand and telling you it was okay. And I’m doing that now. Everything is going to be fine.”

Your sister laughs at the memories of you two. That’s how it’s always been. The two of you. The two year age difference didn’t matter much, at least to you it didn’t. Most of the memories you had were of you and her. The first time she called you “sissy” while waddling towards you. The late nights on the trampoline, both of you armed with sleeping bags and flashlights that never got used since both of you were far too scared of the dark trees. Her screaming ecstatically when you graduated highschool and you subsequently having to speak for her the next day when she lost her voice. And now her college graduation. Every memory, every moment in time, splattered across your consciousness like constellations. All of those stars linking the two of you together. You and her. 

You felt your eyes sting at the thoughts of the future, both of yours carrying a certain haziness that couldn’t be defined. The only thing you knew is that you would always hold her hand through it. You continue driving with misty eyes and a tight throat before she cuts the silence.

“I love you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her sincerity broke you out of reverie. Not ready to face those emotions yet, you let out a dry and humorless laugh, “You’d live. You’re too much like a rat to not survive without me.” Her laugh on the other side of the line mirrored yours before she was onto another anxious tangent. 

“Okay, so when you get to your seats there should be…” she drifted off before you heard her mumbling one, two, three, under her breath. The thought of her standing there in her graduation gown while still having to count on her fingers made you grin. She crackled back to life after a moment. “There should be seven seats.” 

“Seven? I thought it was just me, mom, and uh…” you trailed off guiltily at having forgotten her boyfriend's name. Luka…Leo…Logan? No none of those were right as you shook your head at the names that popped up. “Your boyfriend?” 

“Did you really forget his name?” she accused in a dry tone. You pressed the brakes as you took a right turn before grimacing. Shit. “Oh yeah I definitely did…sorry?” She laughed a little at your antics as you continued to try and think of names. In your defense, you’d never met the guy, no less seen a picture of him. The relationship was still a bit new, so you never pressed about it, understanding that maybe she wanted to keep it a little more hidden as they grew closer with one another.

“Oh my god I can’t believe you, and yes he’ll be there, but so will his family.”

Your eyebrows shot up at the new information, “Holy shit, does mom know?” you question, wondering if you were the last to receive this news.

“Yes because she actually reads our group chat messages”

“Whatever,” you say dryly and with an eyeroll, “Okay, I’ll get there and make sure all the seats are good. Don’t worry about it. Everything is going to go great. Now go get in line or whatever you have to do at these things.” The two of you exchanged goodbyes as you got in line for the car park and hung up the phone. The college she attended wasn’t crazy big, but it definitely had a bigger student body than the small-town highschool the both of you attended. Eventually you found a spot and pulled in. You gathered your purse, coat, and ticket into your lap before just sitting there and staring. You felt the ache in your chest begin. The ache that always accompanies growing up. 

It felt like just yesterday that the two of you were giggling and ogling over your prom date. It was just last week that you two were pulling her last baby tooth. Only a month ago you two were running through the sprinklers in the backyard. But in reality, all of that was years ago. Your mind playing a cruel trick to bring up heart-ache and nostalgia. Nostalgia for times that were long gone and never coming back.

The trees along the pathways were budding in the late spring. The blossoms would woefully float down to the ground as if they were scared to let go of their mother branch. Two living things being torn apart by the movement of time. The lively weather was rolling in, a shift from the hoppy wistfulness of spring to the slow and sweltering heat of the summer. Collecting yourself, you unzip your purse to tidy up before heading into the large chapel where commencement was held. Pulling down your mirror, a polaroid stare back at you. Your own college graduation, more rather the pre-party. You hope your sister had that. One last stand with the people she's come close to. At least for now. They may end up bridesmaids, or co-workers, or strangers. Breathing out a heavy sigh, you blot your nose with powder as you take yourself in. Older and more mature than what you were when you graduated. 

Pushing up the mirror, you begin to shift and prepare for the walk to your seat. Unbuckle, open the door, and go. It should be easy but your body drags as if your bones have been turned to lead. Of course you were excited for your sister and her future, but you couldn’t help but mourn for the times before this. Before these big life events. Before you two grow old. You shut the car door and follow the masses to the chapel. The air serves as a lifeline of breath as the old brick walls enter your eyesight. So many people have gathered here to watch and celebrate someone. Everyone here has come together to support one another. It's warming to know such a diverse and expansive group of people can come together for a cumulative reason.

Getting closer and closer, people start collecting tickets as you walk past. You hand yours over and receive a program in exchange. You continue to walk further into the warm atmosphere of the church. Finding your sister placecards, you count out seven and shoot a text to your mom. You take a seat and shed your jacket while glancing around you. There's not many decorations, just some balloons and streamers here and there. A projector screen is in the middle of the stage where pictures of the graduates scroll through. Many of them are club and sports photos, but every now and then a straggler will pop out at you. Your mother begins to walk down the row of seats and chooses the spot to your left, sitting at the end of your reserved seats, meaning you’d have to sit next to these people you've never met before.

Once settled, your mother kisses your cheek and pats your knee in a comforting way, both of you feeling the emotion of today. She begins to make small talk, half of which you’re zoned out for, only throwing in a nod and Uh-huh here and there. About ten minutes pass before a family of five begins scooting down the rows of seats. Three boys and what you’re assuming are their parents. Your mother grabs you hand as she stands, pulling you up with her. Exclaiming in excitement, she greets the older woman first before saying hello to the boys.

“Oh Ellen it’s so good to see you here! She’ll be so happy that everyone made it.” Your mother speaks around you before introducing the family to you. Ellen, Jim, Quinn, Jack, and Luke. Right, his name was Luke. You remember your sister dropping it a few times. You all sit down, with Luke sitting to your right. You try to inconspicuously look him over, but probably failing. He tall and looks lanky under his somewhat formal attire. His dress pants fit loosely around his legs but his polo wrapped around his bicep. His curls looked well maintained, something you had no doubt that your sister had a hand in. He extended his hand to you before choking out a quiet “Hi, I’m Luke.”

You raised an eyebrow a bit and felt the corner of your mouth tug at his nervousness, your older sister protectiveness dropping by a lot at the simple gesture. “Hi, it's nice to meet you Luke.” You offered your name to him before making basic small talk. He told you about his brothers while you gave stories of your sister. While you two were playing with the hose and making mud puddles, the three brothers spent their time together enjoying hockey. As he continued to talk about himself, you understood why your sister chose him. He was the youngest of his brothers and close to all of them, especially Jack. You were glad that she found a family that loves each other as much as yours does. 

Soon his brothers joined in the conversation, making you realize how different he was from your sister. She was outgoing and fun but also had a soft side. You could imagine Luke bringing it out of her more, the two of them sharing a coffee and eating dinner. You understood that the two were more than just a new couple, they truly complimented and matched each other. Luke would often find himself going red as he defended himself from his brothers chirps at him. Moreso Jacks than Quinns. Jack was a true middle sibling–  boisterous, witty, and a bit cocky. Quinn on the other hand was different from both of the boys, from his dark and tousled hair, to the scruff that adorned his jaw, and the heavier look in his eyes. You recognized that look all too well as you caught eyes and he smiled at you, making your heart flutter. You averted you eyes as people began filing onto the stage as the music began to draw in. Everyone hushed as the graduates walked down the aisles and up to the risers on the stage.

