#my first instinct when someone makes eye contact with me is to smile and its a little odd

[planefood]

[kaelaheartsyou]

Dont Get Caught

paige bueckers x (female) reader

down bad reader + even more down bad paige

warnings:

pure smut (sorry in advance) mdni !!!

use of bad language

kinda public sex

i watched from the stands as my girlfriend scored the game winning 3 pointer. it was an extremely close game. she immediately locks eyes with me before smiling and running to her teammates and celebrating together. she was definitely getting it tonight.

i made my way from my seat to the sidelines where i congratulated everyone on the team making sure to give azzi and molly a hug. by now the whole team knew me and paige were dating, considering we’ve been together for almost 7 months, it was kind of hard to hide. but imagine how hard it is to keep it from the media. with reporter after reporter trying to get a chance to talk to all the girls, i couldn’t just go up to her and kiss her without someone taking a picture. i didn’t mind the media knowing and i know she didn’t either, but to be fair we did agree to wait.

i just sat down in a chair on the sidelines scrolling through tiktok liking pretty much every post that had to do with paige in some way. she was still getting interviewed while the rest of the girls had already made their way out of the locker room.

as she finished up, she finally walked into the locker room, clearly not noticing i was right behind her. i managed to get past anyone trying to take pictures as i walked in after her. i dont know how she was so oblivious to my presence.

“hi baby, you played so good” i said while smiling, still behind her.

“holy shit” she said practically jumping as she turned around to look at me. “how did you get in here without anyone noticing” she laughed

“they were all focused on azzi, just wanted to congratulate you” i beamed happily

“well thank you, im so glad you were able to come i know how behind you are on school shit”

she walked towards me wrapping her arms around my waist. i instinctively put mine around her neck. the eye contact we held could make anyone fold, and i was trying so hard not to. i wanted her to kiss me first, i don’t give in that easy even when it comes to paige fucking bueckers.

after what literally felt like hours she finally kissed me, my hands going straight to her hair that was still in a ponytail. i pulled off the hair tie making her groan into my mouth at the feeling of relief.

she lightly tapped my thigh to signal for me to jump. and of course i did because id do anything for this girl. she lifted me up making me wrap my legs around her waist. still not breaking the kiss, paige carried me to the counter where the sinks were and set me down before pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.

“paige not here we’re gonna get caught.” i mumbled before pulling away

“cmon baby everyone already grabbed their stuff out of here, no ones coming back.” she reassured me with her infamous smirk

i reluctantly nodded my head accepting the fact that if we get caught its on her. i pulled of my shirt and watched her immediately unclip my bra. she stared at me for a minute before speaking, “you’re so fucking beautiful im so damn lucky.”

i blushed, usually i was the one praising her and giving her compliments. must be the post-win feeling getting to her. nonetheless i appreciated her words even though they made me practically melt.

we reconnected our lips, her hand playing with my nipple sent a wave of ecstasy through my entire body. she pulled away again this time to remove my sweatpants, leaving them at my ankles because deep down i think she knew there was a good chance someone might walk in. she marveled at how soaked my red laced underwear was and i felt my self sheepishly covering my face. her hands were quick to pull mine away.

“this wet for me hm? and i haven’t even done anything yet.” she smirked again and pulled down my underwear. i was now fully exposed and she still had her uniform on.

“paige come on take it off.” i said motioning to her uniform and feeling quite embarrassed knowing i was the only one with out a single piece of clothing on.

she complied without a complaint and stripped down to her sports bra and boxers. i see her like this almost every night and it still amazes me how gorgeous she is. running my hand down her toned stomach i start spewing out compliment after compliment before she starts kissing my neck, making me shut up and throw my head back.

her hand thats not on my waist is touching everywhere but wear i need her. im sitting at the edge of the counter at this point, our bodies are flushed together skin to skin.

“please p.. i need you” i murmured quietly when her kisses started getting lower and lower. i just know that there were going to be bruises from where she was sucking in the morning.

“yeah? where do you need me baby use your words.” she said softly against my skin making me shiver. her long fingers finally touching my clit as she moved her fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. “here?”

“mhm- oh shit.. paige please just fuck me already ” i stuttered through my sentence and she laughed

“you want my mouth or my fingers ma?” she said as she made eye contact with me. the nickname repeated in my head, usually i wouldn’t let any girl call me that but it just felt so different when my girlfriend said it.

i debated between the two when i finally settled on an answer and said “both” she just laughed and told me to let her know if it gets to be too much. always so full of herself..

she sat in front of me on her knees spreading my legs apart. she didn’t even break the eye contact before her tongue started circling my clit.

