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seat taker

s. you have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?

w.c. 10.6k

w. fem! reader, biker!geto! x reader , fluff!, smut! (its more so toward the end so u can read until it cuts off to that lol if u want)

a/n: based on this idea I posted about biker!geto from uni lol, I didn't really proofread so ill get to that sometime later after I shower and eat lol just wanted to get this out

"go sit next to him then."

you take a nervous gulp from your water bottle as you walk to your lit class. the effort was a bit clumsy considering you were using one hand to open and close it while the other held your phone, your friend on the other line.

"never, would I ever have the balls to do that. i may be confident but I am not as delusional as the caveman gym bro that took your seat so he could sit next to me in anthropology."

she laughs on the other end, a hysterical giggle at your backtalk.

"well then he's just gonna keep thinking you're creepy cause you stare."

you let out a haughty scoff, "as if I acknowledge his existence." a finger of yours goes up in the air, as if she could see you being a smartass about your discretion, "I never look at him. I only get in a glance or two when he asks the professor a question or when he raises his hand to answer a question."

"you're insane."

"unfixable." you sigh prettily and proudly before giving a more serious response to her first suggestion, "and it would be really awkward if I sat next to him either way. the class is packed and everyone has their assigned unassigned seats, the white haired guy that always sits next to him would probably push me off his seat if he ever saw me there."

"that is true. some girl did that to me in stats and I was like ??? have you not been sitting somewhere else this entire semester? pissed me off that I had to sit somewhere else and take someone's seat."

you're about five seconds away from your lecture hall door when you add to her complaint.

"right. and then that person looks at you funny cause you took their seat and then argh–its just a fucking domino effect." you turn around and take a step into the class, the sight before you bringing emphasis to the last words that you meant to finish off with, "fuck seat takers..."

"huh. what was that last part?"

your classroom is full. every one of the 200 seats are seemingly just taken. it's a sight you're not used to when you walk into class. normally, when you decide to go in, about half of the class is there, and you were starting to curse the fact that you gave yourself the luxury to finish the last of your reading for next week ahead of time. those ten minutes didn't seem like they'd make a difference, they sure do now...

with white haired guy sitting in YOUR seat.

its across the lecture hall from where he normally sits, next to Geto, who just so conveniently has an empty seat next to him, the only empty seat.

poker face, poker face, poker face.

it's all you repeat to yourself as you walk up the carpet steps to the row where Geto is sitting and try to continue the conversation with your friend.

there's no white noise, some people are typing away at their computers and others are chatting with the person next to them or near them, so it gives you room to explain yourself a little without being heard.

"everybody's already in class, and white haired guy is in my seat dude, and guess which seat isn't fucking taken." there's an edge to your voice, however it lays undetectable with your calm face.

"WAITTTTTTTT. AHAHA–"

you can feel your body heating up in nerves when you start walking between Geto's row, to the seat next to him.

"stop f/n. I am on the verge of committing a serious crime. I'm going to actually end up in handcuffs by the end of today. the–"

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA." She keeps laughing at you as you force yourself to not care that you're pulling out and sinking into the chair next to Geto. If he acknowledged you, you wouldn't have known, his mere presence something you deleted from your mind in order to process the current events before you right now.

a high pitched and drawn out HA is the last of her laughs you hear before she speaks again, "I basically manifested this for you. you should be thanking me."

"fuck your manifesting. I'm not excited for this." you don't care to filter your voice into a whisper, it stays at its normal tone even though you're next to Geto because he didn't even know what the conversation was about anyway.

you balance your phone between your shoulder and cheek while you begin to take out your iPad and journal for class.

"ask him for a ride on his motorcycle after heh." she pokes at you and you feel like you can hear her poking out her tongue in malevolence.

even though you're slightly grumpy at your predicament, you manage to make a comment accompanied by a sigh, "with the way midterms are looking, id need a different kind of ride."

"you can ask him for that too~"

"shut up, you menace."

"hehe," she strikes evilly, "well, I'll leave you to your class with your boyfriend."

"no, stop, the class doesn't even–"

"bye!"

and she hung up on you, leaving you to flip mindlessly through your notebook while you try to ignore the presence of the hot hot hot piece of sexiness next to you.

suguru geto has been at the forefront of your mind for weeks now. you had always slightly admired him from afar, considering your actual seat in the lecture hall was across the room from him. he was undeniably attractive, with his long black always tied up in a bun and clean outfits. and his intelligence, he was always one to garner thoughtful debates in class in response to the professors teachings. his calmness towards everything was enough to make you swoon at the thought go him being that patient with you too.

and his stupid motorcycle, the thing that made it all click for you.

you had been walking to the library after class to meet with your classmate to work on an anthropology presentation when you caught a glimpse–stare–of him getting onto a motorcycle and pulling a helmet over his head before he quickly rode off to wherever he was going. for some reason, it really got your gears grinding and wishing you could just jump this man and do some truly desperate things.

he was all you thought about after. none of the other cute guys in your classes could hold a candle to the being that is suguru geto, renouncing you into a pining mess that looked forward to every lit class–even though you pretended you didn't care for him.

god, what even was the point in all of this if you weren't ever going to make a move? if he just SPOKE to you first maybe you could get some rizz in–

"you have pretty handwriting."

"I–what?"

you perk up like a deer in headlights at the sudden voice of Geto, wondering if you're the one he's speaking to.

and he is, he's spinning a pen between his fingers while he looks at you, slightly gesturing towards the journal in your hands, your cursive covering the pages of it.

"oh!" you're still caught off guard, doe eyes in the face of his sudden and scary, to you, comment, "thank you. can't even read it sometimes though, it's like trying to understand another language when I have to study what I write after."

he smiles slightly at your comment, a whisp of his dark hair swaying near his right eye, "I think it'd be cool to try and translate."

you resist the urge to curl into a ball and wish he would just look away from you, but you persevere, holding out your journal to him.

"be my guest." you say without hesitance

he sets his pen aside when he grabs it, immediately flipping through the pages and starting to skim through your notes, his eyes moving side to side as he does. you get a good view of him while he goes about trying to decipher your writings. he's wearing a black shirt today, it's not exactly tight, but not loose either. it gives you the perfect view of his arms bulging a bit, his biceps' size is an eye sore for you.

he's wearing these black stud earrings too, only visible because of the bun that he keeps his long hair. you wish you could see how long his hair actually was sometimes, he had never worn it down to class.

"looks like I'm more versed in your cursive than you are." he glances at you, a faint smile on his lips

your eyebrows raise a little and your eyes widen, "what? you can read it?"

he closes the journal and slides it to your spot on the very long lecture table. geto then leans over to your side a bit, close to your ear, and starts to point across the room to his white haired friend.

"see that idiot with the pitch black glasses?"

the question sends chills down your spine, the proximity making your heart race.

"y-yeah."

"silver spoon baby. learned cursive when he was four and it's basically incomprehensible unless you've been sharing notes with him since high school."

a laugh flows out of your lips, etching a smile on your face. your shoulder slightly bumps into his chest from it before you turn your head to directly face his.

"and I'm taking it that you're well versed in his cursive then too?"

he looks at you with a slight dreaminess in his eyes, his height still domineering over you even if you were both seated next to each other.

"have to be, would have failed lots of class projects if I didn't"

you take the opportunity to poke about the whereabouts of his friend in your seat now that he's been mentioned.

"and why's he sitting over there then?" you blink up at him for a response

at this, geto sinks back to his original position on his chair, face a million miles away from yours now as he goes back to fiddling with his pen.

"he's...trying to flirt with the girl he's talking to right now." he shakes his head a little, although there isn't much of a disappointed look in his face, it's more entertained. he was probably used to his friend's antics by now.

"ah. at least it looks like she's into it." you dispense the weight of your head onto the palm of your hand as you look at his friend with him, "could not have been me."

"what?"

you don't turn to look at him as you respond, "this Andrew Tate gym bro took my friend's seat to sit next to me in my anthropology class the other day. tried speaking to me like those guys who swear all you need is a computer to become a millionaire. worst ninety minutes of my life."

you hear a puff of a laugh from geto

"I can guarantee you Gojo has better skills than that. he's probably talking about his Halloween party for this weekend."

you flip your head to look at him suddenly, "he's that guy?"

every big party that everyone talked about on campus was always held by Gojo. they had numerous amounts of beers and liquor bottles. always the best music, the best hookup stories, the best snacks, everything. you hadn't put a face to the name until now, although it should've clicked when you found out Geto's name. his was always being paired with Gojo, as some would put it, two pretty best friends.

geto could see the gears turning in your head and his eyes creased a little at your realization in a smile, "yea, that's the guy."

you're a bit taken aback by his confirmation and turn to take another look at gojo before looking back at geto.

amused, geto speaks again, "by all means, go for it, he's–"

you quickly shake your head and stretch out both your hands to frantically do the same, "no, god, no. i'm not into him. it's just I didn't know that was him. I always hear good things about his parties."

geto nods, "he has an affinity for making sure everyone has a good time. you ever been to one?"

you shake your head, "never, haven't had the chance to or been invited."

"you should go to the Halloween one." geto suggests, gesturing his pen in your direction before going back to spinning it around his fingers, "you know where it is?"

you shake your head again, now completely facing his direction, the attention you were giving to his friend gone and now placed on him.

geto gestures towards your journal and reaches for it, "may I?"

you nod, curious at what he was going to do.

he flips the journal and opens the very last page, guaranteed to be blank and begins writing something on it.

when he pushes it back to your side of the table, you can see what he's written now, an address.

"that's where the frat house is."

you wiggle your eyebrows a little at him, "you in the frat too?"

geto laughs fully this time and shakes his head, "no. I have my own apartment. that's just gojo's thing."

you acknowledge him and look over the address written on your journal, "I'll think about it. have to wear my costume somewhere right?"

"what is it?" he tilts his head curiously, genuine interest in what you would choose to dress up as.

you try to bite back the smile at the knowledge you have of your costume and choose to leave it up in the air for him, tapping your journal on his shoulder.

"now that is something for you to find out if you see me at the party."

just how it's entailed in mean girls, you dress up slutty for gojo's halloween party. you wore a playboy bunny costume, close to one of the sluttier things you can wear, but it's rare recently for girls to wear as opposed to the trendy fairy and angel costumes lately.

although it isn't exactly halloween yet, its the first out of the two parties gojo was holding in honor of the holiday. next weekend there would be another one on the actual day, but you didn't know if you'd go that one yet, you were going to see what this one was all about though.

you brought your friend with you, hooking her up with the address geto provided you because she had been aching to go to one of gojo's parties too.

your eyes light up when you see geto's sleek black motorcycle parked near the garage as the both of you walk to the door.

"god, there's so many people inside." your friend all but screeches in excitement and you would too if it weren't for the nerves of impending doom that geto, your everything crush and classmate, was going to see you wearing this.

the chills that come from the thought make you rub your shoulders for heat as you walk inside and the blaring of the music becomes even more booming now that it isn't being shielded by the walls of the house.

"where do you think the drinks are?" you try to speak up, a trace of small worry at bumping into geto laced in your voice.

she raises her head up and looks around to see where she could spot the alcohol until she starts dragging you by the hand, "the kitchen is over here I think!"

she pushes the both of you past clusters of people, paving the way for her desire for vodka and it makes you bump into someone a bit roughly.

you try to voice out your apology quickly as she keeps dragging you along, looking back at who you just bumped into.

it's geto.

his eyes show mild surprise, not one for entirely showing his emotions, they're widened a bit and he looks a bit taken aback while his eyes rake up and down your body–still being dragged away. he's not wearing a costume, sporting a white t-shirt and jeans instead.

the words of apology you were going to utter fall off as you make eye contact and realize it was him you bumped into, he who just got an obvious look at your costume.

you're glad the speed of your friend makes the interaction short lived due to her lightning speed in suddenly bringing you to the kitchen, which is lined with beer and liquor of all kinds, every space of the spacious kitchen taken up by alcohol.

you hurriedly reach to serve yourself a cup of strawberry vodka, hoping that the first sip and those after might make your nerves dilute. when you turn around to talk to your friend, who's probably already served herself straight flavorless vodka, she's being flirted with by her anthropology club crush. she gives you a quick glance, a combination of 'oh my god oh my god' and 'sorry' being communicated to you.

you smile at her knowingly and point towards where everyone was dancing and talking, marking that that's where you would be while you left her to go as far as she wanted with the boy in front of her.

you're halfway through the crowd to make it to the patio when a voice is suddenly in your ear from behind.

"is it as cool as people say?"

you jump at the intrusion and cradle the cup of vodka to your chest and look at who just spoke to you.

it's geto, exactly behind you, his large frame towering over your body and leaned over so you could hear him.

you're stopped in your tracks and turn around to face him now, trying hard not to feel intimated by your basically half naked right in front of him.

"yeah!" you nod

geto turns his head a little from his spot at least a foot above you and leans down again, at level heads with you

"sorry, say that again." he looks at you earnestly, wanting to be able to properly hear your answer with the loud music echoing into your ears and his.

"I said yeah! I didn't know parties could be this packed!" you say, taking a nervous sip from your cup as you look at him

"what happened to your friend?" geto keeps his posture the way it is to keep talking to you

"the guy she likes started talking to her!" you exclaim past the loud blare of music.

"ah." he nods, taking a quick glance to the kitchen and spotting your friend smiling eagerly at the guy in a jason costume in front of her. "what are you going to do then?"

you blink cluelessly, haven't actually thought about until he asked you.

"dance!" you look around the room so he could look with you. bodies pressed against each other and bodies dancing by themselves all across the room.

geto smiles and straightens himself before reaching a hand out to you and gives you a look of 'wanna take it?'

you can't help the bashful smile that makes its way to your face as you hesitantly take his hand. he softly brings you closer to him, not as close as the other horny bodies in the room, but it's a little intimate and makes you feel intoxicated. he puts his other hand high on your waist, making sure to avoid the sluttiness beneath that line of your torso considering your outfit, and he starts to sway the both of you to the music. he holds you to himself with you hook an arm over his shoulder and use the other hand to hold your drink, singing along to the music with a toothy smile.

it was playful, the interaction with him, a fun setting between the both of you. the combination of that and the large heap of strawberry vodka you served yourself and managed to finish by the second song with him were the reason for your increasing comfortable nature with him. you were laughing and laying your head on his chest frequently through your endless bursts of energy and gasping breaths for relief.

he was smiling throughout the entirety of it, never getting too comfortable though, and keeping his hands where they had originally been.

"I just wanna be one of your girls tonight!" you sing at the top of your lungs.

geto lets go of one of the hands encircling you and instead reaches for one of the hands splayed across his shoulder and chest, caressing it with a thumb.

you tug at him a little with your other hand and he leans down to hear what you're about to say.

"wanna get drinks?" you ask, craving a sweet hard seltzer instead of another pour of vodka.

"you want something?" geto asks you back

"are there any strawberry drinks?" you blink up at him

geto looks like he's thinking for a second, trying to remember the usual drinks his best friend caters, before he nods, "yeah there are. want me to get you one?"

you nod eagerly at him and follow him to kitchen. he had taken a hold of your hand when he noticed you were going to accompany him, he didn't want you to struggle getting through all those people.

he had been bent over to look through a cooler on the floor before he stood up and held out a strawberry daiquiri to you, "here."

"thank you." you nod before you jump and sit on the countertop so you could rest and drink

you notice geto doesn't have a drink in his hand when he leans against the kitchen island in front of you.

"you didn't want a drink?"

geto shakes his head calmly, "gotta drive back."

"oh." you remember his motorcycle from earlier near the garage and strike another question so he doesn't know that you know he has a motorcycle. incredible logic.

"what kinda car do you have?"

"ah, not a car, a motorcycle." he smiles slightly, the answer was humble

"oh~"you drag out–as if it was new information to you–and continue drinking from your bottle.

"you have a ride back home though?" geto asks, crossing his arms over his chest so he could be more comfortable while listening to you.

"uhh," you reach for your phone and see a message from your friend asking if it was okay for her to go to McDonalds with her crush, "well I was going to uber with my friend, but she just had a change of plans."

"I can take you home." he offers genuinely, tilting his head in await for your answer.

"In your motorcycle?!" you blurt out

he starts laughing heartily at your answer and smirks at you when he speaks again, "never been on one?"

"no." you shake your head, a bit intimidated, "what if I fall. im literally naked im gonna get cut up by the road."

geto smiles at you, "that's a fair concern, but I'll give you my helmet and let you borrow my jacket, it's big, it should cover you up a bit no?"

although the alcohol leaves your brain empty, you think it over which involved nothing but staring at him in supposed 'thought' before you nod, "okay."

"can I give you my number? so you can send me your address?" geto asks, shuffling a little bit closer to you

"mhm." you hand your phone to him and watch as he types away into your phone before he hands it back to you. when you stare back at his contact name, suguru geto, it makes a dawn of realization wash over you.

"you don't know my name, rig–"

"y/n."

you do a double take at how fast he says it and his eyes crease at your reaction.

"what?"

"you get involved in the lectures a lot." he takes note for you

"oh." you sink back into yourself

"do you know mine?"

you shyly respond with a, "yea, you get involved a lot too..."

"good to know." he grins a little, watching as you take the last sip of your drink and gesturing back towards the dancing scene, "wanna go back?"

"yeah." you confirm softly, taking the hand he gives you so you can get off the countertop smoothly. and when your feet touch the ground, you yelp, "ow ow ow ow!"

the hour of pure dancing and jumping around had not been a good rival for your new and tall heels. they were a height you had walked before, but the shoes themselves were new and not worn in, causing a great deal of pain across your entire foot.

geto held you by just below your armpits, the worry he had seeping through in his widened eyes and his leaning over to see if he find out what was wrong with you.

"what's wrong?" he asks quickly

"the heels," you scrunch up your nose in pain and sigh, "they hurt like a bitch now that I got a bit of rest."

you can tell geto feels bad about your pain by the way he grimaces for you and plants you on the countertop again. he suddenly kneels down and begins to work at the clasps of your heels.

"you can borrow my shoes. that sound alright?" he looks up at you from where he's at, already sliding one of the heels from your feet.

you're quick to deny, "but what about you?"

"satoru and I are the same size, I can just ask him for a pair, he has a million."

you give in at his response, embarrassed, "okay."

"you want me to take you home now?" he lightheartedly smiles as he works on the other heel, "I think you can walk in my shoes, but dancing doesn't seem doable."

"well yea." you say dejectedly, a little frown etching itself on your face when he finally comes back up, his lips quirk up a little when he sees it

"wait for me here then." he says, putting your shoes next to you on the countertop before he walks off a little hurriedly to you assume gojo's room.

when geto walks you to his motorcycle, he takes your heels and puts them in the compartment box of it for you, then takes his helmet and immediately puts it on your head.

an 'oomf' leaves your mouth at the sudden weight of it and he looks a little amused as he starts working at the straps of it.

"there you go."

he smirks a little as he looks at the, very large in comparison to you, helmet, and picks up his jacket that he brought back from gojo's room to put on you.

"there we go" he sighs, almost like he's proud of himself and gets on the motorcycle, turning his torso a little to pat behind him for you to get on too.

when you get on and take in the feeling of sitting on a motorcycle for the first time, he's turned around and looking at his phone, pinching and zooming in on the route to your apartment.

"you actually live pretty close to me." he murmurs, noting what roads to take.

"yeah?" you yawn, laying your head on his back

"alright," geto says, starting up his motorcycle, revving it up a bit, "hug me tight okay?"

you nod sleepily and wrap your arms around him, brain so eased by the alcohol in your system that you don't overthink it, as if your sober self wouldn't be screaming and crying on the inside during this exact situation.

geto drives off at a decent pace, some part of you thinking that this might not be the speed he normally drives off and that he was taking it a bit slower just for you. you could feel him breathe in and out all throughout the ride, his chest and stomach were rising and falling underneath your touch. you fell half asleep on him halfway through it, managing to grasp onto him like a child with their stuffed animal, and unable to resist the heaviness of your eyelids.

you blink back to reality at the sudden stop of movement, the stilling air was no longer brushing past your skin and the noise of wheels screeching against the road was gone.

after geto helps you get his helmet off, he hangs it on one of the handles and takes your heels out of the compartment box.

"this is your place right?"

another yawn flutters past your mouth again and you hold out your pointer finger to say yes.

"alright." geto says, watching as you lead the way into and through your apartment and to your place. he had placed a ghost of his hand near your back in case you started to trip up from his shoes considering their size in comparison to your feet. the walk was quiet considering your focus on making it to your door and the overwhelming sleepiness dawning on you.

when you get to your door you slip off geto's shoes and them to him, taking your heels from him in return.

"thank you, geto." you hold try not to yawn again, doe eyes sleepily fluttering at him

"you can call me by my first name." he comments comfortingly, "and no problem. see you in class?"

"yeah." and this time you do yawn, again, before you open your door and walk inside, looking at him while you hold onto the frame.

"alright then." he looks down at you from across the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding onto his shoes, "get some rest okay?"

"okay." you almost murmur, your bed calling out to you.

you get to class at the time you usually do the following class meeting. the weather forecast had been a little chilly, so you opted for a cozy, off the shoulder sweater. it was fashionable and you had been dying to use it the moment you saw the weather forecast the night before.

you're scribbling notes onto your iPad this time, going over lecture notes from your earlier class that day. there were some things you forgot to add and that's what you always used this time for before class started. you see the class start filling in minute by minute out of your peripheral vision as you do this.

your habit of pretending to not care about suguru's presence is still existent, so all you can see for a fleeting second when you look into your backpack for a mint is that he is indeed sitting at his normal spot with gojo.

there was no chance to look at him that day in class, he hadn't spoken, which wasn't really rare, sometimes you wouldn't speak in class either. you, however, did speak in class that day, the module that the professor was teaching that day had piqued your interest a great amount and thus called for a great amount of your interaction with the lesson.

by the end of class, you were setting quick reminders on the notes you had taken of what was the most important before you started packing your bag to leave. the sound of feet and shuffling to leave the class a bit noisy, but it could let you make out the distant loud voice of gojo, probably talking to suguru.

"I have been on my best behavior. I do not know what you mean by that Suguru." "No no no that was a favor, look where it got you." "Oh you are such a wuss."

It was only a little appealing considering the fact that you couldn't hear what suguru was saying and the things that gojo was saying didn't let you get any clues as to what they were talking about. oh well.

you wanted to go home and start studying for a test tomorrow, so you started walking out of class, past suguru and gojo's line of view.

you heard a smack, like one of them had hit the other.

and gojo's voice, "idiot."

you were sitting at your desk, going over the last of your test review when you felt your phone buzz across the desk and picked it up

suguru

hey

y/n

hi

suguru

you wanna take satoru's seat next class?

y/n

he wants to flirt with mika again?

suguru

not rlly lol.

y/n

?????

suguru

I think it'd be cool to switch desk buddies every once in a while ;)

y/n

lmaooo. I won't tell mika if that's what you're scared of

suguru

haha, that's not rlly the case, but just take his seat

y/n

okay?

when you go to class again that same week, you hesitantly take gojo's seat. there was no follow up text from suguru after you said your okay and it was a little off putting. of course it had only been that night and the day after that he hadn't texted again, but it was a little weird, especially for it being the very first text conversation he strikes with you. the only thing that had been exchanged between either of you in your messages had been your address to him from gojo's party.

there were no notes for you to go over, there was no test or important knowledge that you had to use soon in any upcoming classes, so you were left to wait for the class to begin while you aimlessly scrolled through your phone and watched people come into class.

three minutes had passed before suguru and gojo were walking into class together. gojo was rubbing his friend's shoulder rather roughly, a fang filled smile on his face as he said something to him. suguru didn't seem to mind it, like many things, his eyes still had that warmth they always had, but it looked like he had said something back.

gojo playfully shoved suguru forward by the back before he laughed evilly and walked to your original seat, if you were right, you could see his bright blue eyes flick to you for a second behind his glasses before he smiled at the girl he flirted with last week.

you look up at suguru as he finally gets to the seat next to you.

"hey." he sighs with a smile as he plops into the seat.

"hey." you smile only halfway, a little tired from staying up to finish a homework the night before.

"sorry about the cryptic texts." he starts to apologize, moving his chair a little closer to yours, "satoru took my phone."

ah. that's why it seemed so out of character

"it's fine." you reassure, "they were a little off putting to read."

suguru scratches at the back of his neck, "I'm sorry about that. I meant to text after but I felt awkward."

"really? about?"

for the first time, you see him stumble on what to say, hesitance obvious when he opens and closes his mouth for a painfully slow second before he manages to respond, "to see if you were coming to the party on actual Halloween night this weekend."

"oh." your mouth opens in a little oh, oblivious to what he really wanted to say, "I'm not too sure. my friend that I went to the party with is spending it with that same guy she left with. so I don't have anyone to go with. plus I already used my costume."

"what's wrong with using the playboy bunny costume again?"

you eye him, disappointed, and lean over to flick his forehead, "i...am not an outfit repeater, suguru. the people who saw me at last week's party are going to remember me and say 'she's using the same costume again, what a loser'"

he gazes back at you as if you pat his head instead of just flicking it, warmth and a hint of mischief seeping into his stare, "you're right, you did catch a lot of attention."

"what?"

suguru leans back in his seat and answers, "you looked beautiful. it was hard to ignore."

"for who?"

"for me and every guy with eyes at the party."

he seems calm and confident when he says it, but his cheeks and ears start to get a slight pinkish hue as he awaits your response.

you try to keep looking at him, fighting the need to look away and wait for the professor to start class, your flustered face saying all too well what you're feeling, "what am I supposed to say to that?"

"you don't have to." suguru moves forward, positions his feet to face you as well as his face, and puts his elbow on the table, slanting his body onto it a little, "The president of gojo's frat asked for your name. He really liked you."

"Zenin?!"

"You like him?" he asks, with the tone of a guy who would try to set you up with the president if you said yes.

you shake your head, gaze looking down in embarrassment, "no no. it just caught me off guard..."

"if you like Toji it's fine," he tries to lower his head so he could catch your eye again, speaking earnestly yet something about it sounds like it's fake, it's weird, "he's like a dog, treat him well and he's loyal. although he can be brutally possessive, probably the type to leave hickeys on your legs if you're going to be with him and wear a costume like the one from the party."

"no, I don't like him. he's not my type." you answer meekly, having felt a bit of pressure from his boasts of the frat president.

"no?"

"no."

and before he can continue with his intense conversation again, you're saved by your professor, dramatically entering the class and bellowing for all of you to pay attention to him.

when your class ends, you try and succeed at scampering away from suguru before he can get a word out. as if she possessed magical powers, your friend called you the moment your professor ended the lesson. within the millisecond her name popped up on your phone, you grabbed at your phone at put it to your ear.

"hello?"

"hey hey! I have a question!"

you pay no mind to suguru as you haul your backpack over your shoulders and begin to walk out of class.

"what's up?"

"do you want the extra halloween costume I bought? levi is taking me to dinner on halloween for our date and I won't get to use it."

"the fembot costume?!"

you can almost makeout the banter between suguru and gojo a way's away behind you as you walk down the concrete steps of the building.

"yeah! you can go to gojo's party in it!" she beams, before her voice gains a bit of malice, "you can dance with motorcycle guy again~"

"go there by myself?" you groan, almost wanting to stomp your feet on the pavement beneath you

"lots of girls go by themselves to parties!"

"well I've never done that." you grumble

"aw come on. use the costume and go for me. pretty pleaseeeee."

"I'm going to give you a reason to be scared on halloween if this goes south for me. got it?"

it's cold when you get to gojo's party and you're beyond psyched out of your mind. from the unbelievably slutty costume that let everyone see your naked body in panties due to sheer babydoll material and the fear of coming across a very handsome suguru or toji zenin, who as handsome as he was might be able to seduce you, but you didn't want him like you did suguru.

you're more conscious of the stares now, due to suguru's previous comment and the fact that this costume was way more revealing.

on instinct you rush to the kitchen and get a strawberry daiquiri like the one suguru got for you exactly a week ago. you didn't want to get drunk tonight considering you came by yourself, so reaching for the strawberry vodka again was not within your list of options.

your eyes were on high alert as you pushed yourself through the countless bodies dancing, trying to remain unseen.

it doesn't give you cause to hide for some reason, considering he's suguru's friend, but you see satoru strut to the kitchen in a slutty firefighter costume. he was wearing the pants and boots, and nothing on top but a set of suspenders. classic.

however, you do a double take when you suguru geto wearing that same exact costume. you swear you feel your eye twitch in frustration when your eyes see his hair finally down, splayed across his back and chest, and get a peek of a tattoo tracing his spinal structure, bone for bone, going all the way up his back until it gets interrupted by his hair. his arms are practically calling to you when he fist bumps a toji zenin wearing a prisoner costume, they flex and bulge at the action. his abs are all perfectly prominent and–

he just made eye contact with you.

you hadn't gojo walk up to him and whisper something into his ear, probably that you were here.

fuck you satoru gojo.

suguru smiles immediately and turns to walk to you, leaving you to stay in place and not run away from him.