As the ceremony continued, speakers came and went. Each one following the same formula on hitting the highs and lows of college. Admin and local “celebrities” filtered to the mic before congratulating the class and sitting down. As long-winded as the ceremony was, you don't miss the way Luke jumps from his chair along with you and your mom when your sister gets called to walk the stage. Or the way he’s grinning ear to ear when he sees his family cheering just as loud as him. It brought a smile to your face. Quinn caught your eye again as you shared a knowing look.

After the ceremony, the graduates ran to their loved ones. You barely had time to brace yourself before your sister borderline launched herself into you. Shes bouncing everywhere between people, from you, to your mother, to Luke, then Quinn and Jack, before slowing down with Ellen and Jim. Everyone stands congratulating her, with Luke showing extra affection for her. Always a hand on the small of her back or interlocked with hers. Everyone continues to mingle before a head of dark hair appears in front of you.

“Hi, I’m Quinn.”

[professional-domme]

I’m a mistress of high class,I personal seek a slave, sissy, bimbo, or slut to serve me

[daughter-of-sapph0]

I said it before in a previous rant, but I feel like this story needs repeating for no particular reason whatsoever.

my middle school was very small. there was only one class of 18 kids in the entire 6th grade. we had to deal with each other every single day. I only started this school in 6th grade, but some of these kids have known each other since pre-k. so when I joined, I was a stranger, an outcast, someone different. and having undiagnosed autism did not help at all.

one of my classmates was named Jacob. he was the only kid shorter than me. but he was an aggressive bully. every day, he'd grab me, slap me, pull my hair. he'd torment me physically, call me names, the whole shebang. typical bully stuff. there was never a reason for this, other than I was a new kid. I was a faggot. I was a downey. I was a retard. I was a sissy. I was a pussy. I was "the other". I think Jacob somehow knew I was trans and queer about five years before I did, and treated me as you'd expect.

every single day, I'd complain to my teachers and the principal. "Jacob is bullying me. he's hitting me, calling me names, harassing me, even after I tell him to leave me alone". and the responses I got did not help.

"just leave. walk away" gee, thanks. I'd love to. unfortunately I'm stuck in a classroom with him all day. unless you're gonna let me go home early, your advice is worthless.

"stop being a tattletale" and just let him continue to bully me? wow, thanks for being a supportive adult figure in my life...

and I'll never forget what my hardcore conservative catholic principal said to me. "if you don't want him to call you a faggot, then stop being a faggot".

in all of these situations of begging for help, not once did Jacob ever face consequences for his actions. even when I showed them the bruises and horrible notes he gave me. even when the harassment happened right in front of the teachers. the most he would ever receive is "hey, both of you, stop fighting!" even though it was always one sided and I never fought back.

until one day on the bus. he was in the seat behind me, poking my head, slapping me, trying to get my attention. I was already pissed that day, and Jacob was only making things worse. I told him to stop. repeatedly. to just leave me alone. but he didn't.

without thinking about it, I tried to swat away his hands. but I ended up brushing my hand against his face. he interpreted this as a slap. he immediately got off the bus at his stop and ran home crying.

that afternoon, my mom got a phone call saying that I was at risk of being expelled. apparently, Jacob had told his parents that I had beat him up, and his parents called the school.

in the end, because of my accidental unintentional "slap" that I had only done because I was angry and wanted to be left alone and stop being bullied, I was suspended for a week, forced to write a handwritten apology note to Jacob, and fell behind in my classes.

Jacob was never punished. he never faced consequences for his actions. he was always seen as the victim by adults. I was the aggressor since I was mad and complained about being bullied.

soon after this, I attempted suicide. I backed out, thankfully. but I can't stop thinking about how my life almost ended because no one cared about the harassment I faced.

being harassed, and having no one do anything about it, which causes you to get angry until you act a tiny bit irrational and upset, and suddenly you're punished much harder than your attackers ever were and ever will be.

I'm saying this for no reason at all. it totally doesn't apply to any real life situations happening right now on tumblr.

[wordssoonforgotten]

Let It Happen. — chapter two.

Jinx x Kiramman!daughter!reader.

A/N: Finally she’s out! We are officially pass the dinner so I can move onto other, way more interesting plot points.

Content: 3,407 words, Discription of panic attacks, suggestive comment (two second joke), the rest of the dinner, social media stalking. (Chapter one from y/n’s perspective) will do edits later.

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You were a little shocked when your older sister told you she was dating a woman from Zaun.

You weren’t aware that she even made visits to Zaun when you weren’t with her. She didn’t know the safer routes and shortcuts the way you did. Or at least you thought she didn’t. Had she been practicing maybe? Or maybe her new girlfriend had been showing her around. Huh.

“We met at that boxing class I told you about! We were boxing—well I was boxing. She was the trainer. I always kind of liked her but I held off because how unprofessional, right?” Caitlyn rambles excitedly as the two of you roam through the Kiramman estate’s gardens. You can’t help the fond, slightly amused smile at pulls at your mouth. Your sister meeting her girlfriend in a boxing studio made perfect sense for her. Self-defense has been a passion of Caitlyn’s. Always looking for another way to get stronger. (To knock any truly stupid man who stepped like they were better by just having a penis down a peg.) Finding someone who cared about it just as much as she did has probably been a dream for her.

“She’s funny and kind and a little awkward— “

“Like you?”

“No!”

“Yes. You’re the most awkward, Sissy. Can't get any worse than you.” You tease lightly, taking a seat on one of the benches in front of the fountain. “But don’t worry. I love you anyway.” Caitlyn scoffs as she sits next to you. Once she’s down you let your head flop into her lap, and her fingers automatically start to gently brush through and braid tiny sections of your hair. Just like she used to when you were little girls. Not much has changed since then anyway.

“So. When do I get to meet this girl? What’s her name? Is she a stunner?” You waggle your eyebrows at her playfully and she thumps your nose in response. “Her name is Violet and she’s gorgeous, for your information.” You hum in amusement as you blow one of the plaited sections out of your face. “Oooh, gorgeous huh? You’ve never described anyone like that before.”

Caitlyn had always been kind of secretive about her love life, even with you. Granted, she gave you more details than anyone else, but they were still dull. You knew your sister was picky. That’s why she didn’t gush often. This was the first time she’d even told you a girl she was seeing’s name. Everything about this is different. It makes you happy to see her so open about being happy. Caitlyn flushes at your observation and lets out a small nervous chuckle. “Because she really, truly is, and I guess…” She trails off and breaks into this loving, longing sigh. “I like her. A lot.”

Your smile becomes more genuine as observe your sister. She’s smiling to herself and she kinda sways in her spot. Her finger twirls around one of the curls she was previously braiding. Seeing your sister like this was new but not unwelcome. Whether she disclosed it to you or not, you knew this was what she always wanted. You saw in her face every time the two of you watched one of those sappy sapphic romcom shows. The way her eyes sparkled when the characters shared a dance, or a hug, or especially a kiss. Caitlyn had always wanted to be swept off her feet, and some woman named Violet had finally managed to get through her tough security system and do it. You were elated for her.