“fuck p, you always know how to make me feel good.” i moaned leaning my head back on to the wall behind me.

i could feel her fucking smirking.

that just encouraged her to move her tongue faster and harder against my clit. she quickly got me to my climax and i grabbed at the back of her head pulling her closer and letting out a string of curses and moans to signal that i was close. she didn’t slow down though, she continued until i begged her to stop when the pleasure got so intense. she pulled away and stood up and kissed me, making me taste myself on her mouth.

“you did so good baby, can you do one more for me?” she cooed against my mouth and i quickly nodded my head, desperate to feel her again.

she brought to fingers to my mouth urging me to suck, to which i complied. her eyes were glued to my mouth as i took her fingers into my mouth. when she pulled them out she brought them right back to my entrance.

“oh fuck.” i moaned at the feeling of her fingers moving in me, immediately hitting my g-spot. she knew my body so well.

my moans encouraged her to speed up “can you take another one?” she challenged and i was so incoherent from the pleasure i could only mumble an “mhm” and nod my head while gripping at her shoulder.

she added another finger and i knew i couldn’t last much longer. my legs started shaking and my hand flew to my mouth to cover any screams that threatened to slip. she immediately tore my hand away.

“no i wanna hear you and know exactly how i make you feel.” she said cockily with a smirk plastered on her face. using her free hand she grabbed my leg and put it over her shoulder, increasing how deep her fingers went in me. i couldn’t take it any longer and i came all over her fingers. she slowed down her pace and removed her fingers before praising me for how good i did for her.

she put her clothes back on because there wasn’t enough time for me to make her “feel good.” i tried to jump down from the counter but i immediately felt my knees buckle from beneath me, luckily page grabbed my arms. she helped me put my shirt and sweatpants back on.

“hey paige?! have you seen my water bottle?” kk said as we heard to door to the locker room open. i quickly fixed my hair to look more presentable and paige walked around the corner and over to kk.

“yeah its out by the bench on the sidelines.” paige replied quickly ushering her out.

“oh um okay.. thanks?” kk didnt further question paiges weird behavior and instead walked away.

paige came back over to me and i put my shoes on before giving her a kiss. not a sexual one, i was just so proud of her.

“we could’ve gotten caught p, we gotta be more careful.” i said jokingly as we left the locker room, being careful to avoid any cameras.

“yeah that could’ve been really bad.. good thing you finish fast.” she said the last part as a whisper and that shut me up immediately. yeah she was gonna get it the second we get back to our apartment.

author speaks- guys im nervous this is my first post. constructive criticism is welcome!!

[citrustan]

for what it's worth [2/4] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff (this comes in a bit later), light smut, college student!reader x crush!jungkook

summary: you make an awful revelation about your crush of two years.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: kinda angsty because yaknow unrequited love and stuff like whew i could never

note: im SORRY it took me a year to release this :(

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Every millisecond of the drive back to campus was torturous. At times, you felt like your throat was closing up. You had to sit on your hand to stop it from cracking a window open.

You think you might’ve experienced your first ever anxiety attack.

All Jungkook’s genuine attempts at holding a conversation with you were shot down mercilessly.

It was almost as if all the admiration you had for him turned into pure hatred for a moment.

Terrified that you would break down in front of the man whom you supposedly creep out, you kept your mouth shut the entire time.

You’re thankful for the timing of the universe. Had you proceeded to confess your feelings to him, you’d have humiliated yourself to death. You’d have had to dig yourself a hole and bury your head in it for a really long time. Or hibernate in the blast chiller like a stupid little snail.

Even if you had a minuscule percentage of a chance with Jungkook, Jia has destroyed it all by telling him about ‘your’ crush.

Although he didn’t seem to have recognised you as the ‘creep’, you can’t help but wonder. What if he knew about you? Maybe he didn’t recognise you without makeup? Maybe he panicked when he realised it was you.

What do you know about Jia really?

After unsuccessfully starting a conversation with you, Jungkook was staring a hole into his phone. He knows he has made you uncomfortable. But, which part of whatever he said did the trick?

He panicked. Jungkook wasn’t supposed to tell you (or anyone) about him and Jia, as per Jia’s desperate request. While he respected it, he wondered why. On pushing her for a legitimate answer, she finally told him about the ‘creep with a schoolgirl crush’ and how she was friends with said ‘creep’ and didn’t want to be in her bad books.