"you bought another costume?"

"no," you feel your chest heave at the sight of him, breath getting caught in your throat with his very shirtless self right in front of you. it makes you look off to a girl dancing behind him when you continue, "my friend gave me hers because she didn't end up dressing up."

"you want me to bring zenin?" he points a thumb behind him, towards the kitchen, face the definition of calm and suave.

you glare at him this time and take a sip of your daiquiri

"what? feeling shy?" he smiles down at you, if he weren't such a peaceful seeming person, you would have said it was condescending

"I'm not into zenin." a tinge of irritation already seeping into your voice.

"you sure?" he moves closer to you, your face right smack in front of his chest.

"yes." you jut your chin at him, done with his shenanigans

his lips twitch a little when he tugs your strawberry daiquiri out of your hands, grabs you by the neck, thumb close to your chin, and says, "open your mouth." he immediately starts to chug from your daiquiri and the thought of realization dawns on you of what he was about to do.

you open your mouth and he pushes his body closer to yours as he spits the drink into your mouth, his eyes solely on yours as he does it besides for when he briefly looks at something or someone behind you rather haughtily. he's still holding you and intently watching when you swallow it down immediately. that familiar happy crease of his eyes sketched itself across his face after.

you're heaving a little, star struck by the action the both of you just committed, "what was that suguru?"

"scaring off zenin. you don't want him right?"

his eyelids flutter a bit, something yours did whenever they were sleepy and it makes you search into his eyes more. your curiosity dying when you see the sudden red veins clouding the whites of his eyes. and you push him off.

"are you kidding me? you're high?"

"and drunk." he smiles, not minding your pushing him off and still inserting himself into your personal space again.

you try to speak and can't, solely out of irritation at the fact that he did that because of his intoxicated state. you bite your lip to stop yourself from overreacting and settle for shaking your head.

"you don't like guys who smoke?" he asks, genuine concern laced with his stupid crossed persona at the moment, "I tend to never smoke, but satoru passed me his joint when I was already at the 'whatever happens' point of a tequila bottle ."

"I really don't care about that in a guy, as long as he's not a musty constant weed user that can never cope with his life." you roll your eyes at him slightly, "but you just spit alcohol into my mouth because you're crossed as fuck."

"no." he scoffs, now entirely entranced in his conversation with you.

"yes."

"I spit alcohol into your mouth so zenin wouldn't come up to you."

the response makes you cross your arms over each other, "a simple 'hey she's not into you like that' would have sufficed."

"where's the fun in that?" its a serious question for him, you can tell by the way he patiently waits for your answer

irked, you look up at the ceiling while biting your cheek, trying to gather yourself again before you say, "sober up geto." and turning to walk away.

you made it your mission to stay hidden the entire party, having entered the deal with your best friend that if the night turned sour for you, she would come with her boy whatever to pick you up in his car

after their date.

which wasn't going to end until an hour or two.

the garage had stayed open to the enormous frat house, although there weren't any people in it. people had respected the space, leaving the miscellaneous in it untouched such as the two cars and...suguru's bike.

you eyed it from the rather comfy bean bag in the darkest corner of the garage, feeling a fight or flight instinct at the mere glimpse of it whenever you looked up from your phone.

it had been almost two hours since you last suguru and you were striving to keep the streak going on longer.

"told you I'm going home satoru." a wary and very sobered up voice says when they open the door to the garage, "I drank enough water, I'm sober."

it's suguru.

there is no stagger in his step and his posture is refined as he walks to lean again the trunk of the car furthest from you and closest to his bike. you remain hidden due to the cars covering you from his line of sight as well as the sheer darkness of the corner.

he's wearing a shirt now, another black one, and he rakes his hands across face when he gives a defeated sigh. you hoped he wouldn't notice you.

this was your Friday the 13th movie for sure.

suguru pulls outs his phone from one of the spacious pockets of his fireman pants and he starts to type away immediately. there's a slight buzz from your phone seconds within the action.

suguru

are you still here?

I'm sobered up now.

he shoves his phone back in his pocket after. and you watch as he stays where he is, crossing his arms across his chest while he waits a good five minutes for you to respond, which you don't do. he gets his phone out again after and taps something randomly before he puts his phone up to his ear.

buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz

the strong buzzing of your phone on your thigh make a ricochet that gets's fine tuned ears pick up quickly.

"y/n?" he's shining his phone's flashlight on you, squinting his eyes just a little to try and make you out.

nervous, you mutter, "what."

suguru turns the light off and sighs, walking to your corner, his eyes already getting adjusted to the darkness.

"why didn't you answer me?"

"do you really not know the answer?"

"you're right." he sinks down in front of you, sitting down on the floor and brushing a stressed hand through his hair. his legs are stretched out and basically manspread even though he's not on a chair.

"satoru didn't text you to switch seats with him because he wanted to flirt with mika" he comes forth, both of his hands laying across his knees.

you're confused, "but–"

"it was a wild attempt of his to help me talk to you again." and he laughs, a burst of energy randomly gracing the intense air. suguru raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck while his chest and stomach ricochet and his teeth peek out from his mouth.

"truth is, I really like you." he's still smiling.

the declaration makes you stare blankly at him and a million goosebumps rise across your entire body.

"if you don't feel the same in that regard it's fine of course." he reassures, back to his normal calm self, "I just thought it would help explain my behavior."

"since when?" you peep

"our first class meeting," suguru seems a little bashful at the confession

"I have for a couple of weeks now too." you meekly profess

suguru seems genuinely surprised, his eyes widening, "you have?"

"why do you sound so surprised?" your brows knit.

"it felt like you didn't know I existed until last week." he grins followed by a small huff of humor

"oh...that," you trail off, embarrassed, "I thought pretending you didn't exist was the best way for you to not know I had a thing for you..."

"satoru is far smarter than me in that aspect." he says, "he insisted that you were doing that when I told him."

you giggle a little, "he read me like a book."

suguru hangs his head for a second and groans, still joyful, before he whips his head up and gazes at you, "I apologize for having never gathered the courage to approach you before. I have Satoru to thank for even getting me here with you in the first place."

"it's fine." you shrug, pulling at your own fingers, "we're here now aren't we?"

"we are." he agrees before leaning over. suguru grabs one of your hands and brings it to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto it while his eyes never leave your own.

"want to go back to the party?" you muster past your nerves, focus solely on the warmth of his hand still holding onto yours.

suguru shakes his head lightly, "I'm enjoying it being just the two of us right now. do you want to?"

"no, I like it here too."

theres a moment of silence, where both of you stare at the hands that the both of you have connected until a strong breeze passes and flutters the thin material of your babydoll up and makes you shiver strongly.

"let me." suguru says as he hastily gets up and gets his leather jacket that's hanging from his motorcycle, then brings it back to you, helping you tuck your arms into the sleeves and get comfortable in it.

he's above you when he does it and you can see the small glances he tries to avoid giving your body, especially at the sparkly pink thong peeking through the see through material of your costume. suguru is making sure his jacket is on your properly when you call out to him suddenly.

"suguru."

he doesn't get the chance to respond when he looks back up at you and you pull him in by the material of his shirt to kiss him.

he reciprocates within seconds, after the surprise wears off and places a hand on your thigh, the other next to your head and grabbing at the beanbag. his lips are soft and have no remnants of alcohol on them, a smooth flavor of his skin and flesh meeting your tastebuds when he dips his tongue into your mouth. it elicits a groan from him when you whimper at the contact.

he pushes as much as he can into your space without falling and you follow suit, trying to lift yourself as much as possible off the beanbag to meet him.

a particular whimper has suguru pulling away from you and pulling you up by the arm so he can maneuver you to sit on the trunk of the car next to you. when he plops you down onto it, he slots his torso between your thighs and pulls you for an even deeper kiss. his hands have a strong grip on your thighs as he keeps you against him and you can feel the distinctly large throbbing of something against your panties through his pants.

"are–mmmm–you hard?" you ask through kisses

suguru can't help the grind of his bulge against your core when he answers and keeps kissing you, giving small nips to your lips, "yes."

your eyes are closed into the kiss when your hands navigate to the waistband of his pants, about to reach for–

"not here." suguru mutters and keeps both of your wrists clamped under one of his large hands.

you pull yourself away from his lips and heave, a pout of sexual frustration illustrated on your eyes and lips. "okay."

he raises a hand to caress your cheek as he smiles fondly, "what?"

"nothing."you look away for a quick second, leaning in to kiss him again after.

suguru stops you before you do though, clamping one of his hands against your mouth while the other holds the back of your head.

he's smiling even wider this time, "now what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you touch me before I get to touch you?"

you slouch in his hold, too upset by the fact that you couldn't touch him or go back to kissing him to care about his words.

"you know, even satoru couldn't keep his eyes off of you in this little costume of yours." he looks down for a second so you could too, "god knows what toji was thinking. I saw the tent in his pants when you took my spit and booze like a good girl."

suguru sees the way you shift your hips for a smidge of relief at his words. "are you my good girl?" he leans his forehead across yours, hand still on your mouth. you try your best to let out a muffled 'mhm' and incessantly nod your head, eyes pleading and hands gripping onto his shirt.

"are you going to answer the phone when I text you next time?"

you give him the same answer again.

"god." he warily eyes you, gaze wandering towards the outline of your breasts and the rest that wasn't covered by your thong, "you're so beautiful."

the hand at the back of your neck trails down and moves some hair away from your shoulder, then ends up holding you by your lower back as suguru leans down and starts to mouth at your neck. he starts off small with his intentions, simply placing soft and subtle kisses, eliciting a ticklish response from you until his lips become searing and he goes in with the intent of leaving hickeys on you, it makes you squirm and suguru lets you, it's not like you can break away from his touch anyway. you use your legs to keep him caged in and closer to you eventually after the third 'pop' you heard coming from his mouth on your skin, it makes him audibly laugh for a second too.

you tug at the hand on your mouth, expecting for the task to be hard considering his build, but suguru lets his hand fall away easily and hold onto your thigh.

"what are you thinking pretty?" he asks mindlessly before going for the opposite side of your neck

"mmmm–about how good–mm–this feels."

"yeah?"

"mhm"

"tell me what you want to do. do you want me to drop you off at your place after this?" he blows on your most recent hickey and smirks when he sees you jump a little, "do you want me to get you food?"

"I want–ah!" suguru bites into your neck fairly hard, enough to make you moan and yelp at the same time, "I want to spend the rest of the night with you at my place. can we watch a scary movie?" the suggestion is simple and it isn't to hook up with him, although that's what you want more than ever now, but you don't want him to think you're that desperate so its what you settle for.

"couldn't imagine a better halloween than that." he smiles

you're under suguru, on your bed later that night, the movie you had been watching was long forgotten and the t.v. was turned off the second things started to get out of hand. it wasn't his fault no, suguru's a gentleman and when you said you just wanted to watch a movie, he was just going to watch the movie with you. you were the instigator. after you had been cuddled into his arms, near his neck, you decided to place a few loving kisses...that eventually turned into what this was with suguru getting up to take off and throw away his shirt while you hastily yanked off the long gloves of your costume.

he was needy, grinding his hips into yours the moment he came back down to kiss you.

"you have no idea how fucking bad I've been wanting you." he mutters, hissing when a particular rub pleases him the right way

it makes your back arch, "I think I do suguru."

"really?" he groans into your mouth, "you touch yourself to me like I do for you?"

"yeah." you sigh, clinging onto him even more, splaying your hand across the soft skin of his back.

"move your panties to the side."

when he feels your hand move down and follow his directions, suguru moves his down too and slides a finger across your soaked folds.

"fuck, this pussy is so wet for me. were you even trying to pay attention to the movie?"

"yes, I was." you complain, and whimper when he starts rubbing circles across your lower lips, gathering your slick for added stimulation after every rub.

he separates himself from kissing you to look down at his ministrations, mouth opening in a soundless moan at the sight.

"listen to this sloppy fucking pussy." he rubs faster and you start to jerk your hips up by natural defiance at the stimulation, but he holds you down "no, let me touch you baby." he says sternly

your breathing starts to pick up and you feel that familiar knot that only you can give yourself starting to build up in your stomach and suguru notices, looking up to smile at you.

"are you close angel?"

concentrated on the feeling, all you can do is nod your head and he speeds up his pace at it, garnering close to wanton moans from you and screech like whines.

"come on come on, cum for me pretty girl, cum cum cum cum–fuck, atta girl." suguru talks you through it, mouth opening in awe at the sight of your body going limp and your breathing slowing down, his cock even twitches at how cute it is that your legs kick a little when you cum too, he thinks he'll be able to keep them still when he gets make you cum on his cock.

you start to hiss at the overstimulation when he keeps rubbing your clit after your high, "'s too much suguru."

he doesn't stop, "you want to stop now then?"

the shake of your head makes his eyes light up and bite his lip with a grin, "then just let me keep going."

it takes all of your strength to lean up with one of your elbows and grab his wrist with the other, obvious strain written across your features when you huff, "I want you inside me."

like he knew that was what you wanted, suguru's grin grows wider, "are you sure?"

you nod your head in confirmation, followed by suguru saying, "so cute." before he gets up and pushes his pants and boxers down in one swift motion and climbs on top of you, manhandling your legs by pinning them to either side of your head into a mating press.

he lets his cock teasingly rub up and down your folds while he leans down to nip at your ears, "let's leave your little costume on yeah?"

you nod and make a face when his tip catches on your entrance

suguru lifts his hips at your confirmation and pushes his tip in, savoring the way you're beginning to invite him inside you.

" 's so big sugu." you whimper in shock at the larger than expected intrusion

"never taken a cock this big?" he pulls out and pushes in again a little deeper

"no." you rake your hands down his arms

suguru laughs, "good thing I'm here to provide then right? see, look at you creaming around me already."

the words make you look down at where you both meet and when he pulls out again, you can see the ring and slick on his dick, it makes you shiver.

"I'll–make–this–little-fucking–pussy-take–me." he punctuates each and every one of his words with a thrust that pushes himself deeper and deeper inside you until you can fully feel his tip grazing your cervix and every vein on his dick ridging against your walls from how girthy he is.

every sound that comes out of your mouth after is incoherent when suguru starts to punishingly pummel into you and god does he keep talking to you.

"you look so pretty taking this dick baby. god, you sound even cuter than I imagined. you like getting stretched out like this? fuck, take it take it take it. wish I could make you sit on it, you'd look so cute trying to ride me."

it's all so much, especially when every thrust is accompanied by a moan or groan of his or with a sentence.

"couldn't fucking wait to get home after the party last week too. wanted to rip off that costume and fuck you till you couldn't even scream. and when you wear those skirts with pantyhose to class?" suguru groans, "all–I–can–think–about–is–bending–you–over–and–stuffing–this–pussy–with–my–cum."

"suguru!" you squeal, "im–I'm gonna cum!"

suguru tightens his hold on your thighs at the admission and starts jackhammering into you, "cum around me baby. let me fuck you through it." it almost sounds like he's starting to beg, "just cum for me, cum for me, cum–"

a silent scream leaves your mouth and you trash in suguru's hold while he keeps his furious pace.

"so pretty, angel." his eyebrows knit as he watches you orgasm and feels you clamp down on him. it has his peak lurching across his body and his thrusts grow erratic as he starts spurting his cum into you.

he leans down to kiss you as his cock twitches inside of you, leaking his cum into you each time.

at the end of the kiss, the both of you are heaving against each other, smiles on both of your faces until you erupt into laughter and giggles.

suguru is still inside you and places a loving kiss on your forehead, swiping away your sweaty baby hair, "you're cute when you cum. you kick your legs a little, I like it."

the confession has you trying to shy away and suguru laughs again, caressing your head, "why are you shying away? you wore this costume for everyone to see just a couple hours ago."

"well this is you telling me you think the way I cum is cute, its quite different than guys looking at my thong." you shakily grab onto his shoulders

"I suppose so." suguru nuzzles into your neck, "do you have a bath?"

"yeah."

"let me start one for us then." he pulls out and both of you look down at your lonely entrance until his cum starts to leak out. suguru seems entranced and you can see his cheeks start to gain a red hue accompanied by the blood starting to rush to his cock too.

suguru looks back at you the moment you do too. you reach a hand out to him and he crawls back on top of you.

"we can do that later right?"

"right."

[classica-meretrix]

P.D.A.

pairing: spencer reid x bau!reader genre: fluff content/warnings: early seasons spencer, established relationship, use of y/n, lots of pda obvi, mentions of murder summary: spencer isn't one for public displays of attention, especially around the bau team, but when a case calls for it, he shocks everyone a/n: ignore that I accidentally posted this the other day

"The unsub is a white male, most likely in his early twenties. He suffered a large business failure at a young age, and is still attempting to grasp at those straws," Hotch explained is his typical serious monotone, slowly pacing the edge of the desk. "His victims are other young men who are trying to do the same, along with their girlfriends. We assume his failure cost him an important relationship, one which appeared to be fairly hot and heavy, as our victims have all been reported to display a lot of PDA." Hotch stopped in front of the table, turning to fully face us now. "We'll need a 'tech bro' type, someone who's good with numbers and good enough with computers."

All eyes turned to Spencer.

"The girlfriend role is no question. Our highest chance of this being believable is with Y/N."

"I think you mean our only chance," Morgan mocked, leaning back in his chair.

Spencer gave him a slightly puzzled look, as if he didn't understand the point he was making.

"Sometimes I wonder if these two are even dating," he continued. "There's no way he'd be able to pull that off with someone else."

Hotch let out a sigh, his mouth forming a hard line at Morgan's comment, but he pushed on. "The rest of us will be going to the party, but we're to refrain from contacting either Spencer or Y/N for extended periods of time without reason. If anyone asks, we're investors, and will most likely be asked to hold a fake business conversation at one or more points throughout the party. Make it look like it's going well, we believe this is what triggers the unsub. Success is the key. We meet at the jet in fifteen."

Hotch was already out the door by time I'd finished processing his words. I stood to collect a file from the table, gently nudging Spencer as he came to stand next to me.

"So, Mr. And Mrs. Hot and Heavy," Morgan began, a cocky grin on his lips. "Think you can pull this off, Reid?"

"Of course," Spencer answered flatly. "It's no different than any other case."

Morgan raised his eyebrows. "You do realize you'll actually have to touch her for this to believable, right? You won't be able to get by on just sharing coffee."

Spencer's brows were knitted together. Blatant confusion still evident in his expression.

"Yes, I realize that."

"Morgan, lay off, will you?" I piped up. "He'll be just fine. Let's get to the jet."

He relented, stalking out of the room with that cocky smirk still plastered on his lips.

I leaned back against the chair, pulling my legs up next to me. Morgan's words rang in my mind, plaguing me with unnecessary worries.

I knew I shouldn't dwell on it, I mean this was by no means Spencer's first time in the field, and I was well aware that he could pull off the guise of a touchy boyfriend, but Spencer's field work typically played off of his apparent nervousness, which completely went against the character, and he had never been fond of PDA, especially not around the BAU.

Sure, he could be touchy and all that in private, but that was mainly reserved for the privacy and comfort of one of our apartments, not some random skyrise chalked full of sleezy businessmen.

My eyes drifted to his sleeping form, curled up in a tight ball of one of the benches. A soft, serene expression was settled on his face as he laid swaddled in a thin blanket.

Somehow, he was going to act as someone completely different to himself, all while actively looking for the unsub. That part I could at least be of some use for, and I intended to do my best.

"How do I look?" he whispered in my ear as we walked towards the elevator, his hand resting loosely around my waist.

I wanted to say something like 'sexy as hell', but figured a simple "perfect" would do the trick. I reached up to loosen his tie just bit further, letting it rest where the top button of his shirt was undone. He was dressed up, but in someways much less formal than usual. His suit jacket hung open, his shirt and tie loose around his neck, his hair ruffled. This was a look I could most definitely get behind.

Spencer led me into the elevator, pressing the button for the penthouse, where the networking party was being hosted. We were the last of the BAU team to arrive, Gideon and Morgan being sent in separately, and Hotch and Elle as a young investing couple.

Spencer's eyes watched the electric panel above the door, following the numbers as they rose with the elevator. Just as the screen showed '25'—the floor just below the penthouse—Spencer's entire demeanor seemed to change.

His back straightened, adding at least another two inches to his height, he adopted the hint of a cocky smirk, and his hand dropped a dangerous amount, finding where my thigh met my hip with a firm hold.

The doors slid open, and he led me into the crowded room. The ceilings were easily twenty feet high, each central space adorned with an elaborate chandelier. Men and women alike, dressed to the nines, filled the space.

Spencer made no hesitation to strike up a conversation with the most capable looking businessman in the room, keeping me pressed to his side as he began spewing off the details of the fabricated business.

"Really? You don't say!" the older man cheered. "What a splendid proposition! What propelled you to even think of such a thing?"

"Child prodigy," Spencer answered, his tone laced with an intoxicating amount of self-confidence. I allowed myself to laugh a little too hard, his hand caressing my thigh as he shamelessly cast a hungry look down my body, tugging at the low neckline of my dress.

The investor laughed at Spencer's comment, taking a sip of his drink. I didn't miss the way his eyes followed a similar trail as Spencer's, but instead with a mix of intrigue and vague uncomfortableness at the blatant PDA.

As Spencer began rattling on again, I latched on to his neck, placing feverish kisses as he spoke. I had just begun to suck a decent mark on his collarbone when the man cleared his throat and made an awkward excuse to vacate the conversation.

I pulled back with a laugh, Spencer mimicking me. "That one's going to leave a mark. Sorry."

He roughly groped my ass, pulling me closer. "I'm never going to hear the end of this from Morgan."

"Speak of the devil," I began, watching as Derek appeared over Spencer's shoulder. He spun to face the visitor, pulling me along with him to rest against his chest.

"Well, well, well," Morgan began, his tone teasing yet impressed. "Who knew you were such a bad boy, Reid?" He made sure to keep his voice down, low enough that eves droppers wouldn't be able to discern that our talk wasn't strictly business over the party crowd.

"I told you I'd pull it off," Spencer stated bluntly. "Pretending to date my girlfriend isn't an exceptionally difficult task."

"Well, I don't know what you consider dating, but there's a big difference between what you two are like in the bullpen and what you're like now." Morgan's eyes flitted down to Spencer's hands as he spoke, which were now nudging up the already short hem of my dress to rest between my thighs.

"That's work," he said, as if that completely cleared up Morgan's comment.

"Hold on," I mumbled, catching sight of someone over Derek's shoulder. A tall blonde man, a few years younger than Spencer, watching the three of us like a hawk, though his gaze mainly flickered between Spencer and my rising hemline. "Unsub, ten o'clock."

Morgan immediately looked towards the crowd behind Spencer and myself, his brows scrunching.

"My ten o'clock," I huffed. "And don't look directly at him."

"I see him," Spencer whispered in my ear. "Morgan, notify Hotch. He'll make contact as soon as you're gone."

Derek gave the slightest nod, stumbling back as he raised his glass. "You're a corporate genius, man! Hit me up some time," he practically yelled, before disappearing back into the crowd.

[tddyhyck]

Tuesday [ l. dh ]

pairings ⇢ bf!hyuck x reader x mark x jeno x jaemin x jisung

warnings ⇢ 18+ free use, common hole, urinal, mind break, pet names: pup(py), papa, oppa, baby, mean names: too long to list, lowkey stockholm syndrome, shibari, all the bodily fluids, hairy bush, toys, body writing as humiliation, dumbifiction, odd relationship dynamics, nipple clamps, various sex toys, breeding, implied sterilization???, smell kink, bathroom sex, bukkake, watersports (piss drinking, golden showers, pissing inside), cum, spit, and piss as lube, edging, overstimulation, mentioned - object insertion, pussy inspection

word count ⇢ 13.7k

a/n ⇢ this is utterly filthy hehe i forgot to add the link to the pic that inspired this!! not sure the original source i reversed image searched and picked the oldest but alas ANYWAYS ,,

masterlist - ao3 - inspo image

the familiar sound of the alarm breaks the silence of the room and fills your tummy with excitement. you sit on stained sheets looking at hyuck still snuggled up in his covers. reaching over and petting his face softly, as his eyes flutter open. 

“what a good view,” he sighs, looking up at your waiting eyes. stretching from his nap, he reaches around for his phone, turning the alarm off. “are you excited?”

“unhuh, i love Tuesday,” you grin bouncing on your knees making the bed creak. he pulls you to him squeezing you to his chest ass in the air and you breath deeply his musk filling your nose. it felt like a lifetime between now and last Tuesday. 

“you’re so soft. how about we cancel and i just sleep some more and you get to be my pillow,” he holds you closer. 

“oppaaaa,” you whine, kicking your legs in defiance. “it’s Tuesday, we can’t skip Tuesday.”

“i guess you’re right. they wouldn’t be too happy huh?” he tips your chin reaching to kiss your cheek. he pulls you on top of him tugging at the shirt you wear. one of his, stained a strange yellow color. he drags a hand from your face down your chest pressing the fabric over you. tensing as his hand soothes over the bulge in your tummy. 

“such a good listener,” he comments, poking at the tight skin. you whimper leaning over grabbing his arms for support. “what’s wrong pup?”

“just,” you sigh, shaking your head, gathering yourself. “so full. been waiting all day.”

“yeah? drinking all your glasses?” he squints looking at the white board beside his computer. your name with tally marks beside it one for each of the glasses of water you’ve had. you nod bouncing on him, liking the way his soft cock mushes against your covered center.

“i even had one more,” grinning holding up a finger. he raises his eyebrows at you. 

“hmmm, you must have to go really bad huh?” he asks, both hands soothing your tummy now. soft pressure against your bursting bladder makes you tense again. 

“oppa, please, i want to hold it more, it feels so good,” you whimper, head hanging down as your hand rubs over your cunt trying to keep everything in. 

“you’re so gross,” his familiar comment makes your heart swell and face heat. “such a filthy little head for such a pretty girl.” he pokes at your forehead. 

“just so,” you can’t fully describe how it feels. the push against your bladder, the tickle it makes you feel between your legs. he watches you try to explain the feeling going on in your tummy and between your legs, but your head is mushy. 

“i know,” he knows all too well. you still have a hand rubbing over your panties soft circles you don’t realize you're making. he lifts your shirt to watch you, a large wet spot already making the fabric transparent. he rubs over your panties a bow at your waist curly hairs peeking out. 

“what have you been doing while i was sleeping?”

“just watching you,” you sigh. “played some, but i kept getting stuck in the water and it made it so hard so i had to turn it off. finished drinking all my water. made some snacks for you.”

“what else?”

“even rode my toy like you asked. but i didn’t cum i promise.” holding out a pinky he takes it with his own. leaning over him you grab your phone scrolling to the video you took just 15 minutes ago. he reaches for it, turning the volume up and watching. 

you sit shyly hearing yourself whine and your pussy squelch as he smiles at the screen. watching your toes curling around the base as you ride the cock made just like his a silicone copy for you to stuff yourself with.

you’d been so shaky trying to hold back your bladder and your orgasm as you leaned over your face pressed to the seat of hyuck’s sticky gaming chair. the smell of old release filling your nose making you drool into the fabric. 

“my girl,” he coos sliding his finger under your moving hand curling it to tickle your clit.

“didn’t even wake you up or anything,” you swell with pride. you wonder how long the video is, you don’t even remember. the push of the tip hitting your bladder made you sit fully on the toy grinding needy hips for more.

you could feel his soft cock growing against you not even realizing you relax into the touch but not before your eyes shoot open whining as you remember your full bladder.

“mmmm what is it?” you don’t respond, moving your hips and pushing your clit against his lazy finger. his chubby cock rubs against your thigh, you want to touch him, have him in your mouth while he tells you to let go all you’ve been holding but it’s Tuesday. 

“c'mon pretty, we've gotta get you all set up huh?” he pulls away tossing your phone to the side as the video still plays and you slide off of him not before he can lay a slap on your ass.

you follow him obediently and he walks down the hall and opens the bathroom, not the one in your shared room but the one beside the kitchen. the door creaks open, its only use happening on Tuesday. the floor is cold and the same tools are on the counter, shelves still full with things. 