“She’s coming for dinner next week.” She says suddenly, nerves filing into her tone. “Her whole family is. Her dad and her brothers and her—her sister.” You immediately pick up on the extra anxiousness at the mention of her girlfriend’s sister. It nudges at your interest. “Sister? What’s her special deal?” Caitlyn swallows and starts back fiddling with her curls. “Her name is Powder. Vi says she’s not too fond of piltoverans and our city.” You tilt your head thoughtfully. “That makes sense. Most Zaunites are. For understandable reason.” Caitlyn nods in quick agreement as she continues. “Yes, I know! But Vi says that it’s personal for her. For both of them, but for Powder more.” You sit up from her lap into an upright position on the bench. “And you want this girl to like you.”

Caitlyn sighs in an almost exasperated fashion. “Vi is always talking about how close they are, and I need to make an excellent impression because if I don’t, she may see me as a threat and if she does—” Caitlyn hesitates before starting again. “I know that if you ever perceived someone I was in a relationship with as a threat I’d end it immediately.” The last part of her sentence went unsaid, but you heard it loud and clear. “What’s stopping Violet from doing the same?”

You shake your head and place your hand on her shoulder comfortingly. “Stress about it, Cait. Let me worry about little Miss Zaun heart. You know I love a challenge.” Humor slips into your tone. “Plus. Didn’t take me long to warm up to you, did it?” Caitlyn snorts in response. “Only three and a half months, not counting the first three weeks you lived here.” You snicker and smirk at her fondly. “Whatever. Just think about what you’re wearing next week. And how you’ll hide that giant bruise on your neck.” You tease, delighting in the way her face goes red as her hand flies up to cover the bruise. “Shut up!”

The laugh you let out is big and boisterous as you stumble off the bench.

After leaving your sister alone to regain her sense of calm, you walked up to your room and got right to work.

The lovely —quite frankly scary— thing about the internet is you can find anyone in a matter of six clicks or less. And generally, unless they were off the grid or an extreme hermit, people liked showing off their lives. Well, most people. On minimal information, you found the Instagram account of Powder Lanes.

Private, twenty-six followers, ten following. The profile picture was a picture of a middle-school-aged blue-haired girl smiling with teeth for a school picture. In other words, a complete dead end. This account was obviously abandoned a long time ago. Just from her follower count you could tell she hadn’t logged in a while. So even if you did request, (which you wouldn’t because that would be way suspicious,) you’d probably just join the queue of endless bots and spam accounts waiting to get in. But that didn’t mean you would stop there. As you tap the suggestions button at the corner of her page, @.violet.lanes’s account makes an appearance like a blessing from some goddess herself.

Her page is public. Nearly three thousand followers, and sixty-five following. Her bio has the pride flag emoji and pronouns, but what makes you smile is the word ‘TAKEN’ in all caps with two blue hearts alongside it. (It was so corny. Your sister deserved a corny, lovesick partner.) As you continue scrolling through her feed, you mostly see promotion posts for the boxing studio she works at, but occasionally a photo with friends or family pops up. One specifically catches your eye. It’s a picture from three months ago. Violet with a blue-haired girl about your age squished against her bicep, looking very annoyed to be in that position while Violet smiles proudly at the camera. Bingo.

The caption says, ‘Happy birthday squirt’ and @.POW-POW is tagged with four pink hearts. You tap on the account and scroll with extreme caution. While Violet had enough followers not to notice a single stray like from a random person, Powder did not. Six-fifty-two followers, twenty-five following. (Most of which were cat and ASMR accounts.) as you scroll through her feed you see a lot of graffiti art with someone named Ekko tagged in it, which to you she was an artist, and this ‘Ekko’ was often a collaborator. While the art was interesting, well thought out, and put together, it didn’t tell you much about her specifically.

As continue to explore the depths of her page, trying to find something that would clue you in on who she was as a person, you start to come across dozens of pictures and videos of different machines and gadgets that she made. In her garage! You’ve never seen such ingenuity and creativity before. Videos of her shooting paintball guns, fixing up her old family truck, and even a feeding machine for stray cats. (Which is adorable!) With talent like this, it’s hard to believe she still went to school in Zaun. (Well, not really. From her signature “piltieville sux!” art, it’s not so hard to believe at all.)

The night of the dinner, you and Caitlyn squish together in the guest bathroom— the smallest in the house, so you can help Caitlyn get ready. Technically, you both have your own bathrooms. Ones with plenty of space for your personal restroom needs. This one is where the two of you keep all the things you mind sharing. Many Kiramman girls’ sleepovers have been spent here, applying mud masks and gossiping about any and everything. It’s only natural you treat tonight just the same, even if it’s not. If only to calm Caitlyn’s nerves a bit.

“Do you think Jayce and Victor are…you know.” You mutter to her as you neatly apply eyeshadow to her lid. Caitlyn’s mouth twitches as she tries to remain perfectly still. “They’re ‘partners.’” You snort softly as you finish one eye and move on to the next. “Yeah, Bedroom partners. They aren’t fooling anyone.”

Silence holds out six seconds before the two of you burst into borderline hysterical laughter.

“You’re so crass!” Caitlyn’s chest shakes with laughter as you pull back from her face. She turns to look in the mirror. Tonight, you’ve attempted a subtle, soft glam look to accentuate her natural features. It’s some of your best work. She smiles at her appearance, straightening out her dress and turning toward the door. “You’ll be down soon, right? They’ll be here soon.” You hear anxiousness bubbling under the surface of her tone, and you’re quick to shut it down.

“I’ll be right there. I just don’t want to get dressed before I hand-feed Cactus his dinner.” Caitlyn’s shoulders relax slightly as she shakes her head at the mention of the cat. “Hand-feeding? He’s perfectly capable of eating by himself, y/n. You spoil him.” Her voice becomes more teasing as you roll your eyes playfully. “He’s throwing a fit with food lately. I have to coax him!” Caitlyn lets out an involuntary snort and starts toward the door. Once you’re alone you relax your shoulder and look over to where your cat was stretched out on the guest bed, like it was his personal bedroom. Hopefully, he would make it nice and simple for you this time. (Spoiler alert: He never did.)

As predicted, Cactus gave you a run for your money. For some reason, he was feeling extra stubborn this evening, not even willing to sit on your lap for the first ten minutes. And then for the next twenty after that, he refused to end his hunger strike. No matter how much you cooed or fussed or tempted him with his favorite flavor of cat food, he wouldn’t budge. It was like he thought of it as a game, and he knew you were losing. Finally, at the thirty-five-minute mark, you gave up at sat the open cat food container on the windowsill. “If you want to be stubborn, you can feed yourself or starve.” You try to keep your stern tone, but Cactus just purrs and rolls onto his back, stretching out his limbs all adorably. You can’t resist the urge to rub his stomach.

You quickly get into your dress and lightly rush down the stairs, still wanting to give off good, Kiramman-like impressions for Your sister’s girlfriend’s family.

“You’ll have to excuse my tardiness, I’m terribly sorry.” You say as you smile and smooth out your dress. You take your seat between Caitlyn and your father. Tobias gives you a knowing look as he subtly picks a stray cat hair off your dress. You give him a grateful smile. (It wasn’t the first time you’d been consumed by Cactus’s diva habits and been late to an event.) Caitlyn bumps your shoulder, smiling relievedly as she straightens up, then clears her throat softly. “Y/N! This is Powder. Vi’s sister I told you about?”