Albeit strange, Jungkook assumed it was dangerous for Jia to be publicly known as his girlfriend. He thought that maybe it’d have put a target on her back.

He didn’t mean to blurt it all out in front of you. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. He couldn’t stop himself from spilling the beans. And then he made it worse by indirectly calling you a creep. He did take it back, but it must’ve been uncomfortable for you regardless.

And maybe that’s why you won’t respond to his attempts to chat.

He really didn’t want to burden you but he has to let you know--- “You know, it’s a relief to finally tell someone about Jia.”

“Hm?” You abruptly turned your head sideways to face him.

“Jia. It feels good to be able to talk to someone about the girl I’m dating. We never really planned on telling anyone actually.”

‘Yeah, while you’re at that, stick a knife in my chest, why don’t you?’

“I bet it does.” You exhale with a forced smile.

Jungkook turns his body towards you, “_____.” He called out. You instinctively make eye contact with him. “Would it be too much to ask if we could keep this a secret from Jia?”

Before you could process exactly what he asked of you, you involuntarily held your breath at the thought of sharing a secret with him. Just the two of you.

And Jia.

You frown.

The thought of Jia breaks you out of your reverie. You have got to pull yourself together.

Perhaps Jungkook wasn’t too far off with the ‘creep’ thing.   

“Whatever you want.” You immediately look away. Honestly, he probably could’ve gotten you to agree to shave your head if he wanted to.

“Really? It isn’t…?” Jungkook trailed off. “It’s okay. It’ll be as if we never met.” You assure him.

Just how far is your stupid university? It feels like forever since you got into the car with him.

“Except we have met before.” He interjects. You don’t know if he’s referring to your very first meeting at the party or the other times you’ve ‘met’ in the classes you share. Either way, Jia knows about it all.

“We sure have. But she doesn’t have to know that. If that’s what you want.” You add, “I don’t want to cause any problems for you. Just tell me what to do and I won’t question it.” With that you aim your eyes straight ahead, focusing them on the back of the passenger seat.

So much for staying grounded. You have GOT to chill. You’re worried you’ll blow your cover.

Jungkook unexpectedly laughs, “Okay. I don’t want to complicate it too much.”

“Jia doesn’t want people to know about us. And I don’t want to lose her trust. So… maybe---”

Your mouth automatically forms a pout. You really don’t want to witness his devotion to her.

“You know what, I’ll handle it. I’ll talk to her and admit I slipped up...” Jungkook waits for your reaction, but you give him nothing.

Now, you begin to feel badly about the way you’ve been acting towards him. He has done nothing to deserve your hot and cold attitude.

Jungkook has been kind to you. He complimented you, confided in you, gave you his jacket, and offered you a ride. The least you can do is not make stuff so difficult for him.

You remind yourself that your issue is with Jia and not Jungkook.

“If you’re that worried, we don’t have to mention this to her.” You meekly add.

“I was thinking maybe I should just tell her. Wouldn’t that be easier for you too?” Hah! You’d think.

You’re about to counter when the driver interrupts, “Non-faculty vehicles aren’t allowed to go any further than this. Is it okay if I dop you kids off here?”

Neither of you had noticed that you’d reached a few minutes ago. Your driver was kind enough to allow you to resolve your dilemma.

Your dorm was a ten-minute walk from the gate. “This is good.” You kindly smile at him.

The driver eyes you from the rear-view mirror, “This is none of my business but from experience, I can tell you that nothing good ever comes out of secrets and lies. No matter how big or small, shit gets messy.”

You and Jungkook share a look and thank your driver.

“I’ll tell her tomorrow.” He nods once, mostly to himself.

The two of you exit the vehicle together.

Something still bothered you. You swore you had a really great time with Jungkook at the freshmen mixer where you were first introduced to each other. Does he not remember you from then at all?

It’d be embarrassing if he didn’t.

What kills you the most is how you stupidly built your crush up in your head. It was just supposed to be just a fun thing for yourself, but honestly, you’re having trouble standing right now.

“Can I walk you to your room?” Jungkook interrupts your chain of thoughts.

Originally, you planned to run away from him as soon as you reached campus, but curiosity pushes your nervousness away. So, you agree to walk with him.

The first few minutes of your walk are spent in silence. It wasn’t pleasant, it was forced and awkward. Even small talk couldn’t have helped it.