“now or later?” he looks at you. you already know what he’s asking. 

“can i have it twice?” you pout up at him. eyes big and lips bigger reaching to tug at his shirt. he really can’t resist. 

“since you had extra water i guess you deserve a little reward.” you scramble to your knees the moment he agrees, excitement on your face. 

“such an eager puppy. been waiting for it?” you nod, opening your mouth greedily. “how do you want your treat?”

“can i hold you please,” you bounce on your knees, hand reaching for his shorts. he nods, hand cupping your cheek and you snuggle into his touch. you slither up the leg of his shorts, usually you’d pull them down but you want to be a little different. he cocks a brow at you watching you push the fabric up bunching around his soft cock. 

you can’t resist pushing your face to him breathing deeply to smell him. nosing at his balls you can’t help when your mouth drops open and your tongue slides over them. 

“hey hey, don’t get distracted.” he corrects you by slapping your cheek. you straighten your back pulling away. you think you could live in his crotch breathing his smell in all hours of the day. 

“sorry, oppa,” you apologize sweetly and his face softens. you tug at his soft cock pulling the foreskin back exposing the chubby head. you lean in licking your lips before kissing the tip. sticking your tongue out swirling under the foreskin greedily collecting the taste. he sighs when your lips wrap around the tip like a straw. he moans and you feel his hot piss start to dribble into your mouth. 

mouth vibrating around his tip when you whine at the taste. so bitter and familiar, filling your mouth quickly you swallow as more follows refilling your waiting hole. his hand rubs over your face pushing at your filling cheeks.

you pull away catching your breath letting the still flowing piss hit your chest in hot streams. more yellow stains start to form as he releases more and more and more. you lean back in, mouth open tongue flat accepting it all like a good little piss girl. 

“fuck,” he groans as the stream slows. still holding his chub in your hand letting the dribbles hit your tongue before swallowing. you pull him in your mouth again sucking and licking up the last of his liquid. you whine when it’s all gone missing the flavor already. he pulls your hair pulling you off of his soft cock tongue still trying to lap. 

“so greedy, still wanting more. don’t worry little pissy girl you’ll have some soon,” he leans over you pushing his own tongue into your mouth tasting the bitterness on your tongue. you moan at the thought soon you will have all the piss you can take. 

“let’s get you ready,” you let go of his cock and he holds your arms lifting you to your feet. he feels so safe. 

“let’s put your shirt here,” he lifts the wet shirt off of your skin. the fabric sticks, making your tits bounce as he pulls it over your head. he puts it on the floor in front of the toilet so it can collect all the things.

your toes wiggle in the now cooling piss that escaped your mouth. you want to be really gross and put your face to the floor and lick it all up. but hyuck said you don’t get to clean the floor until after Tuesday. 

“what’s got you so sticky?” he pulls the waistband of your panties away peeking at the slick sticking to your bush. 

“you know,” you don’t want to tell him everything you’ve been thinking about. he spits into your open panties before slapping them back on your skin, patting over his spit to mix with your slick. 

“do i?” he grins at you. 

“keep thinking about last Tuesday. so many of your friends came,” you whimper at the memory. 

“awww do you want more or less?” he tugs your panties down and you step out, feet pattering in the puddle. 

“mmmm,” you think as he shoves your panties into his pocket. 

“depends on who. i like-“ you pause, nervous to admit it. 

“no secrets tell me baby,” he holds your hips pulling you closer. 

“sometimes i like it more when it’s your friends. you know people i know. but sometimes i just like when they’re people i've never even met. it’s more i dunno.” you ramble and he nods at you. 

“what about this Tuesday? what mood are you in,” he tilts his head at you waiting for your answer. you lean into him sticky tits pressing to his shirt. 

“your friends,” you sigh into his neck. 

“you’re in for a treat then.” he pulls you away kissing your nose making your scrunch your face. “you even did your hair, didn't you?”

you nod shyly, turning away as your face warms. he twirls a pigtail around his finger. 

“gonna try something different tonight okay?” you nod. “need a yes or no okay.”

“yes please,” you grin at him. he pats your head before sitting you onto the cold toilet seat, the temperature sends a little shiver over the backs of your thighs. 

“let me see you,” he bends down and you spread your legs wide you hold your thighs as he peaks at your cunt.

“so wet.” he hisses, sliding a finger between your folds. you wiggle your butt trying to get closer to his touch. “such a pretty cunt.” his fingers continue spreading your lips to look at your waiting hole. he could just shove his fingers in you right now, you’re already open for him. 

“oppa,” he looks up at you. “you’re getting distracted.” repeating his words from earlier makes him smile. 

“sorry,” he pulls away, licking his fingers before standing back up. he grabs the stained rope from the counter.

“hold your arms up, baby. “you do as he says, dropping your thighs so you straddle the seat. the position makes you too comfortable, the muscle memory hitting you and you squeeze your legs together. he giggles at you and it makes your tummy flip. grabbing your hands gently as he wraps the rope around your wrists. 

“i think you’re going to like this position,” he says absentmindedly, focusing all his attention on the way the rope binds your wrists together. “so pretty and exposed.” your legs squeeze together tighter the push on your bladder not going away. 

“don’t leak baby,” he can already read your mind, see the way you tense and squirm. the rope is rough but soft from overuse. usually he keeps your arms pressed against your thighs and your knees bent. but the arms over your head make you wonder. 

“legs up baby,” you try to open your legs and lift them but the position presses against your bladder. tightening your muscles as your piss pushes and pushes and pushes. he holds your legs open shifting your ass nearer to the edge of the toilet seat.

settling his knees on your dirty shirt, face to your sticky cunt he begins wrapping your legs. thighs tightening as the rope binds around them, squeezing your skin. you get a little giddy thinking of the burns on your skin after it’s all over. your heart swells more watching all the work he is putting in, he loves you so much and takes such good care of you. 

“i love you,” you mumble dumbly. he smirks, still focusing on his work. 

“what’s got you spilling your guts?” he reaches a hand to pat your head. 

“just love you so much. oppa takes such good care of me. makes me pretty and happy and still likes my loose cunt.” 

“mmmm but you’re already so pretty for me,” you whine at his comment, heart growing in your chest. 

“love you,” you repeat, head soft and mushy with the feelings for him. 

“i love you, pretty baby,” he leans in, kissing your thigh sweetly before moving lower to wrap your ankles. you keep repeating i love you’s as you watch him. head growing dumber as he fixes you up. 

“now baby, listen to me,” you look up at him trying to focus. “if you wiggle or move your wrists too much it’s gonna get really tight.” you nod up at him ‘no wrist wiggling, check’.

“and if you tug a lot,” he pauses wanking the rope behind your wrist making your legs fold pushing your tummy. “like that, your legs are going to bend even more. then you’ll start dribbling and we don’t want you leaking just yet.” you shake you head agreeing with him, even though you want to leak so bad.

“got it, no wiggling or tugging.”

“good girl.” he stands looping the rope over the hook he’d put behind the toilet just for Tuesdays. 

“so excited aren’t you? thinking about all the cocks plowing through you tonight. want to guess how many you might get?” this was a little game he loved to play with you the closer you were to the right amount the more orgasms you’d receive through the week. the farther away the more water you had to drink on next Tuesday. 

“mmmm maybe,” you paused thinking, running through a list of people. you know what’s going to happen but that doesn’t stop the desire forming your tummy. “three.” 

“are you cheating? checking my phone or something?” you shake your head as he slaps your clit, and make your wrists wiggle, tightening the rope. “my pretty girl’s just a good guesser.”

“is it really three? did i get it?”

“hmm we’ll have to wait and see. you know i can’t tell you until after baby.” he grabs the jingling bells from the counter. he said he got the bells so he can hear how hard you’re getting pounded.

using a finger he pinches your nipple hardening the bud in his fingers. the clamp squeezes you as it jingles. reaching for the other nipple pinching it rubbing a nail over the bud making you whine. attaching the other clamp and he starts tightening it.

the pinch runs straight to your pussy, tightening and tightening as it jingles. you keep telling him you should just get them pierced but he said there’s no fun in that. 

he runs a hand down your chest inspecting his work, his perfect girl exposed and spread out on her throne. fingers trailing from your pigtails down to your sticky hair that covered your pussy. 

hyuck told you he liked the way his cum looked when he painted you down there. but he still bent you over the tub and shaved down the lips and your pucker. the smooth razor tickling your skin as he groomed you. made you his pretty doll.  

“now let’s inspect that little cunt,” he gets back down level with your spread pussy. “such a pretty hole.” his fingers tug at your folds so he can see inside. 

“let’s make sure you’re ready.” you nod, bells jingling. he uses a finger to open you up but it’s way too easy, no resistance and it’s not enough for you. the toy you’d rode stretched you, made you loose and sloppy. 

“we’re just ruining your hole aren’t we?” cunt stretched from all the Tuesdays. he grins, adding a second finger from his other hand pushing inside of you to get a glimpse of your walls. he leans closer spitting inside of you making you moan. pulling his fingers out patting your cunt making sticky sounds as he does. 

he looks at the shelf on the wall. toys of all shapes and sizes are starting to pile on top of each other. the lower shelf had less, common, toys. cans and bottles, markers, a bag of ping pong balls, various vegetables he replenished that morning just for you, and your favorite, a toy water gun. 

you watch him rummage for something before he grabs the strawberry plug from the top shelf. he said you were so sweet so he had to get you something to match.

you feel giddy wondering what he’s going to do to you. you see his once soft cock now bobbing under his shorts. was it you making him so excited? were you pleasing him?

“since i gave you all my piss now and you get it later,” he pauses sitting the plug on the counter. “i’m gonna fuck you now and later. prep you for them and get you when you’re all soppy and loose.” you whimper at the thought watching him intently. 

“how’s your tummy?” he asks, pushing on your flesh and you moan out forgetting about the pulse against your bladder but now it comes shooting back. 

“gonna,” you whine, tensing as tightly as you can. 

“why don’t i have a taste, let me give you a little break.” he leans in, lips closing around your clit. the pleasure immediate as the tip of his tongue flicks over your clit and your little tiny hole begging for release. 

“you stop when i slap your thigh.”

“yes, oppa. i stop when oppa hits me.” you nod. 

“like this.” he slaps harshly on your flesh. you nod again this time your head bobbing resting against your arms. waiting for him to latch onto you again, hot breath closing in on you. his hand pushes your legs back pushing them against your tummy.

whining as you relax into his tongue softly flicking ready to drink you. you don’t know you’ve started until he moans against you. hot piss filling his mouth as his tongue flicks over your hole sucking every spurt from you. 

“oh god,” you whine, head lolling back as he sucks all of you up. it feels so good so relaxed, the flick of his tongue on your clit pulls you closer to a different release but the hand slapping your thigh pulls you back.

focusing as you tighten your muscles again stopping the flow from filling his mouth. he swallows it all, not a drop spilling into the water below, tongue collecting every drip from you. 

“such a good listener,” he says, pulling away from where you want him most. 

“now let’s decorate you.” he grabs a marker that’s seen all of you inside and out. only your oppa gets to use the pink marker. his friends have to use plain black.

he uncaps it, eyes grazing your body, deciding on his artwork. leaning in he draws a heart around your pussy the marker dragging softly on your skin. smiling at his handy work before moving his hand drawing a heart under your left breast filling it in with the pink ink.

you wonder what he’s going to write as he pulls the skin of your thigh taut. marker sliding across your flesh you think hard at the touches of the felt tip. it’s only four letters and he moves to the other thigh writing six more. you look down trying to reverse the image in your mind. 

“you’re thinking too hard again. c - o - c - k -space- s - l - e - e - v - e.” he spells it out for you. he grins as you sound it out. “one more.” he leans back in, hand dragging over your coarse bush. writing stacked letters right above the hair. 

F - R - E - E

   U - S - E

he leans back admiring his designs, capping the marker tossing it on the counter. before pulling his shorts up the same way you did earlier, hard cock exposed. your mouth waters for the second time. 

“you know you can’t go again until everyone is done. need you to be my good piss pup and hold it okay?” you nod as his cock pushes against your sticky hole. the tip filling you easily, before sliding into your heat. 

“oppa,” you moan as he bottoms out. you really are still so tight he just wants to tease you, he’d need to have you ran through so many more times. the thought of his girl, moldable to his cock getting fucked and filled with every dick he could find made him go harder. gripping the rope over your head he uses it as leverage thrusting into you fast and hard.

you know he won’t let you cum. fingers ignore your clit only tightening around the rope as you swing into him. harsh thrusts hit your cervix making him moan watching your connection, the sticky slick gathering on his thighs. 

“just a little hole for me,” he groans, speeding up just trying to cum not caring about your orgasm. just using you like a toy.

“wonder how loose your sloppy cunt’s gonna be after you get ran through.” you moan, squeezing around him the thoughts filling your airhead. you clench your fist focusing on tensing your muscles to keep your piss and orgasm away, it works for a little bit. 

“getting too sloppy baby,” he slaps your tit, bells jingling loudly. tugging on the chain, your nipples already sore and squished. but he’s so close and the look on your face is priceless. mouth hanging open eyes glassy and dumb. just a dumb little toy. 

“fuck,” he groans pulling out and squeezing his cock before pushing forcefully into your ass. you cry as the flared tip fills you up without warning. jerking his cock with a loud groan filling you with his cum. 

“take it like a good little cum dumb,” he fucks his hot seed into you. moaning at the stretch as he pulls out his hand reaching for the plug and quickly shoving it past your rim. you groan at the sting his hot seed locked into you. 

“keep that warm for me,” he thrums his fingers over the base, making it vibrate. he pulls away, letting his shorts cover his softening cock. your pussy is already swollen and drooling onto the base of the plug, a site for horny eyes. 

“gonna be good for our guests?” he asks, petting your face softly. leaning into his touch you mewl, cheek mushing into his palm. “if you get too loud.” he holds up your gag and you nod again. you’re always too loud, but he says the neighbors like it. you wonder if they’ve ever come over. 

he pulls away, dropping the gag onto the counter before turning around. setting up his camera, the tripods and cameras stay in the bathroom, angle already perfected to get all of your holes.

you sit watching admiring his practiced fingers clicking and connecting things you don’t even understand. you think he lets it stream on the tv but you aren’t really sure where else it goes. 

before he leaves on Thursday he plays them back for you so you can see. he whispers in your ear while he touches you. you can already feel yourself melting into his touch hands molding to your skin as he shows you how good you were. 

“already so dumb and we haven’t even started,” his hand on your chin pulls you from your dreamy state. whimpering as he looks you over one last time. a knock on the door draws his hand from you and makes your tummy flip, eyes wide and ready for whatever is going to happen. 

“right on time. now be good and don’t you piss. i’ll stop it all.” you almost beg him not to but he’s already leaving shutting the door behind him. leaving you all alone with your head spinning and voices through the wall.

you always wonder what they do, hyuck and his friends on the other side of the closed door. you wish they’d open the door but the element of surprise feels too good. do they watch tv, eat the snacks you prepared, maybe even play a game. 

you hear laughter and voices, but you can’t pick anything out specifically and you groan curiosity pounding in your head. you sit up as straight as you can when the handle jiggles but then it stops. they love doing this watching you get all excited but pulling away. it’s like when hyuck edges you for hours and hours and makes you cry. 

the door swings open and you stare up. it’s jaemin. oh you love jaemin so much. he grins at you sweetly as he shuts the door. 

“hi pretty girl,” he walks to you, his bulky frame standing over you. “look at you all spread out aren’t you?” you nod at him trying to sit up but the wiggling makes things tighter. right hyuck said that earlier. 

“has your oppa already stretched you princess?”

“unhuh, but you’re so big,” you whimper. remembering the first time jaemin shoved his cock in you. so thick so heavy and you felt like crying. hyuck laughed at you watching the way your cunt could barely take it. jaemin made your belly bulge now you felt sweaty the thought of leaking because of his cock. 

“am i?” he cocks his head at you squeezing your cheeks making your mouth open. you let your tongue hang out knowing he would spit down your throat.

“pretty little pigtails today.” he reaches for them, tugging your head back. you whine your neck pressed awkwardly against the rope behind you. 

“mmm i think i like this position.” he releases your hair dragging a hand lower tugging on the chain connecting your nipples making you whine. 

“want to be open for you.” you whimper as his hand creeps lower tracing the words hyuck had written. 

“is this true, free use?” he questions condescending tone spilling with every word and you love it. 

“unhuh. just a hole. want to make you happy, make you feel good.” you babble. 

“your oppa still making you grow your hair?” you nod in response. “still shaved here though,” his fingers spread, making a v shape trailing over the heart shape. jaemin loves teasing you making you beg for him to fuck you. 

“aww and you're all plugged up, what are you keeping in there,” he tugs at the slick covered base making you keen the stretch of your sore rim around the toy. 

“cum. oppa, his cum,” you babble spit starting to pool in your mouth and spill over your lips. 

“what a good oppa, but you won’t get pregnant back there baby,” he slaps the base of the toy. jaemin loves breeding too. likes telling you about how he’s going to fill you with babies. hyuck said you couldn’t have babies though. which was good because you were too stupid and irresponsible. 

“will you get me pregnant?” you ask innocently. 

“but you’re my friend's toy.” he groans, shoving a finger in your slippery hole. “can’t do that to your oppa.” he says, adding a second beside the first. you whimper watching his wrist flick and fill you. 

“won’t tell him,” you whine as his thumb pushes against your clit. still sensitive from hyuck sucking the piss from you. 

“oh he will notice. big round belly,” he rubs over your filled tummy bladder already swelling again. “you’d look so swollen even more than when you have my cock in you or when you're full of piss.” you moan at his words, the thought filling your stupid head. his hand pushes a little and you jolt tightening the ropes again. 

“awww are you all full now?” blinking up at you with that smirk that makes you want to do anything for him. you nod whining when he pushes again. 

“can’t. trouble.” 

“oh we don’t want that, do we?” his fingers continue curling into your sweet spot before he adds a third. you shake your head against the rope pigtails whipping your face. 

“hmmm i’ll have to be careful then won’t i?” 

“more,” your spit bubbles when you say it. he obliges adding a fourth finger but you want him, his dick filling your greedy cunt. 

“cock.” more spit spills and he grins at you. dumb and stupid and begging for him. 

“why didn’t you just say,” pulling his fingers out, wiping them on your thigh. he unzips his jeans and your cunt dribbles with slick, a thick drop hitting the water with a plop. pulling his cock out, too big and heavy it hangs between his legs. he holds the base shaking it in his fist. 

“which do you want first, princess?” your mind races decided between his hot cum or hot piss like a menu. 

“cum want cum. want it in my hole. so empty now,” you whimper. he grins at you watching you try to wiggle closer but groaning when it pulls your legs tighter. 

he moves closer closing the gap thumb pushing on your clit as he pushes roughly into you. groaning softly while you’re crying out at the stretch. stinging as he settles inside you. 

“so fucking tight. you know my little toy at home isn’t as tight as you are? i think i’ve ruined her holes now, she’s all loose,” you whimper. thinking of jaemin’s girlfriend, you call her Friday, that’s her special day. you wonder what her cunt looks like is it stretched from all his poundings. 

squeezing around him as he starts to slide in and out. such a pretty girl probably hiding a stretched hole under her panties just like you. 

pushing into you hitting your bladder and sweet spot with every thrust making you dizzy with pleasure. he lingers deep inside you knowing the nudge of his cock against your full tummy is pushing you over the edge. 

“bet you’re so full huh? holding all day for us,” he groans when you clench at his words, thumb circling your clit slowly. 

“so full,” you whine, eyes lazy as he rocks into you. he peaks at the shelf beside you deciding what special treat you might get. you don’t see what he grabs but you hear it the familiar buzz filling the sticky room. hips bucking when he presses the vibrating egg to you clit. jaemin loves this toy, loves the way you squeeze around him when the buzzing starts and stops. 

“wonder if i could fit this in here,” he pulls out long strings connecting you. he shoves the egg deep inside of you whimpering as the buzzing fills your walls. he thrusts into you before you can even collect yourself the egg hitting your cervix. 

“unnnnn,” you groan out the tip of his cock pushing the toy deeper and deeper, vibrating his member in you. 

“fuck, now you’re like a real toy. charged up and buzzing around my cock,” he groans, grabbing the rope on your thighs pulling you to him. you whimper more and more slick puddling out of you making lewd squelches fill the room. the sound alone could make you cum. 

reaching under his cock he tugs the string of the egg pulling and pulling making it squeeze beneath his dick. your walls stretch as he tries to pull it out without removing his cock. the stretch and buzz sending shockwaves through you. he groans when the egg shimmies under the base of his length and he jolts into you. you feel your mind going mushy only thinking of dick dick dick. heavy cocks filling you making you feel so good. 

“awww are you getting stupid?” he coos moving  a hand from the rope to tug at your lips spit dripping onto your chest. you try nod but aren’t sure if you did the only feeling being the fill of his cock inside you. 

“gonna take my cum baby? gonna make a baby with it?” he groans, getting sloppier. you whimper wanting to fill up with his seed growing your belly for him. 

“gonna fuck a baby in your little cunnie make you a little breeding bitch.” he moans as you squeeze around him the words filling you even more than his member. he pulls the egg out letting it rattle on the floor using both hands to push on your tummy hard and fast thrusts. 

“no no,” you moan, swollen bladder trying and then leaking. 

“i won’t tell baby,” he moans hot dribbles coating his cock before you can stop. you cry thinking of hyuck coming in and pulling jaemin off of you as you piss and piss without any relief. you tighten hard and fast stopping the stream but breaking jaemin his load shooting deep and hot inside of you. 

“shit baby,” he groans, pushing his seed deeper. “gonna make you a dumb little mommy.” his thrusts slow but he keeps filling you with his load seeming to never end. your bladder is still full but you can relax a little when his hands no longer press against you. whimpering sadly when he pulls out his cock almost white from all the cum. 

you let your tongue hang out hoping he will give you a taste of something. he circles his fingers around his cock gathering all the slick before putting his hand to your mouth. lapping quickly collecting all of your mixed juices savoring the taste. he leans down spreading your cunt watching the cum try to spill out but he doesn’t let it. grabbing a different plug, a clear one to stuff inside of you, keeping you full. 

“gonna let me give you a shower?” you nod stupidly, mouth still hanging open waiting for his treat. he bends his knees letting his sticky cock lay on your tummy right over the words hyuck had written. the size is shocking, wondering how you can fit all of that inside of you. the tip practically reaching your ribs. 

“tell me you want it.”

“piss please. what your juice please, daddy. want it.” he grits his teeth at your words letting hot liquid spread over your belly. you whimper watching the stream grow and puddle in your belly button.

“so warm.” you whine as the liquid starts to drip below you. it makes you sad the thought of losing all his precious piss to the toilet water. what a shame. 

“you’re so disgusting.” he moves his hips rubbing his leaking cock against you. “little piss slut. love being a nasty bitch.” you moan clenching around your plugs. his stream slows trickling down your sides and into the water before he stops.

standing up he grabs his heavy member standing over you he brings it to your lips. moaning around him the bitter piss and his salty cum filling your mouth. whimpering, he spurts one final time down your throat before pulling away. watching him with a satisfied brain dead look. 

“fucking gross girl,” he coos twirling your pigtail. he grabs the rattling egg turning it off quickly. you smile at him stupidly as he reaches for the black marker from the counter exchanging it with the egg. he uncaps it tapping the tip on his chin as he decides what to write. hand hovering over your collarbones as he writes in pretty swirly letters. pulling away he admires his work before doodling beside hyuck’s lettering. drawing a crude dick, tip towards your cunt with small drops spilling on you. 

“i think that suits you.” he tosses the marker the same way hyuck did before tucking himself back into his pants. 

“daddy,” you whimper. 

“be good for the others they’ve been waiting all week for you.” he grins, slapping your cunt. your eyes squeeze and when you open them you're alone again. 

whining you kick your feet, ankles dangling as you look in the camera. hoping someone notices your need, your emptiness, your want. the door pushes opened and you hear laughing as jisung gets shoved inside. oh sweet jisung, just a precious boy. he’s so soft with you like you’re fragile. 

his head is down as he shakes his hair out of his face awkwardly shuffling over to you. 

“hi,” you look up at him. 

“uh hey,” he mumbles, looking you over. it’s always awkward at the start with ji, taking a bit to warm him up. or really him to warm up to the idea of what he’s partaking in. 

“missed you,” you pout. it had been awhile since you’d seen him maybe a month or more you weren’t sure all the days ran together. 

“really?” he perks up. 

“unhuh, where did you go away to?” you whimper. his hand slides over your ankle fingers tracing the rope. 

“was busy, was working you know,” he mutters, hand going higher up your thigh making you tingle. 

“oh okay,” you ignore the fact that he doesn’t have a real job. 

“you look so pretty today,” making you grin. “little pigtails and makeup.” he rubs your face, thumbing the smudged mascara on your cheeks. 

“oppa even decorated me,” you smile looking down at your still wet tummy, letters smudged. 

“i see, and who wrote this?” his fingers trail the cursive jaemin had added. 

“jaemin. what does it say?” 

“piss slut,” he’s so casual about it. “your oppa told me he was growing your hair out. sent me some pictures.” you whimper at the thought of jisung’s phone full of photos of your hairy pussy. 

“did you like it?” you hiccup. 

“thought about how pretty it would look when i cover it in cum,” he says, making you whine. ideas of him jerking off onto your sloppy cunt. his fingers twist the sticky hair pulling and tugging harshly. 

jisung didn’t usually fuck you, usually he’d come in with a cock hard and red and rub over your clit until he came. you didn’t mind you were a toy for his pleasure after all. 

“mmm look at you,” he gets on his knees peaking into your cunt trying to get a glimpse of the white liquid inside of you. “maybe i should add some to you?” you can see gears moving in his head as he contemplates. taking time to dance a finger over your clit as he thinks.

he stands quickly shuffling his pants down and pulling his cock out. jisung and jaemin are around the same length but jisung is skinnier just like their bodies. he leans against you rubbing his cock over your clit pushing into your hair. you moan at the drag of his length over your swollen bud. pulling away he reaches down pulling the plug out quickly shoving himself in to replace your emptiness. 

“fuck,” he groans hot cum surrounding his cock. he doesn’t know what to do with the plug so he just looks at you before shoving it in your mouth. you moan at the stretch of your lips. jaemin’s cum sliding on your tongue.

he hisses as he thrusts into you, cum forming a ring around his cock with each move of his hips. he won’t last long you think, he never does. that doesn’t stop you from savoring the drag of his cock the head bumping your cervix again. your walls pulsing around him squishing cum over his length. 

you can’t speak only moan around the plastic in your mouth the taste of jaemin wearing off as it slides down your throat. jisung grabs at your thighs using the rope to pull you against him, meeting his quick thrusts. 

groaning as his pelvis smacks against your clit and his balls heavy and sticky as they meet your ass. you can feel him getting sloppier almost ready to cum, his hair sticking to his forehead.

“gonna fucking.” he hisses looking at your begging eyes. he yanks the plug from your mouth and spit bubbles out as you whine. his shaky hand moves the plug ready to shove back in so you can keep all the goodies. 

“shit,” he whines shooting hot into you, shakily pulling out of you and shoving the toy haphazardly into your abused cunt. he continues jerking himself letting the rest of his cum spill onto your pussy, painting your bush like he wanted. you can’t help but ogle at the way his cum continues spilling in slow streaks over you. 

“fucking hot,” he mumbles rubbing his cock against your coarse hair. he’s still hard, rock solid against your pelvis. he shakes his head standing back up trying to fix his cock in his jeans. but the bulge is so prominent he just leaves them unzipped bulging in his underwear. you want him to fuck you some more until his cock is dry and spent. you want him to feel good. 

he looks around the counter trying to find the marker jaemin had thrown earlier. he lifts it like a prize before looking back to you. he already knows what he wants to write so he doesn’t hesitate. uncapping the pen with a shaky hand pressing to your tummy. with small letters he writes cumdump right on your thigh he adds a heart and arrow pointing to your hole. he stands up awkwardly rubbing his hands together laying the marker on the counter. 

“thanks,” he says, rubbing his neck as he turns to leave.

when he opens the door, jeno's already waiting like a line forming at a stadium for the bathrooms. jeno looks at jisung and eyes the bulge in his pants. 

“is she too loose for your little cock?” he teases flicking jisung’s cock. jisung whines holding a hand over himself as he tries to sneak past jeno. you see eyes peering around his shoulders watching you. your heart grows all the affection for you and what you’re good at. jeno enters slamming the door behind him.  