Her nervousness is hidden well under the Kiramman demeanor she presents, but it shines through to you all the same. You bump her in sisterly retaliation before smiling and holding your hand out to Powder. She’s slow to take it, which kind of amuses you. Her hands are tough, which makes sense for a Zaunite mechanic. It makes your face heat up for some reason. “It’s nice to meet you! I’ve heard a little about you. Is it true you turned down Piltover University six times?” (Another useful little tidbit you learned from your research. Perhaps the most interesting one. You’ve never known anyone who’s turned out free admission to any college, let alone Piltover U.)

A scoff bubbles up from under Powder’s Indifferent demeanor. “And I’ll turn them down six million more,” You raise your eyebrow at the sudden passion. “I’m not sticking myself in a school with those rich, stuck up, snobby—” Her father interrupts her with a stern clear of her throat, but you can’t help the giggle that comes out of you. She’s right, people who attend Piltover University do tend to be stuck up. Especially students who are as smart as Powder is. There’s almost no such thing as humble! “They are pretty snobby.” You hum thoughtfully, “But I’ve heard your work is genius. It deserves to be rewarded.” As sincere as you’re being, she doesn’t even seem affected. She just grunts and takes a sip of water.

As dinner progresses, Powder is laying it on thick. Caitlyn can hardly get a word out! (Although, part of you thinks it’s because Violet is next to her with her hand resting on her thigh. Maybe it’s throwing her off her wits.) You direct her the best you can through her rapid-fire questions, making sure she doesn’t say anything that she’ll overthink and hate herself for later. Powder eyes subtly shift and narrow on you from time to time. You think that this is way more personal than you originally thought. Caitlyn and Violet don’t even notice half of what’s being said from that point on. The second they lock eyes it’s like everyone else has disappeared from the room. As excited as you are for your sister, even you have to admit it’s a very unhelpful.

Powder’s breathing starts to pick up subtly, so subtly you think you notice before anyone else. Your eyebrow furrow in slight concern and you sit up more alertly, all already gearing up to ask her if she’s okay and what she needs. Your sudden stiffness alerts Caitlyn, which in turn turns Violet’s attention to her now full-on panicking sister. Powder’s family moves in sync like this is something that happens all the time. Her dad stands up sharply, her brothers are trying to ground her with pressure on her shoulders, and Violet is trying to talk to her in a firm, soothing voice. All amazing support strategies but none of them work, and before long Powder rushes out the back doors, into the backyard.

The room is bustling with sudden worry, trying to figure out productive next steps. Violet is staring at the back doors with concern, two seconds away from running out after her. Your parents are calmer, trying to assure everyone that she’s probably fine. Everyone is speaking at once and it’s like everyone wants to just go see what’s wrong. You already know it’s a terrible idea to crowd her. You stand up, shoulders back, standing tall, presenting in the sure-of-yourself way you always saw your mom do when something needed to be done. “I’ll go talk to her. It’s not a good idea for all of you to go out at once.”

Your dad and Caitlyn look shocked, Powder’s family seems unsure, but your mom looks somewhat proud. Cassandra nods, looking back at Powder’s father. “Perhaps that is best. They are girls of the same age; she will be more inclined to speak with her.” Violet looks mildly uncomfortable, still gripping the edge of the table as if trying to hold herself back from running after her. Caitlyn lays a hand on her shoulder, murmuring something akin to ‘She’s good with this stuff.’ You smile appreciatively. Once everyone is in agreement, you walk to the back doors calmly, coming to a stop when you see Cactus. You tilt your head and hum thoughtfully as he purrs and rubs himself against your leg. Powder does like cats. She had to, or she wouldn’t make that station to feed them. You pick him up and carry him out with you, just in case human support wasn’t what she wanted.

As you search the backyard, you see Powder slumped against the fountain bench, glaring at the topiary like it personally scorned her. You tilt her head as you slowly sit next to her, purposely putting space between the two of you. You tap your foot noiselessly. “Enjoying the sound of the water? It’s kind of soothing.” You thought you sounded comforting, but apparently not. She turns her glare toward you, scoffing bitterly at your words. “Don’t patronize me. And no, I don’t enjoy your stupid fucking rich people’s fountain.” Her words are venom, but the sniff that comes after undermines it. For a little bit, you just sit next to her, stroking Cactus’s fur gently. Her eyes slide to him in silence for a moment before she very hesitantly asks, “What’s his name?”

Your mouth twitches upward as you let him free, watching as he crawls over her lap and settles there. “Cactus. I guess he’s a Shorthair of some kind.” She hums in response. “Is he a purebred…something-something or whatever bullshit piltoverans brag about?” You purse your lips to hold back a laugh. It escapes as a soft snort. Her nose flexes as if she wants to laugh too. “No. He’s a stray. Saw him wandering the streets all prickly looking, hence the name, and decided I had to have him. He was a prickly little thing at first.” You explain lightly, watching Cactus as he purrs loudly under Powder’s fingers. She lifts a brow in amusement. “Looks like you’ve domesticated him.”

“Happens to the best of us.” You flick his tail, and it lifts at you accusingly. Powder chuckles. There’s a hint of bitterness to it. “You really believe this bullshit, huh? This little…‘relationship’?” You stiffen defensively, swinging your head around to look at her fully. “What do you mean?” Your tone is, admittedly, a little harsh, but you don’t dare fix it. Not until she elaborates. She rolls her eyes cynically. “You honestly expect me to believe that your oh-so-perfect, oh-so-rich sister is dating Vi just because she what—likes her? Do I look stupid to you?” You narrow your eyes, nose flaring dangerously. “I think you’re having an off day. I don’t know what you’re implying about my sister, but she does, in fact, like Violet very much.”

“For how long?” She snaps, her fist clenching. Cactus scurries off her lap and into the bushes. “Until she stops giving or doing—whatever she’s using her for?!” Your eyes widen. You’re appalled by the statement, offended on your sister’s behalf. You stand up quickly, crossing your arms tightly against your chest. “Using her?! That is the most ridiculous statement I’ve ever heard! I don’t know what your problem is, but I assure you, Caitlyn would never use anybody!” She stands up right in front of you, shoulders tense and her glare fierce. “What are you, her lawyer?” She mocks. Your face contorts tensely. You breathe in deeply, relaxing your shoulders. “Well, you seem better. I’ll go tell the others so you can get home.”

As you walk away you hear something that almost makes you turn back to retaliate.

“Smartest thing you’ve said all night.”

[charliedaltonswife]

My one and only claim about Henry is that he's a yapper. We know it from the books. So why not make it sweet? I would find it endearing (and just so slightly comical) to have Henry, the ever stoic, leaning against the bathtub in which you've planned a relaxing, wine-accompanied bubble bath. To have Henry chat quietly, mindlessly, of whatever topic first reaches his mind, knowing you might not even listen, but nit exactly caring, simply because he wants to be close to you.

Oh, and how even sweeter would it be for him to wash your hair...

A Bath to Ease The Soul

Henry Winter x reader (The Secret History)

nonnie, oh did this get my creative juices flowing, i got so carried away writing this at like 3am after just drinking a coffee. i think this is my longest one yet.

Summary: read the request

Warnings: mother pushing very traditional domestic views

master list found here

You hated - and I mean, hated - visiting your mother. You tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t be so bad this time. Just dinner. Just a few hours. You could handle that. But as the car pulled into the driveway, the sight of your mother’s perfectly manicured front lawn and the pristine wreath hanging on the door filled you with the same quiet panic it always did.