Most of your life was planned. You liked having control over the situations you put yourself in. You like knowing what was going to happen the next day. You liked to organise everything. This tension and feelings of uncertainty threw you way off.

You could not bear not knowing. Still, you manage to keep your cool and fake nonchalance. This is only as big as you make it out to be.

At least now you know you wouldn’t need to buy an extra juice box tomorrow.

You made sure to reassure Jungkook that he wouldn’t get into trouble and that he wouldn’t have to worry about you talking to people about it. But, you could feel the discomfort he basically emitted from his speech to his body language.

Unconvinced that he heard you out, you tell him again. “Just so you know, you don’t have to butter me up or anything. If Jia doesn’t want your news out, so be it. I won’t tell a soul.” Because, that’d be super embarrassing for me as well. But you left that out.

Jungkook visible relaxed, with slouched shoulders and an exhale of relief, he turns to you. “Oh, thank goodness. I was hoping to keep this between us. I know it’s a pussy move, I just don’t want-“

“I already told you, it’s OK.” You abruptly cut him off, impatient because you couldn’t hear him get started on liking and respecting Jia, and disappointing Jia, and protecting Jia, or whatever was going on with the pair.

You were a little hurt when he reacted the way he did. Somewhere, you wanted him to admit he was walking you home because he cared about you or found you inciting enough to spend time with.

Why would he care? You’re actually nobody to him. You’re Jia’s _____.

(And he’s Jia’s Jungkook lol)

You continue, “I genuinely do not care.” A lie.

Jungkook stares at you with big stupid eyes. You almost feel bad for him. You know you’re confusing the fuck out of him with your hot and cold behaviour.

“You know what? I forgot I had to see the course counsellor. That’s like, in the other direction.”

Your sad excuse for an escape was welcomed by Jungkook.

“Oh! My dorm’s the opposite to that… building.” He wanted to get away from you just as much as you him. Well, that doesn’t hurt at all.

:D :D :D

I mean, you were doing the same thing to him but your reason was totally different. So, that doesn’t count.

The two of you stopped in the middle of the cold path. “So, okay.” He started, “I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah! See you!” You faked enthusiasm.

After a two second lag, you both awkwardly shuffle around each other.

“Bye!” You abruptly brisk walk in the direction of your dormitory, the very direction you weren’t supposed to be heading to.

Jungkook stands dumbfounded with his hand midway in the air. In fact, he had no clue you were trying to avoid him. He really meant that his dorm was opposite to the counsellor’s office.

Still, he doesn’t think too much of it.

Jungkook checks his phone to see a few text messages from his girlfriend, asking him about his plans for the week.

He promptly cleared his evenings for Jia and continued walking away from the spot you both stood at.

Later that night, while he FaceTimed her, he kept going back to the moment you greeted him. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about you; as one would after such an awkward interaction.

Jungkook sneakily prods. “Babe, that friend you keep talking about?”

Unsuspectingly, Jia instantly says your name. “_____?”

“Hm…” He affirms.

After a few seconds of silence from Jungkook’s side, Jia irritably bit her inner cheek.

“What about _____?” She pushes.

“Oh, sorry- lost connection. I was saying I met her today.”

“What do you mean? What for?” Jia’s brain starts creating all the scenarios she was afraid would take place.

“We were stranded at the bus stand so we hitched a cab ride together...” Jungkook trails off as if he’s in deep thought.

“Did she do anything to make you uncomfortable?” She asks, worried.

“No, it wasn’t like that. I offered. I think I might’ve made her uncomfortable.”

Now, Jia was impatient, “Can you tell me what happened exactly? What did she say to you?”

Now, Jungkook was a little taken aback.

“Babe. You know I really like you, right?” Jungkook begins.

Jia pouts, “Where is this going?”

“Just…” Jungkook opened his mouth, deliberately delaying the conversation.

“Kook… something happened?” Jia involuntarily rubs up and down her arms.

He blurts, “I may or may not have told her about us. BUT, but-” – “YOU WHAT?”

Jungkook looks at his screen with wide eyes, “But I only let it slip because I thought you told her. She even said she didn’t care enough to tell anyone.”

“Oh? She said that?” Jia’s brows furrowed, both in concern and anger. Jungkook reads her expression and sighs. “She didn’t say it like that.” He repeats.