“hi puppy,” he his voice instantly softer, his sweet grin filling his face. jeno is so lovely. attentive and affectionate, soft and kind, but also so hard and thick and strong. 

“papa,” you draw, maybe even dribble a little over your plug like a dumb puppy seeing its favorite person. 

“miss me baby? not even been a week.” he smiles down at you petting your head sweetly. jeno was over just yesterday, was it yesterday you aren’t sure. he’d held you on the couch so your oppa could inspect your cunt. soft big hands on your thighs while hyuck fingered at your opening. peering in and taking close up pictures of your walls. using a special camera so you could see your cunnie on the tv. 

your papa held you and praised you over and over making your feel soft while your gummy walls were explored. then he’d lifted you, shoving his cock into you while your oppa watched and rubbed himself. the camera was long discarded as he watched hot breath and fast on your cunt. 

you liked when your oppa and papa made you pretty together. your papa, soft and sweet and your oppa, mean and rough. papa filled you up so much. you still felt the ache in your thighs. 

“just like you so much,” you admit. 

“aren’t you so sweet? do you think about me when i’m away?” you nod shyly face warming. you really do, even when hyuck’s inside of you. maybe even earlier when you fucked yourself open for him. thinking of pressing your face into jeno’s balls while he held your head and praised you for doing as you were told. 

“what do you think about?” you felt shy even though you had told him before. even told hyuck and hyuck shared the same affections you felt.

inviting jeno over for dinner or a movie or your special time. having jeno come watch you when hyuck had to leave. watching his pet when he couldn’t. making sure you got fucked and played with so you didn’t get bored. hyuck didn’t want your cunt to rest, he said if you didn’t cum enough your brain would start working too much. he didn’t want your head to hurt, he loved you so much. 

“just you know,” he caressed your cheek, thumb collecting spit and putting it in your mouth. 

“tell me, puppy.” jeno got to call you your special nickname too. hyuck told you it was reserved for him and papa only.  

“unnnn,” you whine when his finger circles your clit. “you, and mmm. think about papa, ma-making me pretty,” you whimper. he watches you, warm eyes staring into you. only hyuck could make you pretty, but jeno was so special. hyuck teased you about it, made you tell him all about it while he played with you. hyuck even let you call jeno papa or oppa. everyone else was daddy or mister or something like that. but jeno was, your papa. 

“want your papa to make you pretty?” you nod your head filling with mush all over again. making you pretty was when hyuck fucked you stupid. made you empty headed and dumb for him. a drooly, pissy, toy he played with. 

“has your oppa even made you cum?” he tilts a head circling his finger faster over your clit. you shake your head, eyes squeezing together, release drawing closer. relaxing your muscles to his touch. 

“so mean,” he turns, looking into the camera. “how about your papa makes you cum? does that sound good?” you nod no words able to form. 

“papa will even let you dribble a little. i know you’ve been such a good pup, holding all day. having all your glasses. your oppa even told me you had extra.” you nod his praise filling up your tummy. his fingers rub faster and you feel the relief so close to you like you can taste it or touch it. 

“you can let go. just a little bit for papa, cum for me puppy.” you moan head lolling back as you cum, hot spurts of piss spilling. “good puppy get it all out.” he rubs his fingers, spraying your piss everywhere, opening his mouth to collect what he can the rest staining his shirt or landing in the water.  

“stop,” he instructs but his fingers still attack your sensitive clit. tightening again you stop the stream a little dribble spilling out over the plug. leaning his head in he collects the leftovers and what cum is on your cunt. standing up he squeezes your mouth open, spitting the fluid into your mouth hot on your tongue. 

you can’t help but moan at the taste. his fingers slow as you swallow before patting your clit. 

“that feels better right?” you nod lazily trying to spread your legs wider for him. “look at all your pretty words.” his fingers trace the messages left on you. you wish he had a special marker just for him. maybe purple or blue. 

“piss slut,” he reads, hand racking down your chest. drawing a heart with his finger over the heart on you. “free use.” his hand pushes on your tummy still full and needy. he grins as he moves lower. “cumdump. is that true?” you nod. “hmmm,” he investigates, tugging your flesh to see the words. “cocksleeve,” he whispers, thumbs brushing your inner thighs. 

“you’ve been doing so good,” he says, spreading your cunt watching it swallow around the plug. 

“been watching you get played with,” he continues pulling at your thighs to spread you. “such a good toy. makes papa hard watching his pup get filled up.”

“papa,” you whimper, eyes watering. 

“papa will fill you up too, don't worry puppy. i know your little cunnie is needy and needs more doesn’t it?” stupidly bobbing your head. your papa is right you do have a needy cunnie that needs more wants more. 

“papa can i taste you,” he tilts his head up pausing his inspection of your swollen cunt. 

“sweet little piss pup,” he coos standing over you pushing your legs back farther with his own. 

he unbuckles his belt pulling the leather from the loops. brushing your pigtails away and moving your head so he can wrap the belt around your spit covered neck. he tightens it to the special loop he made just for you. his hands are soft and sweet as he brushes your skin and tightens the leather making your throat squeeze. 

he unbuttons his slacks pulling his chubby cock out. jeno is shorter than jisung and jaemin but he’s so thick. cock fat and heavy. you liked to think of him when hyuck put a soda can in you. the stretch similar to him but not as warm and heavy, only when hyuck would fill it with his pee did it get a little warm or heavy. 

he pulled the waistband lower, letting his balls hang heavy under him. he knew you loved them. loves the slap on your chin as he fucked your face lips aching at the stretch.  

you whined mouth watering as he held himself leaning into you one hand on the wall as his cock found your lips. 

“want it all in here puppy?” his tip prodded your lips. 

“wanna drink it all. wan it in my tummy.” you whimpered tongue sliding over the tip. 

“don’t spill any puppy,” he pushes into your waiting mouth. and you try to swallow around him, lips already stretched with just the head. 

“let’s fill up that tummy,” he pats at your bulging belly. moaning when you begin to taste him. your cheeks puffing up as he empties into them. he releases the hand from his cock letting you do the work. lewdly slurping and swallowing in quick succession, bitter yellow pouring down your throat so fast you can barely taste every drop. 

“good pup,” he whispers, holding your pigtails pulling you somehow closer. moaning when your lips stretch around him. he pokes your cheek watching you hurry and swallow so none spills out. his legs pressed into your harder making your muscles ache the stretch more than you were used to. 

maybe your oppa was right to stretch you more. he said good toys were flexible so you had to do your classes, bending over, touching your toes, he wanted to work you until you could get your legs behind your head.

you gulp and swallow and gulp some more drinking him in.

“you’re gonna suck me dry, puppy,” he coos as the stream slows taking your final swallows, already missing the fill of your cheeks. you keep him in your mouth, tongue flicking the tip of his cock tasting the last little drops.

you keep swirling your tongue around him trying your best to keep his heavy cock in your mouth. he groans almost growling, tugging both of your pigtails to force his cock deeper. moaning around him at the stretch. shoving himself deeper but you can barely take half of. you swear you’d been practicing, hyuck even got a big toy just for your mouth. 

“tiny little mouth,” he mumbles a thumb trying to pull at your stretched lips. you feel tears welling as he pushes deeper and deeper. your teeth slightly dragging over his length, jaw not going wider. he thrusts into your mouth gagging you and the tears spring. 

“aww is it too much pup?” thumbing at your wet eyes, mascara smearing more. you want to shake your head beg him to fuck your throat until it can take his length with ease. he pulls out spit spilling and covering his cock. bubbles spilling onto your chest. 

“let’s see,” he holds your chin tugging your lips open peeking down your throat. “doing so good for papa.”

he steps away, your legs falling slightly. you miss him already. the warmth of him pressing to you. 

“want you,” you whimper opening your fist but you can’t reach out for him. 

“you have me,” he whispers, rubbing your face again. he grabs your hand lacing your fingers together, making you melt. 

“no papa,” you search for the words. “want you down there.”

“hmmm where?” he teases. hand roaming down. “here?” touching your chin you shake your head. “maybe here?” he drags his hand lower, squeezing your breast. you shake your head again pouting. 

“what am i missing?” he questions, grabbing the belt and tugging. 

“papa, down there,” you stare up at him. 

“here?” fingers dancing over the plug still stopping up hyuck’s cum in you. 

“nuhh, my pussy, my cunt, my hole, cunnie. in me. want you,” you crack huffing at him. he just smiles softly. 

“oh why didn’t you just say that puppy? you want me here?” tapping against the clear silicone stuffed inside of you. you nod eagerly. 

“did they get you all stretched for papa?”

“unhuh can take you, been practicing so good,” you whimper. 

“how do you practice?” biting your lip thinking to your practice. 

“oppa makes me- he got me a big big big toy. oppa makes me sit on it while he plays games.” you babble. “makes me dribble cause it pushes on me inside.” you sound stupid only thinking about his cock filling you up.

your tummy felt hot when hyuck made you sit on the toy. he told you it was your pretend papa for when you needed to practice. sitting you on the floor in front of his chair while he played his games and talked to his friends, you buried the toy deep inside of your cunnie, belly bulging as you grinned against it. small puddle forming under you, piss and drool spilling from your holes. 

your oppa would pick on you, call you stupid pissy puppy but it made your brain heavy face shoved in his crotch smelling his piss soaked shorts. his foot rubbed against you using his toes to push against your tummy making you spill and spill more gripping yourself to stop the flow but it just soaked into the carpet. it was just another wet spot littering the space beneath his desk. 

“poor piddly puppy.” he pouts tugging at the plug keeping the mixed cum inside of you. “papa, needs to get you some puppy pads for all those dribbles.” 

“please,” you whine, he tugs the toy out slowly before pushing it back in. cum squishing around the base. 

“remember no more leaking, pup. papa’s gonna push your insides too but you can’t make a mess okay.” you nod as he holds his cock tugging the toy out using his tip to collect any spills before pushing into you. you’re always prepared for the stretch but it shocks you again. hot and heavy as he slides in cum sloshing in you. 

thick so thick and big and so heavy and full

“still such a tight little pussy,” he groans. fat cock filling you up fucking used cum deeper into you. 

“papa’s so,” you babble as he thrusts into you. 

“dumb puppy,” tugging your pigtail again. thrusting slow and deep, making you keen. thankful he let you dribble earlier but the push of him against your bladder makes your eyes shake. 

“full,” you mumble spit dripping from your swollen lips. 

“what’s that pup?” he groans, pushing into your sticky walls. 

“full, puppy so full papa,” babbling as his thrusts speed up. he tugs at the belt wrapping it around his wrist using it to pull your cunt to him. slamming heavy balls against the plug in your ass. your brain is broken just jeno and his cock and the fullness of your whole body. cunt, ass, bladder, all filled to the brim. 

“look pup,” you open your eyes blinking up at him following the direction of his eyes. your tummy bulging with each deep thrust. 

“little bladder bulging while papa fucks you. i’d fuck the piss out of you pup but your oppa would kill me,” he groans. jeno had a tendency to fuck the piss out of you. remembering the first time you finally took him all embarrassed when you started spilling over his tummy. but he just fucked you harder grinning as hyuck watched you. 

“wanna go on your cock,” whimpering, wishing hyuck would open the door telling you to let go. 

“i know, puppy. papa wants your little pissy cunt to let go.” he spreads your pussy, fingers rubbing your clit again. “bet you're already full again with papa’s piss.” you whine feeling the liquid slosh inside of you. 

“hold it for papa,” he fucks you harder belt tugging on the belt around your throat as he pulls you into him. “can’t even make puppy cum or you’ll make a mess.” he pouts but doesn’t stop rubbing your clit bringing you closer. 

“papa, ‘s gonna.” his fingers dragging you to release before he pulls away so you don’t make a mess. you groan pussy fluttering, but he just smiles back at you. 

“papa’s gonna fill up his puppy’s cunnie,” he moans as you clench again, tightening the hold on your piss. 

“want papa’s cum. want papa to make me have babies,” you whimper. he lets go of the belt lacing your fingers again making you purr brain melting at the affection.  

“want to be even more swollen, puppy? gonna have little pups for papa,” you moan loudly at the words. 

“want papa to stretch my tummy,” you beg, holding his hand tighter. 

“fuck, nasty puppy,” he moans sloppily fucking into you. “gonna take all papa can give you?”

“want papa,” he groans, thrusting a deeply hot seed filling your sloppy cunt. 

“nasty pup wanting papa’s babies,” he groans, slowing but still unloading cum into you. 

“just want all of papa,” you babble. he rubs a thumb over your hand before releasing it reaching for the slimy plug on the counter. he pulls out slowly before roughly shoving the toy back into you. patting the base before pulling away. his cock is still so heavy hanging over his balls. 

“so you want all of me?” you nod you really do. wishing he stayed beside you in the bed sandwiched between him and your oppa. sitting in his lap while your oppa played games so you weren’t so lonely at least your hand made good company for now. jealous thoughts crept in sometimes wondering if he had a toy. you wanted to be his only toy. 

“such a good pup for papa. so good,” the praise melted into you like hot lava. his hand held your face sweetly as you nuzzled closer.

“now pup,” he gets eye level to talk to you. “papa’s gonna go, but papa’s gonna be here when you get done okay. papa’s gonna watch you, not much longer now and you can get all that piss out.” you nod into his warm palm, his other hand soothes your belly. so soft and safe and strong. 

“miss you pa,” you mutter, he reaches up, unclasping his belt, sliding it from around your neck easily. 

“i know puppy, i’ll miss you. but i’ll be so close.” throwing a thumb in the direction of the door. “be a good puppy and get all filled up okay.”

he pulls away, but grabs the marker. you watch as his hands soothe over your skin soft and tender. he starts with little hearts drawing sweet and pretty designs over you. 

“hmmm,” he looks you over, deciding. the marker goes to your inner thigh writing ‘papa’s’ then switching to the right thigh and writing ‘puppy’. it makes you hot and warm and mushy in your head. 

“papa’s good puppy, aren't you?”

“papa’s puppy,” you agree. he leans over you kissing your lips softly. 

“i’ll miss you,” he pulls away, lingering before opening the door and slipping away. 

you pout to yourself already missing his warmth the room growing cold now. the need to go comes in waves as you wait, muscles sore and tired from being bent and folded up. you want more though. head empty save for thoughts of cocks filling you molding your holes to their shape. if you weren’t plugged up you’d be dripping. thoughts of heavy cocks filling you soothes the ache in your muscles. 

“oppa,” you call looking into the camera beside your head. “more.” you stare lazily into the lens pleading eyes, listening for anything but you just hear voices not able to make out words. 

the door swings open and mark stands before you. you feel giddy. something about mark made you feel sneakier and dirtier. he was in seminary, studying the word and praying before participating in these activities. the idea of his school finding out about this made you tingle. 

“fuck,” he groans looking you over. “you think you have some room for more?” 

“always have room for mark,” you grin at him. 

“i don’t have much time.” your face shifts into a pout at his words. 

“gotta go to mass,” he coughs. your tummy flips, he’s come to fuck you before going to confess all of his sins. does he tell his priest about you?

“you don’t have to just, maybe, just.” you pause trying to come up with an idea. he’s pulling his cock out hard and pleading for something. “use my mouth.”

“jen stretched you good huh?” he leaned closer pushing his legs against you the same way your papa had. he’s leaner legs not as hot against your skin. thumbing over your swollen lips dragging them open. 

“want cock,” you parrot like a little robot. he laughs at you coming closer, hands on the wall leaning over you, the tip pushing into your mouth. 

“fuck,” he hisses as you take him swallowing easily around his length. jeno’s length but not the same meaty thickness. a nice good size especially for your little mouth. he thrusts into your hole spit spilling from your lips when he pulls back. you moan as he hits your throat holding back a gag as he continues. you need to make him feel good, make him cum. 

“shit, just like that,” he moans into his palm, grinding into you his pelvis hitting your nose with ease. he doesn’t move keeping his cock deep in your mouth and you start to choke around him. he pulls out sloppily, spit spilling over his cock before you can even catch your breath he’s pushing in again. lips stretching around him as he drags slow and steady inside you. 

“gonna make me cum,” he whines, thrusts fast and sloppy into your throat. he slips out pulling away jerking at his cock, a finger tickling at his own nipple over his shirt. 

“holy fuck.” he groans thrusting into his fist. you eagerly watch the slide of his hand over his spit covered cock so delicious. 

“cum on me mark. want it all over me please,” you whine. you wish you could do the work, hold his cock in your hands and have him spill over your fingers. the door swings open, slamming it behind him. 

“fuck,” mark whines so close. watching intently as hyuck grins at you from behind mark his fingers sneaking around to pinch marks nipples. 

“what the- shitt,” he moans, white cum spurting onto your tits catching on the chain. you watch as your boyfriend teases mark’s nipples and somehow you grow wetter. hyuck whispers in mark’s ear. 

“filthy piss baby,” he hisses, cum painting your tummy and chest a pretty little mess. you whine tongue hanging out hoping to catch a measly drop.

“dude what the fuck,” he tries to turn to hyuck but he grabs him pushing mark back against your legs. 

“awww hyung, i thought you liked it.” hyuck says, grabbing mark’s cock making him hiss. 

“bro what the fuck,” he tries squirming away but hyuck holds his cock tight flattening his other hand rubbing his palm over the tip fast and hard. mark whines melting into hyuck. you’ve watch this game they’ve played many times. mark trying to push hyuck away but eventually caving from the pleasure. 

the scene in front of you makes you want to touch yourself. hyuck swirling mark’s cock in hot circles making the older boy cry into his hand. 

“she wanted you to make a mess, hyung. so you better fucking make a mess,” hyuck growls, he’s practically humping mark. mark's tummy is tensing and he lets out a loud whimper as clear liquid pulses out of his cock spilling onto your tummy. 

“oh my god,” you whine watching it cover you in messy spurts. hyuck slows his hand before tugging on mark’s cock making him wince. 

“good boy,” he pats his back, releasing his hold on him. 

“you’re such a freak,” he turns, pushing hyuck away. 

“you still didn’t do everything she asked.” hyuck pushes mark back to you forcing him to face you again. “c’mon you can do it. i told you what would happen if you didn’t.”

hyuck grabs mark’s cock again, aiming it at you. your mind only thinking about what hyuck would do if mark didn’t do what he said. it makes you clench your filled pussy. 

“look she’s waiting,” hyuck said, shaking mark’s cock. hot stream hitting your tummy before you even realize mark’s pissing. moaning as it hits your tits with hyuck’s help. 

“what do u say to her?” mark whines. 

“little piss bitch. you like it when you get covered in my piss,” he whimpers. your mouth still hanging open and hyuck aims to hit your tongue and you swallow greedily letting it spill over your lips. 

“can’t deny that little face,” hyuck coos watching you lick your lips. 

mark stares at you eyes wide while hyuck holds his cock piss slowing to a dribble then stopping. hyuck shakes mark’s cock the last drops hitting your cunt sliding down over the base of your toy. 

“now,” hyuck pauses, tucking mark back into his jeans. “go repent.” he pats mark’s ass and mark’s face burns as he quickly leaves. the door stays open while hyuck stands in front of you. 

“aren’t you so pretty,” he coos, rubbing your sticky cheek. “room for one more?” you nod staring up at him, failing to notice the group forming at the doorway. 

“didn’t even have to gag you. i think all those cocks in your mouth helped.” he pulls his hard cock from his shorts lowering the elastic until his balls hang. 

“unhuh,” you agree, mind spilling out of your ears as you watch him come closer. 

“been stretched so much i think you’ll take me good.” he tugs the plug from your ass making you cry as his cum spills out onto his cock. you whine clenching, missing the fullness but he doesn’t make you wait, shoving into you quickly. you hiss at the stretch, his cock pushing past your tight rim with practiced ease.  

“oppa,” you whimper, cum squelching inside of you as he fills you up. it squeezes out of your tight hole, spilling out of you around his cock. 

“took so much cum so well,” he moans, he tugs at the plug stretching your cunt, squishing cum around the silicone. “fuck so slippery.” 

you can’t pull your eyes from where he enters you cum covering his cock, sticking to his legs as he slams into you. 

jisung peers from the doorway and you see them, jaemin, jeno, and jisung watching as hyuck pounds his own cum from your hole. whining when you make eye contact clenching tightly around hyuck. 

“so gross, you want them to watch?” he motions them closer and they pile in heads all down watching the way you swallow hyuck’s cock. 

“such a greedy slut,” jaemin moans, his fist jerking over his cock. 

“love being a little toy for us to use,” hyuck says, slamming into you. 

“takes it so well doesn’t she?” jeno says with his heavy cock in his hands. 

“so disgusting,” jisung adds, rubbing his fingers over the tip of his cock. they encircle you, surround you with dick just like you like. 

“gotta go,” the pressure on your bladder is too much as hyuck hits it hard with each trust. 

“aww gonna piss? “ jaemin perks, you nod your eyes fluttering trying to hold back but it’s harder and harder. 

“gonna piss on your oppa’s cock?” hyuck groans. 

“is gonna,” you whine squeezing around your oppa. “please.”

“mmm i dunno.” you whimper at him as jaemin’s hand pushes down on your tummy, his evil smile right in your face. 

“what do you think?” looking over to jeno. he leans down closer to you, his thumb pushing on your clit, rubbing at the bud. 

“she’s been such a good puppy, she needs to make a mess,” he says softly. 

“i guess, are you gonna listen to your papa?” jeno’s pet name falling from hyuck’s lips make you tingle with want. you nod making yourself dizzy, hands all over you, holes full. 

“let go for us little pup,” jeno says and you can’t hold it anymore relaxing quickly letting hot piss spill from you. jeno’s thumb spraying it over hyuck’s tummy, his shirt turning yellow.

you melt into the feeling bladder releasing as your orgasm rolls over you. pleasure from everything all of your thoughts fall away. hips bucking into hyuck as you shiver, piss still spraying hard and fast you couldn’t stop if you wanted to. hyuck moans at the way your sticky hole flutters around him pulling him in. 

“fuck,” he groans pouring more cum into your ass. “such a good cumdump.”

“so much piss,” jisung mutters, the hand on his cock fast and sloppy. you whimper at his words embarrassed but pleased. 

“ it’s - ‘s too much,” you whine, wiggling trying to escape from jeno’s thumb and hyuck’s cock still filling you. the pleasure sending shockwaves through you. hyuck slows his hips as your piss dribbles down over his cock. 

“such a good puppy,” jeno coos at you. 

“god you're so soft with her, why don’t you just marry her,” hyuck rolls his eyes, but a grin tugs at his lips, staying inside of you. 

“how can you be mean to this sweet thing?” jeno rubs your cheek with his piss covered fingers. you mewl nuzzling into his sticky palm. 

“easy,” he says, tugging the chain making your squeal. jisung groans, making the boys turn their heads to see him pumping his cock frantically. 

“gooner,” jaemin says flicking jisung’s chest. 

“you know what? i really have to piss,” hyuck says, turning back to you. 

“in me,” you mumble into jeno’s hand. 

“you heard her,” jeno uses his other hand to tug on hyuck’s hair making him whimper. he keeps his eyes on jeno, staring as he commands the room. hyuck whines again hot piss filling you up and bubbling in you. his moves his hips letting it gush out of the tight hole. 

“open,” hyuck does as jeno says mouth wide when jeno spits into it making you whimper. your tummy is hot and bubbly as you fill. 

“fuck,” jisung groans, leaning closer so he can cost you in his cum.

“mmmm,” you love the feeling hot jizz pooling on your tummy as pee is fucked into you. 

“she’s so nasty,” jaemin comments looking between your legs, where hyuck’s piss dribbles out and into the water. reaching again for his cock jerking himself over your leg.

hyuck finishes filling you but jeno keeps a hold on his hair as he pulls out. a gush of yellow before hot sticky fluids glob out of your sloppy rim plopping into the water. 

“look at that,” jeno says leaning over hyuck’s chubby cock pulling his hands from your face and his hair he spreads your cheeks watching as the cum spills out of you. leaning even closer you feel his breath before he spits on your hole. 

“god you really are just a dump huh? how do you even fit all that inside,” jaemin moans again as his hand speeds up. 

“toy,” you bubble. “stretched me.” 

“yeah your oppa’s too small to do that,” jeno smirks at your boyfriend

“fuck you.”

“mmm you wish.”

“shut up i’m about to cum,” jaemin growls. you moan again your boys bickering makes you drippy. hyuck spreads your legs, making room for more cum to shoot over jisung’s puddle growing in your bush. 

“messy puppy,” jeno coos at you, dragging his fingers from your ass collecting the fluids before bringing it to your lips. you moan taking his fingers into your mouth easily whimpering at the salty bitterness the taste means they care for you. he fucks his fingers into your mouth pushing them deeper making you gag around them. 

“can i,” jisung interrupts, raising a hand. “uh piss on you?” you nod eagerly watching hyuck stand and make room for jisung. 

“you know you don’t have to ask?” he says grinning as jisung steps in front of you, his face red. 

“i think i could go too.” jaemin grins, holding his cock aiming it at you. “jen,” he asks, nodding at jeno’s heavy cock. 

“not yet,” you pout, wanting him to make you messier. his fingers slide from your mouth holding your chin sweetly, calming you down. you’re too focused on your papa to see the piss start dribbling out of jisung. 

“she likes it when you piss on her clit,” jaemin says reaching to grab jisung’s cock and aim their streams at your swollen bud. you whined loudly watching it splatter on you, the hard waterfall hitting you in just the right way. 

“moreee,” you groan, the hot streams vibrating you so close to another orgasm. 

“fucking disgusting. are you really gonna cum because they’re pissing on your cunt?” hyuck teases. you squirm trying to grind against the liquid. 

“gross girl,” jaemin says as he moves closer to you, his tip getting sprinkled on. his hand slowly moves on jisung’s cock and he’s already getting hard again. whimpering when jeno shoves his fingers in you fucking the last of oppa’s cum out of you 

“gonnna,” you groan out back arching as you release again. piss still streams on your clit but it was jeno’s fingers shoving inside of you that sent you to the edge. he keeps going his digits fucking the liquid that spill on his palm into your sopping stretched rim. 

“shit, ji’s already hard again,” jaemin announces, piss stream slowing to a dribble as he still jerks jisung’s in his fist. the boys all look at the movement, watching in glee as his cock grows stiff once more. jeno’s fingers help you come down slowly before pulling out cum spilling alongside them. you whimper when he rubs his sticky fingers over your swollen and used up pussy. 

“sorry, i -“ jisung whimpers when jaemin speeds up. 

“do you even have anything left?” hyuck teases reaching around to pinch the boy's nipples, making jisung cry and his face go red. you watch the slide of jaemin’s hand over jisung’s cock, the scene makes you clench causing another glob of cum to spill out of you. you can’t help it. 

“aww even our dumb puppy likes it.” jeno coos flattening his fingers to rub your clit hard and fast before pulling away only to slap it. you arch into him rope tugging on your skin. when you look back, jeno has his hand next to jaemin’s spreading all your juices over jisung. 

“fuckkkk,” he mewls, pulling his lip between his teeth, hips thrusting into their hands. 

“let her have it,” hyuck mumbles into jisung’s neck. 

“yeah ji, cum for your hyungsss,” jaemin coos. and jisung loses it legs shaking as he moans our eyes closed tight when clear starts spurting from him. you whine when it hits you coating your tummy and pussy all over again. watching his slit spill it over jaemin’s fist while jeno pumps the base. 

“so pretty,” you whimper. 

“yeah she likes watching boys touch each other. makes her little cunt wet,” hyuck says pinching jisung’s nipples once more before releasing him letting him crumple on the cool floor. 

“aww you get off to anything don’t you,” jaemin says, petting your face with his hand still coated in jisung’s leftover cum. you nod into the touch savoring the warm sticky feeling against your cheek. 

“i would show off some more but i’m spent,” hyuck says, eyeing jeno who has yet to cum for a second time. jaemin nods in agreement pulling his hand away but admiring you. 

“i guess i could give our puppy some more,” jeno draws, making you perk up. 

“pleasse, papa,” you beg kicking your ankles. 

“we can still watch,” jaemin grins, peeking at the bulge in his friend's pants. he licks his lips not so subtly when jeno pulls himself out, cock heavy. 

“and still touch,” hyuck slithers a hand over to jeno’s ass pushing him towards you. 

“you know,” he continues tapping his chin with a finger, before tugging jeno away and bending down. “this little hole is still full. maybe you could use it.”

jeno eyes the base of the plug still in your pussy. the tempting tight warmth he craves. 