Your mother greeted you with her signature smile, the one that looked genuine to the untrained eye but always carried the sharp undertone of appraisal. She kissed you on the cheek, her perfume clouding around you like a fog, and ushered you inside, where the unmistakable sounds of domestic perfection were already in full swing.

The living room smelled faintly of cinnamon, a carefully curated holiday scent despite it being weeks past the season. Your sister sat on the couch, her newborn cradled in her arms, the picture of serene motherhood. She looked up as you entered, her face lighting up with genuine warmth that made you feel both loved and uncomfortably exposed.

“Sissy” she said, shifting the baby to one arm so she could wave. “You’re here!”

“Of course,” you said, forcing a smile as you dropped your coat onto the nearest chair. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Your mother appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray of neatly arranged hors d'oeuvres, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood. “You’re late,” she remarked, her tone light but not without its sting.

“Traffic, snow on the road” you said simply, knowing better than to offer any further explanation. 

“Well, come in, come in. Don’t just stand there.”

You followed her into the dining room, where the table was already set with the kind of meticulous care that made you vaguely nervous to sit down. The china on the table was worth more than everything in your kitchen combined. 

The evening started innocuously enough. Your sister talked about the baby, her sleeping patterns, her favorite toys, how she already had your brother-in-law wrapped around her tiny fingers. Your mother listened intently, occasionally chiming in with advice or anecdotes from her own experiences raising the two of you. And you waited, you knew what was coming. 

And then, inevitably, the conversation shifted.

“So,” your mother began, her tone casual but her gaze sharp, “any exciting news from you, Y/N? Any boy special in your life?”

You felt the question land like a stone in the pit of your stomach, your carefully constructed defenses threatening to crack under the weight of her scrutiny.

“No, nothing like that,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “Just busy with my classes, you know.”

Your mother frowned, a delicate crease appearing between her brows. “Education is fine, but it’s not everything. Don’t you want more than that? A husband?”

You felt sick at her words. Your mothers words felt like you had travelled back a couple centuries. 

Before you could respond, your sister chimed in, her voice annoyingly gentle. “Mom, leave her alone. She’s fine.”

Your mother sighed, clearly unimpressed. “I just worry about her. She’s not getting any younger, you know.” 

You gritted your teeth, forcing yourself to take a slow sip of your wine instead of responding. It wouldn’t do any good to argue. It never did.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of forced smiles and shallow conversation. Your sister’s baby cooed softly, her tiny fingers grasping at the air, and your mother looked at her with the kind of adoration you’d long since given up trying to earn.

By the time you finally escaped, the night was fully dark, the stars hidden behind a thick layer of clouds. The drive home felt longer than usual, the silence somehow made your mother’s words replay louder in your head.

Your apartment greeted you with silence, that particular stillness that always felt both a blessing and a curse. You dropped your bag by the door, kicked off your shoes without bothering to line them up, and sighed. The wine you’d downed at dinner buzzed faintly in your veins, not enough to soften the edges of the evening but enough to make the ache in your temples feel slightly less personal.

You flicked on the lights and surveyed the mess of your living room with the vague dissatisfaction of someone who’s been out of the house long enough to forget what they left behind. A half-empty mug of tea sat abandoned on the coffee table, its contents now a murky swamp of regret.

Well, you thought to yourself, at least no one’s here to judge.

Not like your mother, who had practically appraised you at dinner like you were a loaf of bread she wasn’t sure was worth buying. Not like your sister, who didn’t have to say anything at all because her glowing, perfect existence spoke volumes louder than words. And she was younger than you. Although, she barely finished high school before she fell pregnant. So, in some ways, you felt you had it better than her. 

It was absurd, really, how the evening had played out exactly as you’d known it would, and yet you’d still come home feeling like you’d been hit by a truck. You were too old to still be doing this, subjecting yourself to their quiet disapproval, hoping against all evidence to the contrary that this time, things would be different.

Maybe next time you should just send a cardboard cutout of yourself you thought, toeing off your socks and heading for the bathroom. The bathroom was blissfully cool, the tiles smooth under your bare feet. You turned the taps, the sound of rushing water filling the small space and drowning out the hum of self-doubt still rattling around in your head.

The steam rose quickly, curling in lazy tendrils, and you reached for the bubble bath you kept stashed in the cabinet, the one you only used when you were feeling particularly indulgent, or particularly wrecked. Either way, you deserved it. 

As the scent of lavender filled the room, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror. You paused, studying your reflection with the detached curiosity of someone examining a stranger.

Your hair was a little too messy, your makeup slightly smudged from where you’d rubbed at your eyes during dinner. 

“It’s no wonder,” you said aloud, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “You look exactly like someone who spent the evening being reminded of how woefully unaccomplished they are.”

The bath was nearly full now, the bubbles threatening to spill over the sides. You turned off the taps and leaned against the counter for a moment, letting the heat and the lavender and the soft gurgle of the water settle your nerves.

This was what you needed. Not validation from your mother, not the approval of a sister who had never once doubted herself, but this. A quiet room, a hot bath, and enough time to wash away the feeling of not being quite enough. The lavender in the air was soothing, but the cigarette in your hand did the real heavy lifting. You had perched yourself on the edge of the tub, still in your clothes, holding the cigarette between your fingers like it was the only tether to your sanity after a hellish day. You didn’t particularly care that the bathroom was filling with steam or that the cigarette. This was your time, and that was that.

You exhaled a plume of smoke toward the ceiling, watching it swirl and dissipate into nothing. 

Just as you were leaning back against the counter to savor another drag, the door creaked open. Henry stepped in without so much as a knock, his sharp, calculating presence contrasting with the languid heat of the room.

“You know,” he began, his voice as matter-of-fact as ever, “smoking indoors is a sure way to ruin your walls.”

You didn’t bother looking at him. “So is being condescending, but you keep showing up.”

He huffed softly, a sound that wasn’t quite a laugh but carried the same faint amusement. “At least open a window,” he said, crossing the room to the counter where the small sliding window was barely cracked. With an exasperated look, he shoved it open further and glanced at the cigarette in your hand. “Do you even have an ashtray?”

You gestured vaguely with your free hand. “Does it look like I have an ashtray, Henry?”

He sighed, the sort of sigh that implied he thought you hopeless but didn’t quite mind the fact. “Stay there,” he said, disappearing back into the hallway.

You took another drag, waiting. The bath gurgled softly, the bubbles popping against the surface in tiny, irregular bursts. A full minute passed before Henry returned, balancing a small ashtray and a wooden chair in his hands.

“Improvised, but it’ll do,” he muttered, placing the ashtray on the edge of the counter before setting the chair beside the tub. He sat down without ceremony, his long legs awkwardly folded in the cramped space, and rested his elbows on his knees.

The chair looked absurdly out of place in your bathroom. You snorted, finally turning your attention to him. “Are you planning to stay?”

“That depends,” he said, his expression impassive but his voice just warm enough to undercut the dryness of his words. “Will you allow me to indulge in some company, or are you going to sulk in silence all evening?”

You didn’t answer right away, flicking ash into the tray and watching him out of the corner of your eye. He had his head tilted slightly, studying you with that particular intensity that always felt a little invasive but not entirely unpleasant.

“Fine,” you said at last, leaning back against the counter and exhaling a slow stream of smoke. “But if you start lecturing me, I’m throwing you out.”

Henry smirked faintly, his mouth curving in that small, rare way that made you think he might actually be human beneath all the precision and logic.

“I’ll restrain myself,” he said. “Though, you won't believe what Bunny told me today, he claims someone landed on the moon.”

You stared at him for a beat, and then a laugh escaped before you could stop it. “Yes, and?”

“Word for word,” Henry replied, leaning back in the chair with an ease that didn’t match his usual rigidity. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s ridiculous that you learnt a dead language yet you didn’t know of the moon landing,” you said, your smile lingering as you stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray. “Although I’m not sure what’s more ridiculous, that or you sitting on a kitchen chair in my bathroom.”

Henry’s brow arched slightly. “Would you prefer I left?”

“No,” you admitted, surprising yourself with the honesty of it. “I’d rather you stay.”

He nodded, as if the matter were settled, and leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on his knees again. “You seem off today,” he said, his tone gentler now. “I take it dinner didn’t go well?”

You sighed, your shoulders sagging under the weight of the question. “It went about as well as it always does. Mom asked me when I was getting married, and my sister reminded me that I’m failing at womanhood because I don’t have a baby attached to my hip.”

Henry tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “That seems like an odd metric for success.”

“It’s not odd if you’re them,” you said, running a hand through your hair. “It’s tradition, Henry. Marry young, have kids, spend the rest of your life baking pies and judging your neighbors. I’ve apparently failed on all counts.”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on you like he was trying to untangle your words and find the truth hidden beneath them. “And do you care?” he asked finally.

“Not really,” you said, though your tone betrayed a flicker of doubt. “I mean, I care in the sense that it’s exhausting to have them constantly reminding me of what I’m not. But I don’t care enough to change who I am just to make them happy.”

“Good,” he said simply, his voice firm in a way that made your chest ache a little.

You looked at him, surprised. “Good?”

“Yes,” he said, his gaze steady and unwavering. “Because you’d be miserable living a life that wasn’t yours. And, frankly, you’re too interesting to waste on something so banal.”

The words hung in the air between you, unexpected and heavy in their sincerity. You swallowed, unsure how to respond, and finally settled for a quiet, “Thanks.”

Henry leaned back again, his shoulders relaxing as he shifted in the chair. “You’re welcome,” he said, his voice softer now. “Though if you’re planning to spend the rest of the evening wallowing, I’d suggest getting in the bath before the water goes cold.”

You blinked at him, startled by the shift in tone. “You’re really going to sit here while I take a bath?”

“Why not?” he said, his lips twitching with the ghost of a smile. “I have plenty to talk about, and you seem in desperate need of distraction.”

You couldn’t argue with that, so you stubbed out the remains of your cigarette, watching the faint curl of smoke spiral upward. Henry’s gaze flicked toward the ashtray, then back to you, as if assessing whether you were finished sulking or simply pausing for dramatic effect.

“Fine,” you said, standing with a soft sigh. “But if you’re staying, you’re making yourself useful.”

“I already fetched the chair and ashtray,” he pointed out dryly, standing as well. “What more could you possibly require?”

“I don’t know,” you said, unbuttoning your shirt as you walked toward the bath. “Hand me a towel. Keep me entertained.”

Henry didn’t roll his eyes, you doubted he was capable of anything so undignified, but there was a faint quirk of his brow as he picked up the towel you’d tossed haphazardly onto the sink. He handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly before retreating back to the chair he’d claimed.

As you sank into the steaming water, the tension in your shoulders began to dissolve, though the sight of Henry leaning back in the wooden chair, his legs crossed neatly at the ankle, was a small distraction.

“You’re going to sit there and stare at me the whole time, aren’t you?” you asked, settling against the curve of the tub.

He tilted his head slightly. “It depends. Would it make you uncomfortable?”

“Yes,” you said immediately, though the heat creeping into your cheeks suggested otherwise.

Henry hummed softly, clearly unconvinced. “Then I’ll avert my gaze,” he said, his voice tinged with mockery as he turned his head toward the window. “There. Better?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, instead letting your head fall back against the tub. The warmth of the water soaked into your skin, easing away the frustration of the day, and you closed your eyes, content to let the silence settle.

It didn’t last long.

“You’ve been reading Proust again, haven’t you?” Henry asked, his voice cutting through the stillness.

You cracked one eye open, frowning at him. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you’ve been quoting him under your breath,” he said simply. “And because you always fall into this particular mood after reading Swann’s Way.”

You blinked, caught between annoyance and a begrudging sort of admiration. “Do you keep notes on me or something?”

“Of course not,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his hands clasped between his knees. “But I notice things. Like how you always reread the section about the madeleine whenever you’ve had a bad day. Or how you defend Swann’s obsession with Odette, even though you claim to despise sentimentality.”

You groaned, sinking lower into the water. “Can we not analyze my reading habits right now?”

“Would you rather discuss yours or mine?” Henry countered, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“I’m not sure I have the energy for either,” you muttered.

He ignored you, leaning back in the chair as he laced his fingers together in his lap. “I’ve been revisiting Montaigne lately,” he said, as though you’d asked. “His essays on friendship, in particular. There’s a passage where he writes about how true friends are mirrors to one another. That their souls are so intertwined that they become one.”

“Very romantic,” you said, your tone laced with sarcasm.

Henry gave a small shrug. “It’s not about romance. Montaigne was writing about companionship, the kind that transcends any notion of love as we understand it. The kind that’s rare and profound, and ultimately irreplaceable.”

You glanced at him, his profile lit softly by the dim light of the bathroom. There was a weight to his words that made your chest tighten, though you weren’t sure if it was the content or the way he said it, with that quiet, almost unintentional reverence that made you wonder if he was speaking about something specific.

“Well,” you said after a pause, “if Montaigne had friends who talked as much as you, he must’ve been a very patient man.”

Henry chuckled softly, the sound rare and fleeting. “Patience,” he said, “is a virtue.”

“Not one of mine,” you replied, shaking your head slightly and letting your eyes drift closed again.

Henry didn’t argue, and for a moment, you thought he might’ve taken the hint and decided to let you relax in peace. But, of course, that was wishful thinking.

“Do you ever think about the way writers immortalize people?” he asked suddenly.

You cracked one eye open, staring at him. “What?”

“Think about it,” he said, leaning forward again. “Proust wrote Odette into eternity because of Swann. Dante canonized Beatrice. Even Montaigne’s essays are filled with reflections of his closest friend. It’s a kind of madness, really, to believe you can preserve someone forever in words.”

You frowned, unsure where he was going with this. “What’s your point?”

He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “Do you ever wonder,” he said quietly, “what someone might write about you.”

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected.

“Hopefully something better than ‘she smokes in the bathroom and sulks in the tub,’” you said, trying to mask the sudden tightness in your throat with humor.

Henry’s lips curved slightly, though his eyes remained serious. “I think,” he said, his voice low, “they’d write about how you find humor in the absurd. How you’re more than anyone expects you to be.”

You stared at him, caught off guard by the sudden softness in his tone. “That’s very poetic Henry,” you said finally, your voice quieter now.

“I’ve been told I have my moments,” he replied, settling back in his chair. For once, you didn’t argue.