“papa please,” you whimper. the thought of him stretching your pussy one more time makes your whole body warm. he smiles at you before grabbing hyuck and pushing him back easily. moving between your legs, hands over your inner thighs. 

“show us how you stretch her cunt won’t you jeno?” jaemin asks squatting to get eye level with your hole. 

“pa,” you repeat babbling stupidly so cock drunk to even make anymore words. 

“sweet stupid puppy, gonna fuck you now. you’re gonna be good and take papa’s cock?” he soothes a hand over your inner thigh before tugging at the plug the cum spills out easily before he can push in letting it drip onto his cock. 

“unhuh,” you can’t say much, just whine and moan when the head pushes into you filling your used cunt easily. sloppy wet squelching fills the room as he fucks into you. 

“fuck,” jaemin says watching the way your pussy swallow all of jeno’s fat cock. 

“jen we wanted a show,” hyuck says from behind tugging at his pants, letting them poop with his boxers on the floor. you can’t see what’s happening behind jeno just hear hyuck giggling. his hands spreading jeno’s cheeks so he can peek at his asshole. watching the swing of his balls against you, from between his legs. jeno doesn’t flinch just keeps fucking you full and full and full. 

“i think she wants it harder,” jaemin grins and you nod. he moves behind jeno stepping behind hyuck before he grips his hips pushing him somehow harder and faster into you. your mouth just hands open spit drooling as your mind grows dumber and dumber just cock on your  brain. 

“fuck,” jeno groans, hyucks hand grabbing his balls squeezing them. 

“cum papa, won’t you cum for your puppy,” he teases, watching from between jeno’s legs as his cock disappears and reappears more cum covering it each time. 

jeno moans out fucking his hips deep into you making your hiccup. you whimper as his tip hits your cervix, cum spilling. jaemin keeps his hands on jeno’s hips pushing him as hard as he can into you. 

“breed your stupid little pup,” he groans into jeno’s neck. you moan at the words the thought of jeno’s seed making a bay in you swelling you up all for him. jeno soaks in your heat for a moment catching his breath before pulling out slowly letting the cum drip from you. not totally sure who it all belongs to at this point. 

“good puppy,” he puts leaning to kiss your cheek then your lips still open as you drool from them. you whimper lapping at his lips. cum still coming out in globs. 

when he pulls away he joins the pile of boys on the floor in front of you. all red faced and sleepy looking at you still open and pretty for them. 

“she’s still gonna be spilling cum for another day,” jaemin laughs. jisung shakes his head, still eyeing the way it piddles from you. 

“you know hyuck doesn’t care if she pisses on his bed, he's not going to care if she gets cum in the sheets,” jeno smiles, remembering when he’d sat on that same bed with hyuck watching you clutch yourself to keep from pissing. but hyuck pushed his feet into your tummy, making you spill and spill until you cried. sitting in the puddle before hyuck made you touch yourself while they watched. you’d been so good, so obedient, and so embarrassed. 

“she likes the smell,” he beams at you and you nod. 

“she’s disgusting,” jaemin says, laughing at the pout on your face. 

“she can’t help it,” hyuck pouts back at you. “i broke her so long ago she doesn’t even remember what it’s like to not be disgusting.” 

jaemin stands up first walking over to you before patting your thigh. 

“see you next Tuesday, make sure to stretch your little cunnie for me,” he grins before waving to the boys and leaving the room. 

“he’s my ride,” jisung shuffles up awkwardly waving as he leaves quickly following jaemin. 

“and then there were three.” hyuck says. 

“did you get all brain dead, puppy,” jeno pulls himself up walking to you. you babble a response. 

“wanna stay over?” hyuck nudges jeno’s shoulder. 

“if you don’t mind an alarm, i gotta work tomorrow.”

“nope our dumb girl will sleep through anything. you’ll have to wake her up with a drink though,” they grin at you expectantly. the ideas for the early morning are already filling their heads as your empties even more. 

[science-hoes]

Gorgeous

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: language, objectifying an old man, the slightest mention of smut, this was very self indulgent so I do apologize if y’all don’t care for it

Description: Robby loses in fantasy football and pays up. Somehow, his loss is making your life a lot more difficult.

Michael Robinavitch Masterlist

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There weren’t many times that the night and day shift united aside from real emergencies. Well, depending on who you asked, this was a real emergency.

“Where is he?” Shen murmured, holding onto his backpack, wearily leaning against the high counter of the desk hub.

Jack checked his watch. “He’s got about three minutes before I show up at his house after work and finish the job myself. And I won’t do a good job.” He threatened.

There was a thrill in the room, similar to the countdown to Near Years. Except that was a few weeks ago. Dana crossed her arms. “Do you think we can sedate him and do it? Technically, he already gave prior consent when the season started.” She noted.

Mel walked up to the mass of nurses and doctors starting at the entrance to the Pitt, slowing her pace at the oddity. “What’s going on?” She asked.

Langdon waved her over, and she happily met him next to a computer station. “Our fantasy football season ended a few weeks ago. It’s time for the Loser to pay up.” He explained.

Mel tilted her head. “Pay up? Is everyone here waiting for money?” She asked.

Santos shook her head. “No. This is better than money.” She replied.

“Priceless.” Collins chipped in.

You weren’t aware of the barricade of healthcare providers protecting the desk hub as you walked through the entrance of the Pitt. When the doors swung open to reveal you, bundled in your pink winter coat, everyone let out a disappointed groan.

You froze in your tracks, offended by the greeting. “Good morning to everyone, too.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Dana shook her head and threw an arm around your shoulders. “No, sweetie, it’s not you. We’re waiting for the Loser.” She explained.

You smiled slightly, not sure what she was talking about. “Who’s the Loser?” You asked.

Ellis grinned and pointed to the door as it swung open. “Him.”

Robby walked through the entrance, wrapped in his black winter coat, backpack slung over his shoulders, and his camping gaiter covering the upper half of his face. Only his dark chocolate eyes and swooping faux hawk were visible.

Jack shook his head. “Oh, fuck no. Take that shit off your face.” He demanded.

Everyone made similar remarks, commanding Robby to pull off the face cover.

Robby rolled his eyes and reached a hand to the edge of the fabric near his cheek. “Before I do this, just know that I hate every single one of you.” He grumbled.

But he still hesitated. Chants of “take it off” began, starting with Langdon and progressing through the rest of the staff. You watched intently, curious what the big deal was.

With a final sigh of defeat, Robby yanked the gaiter down. The Pitt erupted with screams, laughter, and cheers. But you were frozen. There he was. Your senior attending whom you had an unbearable crush on. Who you took months to get used to without embarrassing yourself or showing your intense attraction. Who you thought about when you were alone at night.

Clean-shaven. Not a trace of the forest of facial hair that was there yesterday. Moments ago, with his face covered, you knew exactly who he was. But now? He looked like a stranger.

“I can’t tell if you look older or younger.” Shen managed to say in between waves of laughter.

Robby’s mouth pulled into a straight line, a movement once concealed behind facial hair now overexpressed. “I don’t want anyone ever saying I’m no good on my bets.” He demanded.

Jack cackled as he made his way towards Robby to pat him on the shoulder. “I don’t think I’ve seen your jaw line in 20 years, brother.” He noted.

And, oh my God, you swear Robby had a pout on his face as his friends harassed him. That straight line turned downward into a real frown. There were only a few people who actually had a downward frown, and apparently, he was one of them.

Dana had tears in her eyes from laughter. She wiped a stray one from the corner of her eye. “I haven’t seen this man since Hurricane Katrina.” She recalled.

Langdon’s eyes were just blown wide in horror. “It feels inappropriate to look at him. It’s like he’s naked.” His voice was monotone.

Your eyes were riveted on Robby. His eyes were distant, taking the punches as they came. It was better to get it all out of the way before the shift started. His face was turning red with… embarrassment? Anger? You couldn’t tell, but the color change was way more obvious without his peppered beard to hide most of his face.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He grumbled, taking a step to the lockers.

But when everyone whipped out their phones and followed his advice, blocking his escape to the doctors lounge, he threw his head back in exasperation.

“If any of these pictures end up on social media, so help me God.” He hissed.

—

Your shift got off to a great start, but your positive streak could not last in the eyes of the emergency department gods. After a couple of pleasant, simple patient cases, you were assigned to Myrna. There was no issue at first. You took her patient history and evaluated her vitals. She had been brought in after a seizure and, of course, consuming an unknown cocktail of drugs. Same as usual.

“Alright, Myrna. Let me get an IV in you.” You mumbled, sorting the IV supplies on a metal tray.

Myrna groaned in a dramatic fashion, slumping in her wheelchair. “Great, let the fucking intern do it.” She mourned to nobody in particular.

You rolled your eyes as you tightened the blue elastic tourniquet on her arm, hoping that you would be able to find a vein in her used arms.

“I’ve started an IV on you before.” You mumbled.

She rolled her eyes. “And it took you five fucking sticks.” She hissed.

You shrugged. “If you stopped shooting up drugs, I wouldn’t have such a hard time finding a vein.” You replied with as much kindness as you could muster.

She laughed, throwing her head back against the wheelchair. “You’re a spicy one.” She complimented. “Consider me a teaching opportunity. That’s what Fruitcake calls me, anyway.”

You raised an eyebrow as you cleaned a poor excuse of a vein on her forearm with an alcohol wipe. “Fruitcake?” You questioned.

“You know who I mean. The tall one with the beard and-YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

Myrna recoiled when you slid the tapered IV needle into her skin, grabbing the metal tray and hurling it at you.

“Jesus, Myrna!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms up to protect yourself from the airborne IV supplies.

The metal tray fell to the floor with a loud clang. In a flash, Dana and Robby were by your side to help you.

“You’re supposed to tell me when you’re gonna stick!” Myrna defended herself.

Robby pushed you behind him defensively as he got closer to Myrna. “What did I tell you about harassing my interns?” He questioned, a sternness in his voice that made even you shiver.

Myrna didn’t say anything at first, just stared at Robby. “Holy shit. Is that you, Fruitcake?” She asked.

Dana began to pick up the supplies that landed on the floor. “Myrna, don’t throw shit. Or we’ll throw you out.” She warned.

Myrna waved her off and returned her attention to Robby. “Looks like you didn’t finish baking.” She teased.

“Thanks.” Robby deadpanned as he turned around to look at you.

Despite Myrna being handcuffed, you were still a little shaken by the incident. His lips pulled into a wide line on his face, his upper lip flattening. Usually, he would just ask if you were okay, to which you would say yes, and that would be that. But instead, he placed a guiding hand on your back and took you to an empty room. When the door shut behind him, he faced you, arms crossed over his chest, and narrowed his eyes.

“When you have a hostile patient like that, you need to ask for help, okay?” He lectured.

The way his lips moved when he spoke was enchanting. His bottom lip thicker than the top, shaping every word with precision that you hadn’t noticed before. Like maybe you had assumed that he had been cutting corners when he spoke with his beard. The freckles that dusted his nose seemed to reach farther down his cheeks than you realized. And the way his zygomatic arches at his cheeks looked like they were sculpted by Michelangelo himself…

Fuck, you had to look away. He was so gorgeous. There was no reason that a man nearly twice your age should have that effect on you. You scolded yourself internally for being so mesmerized by him, but then you wondered how that smooth face would feel between your…

“Are you listening to me?”

Your eyes widened, and your cheeks surely flushed. “Yes, sir.”

“Then look at me.” He demanded, voice tinged with authority.

Fuck. You hesitated, deciding if hiding your crush was worth the reprimand you would receive. Your eyes were focused on your hands, anxiously picking at the cuticles.

“I will not tell you again.” Robby’s voice was sharper now, threatening almost.

You clenched your eyes shut and buried your face in your hands. “I’m sorry, it’s just…I can’t look at you.” You confessed.

A silent beat. “Why?”

A disgruntled breath left your lungs. “Because you shaved.”

An awkward silence followed. That wasn’t exactly the response he expected, but Robby matched your irritated exhale. “Look, I know it looks bad. That’s why I don’t shave. But that’s no reason-“

You snapped your head up, eyes blown wide. “No, no! It looks good! It looks too good.” You cut him off.

Robby froze, and the annoyed face that you were initially met with began to soften. His slackened jaw relaxed, and his lips twitched at the edges. “Too good?” He repeated.

You felt your stomach jump to your throat as you realized the trap you had set for yourself. Tell your boss that he’s hot or that you were lying to get out of a lecture? Either path seemed like a dead end. Where you might actually end up dead regardless of the decision. “It’s just that…you look like a different person.” You confessed.

His lips were pulled into that long, straight line that you had seen this morning. Beginning to turn down in a real frown. “…so I looked bad before?” He concluded.

You groaned in frustration, tossing your head back, clenching your eyes shut. “Oh, gosh, Robby. You’re a very handsome man, and it was already hard for me to look at you without becoming a mess. I used to think, ‘it’s a good thing he has a beard because there’s no way he would look good clean-shaven.’ Then you come in, all baby-faced, and it’s like I relapsed on fucking heroin.” Your word vomit was too much to clean up now.

When you didn’t hear any words, a disappointed sigh, or even the characteristic sound of his short nails scratching his neck, you thought he had left the room to avoid an awkward conversation that involved telling his resident that he did not find her attractive. So you opened your eyes, expecting no trace of your attending, but there he was.

Smiling.

Smiling at you.

And you felt an unexpected weakness in your knees. It was the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Not a grin, but certainly the last line of defense. His lips pulled impossibly wide on his face, his cheeks folding into smile lines to make room. Those lines framed his mouth like priceless artwork.

You felt self-conscious now. He must have been amused at your naivety. You definitely weren’t the first resident to obsess over that man. “Why are you smiling?” You questioned defensively.

Robby let out a chuckle that evaporated the stress in your mind. “I have a pretty young girl telling me that I look handsome. How can I not smile?”

Oh.

You closed the distance between the two of you. Your hands found purchase on his chest, which puffed out at the touch. “Pretty young?” You questioned, a playfulness in your eyes. “Or pretty and young?”

Robby reached for one of your hands on his chest, wrapping it in his own. “Pretty and young.” He confirmed. And this time, he showed off those pretty teeth, imperfect in all the right ways, the smile lines stretching almost all the way back to his ears.

Your free hand lifted, and your fingers hovered in front of his face as if they were not a part of your own body, like his smooth jawline was a magnet. Despite your bravery to touch his chest, you found yourself shying away now. “I’m- I’m sorry.” You stuttered, retracting your hand.

But Robby snatched your wrist with a firm gentleness. Slowly, he brought it closer to his face again, inviting you to touch. Your index finger grazed the contour of his cheekbone, met with not a hint of friction. His breath staggered, and you caught him fluttering his eyes at your electric touch. Like you were inching into a freezing pool of water, you cautiously added more of your hand to grace his skin.

“You’re so pretty.” You whispered.

Robby sputtered out a sheepish laugh, his lips stretching into that boyish grin that deepened every line on his aging face. “Pretty?” He repeated.

You nodded, now palming his jaw. Years ago, you were sure, it was probably cut sharp, but now the elasticity of his skin made it more mature and soft. “I’ve seen that picture of you. From the 90s. The one in the hallway. You looked like a TV show heartthrob.” You noted. “I could never convince myself that it was you, but now I can.”

His face continued to redden, the heat seeping all the way to the tips of his ears. There was no way to hide his blushing now. His head turned slightly in your grasp, his lips brushing against your palm, parting slightly as they dragged. Your thumb traced his lips and dragged his thick bottom lip, rolling it down slightly to expose his teeth. He let out the softest moan, almost a whimper. Your eyes locked with his, and the desperation was palpable.

“I feel like I’m cheating on my crush.” You finally admitted, letting your thumb linger on his mouth.

Robby’s lips pulled to one side in a half smile, but it looked almost like a full blown smile compared to what you were used to seeing behind his beard. “I’m your crush?” He questioned, like he was waiting to see if you had also lost a bet.

You laughed at the ridiculous question and looked up at the fluorescent lights. “I’m struggling to hold your eye contact right now because you’re so fucking gorgeous.” You replied.

Those ceiling lights blinded you from what came next. You could only see Robby’s hairline, but then you felt the warmth on your mouth. From his mouth. Maybe you didn’t register it at first because in all of your fantasies, you expected his kiss to be rough with scratches from his dense beard. Your tongue would graze the facial hair around his lips, burning your chin as he moved.

But this kiss felt so clean. So raw. So…exposed. Like insulation from a wire had been pulled away, leaving nothing but the full power of his mouth. You raised your free hand to his face now, seeking proof that the other side was just as smooth and soft. One of his arms snaked around your waist, and his free hand latched onto the back of your scalp.

Feeling emboldened by the returned affections, you moved your lips away from his and kissed the hollow of his cheeks, trailing down to his jaw. Robby shuddered at the sensation, a pathetic whimper leaving his mouth.

You giggled as you continued to worship his face with hot, open-mouth kisses. “You okay?” You teased.

He chuckled, but it was a higher pitch than you were used to hearing. “I haven’t…” He stuttered as you added more kisses to the underside of his chin, crossing to the other side of his face. “Nobody’s…” He struggled to find the right words as your soft, wet lips dragged across his skin. “You’re the first person in 20 years to kiss the skin on my lower face.” He finally managed to say.

You sucked gently at the angle of his mandible, savoring the taste of his elastic skin on your tongue, releasing soon after to protect him from a damning mark. “I’m honored.” You replied with a gentle tease.

Robby grabbed your face to hold you still, and you let out a bratty whimper of frustration that he had stopped your expedition. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip in thought. “We have to get back to work.” He reminded you, but the authority in his voice was dwindling.

Your eyebrows drew together in disappointment, but you could see in the way his lips were just slightly curved up that he didn’t want to leave you. You could read him before, but now he was as transparent as water.

“Okay.” You sighed dramatically and began to pull away from his grasp. “Guess I’ll just finish out my shift and head home. Alone.”

You turned away from Robby, but before you did, you saw him bite his bottom lip, anxious that he had just fucked everything up. His hands had grasped for your body, a little too late, and you were out of his reach. Hook, line, and sinker. Then you turned your head over your shoulder, just enough to meet his overly wide brown eyes, and smirked.

“Unless you wanna come along?” You added in a sing-songy lilt.

Robby’s face changed in an instant, breaking into that wide smile that you were becoming quickly addicted to. The kind of smile that could stop people dead on a sidewalk when he passed by. The kind of smile that people wrote songs about. The kind of smile that could light up a room in a hurricane.

And it was all for you.

“I’ll see you after work.” You confirmed for him.

Robby chuckled, a look of disbelief at your audacity washing over his face. “I didn’t say yes.” He retorted.

You smirked. “You didn’t have to. Your smile gave it away.” You opened the door to the rest of the emergency department, taking a step out. “You better watch that face. Can’t hide behind your beard anymore.”

And you disappeared back into the chaos. Robby remained in the room, smiling still to himself. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip again. For the first time ever, he was glad that he lost in fantasy football.

—

A/N: Thank y’all for dealing with my slight obsession with clean-shaven Robby. I couldn’t help myself, Noah is just such a cutie.

[luxaofhesperides]

the lost brother - damian

There is static in his ears.

There is a baby in his arms.

His niece. His niece from a brother dead before he was born. The daughter of Danyal, his mother's greatest regret, the ghost haunting his childhood, the brother he never got to have.

She is so small in his arms. Still. Quiet.

It frightens him, cradling such a fragile life in his arms. He's not good with most people, let alone a baby.

Danyal must have been truly desperate to leave her with him.

"Robin."

The voice makes the world come rushing back into place. Damian moves before he thinks, turning his body to shield his niece from danger, but it's only Red Robin standing before him. He stares, wide eyed, until Red Robin pushes his cowl back and Drake stands before him, expression carefully neutral. He doesn't look at the baby in Damian's arms. He only looks at Damian.

"Robin, come on. The Batmobile is right below us."

Damian hesitates, then follows Drake to the edge of the roof. He takes the fire escape down, landing carefully so he doesn't jostle the baby in his arms, and Drake grapples down a moment later, carefully maintaining the distance between them.

He knows it's to keep Damian from feeling trapped, and he's stupidly grateful, though he'll never say so.

The rest of the family will be a pain to deal with. They will demand answers he doesn't have, invade his space, insist on taking his niece from him. At least Drake is quiet and willing to observe without interference beyond getting them all home.

As promised, the Batmobile waits for them in the alley. Drake holds the door open and Damian slides in, adjusting his niece to make sure she's comfortable. She blinks up at him with dark blue eyes.

How strange. He had expected them to be green.

Drake drives them, speaking in short bursts into his comm. Damian brings a hand up to his own, realising rather belatedly that it's muted. Oracle must have grown annoyed at the barage of questions heading his way and silenced them for him.

He'll have to thank her later, once things have settled down.

For now, all his attention is on his little baby niece. What did Danyal say her name was?

Ellie.

Ellie Ellie Ellie.

She reaches up with a small hand, curious, and Damian offers a finger for her to latch on to. Her grip isn't strong, and her hand is small and barely warm.

He holds her closer for the rest of the ride home.

Father wants to take Ellie away for tests. Damian refuses to let go of her, going as far as leveling a sword at anyone who tries.

Drake is the only one who offers to only draw the barest minimum amount of blood for a DNA test, all while Damian holds her.

This, he accepts.

The others hover in his periphery, muttering amongst themselves, but Damian cares little for their thoughts and judgements. He was given Ellie for the sole purpose of caring for her. He will not fail in his duty. If it comes to it that he has to hide away with Mother for the rest of them to calm down, then he will. Surely she'll want to be involved with her granddaughter.

He'll have to tell her about Danyal, anyways.

Father stays at the computer, watching as the results load. He does not look away from the screen to even greet Ellie.

Damian pushes down his bitterness. He knows well the kind of man Father is, now. This is expected of him.

It's Richard that stays by him, hurrying across the Cave with an armful of diapers and baby clothes.

"I wasn't sure what to get, so I got a bit of everything," he explains, setting everything down on the cot where Damian sits with Ellie. Richard cut his patrol short as soon as Danyal left and made an emergency run to the nearest store with baby supplies, pulling sweatpants and a jacket over his Nightwing suit. The collar of the suit peeks out from beneath his jacket, and Damian is sure that it's only the late hour that kept anyone from asking too many questions while Richard was shopping.

"Thank you," Damian mutters. He sets Ellie down carefully, and she blinks up at him with tired eyes. Her face is round with baby fat, but not by much. "How do I…?"

"I think I know how to change a diaper," Richard offers, already pulling a fresh one out of the pack. He gets a small pack of baby wipes out of his pocket and quickly undoes the diaper on Ellie, wiping her down. Damian watches carefully, committing each step to memory as Richard changes her diaper and makes sure she's comfortable.

They're all out of their depths, Damian realizes. Have any of them actually cared for a baby? Pennyworth might have had some idea, and though he died a few years ago, the loss of him aches sharply even now.

"We'll have to figure out how old she is before we get any food for her," Richard murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. His eyes are soft, sad, and Damian lets out a slow breath, relived to know he can trust Richard with Ellie. "What happened?"

It's the question everyone's been asking him, and Damian has refused to answer each time.

But he will answer Richard.

"I saw a person on the edge of the roof as I patrolled. I went down to bring them to safety. He was… I had an older brother who died before I was born. But I know what he looks like. It was him, on that roof."

"You think he came back to life?"

"He must have. He was placed in a Lazarus Pit, but Mother said it didn't bring him back. Perhaps it just took time."

"What made you think it was him, if you've never met him?"

Damian thinks back. The man on the roof was a few years older than Drake, thin and worn-down. His eyes caught Damian's attention first; al Ghul's have very distinctive eyes, and it seems they both inherited that trait from Mother. Beyond that…

Lazarus Pits have magic in them. They wouldn't be able to do what they did without it. Those revived by Lazarus Pits carry some of it with them; it's not Pit Rage, which fades within an hour, but something else that leaves them on the boundary of inhuman. Damian grew up around the Pits and people who used them. He knows what the magic of the Pits feels like, and he could feel it in Danyal.

"I just knew," Damian answers. "Should Mother ever meet him, she'll be able to tell you the same thing: that was Danyal. And this is his daughter."

"Do you know why he left his daughter with you?"

"He asked if Batman was a good father. If I was safe here. Only then did he give Ellie to me."

"He could have stayed to," Richard says, sadness coloring his tone.

Damian doesn't respond. What could he say? Yes, Danyal could have stayed and joined them. He chose not to, for whatever reason. They have not found him yet, and Damian doubts they will find him any time soon.

Danyal is the first son of Talia al Ghul and Bruce Wayne. He will not be found until he wants to be.

Damian will have to wait until then.

The DNA results come back after eight rounds of testing.

Ellie is indeed Damian's niece.

The closest matches to her in the database are Damian and Bruce, which all but confirms that Danyal is indeed the first blood son of the Bat.

Father stares down at Ellie with an unreadable look on his face. He doesn't try to hold her; Damian doesn't know if he should be grateful for this or not.

"I have another son," he says. "And neither you nor your mother ever told me."

"He was dead," Damian answers, "What use would a dead child be to you? Even I never met him until tonight. He was gone long before I was born."

"He's still my son!"

"He's a stranger," Damian bites back. "Why do you pretend to care now? He has never been a part of our lives before. You won't even hold his daughter."

Father flinches back, just slightly, but it's enough to know that the barb hit. Damian gathers Ellie up into his arms and heads for the stairs. "I will be going to sleep now. Ellie will stay with me. You are welcome to stay down here to search for Danyal, or you can get some rest to join me in shopping for Ellie. I will call Mother. Good night."

The others don't have the decency to wait until he's completely out of the Cave before they begin shouting amongst themselves. Damian clicks his tongue and looks down at Ellie, who's sleeping peacefully.

"Let's hope you grow up to have more sense than them," he says to her.

He lays her on top of the blankets, then curls up next to her. It's a long time before he's able to fall asleep.

Mother calls first thing in the morning. Damian's barely had time to brush his teeth before his phone is ringing, and he has to rush to catch it before the call ends.

"Is it true?" she demands as soon as he answers, "Was it Danyal?"

Damian bites back a curse. He said he'd call her. It would have been best if he had been the one to break the news, rather than anyone else, but it doesn't surprise him that no one listened.

"It's true," he says. "Danyal was in Gotham last night. He left his daughter in my care before disappearing. I was unable to speak to him more."

"How can that be," she says, breathless, "It's been decades since his death. The Lazarus Pit never returned him to me."

"It was him. That's all I know."

There's a pause as his mother gathers her composure. Then she says, "I will be in Gotham in a week. I will not be kept out of my granddaughter's life."

"I will make sure we have a room ready for you."

"Good. Take care, habibi."

The call ends without any other fanfare. Damian drops his head with a sigh and tosses his phone back onto his desk.

On his bed, Ellie is sitting up, watching him curiously.

"You and your father have caused a lot of trouble already," he tells her, and she claps her hands together.

When he goes downstairs, he immediately makes note of Drake and Brown's presence with displeasure. His hopes for a quiet morning are dashed before he even reached the kitchen.

"There you are!" Brown says far too loudly. She bounds up to him, ignoring his scowl, and peers at Ellie. "Hm, I'd guess around nine to eleven months, accounting for FTT and some malnutrition."

"FTT?" he repeats.

"Failure to thrive. If infants aren't care for properly, which includes cuddling, then they just… don't grow as they should. They end up smaller and weaker than is expected for their age."

"I imagine she was not taken care of properly, wherever she was before. She wouldn't have been left with me otherwise."

Brown looks troubled, but she blinks it away and smiles when Ellie reaches up to grab at her nose. "Hello there," she says in a soft voice, "I'm your favorite aunt. Don't forget that, alright! I'm your favorite."

Damian pushes her away. "She has no favorites."

"Not yet, but it'll definitely be me when she does!"

"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

"No. But, in all seriousness, me and Tim are here to help. He gave me a rundown and what happened and I still have a bunch of stuff from my pregnancy classes that can help you. We also got some baby food and milk and formula for the baby, since she'll need to eat and be burped. I can walk you through all of that so you can start getting some experience in baby care."

Ah. He had forgotten that Brown had once been pregnant. That she gave away her own baby.

It must be hard for her to be on the other end of that situation, to watch someone take in a baby whose parent couldn't properly care for her, to muster up a smile and all the information she has to make things better.

"I would… appreciate that, Brown."

"Good! Well, lesson one starts now."

She throws open the door to the kitchen, where Drake is pressing the tip of a feeding bottle against the inside of his wrist. "Come here," he says to Damian. "Hold out a hand."

Curious, Damian does as told, and watches as Drake pressed the warm tip of the bottle against his wrist, where liquid splots out onto his skin. "That's about how warm it should be when you feed her. Here." He presses the bottle into Damian's hands, and it takes some adjustment before he can feed Ellie, who starts off slowly, then with more energy.

Brown tosses a rag over his shoulder, and instructs him on how to burp Ellie once she's finished eating. She coughs up some formula, then settles back into his arms, eyes closing as she begins to doze.

"I'll handle shopping," Drake says. "You need a crib, right? Maybe some toys… Just text me a list, I'll get everything."

"Why are you doing all this?" Damian can't help but ask. "We are not exactly… close."

Drake blinks at him, as though he's confused. "Because a baby is a big responsibility. And just because we don't always get along doesn't mean we're not family. She's my neice too. Doesn't she deserve to have more people in her corner?"

Damian can't argue with that, so he nods and lets Drake go to buy whatever he thinks is necessary. Brown lingers in the kitchen, making breakfast for them both in between sneaking glances at Ellie. Usually being watched so obviously would have him on edge and snappy, but he understands the urge to keep looking; he also can't take his eyes off of Ellie.

For someone so small to go through such hardship already… he doesn't understand how anyone can look at her and not want to keep her safe.

He wonders if anyone is keeping Danyal safe.

As much as he wants to go after Danyal, search for his resurrected brother, Ellie takes priority.

She's the one who's here to stay, after all.

Father doesn't come up from the Batcave all day.

Damian tries not to hate him for it.

He doesn't think he succeeds.

(masterpost for all parts)

[starkeymeow]

plot ── after you undergo a procedure to erase rafe from your memory, rafe, devastated by the realization, decides to do the same, only to find himself fighting to hold onto the love you shared, proving that some connections can never truly be forgotten.

content ── another fucking mini series bc i cant stop, rafes perspective, memory loss, emotional distress & heartbreak obvi, dysfunctional relationships, existential themes

authors note ── sorry guys ive been so busy w my new life that i have NOT touched tumblr in a good while. plus this semester is more demanding in terms of my workload ugh so im never writing anym its so lame

main masterlist | next

rafe stares at the card, his fingers gripping the edges so tightly the paper starts to bend. his breath is slow, shallow, like his body is forgetting how to function properly. the words blur together, but it doesn’t matter. he’s already memorized them.

he lifts his gaze to his father. ward stands stiff, arms crossed, staring down at his shoes like he’s the one who’s been blindsided. like he’s the one who just had his entire world gutted out of him in a single fucking sentence.

there’s guilt in the way he exhales through his nose, in the way his jaw slides ever so slightly, but rafe doesn’t give him the chance to speak.

“this is real?” his voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper, as if saying it too loud will make it more true.

ward hesitates, then nods.

rafe lets out a short, breathless laugh, his chest rising sharply before sinking under the weight of it all. he shakes his head, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he looks down at the card again, like maybe this time the words will rearrange themselves into something less impossible.

“so, what?” he scoffs, wetness pricking at his eyes. “they just . . . deleted me? like a fucking file on a computer?”

ward sighs. long, slow, through his nose. he knew this would be hard to explain.

“how many?” rafe asks. how many memories are gone now?

his father doesn’t answer right away. his jaw shifts, gaze dropping to the floor like he doesn’t want to say it. or maybe he’s just trying to soften the blow of something that can’t be softened.

when he finally speaks, his voice is careful. deliberate. “all of ‘em, bud.”

rafe scoffs again, but it’s weaker this time, like his body is struggling to keep up with his disbelief. he smiles, but it’s the kind that only comes when someone is trying not to fall apart.

“no . . . no. she didn’t. she wouldn’t do that.” he shakes his head again, faster this time. “that’s not even a fucking thing— i mean, erasing someone from your mind? since when did we have the tech for that bullshit? that didn’t happen.”

he throws the card onto the table like it burns to hold it any longer. gets up so fast his chair scrapes loudly against the floor. his chest is rising and falling too quickly, hands threading behind his head as he paces across the kitchen, back and forth, back and forth, his fingers digging into his scalp.

ward doesn’t stop him. he just watches, his own grief settling deep in his expression. and maybe it’s not the same kind of grief. maybe it’s not the gut-wrenching, all-consuming, ‘i’ve lost the love of my life kind’, but it’s still there.

because he’s seen lucuna inc. before, out near the edge of the island, where no one really looks unless they’re desperate enough to. he’s seen it and he’s hoped no one he loves would ever consider walking through its doors.

but you did. a girl who once sat at his dinner table, who used to laugh with his family, who was supposed to be his daughter-in-law one day.

was rafe really that bad? bad enough to make you want to erase him?

rafe stops pacing so suddenly it’s like something clicks into place inside him. he turns, slipping out of the kitchen without another word. his father calls after him, but he doesn’t listen. his hands move on their own, grabbing his keys from the hook by the front door, pushing outside, stepping into the thick outer banks air like he’s coming up for air after drowning.

he doesn’t know where he’s going.

apparently, he can’t go to you.

but he’ll do something.

a/n: just the short little prologue so def let me know if ud like to be tagged for this one!

[ceilidho]

fear of god

There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew. Part 11 masterlist

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The ship is big enough to get lost in, just like your mind.

You open your eyes and you’re back in your room. The lights are off. You feel around the wall for the light switch and when it comes on, it temporarily blinds you; you wince against the burning light. The faint remnants of a dream on the verge of slipping away lingers on the edges of your conscious mind. 

A man stands at the end of a long corridor, shrouded in darkness.

You are powerless to stop him unless he wants to be stopped.

Shaking. When you look down at yourself, you realize you’re shaking, your pinkie trembling independently of the rest of your hand though the tremor soon spreads to your other fingers. 

How did I get here? You want to ask but there’s no one around to receive the question. The door to your room is sealed shut. Looking around the room reveals nothing amiss or out of place. Even your clothes are neatly folded on your desk, and you’re clad in your pajamas as if you’d already gone through your whole nighttime routine. 

The sheets are rumpled and warm from your body, meaning that you’ve been in bed for some time. The problem is that you don’t remember returning to your room or tucking yourself into bed. The last thing you remember is Gaz taking your face in hand and promising you—

Your brows knit together as you rack your brain.

—promising you something. 

You rack your brain harder, searching for a memory that slips further and further away with each passing second. You remember Farah and doubles and your ship hurtling through empty space, and then a sickle slices through your memories and lops it off. 

Your lips tingle when you press your fingers to them. Something here too, but it slips from you when you try to fit your hands around it. 

Sleep knocks at the door of your mind though, putting off anymore thoughts of what you’re forgetting. Maybe in the morning it’ll come back to you.

In your dreams, he appears again, hovering over you this time, thick thighs on either side of your hips. Skin darker under the cloak of darkness. His plush lips part when you touch your fingers to them and he kisses each pad delicately, reverently. 

Your body feels warm and weightless; sticky between your legs. A pulsing pleasure like nothing you’ve ever experienced, desperate for him to tuck his hands under your back and draw you up into his chest. 

I’ve been waiting a very long time for something like you, he whispers against your fingertips. 

And you want to whisper back, what will you do now that you’ve found me? But when you open your mouth, all that comes out is ash and dust.

By the following morning, Hadir is sick.

You find out in the middle of brushing your teeth when Graves summons you to the medbay over the intercom, giving you only the briefest of explanations before his voice cuts out with a crackle. A line of toothpaste and drool drips down your chin as you stare up at the speaker in the corner of your room, dread pooling in your belly. Even from the outset, you know this can’t be any good. 

That feeling follows you all the way to the medical unit, shoving your arms into your lab coat sleeves while speed walking down the hall and wondering what you’ll find waiting for you. That’s where you find the three of them—Farah and Graves flanking the examination table where Hadir is laid out, the flush and sweat on his face visible from across the room. 

“What happened?” you ask, hurrying over to his side. You drag the computer over with you, the arm it’s attached to gliding over to the exam table. 

“He’s been like this all morning,” Farah explains in a terse voice, not meeting your eyes. “I went to check on him when he didn’t show up for breakfast.”

“Hadir?” Speaking directly to him now, you soften your voice, trying to gauge his mental state. Pupils of uneven size lazily roam around until they land on you. “Hadir, how’re you feeling?”  

His lips are dry when he parts them, and though he stares at you uncomprehendingly for long enough to worry you, he eventually responds with a raspy, “…Bad.”

That gets a shallow laugh out of you. “Yeah, I figured.”

The fever is obvious. What’s less obvious is the cause of his fever. You run through your usual preliminary tests, but nothing seems to stick. There’s a waxy sheen to his skin and boils under his arms that make you think bacterial infection, but coupled with his other symptoms—the fever and nausea—you err on the side of caution and take a few blood samples, plugging in the command for a CT scan. 

“I can page you when his results are in if you’d like” you let Farah and Graves know, looking at them from over your shoulder, the two of them still standing by Hadir’s bedside and watching you intently. “You don’t have to stay for this. It’ll be a little while until I know what’s going on.”

“Farah will stay,” Graves states. The look he sends her feels pointed and you don’t know if you like it. 

Something unsaid passes between their eyes. Excluded from their exchange, all you can do is focus on your work to quell the anxiety brewing in you. 

“Alright,” you assent, practically mumbling the word under your breath. 

Graves leans over Hadir’s prone form to whisper something into his ear before straightening and leaving without another word, not issuing you so much as a glance.

A tense silence fills the room. You try not to let it get to you at first, concentrating more on putting the blood samples into the centrifuge and setting up the scanner. After yesterday though, your tolerance for bullshit is low, almost nonexistent. You can only take Farah’s gaze boring into your back for so long before you snap. 

“What?” you finally ask, your voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

Farah doesn’t answer for a moment, considering whether or not to broach the subject.

“You ran away yesterday,” she finally says. A statement rather than a question.  

You’d been bracing yourself for this exact moment, but when it arrives, you flounder a bit. Tongue heavy and nerves electric. Rooting around in your brain for an answer that doesn’t make you come off as paranoid and crazy when you’ve already revealed your hand to her. 

“I wasn’t feeling well.” You keep it simple. Tell her nothing that she doesn’t already know. 

“You went back to your room then?”

“Yeah. I just needed to rest.”

She lets the silence hang in the air, long enough for you to worry that you’ve miscalculated in lying to her. There’s no sense in telling her the truth though. Even now, you can’t be sure of who you’re speaking to. 

That thought sits like a stone in your belly. 

“We still need to have that conversation.”

She dislocates himself from your peripheral vision when she takes a step away, forcing you to turn your head to find her. “There’s more to talk about?”

“Yes.”

“Like what?”

“You’re going around saying Gaz isn’t human and that we had conversations that I don’t remember ever having with you, and now my brother’s sick. I’d say there’s more to talk about.” 

“I made a mistake,” you lie, hoping that you can put on a convincing enough face. “The other day, I mean, when I said that to Hadir about Gaz. Obviously Gaz is a human. Maybe I was getting sick too.”

“That would be awfully convenient,” she responds blandly. 

“Convenient?” you repeat, frowning.

A sudden antagonistic turn to the conversation. Real or not, it’s been in the air for weeks now, maybe months. Your blood goes hot beneath your collar. Not once has she given you any semblance of grace or leeway. Like you can only do wrong; like she expects treachery or disappointment or worse from you. 

Then someone breaks the tension by coughing. 

“Can…you two…stop arguing?” Hadir rasps, dragging your attention back down to him on the exam table. 

“Sorry,” Farah murmurs to her brother. She slips her hand into his and gives it a squeeze.

You apologize under your breath to him as well, shedding the last of your annoyance. There’ll be a time for that later. Now, you have a patient to tend to. 

The day does not improve from that point on. 

Though you spend hours pouring over Hadir’s blood samples and the cross-sectional images from his CT scan, you can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, all of his results coming back ostensibly normal even though his condition continues to visibly deteriorate. By mid afternoon, his skin is abnormally hot and you sponge his skin with lukewarm water to try and keep him cool while running more tests. His fever holds steady.

You order an MRI on top of his other tests, waiting impatiently for his results only for those images to come back normal as well. Test after test comes back with the same answer. Though Hadir’s white blood cell count is higher than normal, his body doesn’t appear to be fighting anything in particular. 

He becomes less responsive around lunchtime, which doesn’t worry you until it gets harder and harder to get him to open his eyes and grumble out more than a couple words at a time. 

You can feel Farah’s frustration and worry rise as the hours pass. For a time, she’s called away by Nikolai to help work on something else, but she comes back as soon as her work is done, the soft whoosh of the door behind you alerting you to her presence. 

“How’s he doing?” she asks quietly on her return. 

You breathe out heavily, your mask making your breath blow down over your chin. “He’s still running a fever. I have him on an IV to make sure he’s still getting fluids in his system in the meantime.”

Farah idles closer to Hadir’s bedside, gazing down at him almost tenderly. You can almost see the effort it takes her to keep her face neutral. “Is he…in any pain?”

That question is hard to answer. Though all of Hadir’s tests have come back fairly positive—no sign of infection or internal bleeding or anything that could account for his outward symptoms—you haven’t been able to elicit a response from him in hours, not since he was first admitted into your care. Every so often, he grumbles out a couple words, but that’s hardly enough to alleviate your worry. The only comfort you can offer her is that you haven’t been able to detect anything that would be causing him any pain. 

You’re not sure if that comes as much of a relief to Farah when Hadir’s brow quivers and sweat beads on his upper lip.

The situation bleeds from one day into the next. You sleep on a cot in the medical unit instead of returning to your room, setting multiple alarms in order to check on Hadir periodically throughout the night. You try to convince Farah to go back to her room to get some sleep, but when she doesn’t make any indication of leaving, you relent and pull out a cot for her as well. 

Hadir is no better in the early hours of dawn when you check his temperature and vitals again, but he’s not any worse either. Stable doesn’t mean good though. 

It’s only when Graves joins the two of you around midafternoon that the situation turns dire. 

“Well, doc?” he asks after returning from speaking quietly with Farah outside the medbay. “What’s wrong with him?”

His and Farah’s continued presence shouldn’t bother you as much as it is. You know it’s only natural considering this is the first time anyone on board has been sick since you departed Earth. It’s cause for some concern. 

“No prognosis yet,” you sigh. “I’ve done every single test I could possibly think of but there doesn’t seem to be anything actually causing his fever.”

Graves looks unimpressed with your answer. “How long’s Hadir been here—ten hours? And you still don’t have a single clue what might be wrong with him?”

You should’ve assumed his question wouldn’t be in good faith from the way he initially ignored you to call Farah into the hall for a chat. You bristle at his words though, stomach roiling. 

“It may not be a simple answer,” you say through grit teeth. “I’ll keep looking until I can figure out what’s causing this, but in the meantime, he’s getting fluids and rest and I’m making sure he stays stable.”

“Where are all of his test results anyway? Any x-rays I can look at?” Graves asks, meandering over to the counter running along the wall. 

There’s a stack of papers on the counter nearest him that he flips through. You bite your tongue to keep from asking him if he even knows what he’s looking at, choosing instead to just silently hand him Hadir’s scans. He inspects each scan for barely a few seconds before shuffling it to the back of the pile. 

He shuffles through the pile twice before slapping them back down on the counter. “Okay, maybe this’ll be easier if you just explain it to us.”

You’d laugh but it’s hard to find humour in the situation with the two of them staring at you with such obvious disaffection. Instead, you walk them through the tests you’ve ordered and all of Hadir’s results, taking the time to ensure that they understand the purpose of each test and your thought process behind it. 

Graves’ face says he still doesn’t get it. “Well, if Hadir’s fine, why isn’t he getting better? Not to point out the obvious, doctor, but he looks like shit.”

“…I’d tell you if I knew, but as you can see from his scans—”

“Which I’m still waiting for you to explain.”

“—as you can see from his scans, I haven’t been able to find anything actually wrong with him. Apart from his white blood cell count, which is a bit high—which could mean an infection somewhere, but I haven’t been able to find anything yet.”

“You know,” Graves starts, drawing out each word. “Back on Earth, they really sold me on your skills when I was picking through resumes for our staff media, but I gotta say, doc…I’m not seeing much to be impressed with now.”

You balk at his words, struggling at first to form a coherent response. “I’m…sorry to hear that, sir. I’m doing my best.”

“And none of this has anything to do with the other day?”

Your blood goes cold. “What exactly are you trying to say?”

“I’m just trying to figure out if something might be impacting your judgment.”

“Like what?”

Your raised voices must be audible from the hall because Alex enters a few minutes later, followed by Nikolai and Gaz, the latter of which you studiously avoid making eye contact with. 

Ever the blunt one, Nikolai is the first to speak. “Why all the yelling? We heard you from practically down the hall. Hadir is not dying, no?”

It’s so much worse to do this in front of a crowd; it’s like something out of your worst nightmare, all of them gathered on one side of the room and you on the other, divided even physically. 

“I’m just trying to figure out if there’s something the doctor isn’t sharing with us,” Graves says, eyes still locked on you. 

Your jaw hangs loose at the implication. “You’re not serious. Are you implying that I did something to Hadir? I didn’t make him sick,” you say, emphasizing the absurdity of the claim being levied against you.

“But you’re also not helping him get better. And that’s what we’re concerned about.”

“I can’t just snap my fingers and fix someone! It takes time—”

“You’ve had over twenty-four hours—”

Gaz takes a step forward, placing a hand on Graves’ shoulder to calm him down. “Commander, I know tensions are high but…you know she wouldn’t do something like that.”

You have a momentary lapse of gratitude in being defended before the anger rushes back up at the thought that Graves would hold Gaz’s words with more weight than your own. That Gaz would need to defend you in the first place when you half suspect that Graves’ distrust is by his own design. 

Graves’ nostrils flare as he exhales, no longer hurtling accusations at you but still deeply suspicious. 

“Can all of you just leave?” you blurt out, at the end of your rope. “I can’t keep arguing with you while I’m trying to take care of my patient. And it might seem like Hadir can’t hear us, but he’s still very much conscious and all of this is just going to put undue stress on him.”

The five of them stare at you with varying degrees of uncertainty, only Gaz’s expression remaining neutral. 

“I’m not leaving my brother,” Farah states, her distrust unambiguous. It stings. 

“You either have to trust me enough to let me do my job or lock me up if you’re going to keep second guessing me,” you snap. Probably unwise to plant that seed, but anger keeps your common sense at bay. 

“It’s probably not good for you to be here. It won’t make you feel any better,” Alex murmurs. Though it’s mostly hidden from view, you can almost make out the way his hand flutters over her low back.

“I’m not leaving him alone.” Even speaking softly, Farah’s voice reaches your ears from across the room. 

 Your hands clench into fists at your sides. Indignation like you’ve never felt before bubbles up, anger at being treated like the threat in the room. Your eyes cut to Gaz, whose stare hasn’t wavered since he arrived. Waiting for him to say something, to indict you like the rest of them. 

His brows bend in sympathy, but he doesn’t open his mouth. 

It’s Graves who eventually breaks the standoff. “Gaz, I want you to stay here until the doctor’s able to give us a better answer on Hadir’s condition.”

“Commander, I don’t know if that’s necessary—” Gaz interjects, but your fury drowns out his voice.

“You’re leaving me with a guard?” you ask in disbelief. “You can’t seriously think I’m keeping Hadir sick? That’s fucking insane, Graves—I’m a doctor. And moreover, Gaz isn’t even part of the crew—”

“First of all,” Graves cuts you off, a hair from shouting his words. “I won’t have anyone questioning my decisions on this ship. I’m the one who’s in charge around here. Second, Gaz has earned his place on this ship just as much as you have. Maybe more so because at least he’s actually done his fucking job!” 

His outburst stuns you into silence. Stock-still. Your bones creak when you rock back on your heels

Maybe because all this time, they’ve never said it in so many words, though you’ve felt the sentiment creep through the pipes and vents, the metal clanging with the sound of it hidden just behind a wall, just out of reach from you. 

For a second, you can see yourself the way they see you. A feckless, ineffectual crew member who hasn’t been able to pull her own weight. An extra bit of cargo for them to carry to Jupiter. Someone who, for some time now, they haven’t seen as equal to the rest of them.

The edges of goodness curl away from you. You’ve felt isolation before but never to this extent.

And not one of them comes to your defence. You stand there under the scour of their judgment and wait for someone to speak up and say that this has all been blown out of proportion, only for silence to reign supreme. 

“I’ll stay,” Gaz finally says, taking a step towards you and turning to face Graves. Physically putting himself on your side, though his words still align him with the commander. You try not to look as pulverized as you feel—you shouldn’t feel that way anywhere. You know he’s never been on anyone’s side but his own. 

The urge to say or do something you’ll regret is strong. Almost overwhelming. All you can imagine is grabbing a scalpel from the drawer near your hip and driving it right through your commander’s throat, revelling in the soft gurgles and flesh giving under the steel blade. The thought turns over your head until it’s nearly unbearable to keep your hand from trembling. Even the room seems to darken with your thoughts. 

Hadir breathes out shallowly from the exam table behind you. You blink and bite the inside of your cheek. This isn't right; this isn't you. Violence won't do anything out in space.

You know no answer will satisfy them, so you don’t even try, turning your back to Graves and his crew and focusing on your patient instead.

“Let me know if anything comes up,” Graves says, speaking to Gaz instead of you. Humiliation burns like bile at the back of your throat.

You hear Alex whisper c’mon to Farah before the whoosh of the door signals their departure. One by one they leave until only you and Gaz remain, and Hadir, still unconscious on the exam table. 

And all around you, the ship hums as it hurtles farther away from Earth.

[watchmegetobsessed]

LITTLE NERDY VALENTINE

A/N: one day late, but here's a bit of valentine's day cuteness with fratry bc i've been thinking a lot about him lately

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

SUMMARY: Harry wants to celebrate Valentine's Day, but you're not a fan of his plans of going out and you have your reasons for that, but talking about them is not easy, so it causes some frustration.

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“So, what do you want to do on Friday?” 

Harry is lying on your bed with a textbook lying open over his chest, but he hasn’t read a single word of it in the last hour, he’s been too busy playing on his phone while you were sitting at your desk, working on a paper that’s due next week. He came over to study, but you both knew you’d be doing all the studying, you actually have no idea how Harry has good grades. 

“Friday? What’s on Friday?” you hum, still typing away on your computer, pretending to be oblivious.

“You know…” He draws out the words, sitting up so his back is against the wall. He puts the textbook aside, closing it, done pretending he is actually reading any of it. 

“Hm?” You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen, but you can feel Harry’s burning eyes on your back. 

“Y/N, it’s Valentine’s Day,” he chuckles, giving up the game. “We are having a Cupid’s Party at the frat house, but if you want to go out, maybe have dinner or something I’m down.”

“Uh, I don’t know…” 

“Or we can go to the movies, I’m willing to watch that new romcom with you, if you want.”

“Harry…” Sighing you give up and finally turn with your chair to look at him, but you wish you didn’t because he is giving you those puppy eyes he knows you can’t resist and he is hugging your pink fluffy pillow like a little kid. 

“Y/N?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to go out.”

You catch the tiny wince that twitches his lips, but he recovers quickly. You were really hoping you could avoid this conversation today, though part of you knew it would come up, since it’s Wednesday, only 2 days until Valentine’s Day. 

His eyes jump down at the pillow as he starts fumbling with it, like a hurt kid who just got told no. 

“Harry…”

“Are we ever gonna leave this room and act like a real couple?” 

“Don’t start this again, please…”

“I just understand, Y/N,” he groans as he looks up at you again. “We’ve been together for over two months and I haven’t even held your hand in public.”

“That’s not true, you held my hand when–”

“When we were hiking in the middle of the woods so no one could see us. Yeah, you’re right,” he scoffs. 

“We’ve talked about this,” you say, looking down at your lap as the guilt bubbles in your gut. 

“Actually, we haven’t. You just keep telling me you need more time, but never really explain why or what bothers you. I’m trying to be patient, but I really want to take our relationship out of this tiny dorm room.” He gestures around your room where you spend the majority of your time together with him. 

Chewing on your bottom lip you just keep picking on your chipped nail polish, not looking at him, but then he climbs to the edge of the bed so he is sitting right in front of you. He lifts your chin gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong? I’m more than happy to wait for you, but I need to know a bit more.” He places a hand to your thigh, reassuringly rubbing it as he waits for you to say something. 

“I’m just… I don’t know, I like that it’s just the two of us.”

“Bullshit. It would still be just us.”

Ugh, you hate how well he knows you, you can’t lie to him, but you’re not willing to tell him the truth either. 

“Can we just not talk about this right now? I really need to finish this pa–”

“Y/N, stop avoiding this, please. You know you can tell me anything.”

He is looking at you, waiting and expecting, but you just can’t give him what he wants. His gaze keeps flickering between your eyes, hoping you’d finally open up, but you keep your mouth shut. And then he loses his patience.

“Alright then,” he whispers, jumping up to gather his things, showing everything into his backpack.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him tug the zipper angrily before swinging the bag over one shoulder. 

“I can’t do this, Y/N. I don’t want to hide and not even know why. You wouldn’t tell me what bothers you, so I have to draw my own conclusions and want to know what all of this seems like to me? Like you don’t want to be seen with me, like you’re ashamed of being with me.”

“Harry, that’s not true,” you protest, standing from your chair. 

“Then what is it?”

You open your mouth, but your voice dies in your throat. Unfortunately, Harry takes that as your answer. 

“Okay. Call me when you’re willing to talk.”

And with that, he is out of the room. 

A couples’ party might not have been the best place to be today for Harry, but the thought of easing his mind with a few rounds of beerpong was good enough to make him leave his room and join the party. 

Cupid’s Party usually has two groups of people: the happy couples, attached by the hip, eating each other’s face off and the single people getting wasted, hoping to at least hook up with someone. Currently Harry doesn’t feel like he belongs to any of these groups.

He assesses the living room over the rim of his red solo cup and tries his best to ignore the pain in his chest at the sight of all the happy couples in matching outfits, celebrating their love. In the beginning of the week he was still hoping he and you might be one of them, but things didn’t turn out to be the way he planned. 

After the fight in your room you texted him, asking him to come back, but he made it clear he wouldn’t be doing that unless you’re willing to talk.

Which you werent, so it’s been radio silence since then. 

He had to stop himself from texting or calling you like a million times, it’s been quite the fight since Wednesday, he’s been missing you like crazy, but he is also determined to finally move forward. 

“You alright man?” Niall pats him on the back with a cup in his own hand that smells so much of alcohol that Harry can’t stop himself from wrinkling his nose. While he likes to have drinks, he is often surprised how some of his friends in the house haven’t died of alcohol poisoning.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nods with a sigh. 

“Uhuh, that’s why you’ve been moping around for days, right?” Niall laughs.

“I have not–”

“I have not been moping, you arse!” Niall mocks him, which he finds hilarious, but Harry just rolls his eyes and takes a swig from your drink. “Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push it, but if you feel like you need a shoulder, you can come to me.”

“I know,” Harry sighs. “Thanks, I’ll just get a refill for now,” he says, holding up his cup. Niall nods and they go their separate way.

Harry fights through the crowd towards the kitchen and tries his best not to get stopped by drunk girls that are more than eager to hook up with him tonight. He would love to tell them he is taken, but he can’t. Even despite the fight you had, he still doesn’t want to go against your will and tell everyone that you’re dating. 

The kitchen is a mess, but he quickly finds the tequila and then mixes it with some pineapple juice, then he stops by the pizza and grabs a slice so his stomach wouldn’t be completely empty. Though his original plan was to get drunk, but now he is not feeling that, so this is probably his last drink, since he is starting to feel a bit dizzy. 

Leaning against the counter he is debating if he should just go back to his room and spend the rest of the night playing video games, but then he spots an all too familiar face in the crowd outside in the hallway. 

You look very uncomfortable, navigating between the half drunk people while looking like you’re searching for someone. Harry puts his pizza slice down right away and he just starts moving towards you when he sees a guy bumping into you, making your shoulder hit the wall.

“Ah, sorry sweetheart, you alright?” the guy asks and his hand is already on your arm, leaning way closer than you’d like him to.

“It’s okay Dave, I got her.” Harry pats him on the back in a friendly manner, though inside he is fuming at the way he is looking at you right now, like he is ready to peel you out of your clothes. 

“Harry, hey! I was just–”

“I know, I got her,” Harry repeats, this time with a tougher look at the guy, which he finally notices so he just nods and wanders away. “Are you okay?” he asks, finally looking at you, keeping one hand on your elbow.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Can we talk?” you ask and Harry nods right away, moving his hand to the small of your back, guiding you upstairs, towards his room. 