Henry stood from his chair without a word, his long shadow stretching across the bathroom tiles as he stepped toward the sink. He reached for the bottle of shampoo sitting on the counter, flipping it open and testing the consistency between his fingers. You watched him with a mix of amusement and curiosity, the faintest smile tugging at your lips.

“What are you doing?” you asked, though the question was half-hearted.

“Washing your hair,” he said simply, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“What in God’s name- I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He placed the bottle on the edge of the tub and rolled up his sleeves with deliberate precision, exposing the sharp planes of his forearms. It was such a Henry gesture, that you couldn’t help but laugh softly under your breath.

“Do you even know how?” you teased, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

He gave you a look, one that was equal parts amused and vaguely condescending. “It’s not that difficult,” he said, crouching beside the tub. “Tilt your head back.”

You obeyed, leaning your head against the curve of the tub as he cupped his hands to gather water, carefully pouring it over your hair. The warmth seeped into your scalp, and you let out a soft sigh, your body sinking deeper into the water.

“This is absurd,” you murmured, though your voice lacked conviction.

“You can thank me later,” he replied, his tone dry as he worked a small amount of shampoo into his palms.

His hands were gentle as they worked through your hair, his fingertips massaging your scalp with a kind of practiced ease that made you wonder if he’d done this before. There was a certain tenderness in the way he handled you. Something that made this feel intimate. You sure wouldn’t want Bunny or Richard barging in. 

“Have you always been this bossy?” you asked, your eyes closed as his fingers traced careful patterns against your skin.

“Only when necessary,” he replied.

“And you think this is necessary?”

“I think you’ve had a long day,” he said simply, his voice softer now. “And I think you’re too stubborn to admit you need someone to take care of you every once in a while.”

Your lips parted to argue, but the words died on your tongue as his fingers moved to the nape of your neck, kneading the tension there with a skill that left you momentarily speechless.

“See?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You’re already proving my point.”

You groaned softly, though it was more out of reluctant enjoyment than genuine annoyance. “You’re insufferable,” you muttered.

“I’ve been called worse,” he said with a faint smile, rinsing the suds from your hair with another careful pour of water.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the soft lapping of the water against the tub and the rhythmic motion of his hands in your hair. It was... soothing, in a way you hadn’t expected, and you found yourself relaxing in his presence in a way that felt oddly vulnerable.

“You’re quiet,” Henry remarked after a moment, his tone almost teasing. But you didn't respond, slightly scared you were going to wake up from a dream or something. 

He hummed softly, his hands moving to smooth the strands of your hair back from your face. “You know,” he said, his voice thoughtful, “I was reading something the other day about rituals. About how they can make the mundane feel sacred.”

You opened one eye, glancing up at him. “And this is your idea of a ritual?”

“Perhaps,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Though I doubt Montaigne had bubble baths in mind.”

You snorted softly, the sound cutting through the quiet. “You really can’t turn it off, can you?”

“Turn what off?”

“That incessant need to intellectualize everything,” you said, though there was no real bite to your words.

Henry’s smile widened slightly, and he reached for the towel he’d set aside earlier, draping it gently over your shoulders. “Perhaps not,” he admitted. “But I’d argue it’s part of my charm.”

You rolled your eyes, but the gesture was half-hearted. “You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, though the faint smile on your lips betrayed your words.

His voice low and amused, “But here you are, letting me wash your hair.”

Henry’s hands stilled, resting lightly on your shoulders as he adjusted the towel, tucking it more securely around you. The air in the room shifted, the playful tension dissipating into something softer, quieter. You leaned back against the curve of the tub, your eyes drifting shut, the warmth of the water lulling you into a pleasant haze.

The silence stretched between you, not uncomfortable but companionable, filled with the faint dripping of water and the occasional rustle as Henry shifted in his seat. He didn’t leave; you’d known he wouldn’t. Instead, you felt him settle against the edge of the tub again, his hand brushing against yours briefly as he adjusted his position.

You opened your eyes just enough to catch him gazing at you, not in the sharp, calculating way he often regarded the world, but with a gentleness you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before. It was disarming, that look, as if he were seeing parts of you that even you didn’t know existed.

“Comfortable?” he asked quietly, his voice low and soft, as if he didn’t want to disturb the stillness.

You nodded, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at your lips. “More than.”

He gave a small nod, seemingly satisfied, and leaned back slightly, his head tilting against the wall. “Good.”

For a moment, you thought he might lapse into silence again, but then he started talking, quietly, almost absentmindedly, as though the words had been waiting to spill out all along. He spoke of a poem he’d been reading earlier in the day, his voice steady and soothing, weaving the verses into the air between you. He recited a line here and there, translating the meaning, tracing its cadence like a finger over parchment.

And then, as if the poem had unlocked something in him, he moved seamlessly into other topics. He talked about a book he’d been meaning to recommend to you, about a theory he’d read concerning the relationship between mythology and memory. His voice was unhurried, lilting, each word delivered as if he were sharing a secret meant only for you. You listened, not to every word of course, but to the rhythm of his voice, letting it wash over you like the water pooling around you.

Without thinking, you shifted slightly in the tub, your hand brushing against his where it rested on the edge. You expected him to move away, to pull back into himself as he often did, but he didn’t. Instead, his fingers curled around yours briefly, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, but one that spoke volumes.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of the heater kicking on.

“For what?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

“For staying,” you said simply, the words carrying a weight you couldn’t quite explain.

He didn’t reply immediately, but his grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly, his thumb brushing against your skin in a gesture that felt almost instinctive. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you’d ever heard it.

“Always.”

[prissytutu]

Ballet class gave the sissies the perfect cover to explore their feelings without their girlfriends watching. Little did they know, their girlfriends watched every class behind the 2-way mirror

[initiativelouise]

Ohh what a great way to start of Sissy Sunday, season two of Sissy in Paris.

The gorgeous girly boi returns to Paris after spending months away caring for her beloved Grandma.

It's great to see the little fashionista back in her spiritual home, and back to having lots of fun. The saucy little minx gave two fellow passengers a wonderful first class experience on the flight 😈.

Really looking forward to the next episode 🩷🩷🩷

[ladydarkfics]

Undivided Attention Two

Summary: Him not having your attention really bugged him.

Warning: This story contains Dark Themes one who cannot handle.

Notes: unedited.

“yes he’s coming in today!” You overhear your coworkers,

It has been three weeks since the rebranding of your company.

“I was told he has something for blonde women,” she clearly was talking about herself. If only they knew about the careless shit they do.

“I need you to organize the meeting,” Your supervisor once again barges in. You think it’s out of habit now.

“Okay, what type of meeting,” You look down at the papers. “For Homelander?,” You read the first page.

“Yup, they need new people working at Vought, and they are hand selecting them.” She gleamed but quickly the smile was turned upside down. “I don’t got a chance, i’m already managing this company,”

“New people? But I thought we were running low on employees,” You asked.

“They’ll be replaced,”

“How was school,” You asked your little brother as you picked him up. You could see he was extra cheerful today.

“Awesome, Homelander came to our school today,” You could see the gleam in his eyes. It was genuine.

“Why would he be there? was it an assembly or something,” You asked casually but deep down you were nervous.

“No, he came to my class only”

“did he remember you?”