You’ve been to his frat house, you actually met him at a party here, but you’ve never been to his room. If the other boys saw you coming and going from his room it would have been quite obvious there’s something going on between the two of you, so you usually stayed at your dorm room where it was easier for Harry to sneak out without being noticed, that place is too big for anyone to notice him.

The hallway leading to his room is scattered with couples making out by the wall and you try not to stare at the pair that’s practically dry humping each other like they are in a private place. 

Harry unlocks his door with his keycard and then ushers you inside, finally shutting the noises of the party out. You’re curiously looking around the room that’s a lot tidier than you expected. Aside from a few clothes lying in the corner and two unwashed mugs on his night stand, it’s pretty neat. On his desk you notice the book you gifted him a week ago. You pick it up and open it where the bookmark is at around the third of the book and then you realize the bookmark is a polaroid of the two of you. It was taken the first time he slept in your room, your faces are mushed together as you laugh at something. You remember him taking a picture, but you weren’t expecting him to use it as his bookmark, which is such a sweet thing. 

He has been nothing but sweet to you and that just makes your guilt even worse for treating him the way you did. 

When you turn around you find him watching you with his hands in his pockets, just patiently waiting for you to start talking. 

“I’m sorry for making you feel like I’m ashamed of you. That was never the case and… yeah, I’m just really sorry.”

Harry nods, but then just keeps looking at you and you know he wants you to continue. So taking a deep breath you force yourself to keep talking before you chicken out. 

“I was actually thinking it was the other way around.”

That confuses him, he frowns but before he could ask anything you just continue.

“We are not really from the same crowd. You’re… You live in a frat house, you play football, people know you around campus while I’m more like just… a face in the crowd. I know it’s such a cliché, but I felt like that if people saw us together they would question why you’d go out with me a-and–Um… I just…”

“And you thought that I would also question why I’m with you?” he finishes what you couldn’t and you just nod, feeling your throat closing up. It’s been such a heavy weight on your chest the past weeks and now that you said it out loud it’s a relief but you’re also worried how Harry will think of you now. 

Then his eyes soften and stepping closer he gathers your hands between his palms, holding them to his chest. 

“Y/N, you realize this is not a movie where there are popular kids and nerds and they never talk?” he asks with a soft chuckle, making you laugh. 

“I know. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s just been haunting me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” you repeat. “Deep down I knew it, but I just couldn’t help it. I thought that I could get rid of it with time, but I couldn’t and I swear I didn’t want to hurt you with all of this, it’s just that I can easily get into these… spirals and it’s so hard to get out of them.”

“I know,” he softly says and leaning closer he kisses your forehead. “I just wish you told me so I could help you.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“It’s okay.”

Letting go of your hands he cups your cheeks in his palms as he pulls you in for a kiss while your hands fist the fabric of his shirt at his waist. He is sweet and gentle, his lips reassuring you that he is right here, with you. He rests his forehead against yours, his thumbs gently caressing your cheeks. 

“By the way, did you just call me a nerd?” you ask, opening your eyes, making Harry laugh with your words.

“Do you not fit the nerdy stereotype of romcoms?” he challenges you with a wide grin on his face.

“Well, I do study a lot and spend every other afternoon in the library.”

“See? You’re my little nerdy Valentine,” he arches an eyebrow and you just roll your eyes at him, but can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips. Then slowly, his expression turns more serious. “So what would you like to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admit with a sigh.

“Listen. If you need more time… I’m okay with that. I want you to feel comfortable and if that means that I have to convince you that no one will point fingers at us if they see us together, then that’s what I’ll do.”

You’ve known it from the beginning, but Harry just keeps proving that he is the right person for you and you couldn’t be more thankful for him. 

Leaning in you kiss him shortly. “I want to move forward, I’m just a bit scared.”

“Then you’ll lead us in whatever pace feels comfortable for you, okay?”

You nod and he kisses you again. 

“Do you want to go back down?” he asks, nodding towards the door. 

“Yeah, I would like that.”

Walking out of his room he locks the door and the two of you head back down and you notice that he is still keeping his distance from you, not trying to change everything all of a sudden. Returning to the kitchen he makes you a drink and he grabs another slice of pizza when Niall emerges from the crowd. 

“Hey, you’re still here! Thought you’d lock yourself up in your room soon,” he chuckles seeing Harry.

“You thought I’d bail?” Harry grins, leaning against the counter. Niall’s eyes move over to you.

“I think we haven’t met yet. I’m Niall.”

“Y/N,” you shake his hand. You catch a look the two boys exchange and after that, Niall just smiles at Harry knowingly.

“Alright, I’ll be by the beerpong tables if you need me,” he waves before making his way out of the kitchen. 

“You have a bit of sauce there,” you point at Harry’s mouth smiling.

“Hm? Here?” he asks, wiping his lips, but he completely misses the spot, making you laugh. “Where?” he grins.

“Right there…” You raise a hand to help him out, but it stops midway when a thought pops into your mind and before you could talk yourself out of it, you lean in and kiss his lips. 

“Now you’re good,” you smile against his lips. Harry can’t contain his growing grin, because this was the first time you kissed him in front of other people. 

“I think it’s still there.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckle at him.

“Yeah, all over my lips, everywhere.”

“Stop,” you roll your eyes at him laughing. He leans down and kisses you shortly before he continues eating his pizza, trying his best not to comment it when your hand sneaks into free hand, fingers lacing together.

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[littlelovelunette]

hii! i was wondering if you could write about sevika as a college professor and vi as kinda a bully in the classroom? like she always makes fun of the reader when she gets a question wrong. To put a stop to the bullying in the classroom sevika acts the two of them to stay after class to talk things through ... i'm not super creative in this part i just know i want it to be super dirty maybe some teasing and rough sex?? sorry 😔 ALSO I LOVE YOUR SMUTS <3 🩷🩷🩷

Improving Percentages (AU)

Thank you babyyy

contains bullying, smut, threesome (?), oral, ass licking, degradation, clit play, overstimulation, squirting, pussy slapping, fingering

it was maths class, you were seated with your legs crossed under the table, scribbling down on a piece of paper while you waited for the other students to join in.

sevika was also waiting behind a computer as she adjusted her glasses every now and then only to highlight how annoyed she was that a few students were always late to class— vi's friend group in general sense.

they were late to pretty much everything, and you weren't surprised that she was driving up on your professor's last nerves right now.

"any idea where violet is at?" sevika asked turning to you and you shook your head. sevika sighed at that, twirling her pen in hand as her foot tapped on the ground impatiently.

"let's start the class anyway—" just then the door swung open and vi walked in, eyes glued to her phone screen as she filed in the classroom followed by a few guys who were all jocked up and shit.

you couldn't help rolling your eyes at the scenario, looking at the professor, "you were saying?"

"let's began, im gonna hand out some worksheets, pass them will you?" sevika said with an uncharacteristically gentle tone making you wonder how hard the woman had been trying to restraint her anger towards the delinquent.

you started passing the worksheets around the classroom, walking over to vi's desk to pass the worksheets to her, "nice tits, mamas," vi winked your way

"violet," sevika said in a warning tone before you could retort to the indecent comment, you glanced at the professor with a grateful look as vi rolled her eyes at the both of you.

"just a friendly banter, teach." vi mumbled under her breath as she wrote her name at the top of the worksheet. you left to your seat and sat down, taking a deep breaths as you went through the questions.

the questions seemed difficult. if that wasn't enough, you could feel vi's gaze burning into your back. after a while you finally mustered the courage to raise a hand timidly.

"yes?" sevika responded without having to look back at your hand, she was typing away on her computer the stern gaze on her face never faltering. the reading glasses over her eyes only added to her sharp features

"could you, maybe... explain how to go through the first question?" you asked, voice wavering a little that sevika did note. she looked at you with a rare expression of understanding before she nodded and reached for her copy of the worksheet.

"pfft! the first one's easy!" vi said with a laugh, "doll if you can't solve the first question, you should back done a few grades!" vi laughed as did the rest of the class making your cheeks and ear turn red.

mathematics was your weakness and now being bullied about it, it made you feel like you'd never excel in the subject. your gripped the edge of the desk, pen clutched tightly in your hand as you quietly attempted the first question on your own.

sevika got up at her towering height walking upto vi's desk, she glared down at vi removing her glasses from her dark grey eyes, "one more comment from you miss violet..." she let the threat hang before she put her glasses back and walked to the board to break down the question number one for you. professor was always sweet to you because you, unlike most others in the classroom, actually were trying to learn

as sevika finished writing it on the board she sat down and let you all copy it down before she proceeded to help you understand it better through a summary of what she did.

vi audibly yawned loudly as if to mock the all amount of time sevika was spending behind your own inquiry. "violet, stay back after class," sevika said simply and turned to you fixing you with a very small smile, "you too."

Class ended eventually and the other students filed out leaving you, Vi and Sevika. Sevika got off her chair walking towards the pair of you two, closing the door, clicking it satisfyingly as she twisted the key in the lock.

"Now... As you both know, I've finished grading the mock exam papers." Sevika said and leaned against her desk, "Both of you did badly."

You stared at Sevika, you weren't completely sure if you believed her but Vi? Well, she didn't exactly seem like she didn't care until Sevika added, "And due to that Vi, you won't be able to continue basketba—"

"You can't do that!" Vi said infuriated

"I can, well unless," Sevika gestured you to walk towards her and within the flash of an eye she as you bent over the table, butt pushed up to the gaze of the two women, "You fuck her. Right here. Right now."

"What...?"

"You can't be serious," Vi said with a scoff.

"Oh, I am very serious," Sevika said as she walked up behind the desk, sitting down and crossing her arms, legs manspreading.

Hesitantly, Vi approached your body, grabbing your waist with surprising gentleness. "A-are you really—"

"Yes."

This was the first time you were hearing Vi stutter and you couldn't deny it was hot how both the incredibly muscular women were... Here... Dominating you.

Vi reluctantly hooked her fingers around the fabric of your underwear and pulled it down, pushing your skirt up to expose your lower body to herself. Her cheeks flushed a little seeing how wet you were at the mere thought of her touching you.

"You've been naughty haven't you?" Sevika smirked at the sight of you, your face inches away from hers.

You blushed, "I-i..."

Vi grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them so she could get a clear view of both of your holes. She leant down and knelt on one knee as she stuck her face straight in your wet pussy, tongue slurping in and lapping at your cunt hungrily.

"F-f-" you were about to curse but cut yourself off midway seeing the look Sevika was giving you. The professor watched you moaning and whimpering as Vi continued her oral assaulting your poor sensitive cunt.

Vi started flicking her tongue over your clit making you gasp and whine even more than before, "People are gonna hear you, you don't want that now do you?" Sevika tutted before shoving two fingers down your throat, muffling out your lewd sounds, "Mmph..."

She continued fucking your throat, easing her fingers in and out making you drool around her digits as you sucked them. This felt so natural. Like you were made for this. Made to be used like a fuck toy for both these hot women.

Sevika's fingers never relented, shoving in and out of your mouth with a slow pace, making your drool sloppily spill out and onto the wooden desk on which you were bent over currently.

Vi's tongue was flicking, lapping and slurping down onto every last drop of your pussy juices, torturing your clit beyond imagination. You mumbled something around Sevika's fingers, "C-cuh...mwin..." You said incoherently and Sevika laughed, taking her fingers out of your mouth and wiping them hastily on your cheek.

Your juices spilled out, Vi drank them down, sucking on your pussy for a while longer before looking up at Sevika with something you've never expected from Vi before— puppy eyes.

Sevika laughed, the voice harsh in her throat. "We're nowhere done yet."

"B-but..." You began but Sevika didn't really listen. She knew you were enjoying this deep inside.

She pulled you up in her strong arms making you feel itty bitty tiny. Sevika placed you on her chair, grabbing your legs and spreading them easily as she secured them over the armrests of the chair.

Vi looked at her silently questioning her. Sevika smirked, "Now this time, eat her ass out." Vi, flushing redder than before, nodded and silently inched closer so she was on her knees in front of the chair.

Vi's tongue licked over the puckered hole of your ass, squeezing her eyes shut as she delved her tongue inside, slurping and sucking on the tight bundle of nerves. "O-Oh, g-g-gosh," you stuttered out and threw your head back, if that wasn't enough, Sevika started rubbing your pussy lips, spreading them and watched the arousal dripping out of your hole and down onto your asshole and Vi's nose.

"What a dirty little slut, getting off on your bully eating your ass out. Or do you simply enjoy your professor watching you through it all?" Sevika taunted as she brought a thick thumb over your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Your hips jerked off the chair at the suddenness of her actions but you couldn't help let a loud moan rip through making Sevika's eyes widen and Vi stop her actions.

"Are you trying to get us caught?" Sevika slapped your pussy making you whimper a little, biting your bottom lip as tears prickled the corners of your eyes. Your pussy stung with the pressure of the slap.

"I'm sorry..." You mumbled and then Vi resumed her sucking, she seemed like she was enjoying it, her nose nudging your folds as she sucked and probed your asshole using her expert tongue. Sevika, on the other hand, resumed rubbing your cunt up and down, collecting the liquids on her fingers and smearing them all over your inner thighs before she suddenly shoved three thick fingers knuckles deep in your hole, a wet squelching sounds eliciting from your body making you blush and whine.

"G-goodness, please, please, please..."

"Yeah? You like that?" Sevika smirked and her fingers started pumping fast in your pussy, Vi's tongue didn't relent also continuing it's ministrations on your clenching asshole. "You're tensing up, are you close?" Sevika asked and then without warning you grabbed onto Sevika's clothes burying your face in them as you squirted all over the place, drenching Vi's face, floor and the chair.

Sevika, now amused, let out a small laugh as she took her fingers out this time gesturing Vi to suck them instead. Vi looked up with those submissive blue eyes before she wrapped her scarred lips around Sevika's fingers and sucked your juices off of them, moaning a little at the mere taste of it.

"Never bully her ever again," Sevika said with a hint of a warning in her tone, "Understood?" Vi nodded a little. You were exhausted, spread open on the armchair and covered in sweat from the intense pleasure you had just received.

Vi and Sevika cleaned up the whole place because, well, you weren't in a state to even walk at this point. Sevika looked at the both of you, "If anyone questions why both of you were in my classroom after class hours what'll you say?" She didn't sound anxious or paranoid, simply asking as if testing the both of you.

Vi, without wasting a beat, answered, "That we were helping you tidy up the classroom." Sevika nodded, "Excellent. Carry her home she looks like she's about to collapse." Sevika gestured to you and Vi chuckled before nodding and picking you up bridal style.

"I'm fine..." You mumbled before reluctantly wrapping your arms around Vi's neck, Vi surprisingly didn't seem to mind. But then again she wasn't supposed to anyone. She had her face in your cunt and ass.

"Also," Sevika called just as Vi had stepped out of the classroom, "Mock results." Sevika gave two papers to you since Vi's hands were full carrying you bridal style. You checked them. One was 78/100 that was Vi's and yours was 93/100.

"You son of a—" Vi began but Sevika shut the classroom door.

"Goodness." You laughed a little and leant against Vi's chest, your body was aching. Vi who was fuming a moment before felt the anger just melt away.

"Well...? I guess, she tricked us." Vi said with a sigh before she started walking out of the building, "But I wouldn't have it any other way. You're... Kind of okay." She added at the end after she realised she was about to compliment you.

"You're just a raw, pure idiot." You laughed before letting out a content sigh.

[petertingle-yipyip]

SENSES - JOAQUIN TORRES

(will probably change the gif when i can find a better one of him in that suit. also, testing the waters with a new character bc @fallingfavourites basically dared me to. what do we think?)

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Reader // Word Count: 2,840

Summary: What was supposed to be a simple in and out ends up with a lot of blood and admissions.

“The gala’s an easy in.” You reasoned.

“It’s a stupid way in.” Sam shook his head.

“It’s not stupid!”

“We can admit it’s a risk, right?” Bucky tried.

You blew out a sigh and leaned further back in your chair. Sam sat in the chair closest, leaning elbows on the table in thought. Bucky was sitting on the edge of the table across from you with the permanent frown he seemed to point in your direction.

“We need the ledger.” You calmly stated. “I have an invitation to their building. They’ve been inviting my family to their events for years trying to win back my mom’s money. I have the best chance at getting in and out.”

“If we go along with this, you’re not going alone.” Sam continued.

“Course not. I’d never go to an event like that without a date.”

“This is serious, Y/N.” Bucky scolded.

“Well aware, thank you.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not going with either of you. My mom would never let me.”

“Your mom’s not here.”

“But these people know my mother. We went to a couple

of these before she got tired of the ass kissing. I had a date each time with a specific image.”

“What kind of image?” Sam asked though Bucky simply groaned in annoyance.

“Pretty boy.” You shrugged.

“Oh.” Sam scoffed. “I’m not pretty enough for you mom?”

“No.” You laughed. “Neither of you are, but…”

“Don’t say it.” Bucky pointed firmly at you. “He’s not going.”

“I don’t like this anymore than you, Barnes.” You snapped. “You really think I want to take him anywhere?”

“What ever happened between you two anyway?” Sam asked so you turned his way with a fierce glare. “Just asking.” His hands went up in surrender.

“He didn’t tell you?” You stared in suspicion.

“For once, the kid wouldn’t talk.” Bucky answered.

“He’s not a kid.”

“You both are.”

“Buck’s right.” Sam chimed in. “You two used to not be able to stop making eyes at each other then suddenly, you’re avoiding each other like the plague.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You pushed yourself to stand. “I’m bringing him, regardless of anyone’s feelings about it.”

“And if he says no?” Bucky asked.

You frowned at the valid question. If Joaquin said no, you didn’t have a backup plan ready. Instead of confessing that, you spun on your heel and headed to find your former flame.

It wasn’t hard. He was at his computers. You stood beside him and leaned against the edge of his desk. It took a minute for him to register that it was you beside him.

“Hey.” He said carefully. You watched his eyes scan your face quickly before he frowned. “Everything good?”

“You have a suit?” You asked.

“Like a… Like a suit suit?” His voice dropped to a hushed tone.

“No.” You rolled your eyes with a small smile. You quickly shook the expression. “Like a nice suit, for going out.”

“Oh… Yeah, I’ve got one somewhere. Why?”

“We’re going to a gala to take a ledger.” You shrugged.

“Why us?” His brows furrowed but you noticed there was no objection.

“My family has an invite and you clean up nice… You can say no.”

“No!” He said quickly and you raised a brow. “I mean… No, it’s not that I don’t want to. I just kinda figured you’d wanna take someone else.” He explained carefully.

“Unfortunately, no one else fits the bill.” You sighed. 

“You never know.” He shrugged slightly. “Might be fun… Kinda like old times, right?”

“We’ll see… Tomorrow night, be ready by five to head to New York.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned at you, the same damned grin that made your heart beat a little faster.

You had to force your features to remain neutral until you were sure he couldn’t see. You assumed he had seen the flush of your cheeks at the least and you cursed yourself for that.

You hated that you and him didn’t end on necessarily bad terms. You two just couldn’t make it work. Both of you were too focused on other things to truly be present

in your relationship so for all the “moon eyes” Sam swore he saw and the “lost puppy looks” Bucky teased you about, it just hadn’t gone the way you wanted.

But damn it all if you didn’t wish otherwise. Keeping

distance from him was what you thought was best so you both could move on. Your heart, however, didn’t seem to get the memo.

The night of the gala was relatively predictable. Joaquin dawned an all-black ensemble that had you in silent awe when you first saw him. You knew he could dress up when the occasion called for it, but something about the monochrome look hit you hard. You forced yourself

to focus.

Joaquin, however, didn’t hide the way he was blown away by your look. The perfectly tailored gown took his breath away. He couldn’t stop himself from trailing his eyes up and down your figure, tracing the lines of the bodice down to the shape of your hips to that teasingly

high slit in the skirt, which dangerously showed off your legs that looked even longer with the heels you wore.

He didn’t have words for the way the color suited your skin tone, the complimentary tones of your makeup, the delicate pinned style of your hair. He ran a hand over his mouth to hide the smile at the necklace around your throat, the one he had given you for your birthday when you were together.

Sam was waiting with Joaquin and the man let out a long whistle that snapped Joaquin out of his trance.

You laughed slightly before flipping your teammate off.

“Ha ha.” You said sarcastically. “I’ll have you know my mother designed this dress.”

“It’s nice.” Joaquin offered honestly. “You look…” He blew out a breath. “Wow.”

“Thanks.” You nodded slightly, fiddling with the fabric of the skirt. “You look good, too.” You confessed.

He smiled proudly and it was hard not to smile back.

“Alright, alright. Enough of that.” Sam laughed slightly. “Tonight you need to have each others backs, got it? None of this scorned lovers bullshit you pull around here.”

“No one is scorned.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re going to a gala, not infiltrating an enemy stronghold.”

“You kinda are.” Sam countered. “Be quick and be careful. Sooner you guys are back, sooner this is over.”

“Well aware, thank you.” You took hold of Joaquin’s arm and dragged him to the car.

The ride to the event was relatively quiet. The music from the stereo filled the gaps and you were thankful to be driving so you could focus on the road rather than the man in the car with you. Your fingers tapped to the music while Joaquin was playing on his phone.

The gala itself was the same as you remembered. Your arm laced through Joaquin’s, you two fell into an easy stride. You liked the confidence he showed, offering a welcome grin to the people who came to kiss up to you and engaging in conversations when prompted.

“I like this one.” One of the older female investors quietly told you with a sly smile while her husband chatted with Joaquin a few feet away about something you weren’t listening to. “He’s much better than the rest you’ve brought to these things.”

You smiled in agreement and looked over at your date. He waved slightly and you found yourself returning the gesture.

“He’s great.” You agreed, trying unsuccessfully to keep the sadness from your voice.

“Let me guess.” She put a hand over yours. “Mommy doesn’t approve?”

You forced a laugh as if you’d been caught. You hadn’t even considered what your mother would say about Joaquin. She’d probably love him, probably would’ve started dishing out down-payments for your wedding by now.

“My father hated my husband when I brought him home.” The woman laughed. “Destiny used to seem make-believe, but you’re destined for fall. You can’t choose who it is, and neither can your mother.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You nodded in thanks and made it back to Joaquin. You tucked yourself into his side and looked to the man he spoke with. “I hate to be rude, but I’d like to reclaim my date.”

“By all means.” The man gestured for you to go. “He’s a charming young man. Well done, Ms. Y/L/N.”

You nodded in thanks and pulled Joaquin away.

“You know, I think I’m getting the hang of this whole ‘rich people party’ thing.” Joaquin said proudly, tugging the front of his jacket slightly.

“Cool it, Casanova.” You laughed slightly. “We’re not here to network.”

“Right.” He nodded. “Yeah, you’re right. So… Where do we go now?”

You two managed to sneak away relatively quickly. You searched various offices, going up and up in floors until you nearly gave up. It was practically the last office on the last floor when Joaquin found it wedged behind a bookcase.

“I could kiss you!” You said happily.

He flushed immediately, stammering for a real response, and you had to laugh. You hugged the book and went for the exit.

You had only a split second to regret that decision. Not enough time for you to recognize the threat, to register the flash of silver, to reach for your own blade in your corset.

A sharp pain ignited in a long line down your back. The burning sensation wrapped from your back, around your waist and stopped near your belly button. You looked down in shock and saw the split in your gown, the growing stain of blood.

You wobbled on your feet from the explosion of pain and felt a strong pair of arms catch you. A warm piece of fabric was draped over your shoulders and pulled close. The hand that wasn’t locked on the ledger was wrapped around your midsection, trying to keep the blood inside your body.

That sword almost cut you in half.

You didn’t even register he was talking to you until he shook your shoulders.

“Y/N, we need to move. Can you walk?” He asked firmly.

Any hint of the charming, flirty man you masqueraded with was gone. In his place was the battle trained soldier, looking out for his own. He was looking into your eyes, and your heart sank at the worry reflected.

It really was bad.

“You’re not dying here. Understand?” He insisted.

You managed a weak nod and followed him out. He managed to keep you two in the shadows for the most part, avoiding the brunt of the search for you. You had only encountered three men, thankful they didn’t have swords as well, and you used the ledger to knock one of them out while Joaquin managed against the other two.

When you came back to the gala, Joaquin did the talking. He said you two were heading out for a much funner night but you’d sing their praises to your mother. A few name drops and handshakes later, Joaquin was able to get you into the car and begin the drive back.

Maybe an hour into the drive, you began to slip in and out of consciousness.

He reached over and immediately took your hand in his. He gave it a squeeze and your eyes opened a little wider.

“Stay with me, Y/N… C’mon.” He begged.

“We need to… to stop somewhere.” You said between shallow breaths. The bleeding had slowed but you were left exhausted and cold, despite Joaquin’s jacket still over your shoulders, and you had kicked off your heels at some point. You had half a thought to ask if you had bled through it. “We can’t drive… all the… all the way back…  like this.”

“Where are we gonna stop?” His voice was near desperation and you couldn’t stop the pang of guilt.

“Anywhere.” You gritted your teeth as you shifted in the seat. You took as deep a breath as you could manage and rapidly spoke in one long exhale. “First hotel you see. I don’t care the price or the quality or the size. You find us a room and make sure I live through this night.”

He said nothing but squeezed your hand again.

You didn’t know how long it was until you were pulling into a run down roadside hotel. You rummaged through your purse for your credit card and shoved it at him. He promised he’d be quick before locking you in the car.

True to his word, he was at your door with a room key quickly. He practically carried you to the hotel room.

Once the door closed, you all but collapsed. He was quick to catch you, but he wasn’t able to avoid your injury. You cried out at the pain, gripping his shirt sleeve.

He helped you to the bathroom and you needed his help to get the dress off. You didn’t know if it was his hands shaking or your body. The dress fell with a thud, leaving you in short spandex and a bra. Joaquin ran the tap and used one of the towels to clear the blood away. The friction of the rough fabric against the tender skin had you gripping the sink and wincing sharply.

“Shit, Y/N.” He muttered. You glanced up to meet his eyes in the mirror.

“That bad?” You rasped. Your body weight was mostly supported by the countertop.

“Now would be a great time for some special healing ability.” He flicked his attention to you with a nervous smile. “Any chance?”

“No.” You offered the same smile. “My bag in the trunk… It has a kit if you…”

“Hey.” His hands found your hips and turned you around. “Stay with me.”

“Trying…”

“Try harder.”

You nodded quietly, placing a hand on his arm. He looked down at it, smiled to himself, then focused on the slash across your stomach.

“Keep talking.” Your voice was close to a whisper but somehow, Joaquin heard.

“I, uh…” He began nervously. “I used to think you’d come to your senses, but you never did. You left me alone with all these questions… I didn't have answers but I also couldn’t have given you more.”

He squeezed your hip slightly and you made a noise of acknowledgement.

“I guess I accepted that you wouldn’t be mine again but…”

“But?” You croaked.

“I’ll always be yours, Y/N.”

You chuckled slightly as Joaquin’s eyes met yours.

“Tell me that when I’m coherent.” You smiled slightly.

He laughed a bit and nodded. “Let’s dress these wounds and get you something to eat. The guys’ll be pissed if you don’t make it back.”

You hummed in agreement and leaned into him. He guided you to the bed and sat you on the edge before he scurried off. Within five minutes, he was back with your pack on his shoulders and an arm full of vending machine treats.

He shoved an orange juice bottle and packet of pretzels into your hands while he rummaged in your pack. You lifted your arms while he placed, wrapped, and taped the dressing into place. The pain had dulled since you first got the wound or maybe you were used to it. The dizziness was receding slowly thanks to the snack Joaquin brought, which were both empty by the time he finished.

“Thank you.” You dropped the trash to the end table.

“I’m always here for you, Y/N, whether you want it or not.” He put a hand to your cheek for a moment.

“Joaquin, I…” You began, then found yourself lost for words.

There were things you could apologize for. But should you apologize for breaking up with him? For avoiding him? For getting yourself nearly sliced in half?

“We can talk about it later.” He offered kindly. “You feel okay?”

“All things considered, yeah… I’ll make it.”

“Good.” The relief was palpable in his tone. “You should rest now.”

You nodded quietly and shifted back against the flat pillow. The blanket was thin and scratchy, but the exhaustion overruled the quality of the bedding. You were lucid enough, however, to notice Joaquin wasn’t lying down.

“Joaquin?”

“The couch pulls out.” He reasoned.

“You should have the bed.” You began to push yourself up but his hands were gently forcing you back down. “Let me-“

“You almost bled out tonight. I think you deserve the bed.”