“Yeah, he told me that he’s looking forward to seeing us again,” He answered. Your heart was about to burst.

“What!” You lost your cool and stop the car to look at him. “What else did he say Nathan?” Your voice was stern.

“Nothing else, just that he’s fond of us. What does fond mean sissy?” He asks, your face soften regretting snapping at him. You continued to drive home. You didn’t even answer his question. You felt sick, just like that night.

The whole day felt weird. You didn’t feel safe. You tried your best to act normal around Nathan so you won’t freak him out.

There’s times like this when you wish your parents were still around, they’d know to say to Nathan. They’d know how to calm you.

You put him to bed, finally having time to think straight. You cleaned up after him. As you bent down to grab his clothes from the floor you heard a creek from the floorboards. You snap up and turn quickly towards the noise. It was dark but you could make out a figure. You drop what you have in your hands and freeze up. You mentally curse at yourself.

You look toward the room Nathan was in scared he might do something to him. You knew who it was. You could feel that same feeling you had the day he looked down at you as you were covered in blood.

You saw him move towards his room, the door was opened. Tears weld up—scared something might happen to your little brother.

“Please,” You finally had the courage to say something and yet it was hardly a whisper. He stopped and looked at you. This time you saw his face as he came closer to the lamp. You locked in with his eyes, “What do you want?” Your voice was shaky and you tried your best to ground yourself as your legs felt like jelly.

He didn’t say anything, only putting his index finger up to his mouth. Signaling to shush. He walked closer to Nathan’s door and you chocked on a sob. As you waited for the worse he ends up closing it. You were washed with relief but soon that feeling was gone as he walked towards.

“You don’t wanna wake Nathan up do you?” His voice was low. You were taken aback, you didn’t think he would remember his name.

“Do you?” He was intending that at any moment he could hurt him.

You shook your head, but as he stepped closer you backed up. He stops and his face dropped. He sighs and sits down like it’s his place. “I’m gonna give you a choice,” He looks at you.

A choice? Your eyebrows furrow confused at what he’s playing at.

“You either give me the attention I deserve, or well there really isn’t another option,” He laughs

Anger washes over you, “That you deserve?” You almost could laugh in his face, “How about you save people for real, you’re a joke,” You didn’t even know where you found the courage. Maybe because of the flashes you had about you being covered with thick blood and chunks.

Oh but you didn’t know, you were clueless about the things he’s actually capable of. You hear a door creek opened and you snap to look where it’s coming from.

“Mommy?” You sigh, he’s always like this when he’s half awake. Your attention wasn’t on Homelander anymore. In fact you almost forget he’s there. Almost.

“Hey little fella,” He stands up, as you were about to step to get Nathan, Homelander puts his hand up grabbing your waist. You tried to break free but this guy was like fucking heavy metal.

“Homelander? Sissy?” He’s fully up now,

“Go back to bed, i’ll be there in a bit,” You tried to say in a calm voice. You scratch as hard as you could at his hand that was wrapped around your waist but he didn’t even move, you don’t think he even noticed.

“Listen to your sister,” He chirped once Nathan wasn’t moving. Nathan didn’t see anything wrong with the situation and went back into the room. He turns to look at you, yet you’re still trying to break from his grasp. “You know I could snap his little neck, and I could just say the dumbass fell.” You froze, a whimper was let out. “Who would they believe?”

You didn’t really have a choice at this point what could you do. You heard a buzz coming from your opened laptop. It was an email from work.

“Go on open it,” He says as he pushes you towards the table it was on. You weren’t sure what it was. You look back unsure what’s happening. The email read; Thank you. We appreciate the work you have done, you and a group of people have been selected to start working at the Vought Tower. You start in a week. Good work.

It was an email from Alexa. You look back at Homelander but he was gone. You thought it was a horrible dream but the window was left open.

A week went by without the disturbance of Homelander. You made sure to always lock the doors. Even though you knew they were useless compared to him. You tried to back out of the new raise.

“I’m sorry but we already have someone in your place, besides it’s the best thing anyone could want, be lucky,” Your supervisor responded.

As you made your cubby comfortable a girl comes up to you. “Homelander requested to see you,” Before you could answer she walks aways. She stops after she realizes you aren’t following her. She raises her eyebrows intending to follow. You get up once you realize.

“y/n, how lovely to see you again,” He says as the girl leaves.

The room was big and he was sitting at the end of the table. You didn’t say anything. Your face was filled with confusion.

“Is there something I can help you with,” You state wanting to get out of this room. He made you uncomfortable. No one was here and that made you feel nervous. He could do whatever he wanted and no one would know. Maybe if you yell. Would they believe you over him?

“c’mere” He signals to his lap. Fuck no you think. “you really wanna see your brother hurt? Hospitalized?” He asked. Would he really hurt Nathan. You would do anything for your brother.

And he knew that, every time he sees the way you look at him and make him your priority. He feels that envy. He doesn’t know why but he wants your full attention he wants to be your top priority. And he’ll make sure he gets it, no matter what.

You gulped in fear and slowly made your way towards him. When he saw that you were just standing there he grabs you and turns you around making you sit on his lap. He groans as he sniffs your hair. You felt like gagging.

“Don’t worry about picking up Nathan, I’ll handle that okay Honey,” He says as his hands make their way towards your chest.

Honey? Okay this has gone too far. You try to grab his hands to push them away. “Homelander, look I don’t want this, okay” You try to get up but he wouldn’t let you.

“Oh but you do, you just don’t know it yet,” his hands make it towards your waist band.

“This isn’t right,” you pleaded

“Then why does it feel right, ah see even you know it,” He was touching your folds. His fingers were instantly covered slimy liquid. “Either you be a good girl and listen to me or I can take your brother away from you,” You gasp ones he added two fingers in you.

You try your best to get out of his grip, tears started forming. “Please what do you want,” You started to grow tired from trying to get the fuck out there. You felt helpless.

“Your attention,” You felt yourself already climaxing.

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you so obviously are agp omg i miss the days when you weirdos were bullied for sissy captions

No form, barely understandable, 2/10. See me after class, anon.

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Kremy and his Memaw would spend hours in the kitchen baking cookies for valentines day to give out to his classmates since they couldn’t really afford to give out the paper ones.

This was all hunky dory until the boys in his class started calling him a sissy and other such words. It especially hurt when one of his classmates that he had a crush on and made special cookies for threw them into the swamp when he though Kremy wasn't looking. He never made cookies again.

(Until a certain Fire Genasi comes along and Kremy starts craving his memaws famous Peanutbutter chocolate cookies)

This is a true fact.

VKCPFNVZFVNXM NOOO HE WAS JUST A BABY LET HIM MAKE COOKIES YOU ASSHOLES. NOW HES EMOTIONALLY CLOSED OFF AND DEPRESSED LOOK WHAT YOU DID!! /hj

He WOULD do that. Honestly he'd probably make something special for every holiday that the Krew celebrates, like any goblin specific ones or tabaxi traditions etc etc. And he's like "yeah well it's better to make something yourself because people are gonna try to con you into these stupidly expensive crappy gifts" but also very clearly his love language is making food anyway.

Gideon doesn't realize he's getting anything that much more special than the rest though, like it's delicious obviously but he thinks it's just because they have been friends for longer so he gets the cooler ones. But he enjoys those cookies with everything he's got and that makes Kremy extremely happy.