You grabbed one of his hands. “We can share. We’ve done it before.”

“You sure?”

“Please?” You pulled your best pout and he broke almost immediately.

He discarded his dress shirt and slacks before climbing into the bed beside you. You rolled to your other side to face him.

“Maybe it’s the near death experience talking…” You said quietly, as if you two were sharing secrets. “But I think I’ve come to my senses.”

“Yeah?” He brushed some loose hairs off your forehead. “Tell me in the morning.”

[moonchild9350]

You Can Have Your Cake and Eat It Too

summary: your friends tell you about a brothel that resides in your city, a place to live out your deepest desires.

pairing: sex worker Jeongin x fab!reader

genre: smut-18+ MDNI

word count: 3.0k

warnings: takes place in a brothel so sex work, munch innie lol, overstimulation, edging, pussy job, protected (do) and unprotected sex (don't), removal of condom, creampie, squirting, soft dom reader, soft? sub innie, cum tasting, dirty talk, messy sex lol, brief mention of blood, vocal innie hehe

notes: Innie just looks so innocent in these pics idk just had to write something haha. i hope you like it! (lightly edited)

if you enjoyed, please reblog, comment, and like ♡

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permissions. ©moonchild9350 (2025)

General Masterlist

It was the weekend, another exhausting week over and done with. You knew you wanted to unwind this weekend and after talking with your friend, you knew just the activity that would help you relax.

Your friend told you about a brothel in town, filled with men who are waiting to fulfill your every desire, no matter what it is. You were curious about the experience, never having been to one, so you decided to sign up right away.

You loved picking out your prey for the night, explaining what you wanted and how. As the time got closer to your reservation, you decided to get ready, as you bought the perfect outfit.

You slipped on your lingerie, the red a striking color on your skin tone, followed by your mini dress. It hung perfectly on your thighs, your curves accentuated and your breasts perched beautifully showing just enough cleavage. You slipped on your heels and eyed yourself in the mirror, more than satisfied with your look. Grabbing your bag, you made your way to the door, as your ride had just pulled up to your house.

The brothel offered its own transportation, allowing you to arrive in style, and who were you to deny the opportunity to be chauffeured. A sleek, black car awaited you, the driver waiting by the backdoor ready to escort you into the vehicle. You accepted his help and slid in. He closed the door and got back into the drivers seat, putting the car in drive and pulling away from your home.

The ride was short, as the brothel was just downtown, nestled in between two office buildings. To the ordinary passerby, they’d never guess what was going on between the walls of what seemed like another regular office building. You walked over to the receptionist, giving her your name.

Only a second more and her face lit up as she located your reservation.

“You are booked with Jeongin, correct?” She asked, her eyes scanning the computer screen before looking at you for confirmation.

“That’s correct,” you said, giving her a smile.

She nodded her head once and then went back to eyeing the computer screen, her nails click clacking occasionally on the keyboard as she finished checking you in.

After a few moments more she looked up and said, “you’re all set. Jeongin is waiting for you in room 143. I hope you have a great time and if you need anything please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

You followed where she gestured, your heels clicking on the hardwood floor as you made your way down a long hallway. There were doors on either side of the hall, a placard with the room number placed perfectly in the middle. Other than the soft music that played overhead, it was silent.

Arriving at your destination, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door three times. You listened carefully for a response, grasping the door knob and turning when you heard a faint “come in.”

You stepped into the room, your eyes instantly roaming over your surroundings. It was stylish but cozy and not too big. There was a window at the far end of the wall, with sheer curtains pulled across, blocking the outside world from looking in. A couch sat in the corner, fluffy pillows littering every section. Your eyes continued to roam, taking in a bathroom to your right, the lights off except for a mini nightlight in the wall. Finally, your eyes landed on the queen sized bed in the center of the room, outfitted with a white downy comforter, and piles of pillows.

A man got up from the bed, his eyes directed right at you.

“Y/n?” He asked, wanting to confirm the right person was in the room.

“That’s me,” you replied, “and you’re Jeongin?”

He nodded and smiled, little dimples popping up with the gesture. Jeongin was cute, his face chiseled but with a hint of babyish features. His hair was perfectly styled, the strands framing his face haphazardly. He was dressed in all white, his shirt unbuttoned half way to reveal a portion of his chest, the outline of his pecs poking through the gap.

Jeongin was outfitted just how you wanted him, innocent appearing and ready for you to ruin.

“I’m ready for you,” Jeongin replied as he sat on the bed and looked at you in a way that made your pussy clench.

You smirked at his eagerness and sauntered over to him, your heels click clacking on the tile floor.

“Yeah baby?” You cooed as you kneeled on the bed to get closer to him.

He merely nodded his head, his big brown eyes locked on yours. You maneuvered yourself so you were lying on your back, your dress riding up your thighs and teasing him for what was underneath. You spread your legs, displaying your panties that now was sporting a small wet patch to Jeongin.

He eagerly scrambled towards you, spreading your legs as he got comfortable in between them. You sighed as he began to press soft kisses up your thighs, edging closer and closer to your core. Right when he got to the place you needed him most, he switched legs, kissing the flesh there as he stroked your other thigh.

Once he was satisfied, he dragged his lips on your skin until he reached your pelvis, his nose brushing the fabric of your panties. He breathed in your scent, his pupils dilating and cock twitching at your scent. Jeongin pressed his plush lips against your pussy again and again before spitting on the fabric and pressing his tongue flat against your covered entrance before licking up towards your clit.

You let out a low moan as he repeated the motion again and again, teasing you until you were writhing under his grasp.

“Take em off baby,” you cooed.

Jeongin let out a whine before disconnecting his mouth from your pussy. He reached up to grasp the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your legs before tossing them away. He immediately attached himself back to your pussy, his tongue darting out to play with your clit.

You laid there completely relaxed as Jeongin ate you out, as he lazily played with your clit, edging you to the point of tears. His mouth felt so good, your slick continually leaking out of your entrance and onto his face.

As he sucked your clit into his mouth, he shoved two fingers within your warmth and instantly curled them upwards, stimulating your sweet spot and causing you to see stars. You gripped his hair and tugged, moaning at the vibrations his mouth was giving you as he groaned.

His fingers were steadily moving in and out of your pussy, the pressure against your sweet spot causing pleasure to spread throughout your core as his tongue batted at your clit. You were close so you began to thrust your hips in tune with how he was fingering you.

“Ahh gonna come baby!” You squealed as he picked up the pace.

You felt the warmth increase and the coil tighten within your belly, your orgasm threatening to hit at any moment. You took a breath and Jeongin bit at your clit and you let go with a loud moan as he continued to slide his fingers in and out of you while sucking gently at your clit.

You arched your back as he continued to suck, your legs attempting to close at the overstimulation, but finding it difficult to do so as Jeongin held your legs open. He pressed himself further to your pussy, licking up your slick, making sure not to waste a single drop.

“Mmm too much,” you whined as you tugged on his hair attempting to lift his head up, but it was no use as he buried his face even more so he could continue to give attention to your clit.

Without warning, your orgasm hit you once more, lighter this time around but still powerful nonetheless. You whimpered as you let the feeling take over, staring up at the ceiling as stars danced across your vision.

Finally, Jeongin leaned back as he licked his lips, his face shining with your slick. He grinned as he took in your pussy, his eyes landing on your folds soaked with his spit and your cum, to your puffy, swollen clit that was peaking out so perfectly.

You slowly sat up, your hair a mess, and the straps of your dress hanging haphazardly on your shoulders and smirked at Jeongin.

“Lay down for me,” you said shifting so Jeongin could take your spot.

Once he was comfortable, you slid your dress off and crawled towards your lover for the night. Your hands slid up his legs, running gently over the fabric of his pants before reaching his bulge. You gripped him through his pants, smirking as he let out a whine at the pressure you were applying.

“Take it out please, please,” Jeongin whimpered as he pouted at you.

“Should I take out your cock? Do you deserve it though?” You teased back.

Jeongin quickly shook his head, strands of hair falling in his face. “Please?” He asked once more.

You were satisfied with his plea, so you gripped his waistband and dragged his pants down his legs watching as his cock sprung from its confines and nestled against his belly, nice and hard.

Tossing his pants elsewhere, you straddled his legs and nestled your pussy over his length. You began to rock your hips, his cock slotting perfectly between your folds, the tip catching at your clit with each thrust.

The feel of your pussy dragging against his cock was too much, the pleasure he was receiving causing him to let out a groan that rumbled deep within his chest. Jeongin’s eyes went straight to your pussy and his hands on your hips as he helped guide you over his length.

You were wet, your slick coated his cock and aiding in the glide as you fucked yourself over his length. His cock felt good, the vein that ran along his length hitting the right spots as you thrusted your hips.

Jeognin let out a mewl as he bit his lips his eyes snapping to yours. “Gonna come, shit…don’t stop. Please, please, please,” he mumbled, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Yeah? Gonna come? So good for me,” you said breathlessly, as your orgasm was steadily building.

You looked down briefly at where your pussy was gliding effortlessly against his cock and what you saw nearly made you come right there. It was messy, your cream coating his length and the head of his cock was an angry red, drops of precum leaking from the slit. You looked back up at Jeongin, taking in his fucked out state, as his bit his lips so hard, he drew blood, the red droplets smeared across his bottom lip.

With a yelp, you watched as he let go, his cum spurting out onto his belly and your pussy, the white substance adding to the mess that was already present. His release triggered yours, your high hitting you for the third time that night. You continued to thrust against his length, riding out your high as the pleasure slowly simmered away.

You slowed down until you came to a stop as you tried to catch your breath. Jeongin was in no better state, his body glistening with sweat, his pupils dilated and full of lust. You barely registered that he was getting up until you were flat on your back. You stared up at the man above you with wide eyes, surprised at his bust of confidence.

He was still hard and you could tell it was bothering Jeongin as he was desperate to be inside you. You watched as he rolled a condom down his length as it was the rules of the brothel before he brought the head to your entrance and pushed in.

You let out a moan at the stretch, trying to even out your breathing as he continued to sheath himself inside you. Once he bottomed out, he didn’t give you a chance to adjust but instead began to draw his cock in and out of your pussy at a rapid pace.

You were turned on even more as he whined and whimpered, his voice high pitched and strained as he fucked you with force. His eyes trained on your breasts, watching as they bounced up and down with each thrust. He groaned as his hands reached out and gripped them, messaging the flesh and pinching your nipples. You clenched around him as he flicked at the nubs, the sensation of pleasure traveling down to your core.

“Fuck! This pussy oh my god!” Jeongin moaned as his hips slammed into yours.

“Fuck me harder baby,” you moaned as he adjusted himself so he could drive himself deeper within you, so much so you could feel his cock kiss your cervix.

“I’m. Trying.” He said as he punctuated each word with a thrust.

He brought your legs up over his shoulders and leaned down over you. You could feel yourself get even more wet, the evidence present with the sound your pussy made with each drag of his cock within your walls. You were close, the feeling spreading within your belly. You felt your breath increase with each thrust of his hips, as a different sensation started to build. You have only felt this way a few times, most men not able to get you there, but apparently this would be one of those times.

You relaxed further into the pillow as you looked Jeongin in the eyes. His pace increased ever so slightly and you could tell he was close, his groans increasing as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Na uh baby, don’t you dare come until I do,” you warned, smirking as his eyes snapped open and stared down at you.

“But, I don’t think I can hold it,” he whined as a pained moan left his lips.

“Too bad, make me come and then you can okay?”

Jeongin took a breath and nodded his head in resignation. You smiled up at him and gripped his arms as he fucked you. He angled himself differently one last time, this time his cock dragging against your sweet spot, causing you to mewl out at the sensation.

You felt your orgasm build more steadily, the feeling building until it was right there, slowly spilling, your pussy fluttering around his cock. Jeongin grinned before pressing down on your lower belly, the added pressure causing you to squirt, your fluids threatening to push his cock out of your pussy. However, he just shoved his length harder within you, reveling in your pleasure as you thrashed around beneath him.

Jeongin had made you come and he couldn’t hold off any longer. He withdrew his length causing you to whimper at the sudden loss, before he gripped the condom and pulled it off of his cock. It was against the rules, but rules be damned. He wanted to feel you fully as he filled you up to the brim with his cum.

You gasped as he sheathed himself back within you and fucked you at an inhuman pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling up the room. You let out whimpers, the overstimulation now to much, however, you just laid there and took his cock, as you slowly found yourself slipping away and succumbing to the pleasure.

“Shh,” Jeongin cooed as he pushed your hair from your sweaty face. “This will be between you and me yeah?”

You nodded in consent, understanding that this would be your little secret. At your admission, Jeongin snapped his hips into yours one last time before stilling, his orgasm hitting him hard as he came deep inside you.

He took a few moments to catch his breath before withdrawing his cock, his cum leaking out of your entrance and down your ass. Jeongin quickly dragged a finger through the fluids before bringing it to his lips, moaning as he tasted the mixture of your arousals.

You laid there exhausted and spent, your body sore and aching from the abuse it had just received. You both were silent as you came back to reality, the only sound was the loud, rapid beating of your heart in your ears.

Finally, you sat up and faced Jeongin who was sitting next to you.

“That was amazing,” you said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his eyes.

“Yeah? I’m glad,” he said as he grinned, his cheeks turning a ruddy color at the praise.

“Aww you’re so cute!” You teased as you tried to pinch his cheeks just for him to chuckle and try to evade your advances.

After a while, you both found yourselves lying side by side, your bodies sticky from the mixture of your cum and his and dried sweat. Your mind drifted off to how his mouth felt on your pussy and how he took care of your body like no one else before. You may have to visit him more often. But, you had one night with him now and you weren’t going to waste it.

Getting up, you straddled his body and scooted up to his head.

“Ready for dessert?” You asked as you began to lower your pussy over his mouth.

Jeongin just licked his lips and gripped your hips bringing your core to his tongue.

“Oh!” You squealed as he dug in.

As they say dessert is sometimes the best part of the meal and Jeongin would definitely have to agree.

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divider by @cafekitsune

[sillyuin]

Sweetest thing

Genre: very domestic fluff.

Pairing: non idol-Wonwoo x gn-reader.

Warnings: none.

Computer maintenance was as necessary as it was annoying. One of the things you hated the most was having a bunch of tools and electronic components scattered all over your desk, but you also knew that if you didn’t do it periodically, you’d regret it over time. And that day had finally come.

However, you were missing a few tools that didn’t seem to be anywhere, and you were starting to get frustrated about it. You let out an annoyed huff as your hands run through your hair, when a familiar face appeared in the room.

“How are you doing? Is everything okay?” Wonwoo asked, slowly opening the door and poking his head in.

“Fine, I guess,” you answered automatically, your thoughts elsewhere. “I can’t find the case with the small screwdrivers.”

“Want me to help you look for them?” Wonwoo kindly offered his help. You sighed and shook your head to decline.

“I’ll find them eventually, I don’t want to bother you with this.” Wonwoo smiled faintly and approaching your desk, he placed a cup near the edge, away from the electronics.

“It’s still hot,” he said. “Be careful not to burn yourself with the tea.”

You nodded absentmindedly as Wonwoo silently closed the door. You sat down at the desk, sinking into the cushioned chair, looking at the partially disassembled laptop while your mind wandered. If you kept going like this you’d waste more time, so you gathered all the pieces to reassemble it and start with another task.

The loading screen began to appear when you grabbed the cup Wonwoo had left for you, filled especially in your favorite mug and releasing a soothing aroma. Working while drinking your favorite tea made this tiresome job a lot easier. After a while, someone knocked gently on the door, and Wonwoo peeked in again to check on you.

“I had to start with the software first,” you explained, stretching your arms above your head. You’d been sitting for quite some time and felt a bit stiff. “I’ll have time to figure out how to disassemble it later—or at least, I hope so.”

“You can do it, I trust you,” he said, offering you some encouragement. “So, tell me, how much time do you need? It's almost dinner time. Would you like to order something?”

“Half an hour, up to one hour, maybe?” You rested lazily on the chair but your eyes were way too focused on the screen. “I’m craving… Whatever you want.”

“Alright, I’ll come when the order arrives. Please call me if you need anything.”

You nodded with even more laziness. You didn’t even hear the door close, even though it was right beside your desk, you were only focused on ending that torture as soon as possible and clean everything up. A few minutes later, you got up from your seat to stretch a little, this let you to take a better look at the desk and you noticed that there was a very, very familiar case.

It was the lost piece you’d been searching for, and it had appeared there almost as if by magic. Feeling reenergized, you got to work again. Some time later, you heard someone knocking on the door again.

“Dinner’s here,” Wonwoo said, opening the door slightly. “Are you free?”

You glanced up slightly over your glasses, your hands busy with the disassembled laptop, and stifled a laugh. “… Maybe not yet?”

“Sorry,” Wonwoo chuckled softly. “It’s fine, but don’t take too long, or it’ll get cold.”

After he left, you sighed, sinking into the backrest of the chair. You were working most of the afternoon, already too tired and your eyes felt heavy. The last thing you wanted was to see another screw for the rest of the week. You put the tools away, turned off the desk lamp, and walked slowly toward the kitchen where Wonwoo was silently doing the dishes.

“Oh, that was quick,” he joked when he saw you enter.

You approached him and lazily wrapped your arms around his torso, your cheek resting on his back. “I’m so hungry I can’t tell the difference between screwdrivers and fries,” you joked.

“You can head to the dining room if you want,” he said as he continued with the dishes. “I'll go with you in a moment.”

“Don’t get mad at me if I leave you without dinner,” you teased, giving a peck on his back before heading to the dining room.

Two pizza boxes rested on the table and as you served yourself, a warmth filled your chest, making you smile with giddy excitement: Wonwoo had ordered all the extras you liked the most. A few minutes later, he appeared, carrying some soda cans and napkins in his hands.

“Sorry, I forgot to bring these,” he said, and sat down right next to you, opening your can before serving himself.

You took a sip of the soda, savoring it as if it were the finest delicacy in the world, and Wonwoo tried to refrain his laughter. There wasn’t a better moment in the day than this one, where the two of you could sit down together to eat, sharing quality time and a good conversation—or a comfortable silence. It didn’t matter how. Wonwoo always found a way to make you feel special; no matter what it is, he’s always there. And that thought remained in your mind throughout the entire dinner time.

“Wonu,” you said suddenly, giving him a little nudge with your shoulder to get his attention. “Thanks for everything, you're the sweetest.”

He cupped your face with one hand as you turned to look at him. “It’s my pleasure. Now, don’t move,” he said, and taking a napkin, he gently wiped the corner of your mouth where a bit of sauce remained.

“First the tea, then the tools, my favorite food, and now this,” you raised an eyebrow. “What’s next?”

Wonwoo smiled shyly. “Do you need me to give you a back massage?”

His thumb tenderly caressed your face, and his deep gaze made your chest ache in the best way possible. You were so mesmerized by his beauty that you couldn’t speak; you could only nod several times as you felt the blush rise to your cheeks.

“Whatever my love wants,” he said, and before starting to clear the table, he left a quick kiss on your forehead. “Go take a shower first, and I’ll take care of this.”

You got up from the table, and as you stood in the doorway of the dining room, he called out your name. “Or maybe…” he shrugged and looked away before clearing his throat so you couldn’t see how flustered he was. “Do you want me to help you wash your hair?”

You approached and took him by the wrist, motioning with your head toward the bathroom. “Do you want me to help with yours too?”

[luveline]

hi jadey! if you are up for it, do you think you could write reader unexpectedly doing smth nice for coworker!james, maybe she’s being kind of shy and trying not to make it a big deal while he’s trying v hard to not be all giggly heart eyes kiss kiss at her LOL thank you in advance and ilysm <3

tysm ilysm <3 fem

“Hey, killer.”

You sidestep past James bag into the nook of your desk. “Killer?” you ask, quick to drop your bag onto your chair and unbutton your coat.

“Beth told me you killed a spider in the break room. That’s not cool.”

“It was looking at me funny.” You shed your coat. “Where’s Remus?”

“Coffee.”

James doesn’t give you half as much attention as you’d wanted, turning back to his computer with an impassive expression. You swallow a cough and grab your bag, desk chair creaking as you sit. There’s a memo from Remus already tacked to your desk that asks you nicely to send him a long list of files, each written in careful print, and then a second that says good morning.

You smile at it and set them aside.

Though James doesn’t like you much, and you’re not totally sold on him, you’re starting to feel like you’re part of a team. It’s a hearty feeling to belong somewhere, to know you’re valuable, even if you’re only punching numbers in and swapping spreadsheets. So you’d seen the green tube boxes in the shops and you’d decided on a whim to get them. Perhaps it would inspire some sweetness from James. If he stops putting your mug in the freezer, you’ll be happy.

“I got you something.”

James tilts his head to the side but doesn’t look up. “Huh?”

The office lights aren’t as complimentary to his brown skin as the sun where it’s rising outside of your window. It warms his face and neck, and lightens the dark mop of his hair, his flyaways like silver scrapings.

You take one of the boxes from your bag and place it on the edge of his desk. You’ll give the second to Remus when he comes back.

“It’s one of your Smiskis,” you say, “but they’re exercise ones. I know you lift weights, there’s one with dumbbells. I want the hula hoop one.”

“Where did you get this?” he asks, looking at you with clear surprise. His thick brows rise. His smile is unmissable.

“They were three for two at Sainsbury’s. I got one for me and one for Remus, as well.”

James curls a lovely hand around the box. You pretend not to watch, quickly diverting your gaze to your bag to grab a Smiski for yourself. You can’t look up, can’t explain why on earth you thought it would be a good idea, really. You saw them and you thought of him and you’re entitled to lie about the two for three thing, it’s none of his business how much money you spend.

You dig your nail into the lid and rip it open.

“You look awfully smiley, Jamie,” Remus greets, approaching from your side to round the desks and place down his big mug of coffee. You chance a glance at the both of them and catch a half second of James’ ridiculous smile. “What made you so happy so early in the morning?”

“Nothing. Uh, just killer over here brought us some presents.” James tips the bag from inside of his box onto the desk mat.

“Really?” Remus asks.

You offer him his box over your monitors.

“Thank you,” he says. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s nothing,” you say with a hurried shake of the head, looking down at your own mystery Smiski. They’re nondescript little people who glow with a green UV sheen, and you hadn’t seen the appeal to begin with, but each morning you make sure to fix James’ if he’s toppled over. He never tells you off for it. “I just want one for myself, that’s all.”

You open them in tandem. Your figurine is sitting with its legs out in a v-shape and arms stretching down to its toes. Remus’ is slightly smaller perched on a yoga ball. James, apparently having all the luck in the world, unveils a Smiski struggling to lift a dumbbell from the ground.

“I love him,” you say with a pleased laugh.

“He’s brilliant,” Remus says.

“Thank you so much.”

Your smile gets caught on your mouth. James’ tone isn’t strange but unfamiliar —he speaks without a hint of irony. His grin is full of an emotion you don’t recognise. Too happy. Too friendly.

“You’re welcome,” you say.

They’re both kind enough to ignore your mild breathlessness. “No, seriously, thank you, she’s so cool. I didn’t know we could get these ones yet over here.” James puts his weightlifting Smiski in pride of place atop his outgoings. “Sirius is going to be jealous. I'm sending him a photo.”

You feel Remus’ eyes on you. He stares until you look at him, eyebrows wriggling. “Thank you for my toy,” he says.

“They’re not toys, lovely Moony, they’re figurines,” James says, leaning down and angling his phone. He snaps a few photos from different positions. He can’t seem to stop smiling. “Aw, look at her. She’s sick as hell. She’s gonna get so swole.”

You wrinkle your nose and sweep your rubbish into the wastebasket. Swole isn’t the word you’d use. Ever. But if it makes him happy…

“This is the best thing that’s happened to me all week,” James mumbles to himself, before clearing his throat extra thoroughly. “This doesn’t change the fact that you killed that poor spider, you know. What was it doing to you?”

“I crushed her by accident opening a cupboard door.”

“Likely story.”

[heich0e]

tomura tries to sneak out of your apartment one morning before you wake up, because he has to get all the way back to his apartment before his dad shows up to take him to a 9AM yoga class.

god forbid he be forced to explain:

a) why he slept over at an apartment that was not his own to his father (toshinori would be calling wedding venues and asking his assistant to look into your ring size before they'd even made it to the yoga studio)

nor b) the fact that he was going to a fucking yoga class at 9 o'clock in god damn the morning with his dad, to you.

he slips out of your bed soundlessly, moving as carefully as possible not to wake you. it pains him to do it. really, it does. your sheets are warm, and soft, and smell like you. and you're still there resting so peacefully, tucked under them, breathing soundly with your face burrowed into the collar of his hoodie that you'd worn to bed the night before. you look so pretty like this, tomura had spent at least half an hour just staring at you while he was laying next to you in your treacherously comfortable bed, and would have happily spent another hour more doing it.

there are very few forces on earth that could tear tomura out of bed like this, but the mortifying prospect of having to explain to his over-enthusiastic father that he has a girlfriend is certainly one of them.

he creeps out of your room and into the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face and using the lotion that you keep next to the sink that makes his skin feel so nice. you started buying a bigger bottle lately, now that the two of you are both using it, and you never mentioned it but tomura still noticed when the little tube was replaced by a larger version of the same product. next he reaches for the toothbrush that he's started keeping next to yours, double checking the hour on his phone to make sure he wasn't running out of time.

he contemplates stealing one last peek at you in bed before he leaves, but he knows that if he doesn't leave now he won't have time to change his clothes before his dad shows up outside his place, so he heads straight to your front door once he's done in the washroom.

you're standing in his path before he can get to it.

you've got a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, but he can still see the soft skin of your thighs where the hem of his hoodie hangs peeking out from underneath the edges of it. there's a little frown tugging the corners of your mouth down.

tomura freezes in his tracks.

"going somewhere?" you ask him, your voice quiet and a little bit hoarse from sleep.

oh, fuck.

"morning," he mumbles, a bit nervously, as you pin him in your stare.

"it is," you reply, as though agreeing with him. "early, even. so why are you sneaking out of my apartment like a burglar?"

tomura rakes a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. "i, uh, gotta be somewhere."

"you have to be somewhere?" you repeat, a bit incredulously—like the words don't quite compute. you don't seem mad at all, just thoroughly bewildered by the whole strange situation. "tomu, we went three rounds last night and you're awake before two PM on a weekend. are you okay?"

"'course i'm okay," he rushes to get out, tripping over his words.

"did I like... do something? or is there someone el—"

"are you kidding?" tomura's voice cracks and he wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. he reaches out and grabs the edge of the blanket you have wrapped around you, his fingers twisting into it desperately. he knows you can't possibly—can't reasonably—think that he's seeing anybody else when the fact that he even landed someone like you is an honest to god miracle. the kind of underdog success story they make multi-part docuseries on.

tomura groans, shuffling forward and resting his forehead against your shoulder as he snakes his arms underneath the blanket around your frame to hold you close.

"you're being weird, tomu," you say quietly, brushing your fingers through his hair and letting your nails drag lightly against his scalp in that way that makes him want to shiver.

"fuck, I know, I know,"—he buries his face further into the crook of your neck, breathing in shakily—"'m not being sketchy or anything."

"you are," you remark lightly. "it's not that I don't trust you, I'm just confused."

tomura mumbles something, but the words are lost to the skin of your throat.

"what was that?" you ask.

tomura steels his nerve and takes one last long breath buried against your warmth. he pulls away and faces you.

"I have to go to a yoga class with my dad."

he loses his nerve about halfway through his admission, his eyes flickering away from yours to a point on the wall just above your front door, as a violent heat surges through his cheeks.

"a yoga class?"

he knows it sounds ridiculous. it is ridiculous. it may have been more believable to tell you he was going to hook up with someone el—

"why didn't you just say that?" your laughter cuts through his spiralling thoughts like a morning alarm.

his gaze snaps back to you, only to find you smiling softly.

"you... you're not...?" tomura isn't even sure what he's going to say. mad? surprised? convinced he's lying?

"i mean, i've noticed you've been looking kind of toned lately, but honestly i thought it's because we've been fucking so much," you scrunch your nose up a little. "yoga makes sense on both counts, though."

you turn and look across your apartment to the clock hanging on the wall.

"what time's your class?" you ask him, suddenly worried that this impromptu interrogation may have made him late. "i didn't mean to—"

tomura grabs either side of the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and tugs you forward, pressing his mouth to yours while your lips are still parted in speech.

(he doesn't make it to class that morning after all.)