“No wonder she hasn’t responded to my texts yet. She’s supposed to fucking proofread my assignment for tomorrow. I’m so screwed.” Jia exasperates. Jungkook tilts his head. Has he really messed up? “I’m sorry, baby. Is it so bad I told her? What’s wrong with her knowing?”

Jia shook her head.

“Jungkook, GOD I wish you were with me. I’m so tense I think I need to be fucked so I can forget this ever happened.”

Jungkook smirked, “Well… I don’t have to be physically present with you to make you lose your mind.”

Jia’s mouth drops open a little. She thinks she might just start drooling at the sound of his voice.

“Now where is that Bluetooth controlled-” – “It’s already on me.” She blurts, knowing exactly what he’s about to do to her.

“Oh? Wow, my girl is so naughty. Is this what you wanted from me tonight?”

And, then you were long forgotten.

Well, until later that same night.

Before dozing off, he spent the remaining of his day replaying what had happened. He thought about the way your mood dropped after getting into the taxi and the way your eyes wandered everywhere but to him. He doesn’t know if you realised it, but you muttered a lot of words under your breath. Some of them being loud enough for him to hear.

Jungkook’s thoughts were zeroed in on you.

His mind went in and out of so many black holes, that he even thought of the possibility of you being what Jia tried to shield their relationship from. Even though they were all afterthoughts, one thing was for sure. You had caught his attention.

[arikazu]

Tiger inside | Lee know

Plot: you met your favorite idol at a club after some late night talks with him him didn't knew you would end up in his bed.

Warning : oral sex , rough sex, unprotected sex, minor don't interact I don't what I did. Sleep deprived author

the smell of alcohol is not a pleasant scent, even when you are used to it by now. The stench makes my nose twitch as I try to focus on what's going on in front of me. I'm currently sitting on a park bench across the street from the nightclub. This is an unfortunate place for me to be, but that’s how things go sometimes when you are in an unknown country.

Korea was your dream country once upon a time. You never thought you'd end up here, but here you were, stuck out in the middle of nowhere with no way to contact anyone.

a young man who looked a year older than you. his face was covered in a mask and his perfume smelled so strong that it made your head spin. he sat down next to you and held a bottle of beer to your lips. "I know what you're like," he said before drinking half the bottle himself. "I can see it in your eyes that you have no idea where you are

He sounded observant enough, despite his words being muffled by his mask. "it's ok, I don't blame you." He took a long sip of the beer and continued, "When I first came here I didn't know anything at all. i "

you sighed "I am y/n and I am new in Korea"

"Minho" He mumbled before turning back into the night. He had dark brown hair that fell perfectly onto his forehead. His face was almost handsome in its own right, with sharp features. his eyes were dark as if they hid something. You couldn't see them clearly because he wore sunglasses that kept falling off his nose. "it's Minho" he corrected you

You smiled.

minho frowned and said, "What is the point of being nice to me?" "I know nothing about you"

You laughed nervously and fumbled around for a good answer. he leaned against his hand "You're probably gonna hate me soon anyway"

You tilted your head "Why do you think that?" "I don't mean to be rude, but you look kinda weird"

Minho smirked "Maybe it's because I am an idol" You blinked. "You're an idol?" "Yeah" his smirk faded and he looked away from you your eyebrows knit together "Do… Do I know you from somewhere?"

His expression was blank as he stared into the distance you asked him again "Lee Minho?"

he nodded and you got him right in his eyes this time. his gaze seemed to look through you, searching for something that wasn't there. a shiver ran down your spine, but the heat in the air prevented you from sweating. Hiß eyes turned towards the direction of the club and his smirk reappeared.

"how about this I help you ease this stress." He stood up and offered his hand to you. You hesitated at first until he put his other hand on his hip. "I can assure you that you will get over the awkwardness soon, so why not just take advantage of this situation"

You shook his hand "Ok"

the night began with a lot more questions than answers. How did you get to Seoul? Why were you in korea? Where were you coming from? Who was your family? And most importantly, did you feel safe with him? Minho was the epitome of cool while answering questions, but also slightly scary to you since he would sometimes stare holes into your soul.

Minho was someone who was like a cat . He was quiet and mysterious, but the moment he opened his mouth he would start talking. It was like some kind of cat instinct. He was the cat you wanted to pet when you were little, even though it terrified you. you could trust him even though you hadn't talked for hours. The more you spoke with him, however, the more your confidence rose.

Even when he answered your question, he answered it confidently, like everything was simple. He was a mystery wrapped up with one very attractive package. he made you smile and felt comfortable with him. you were sure there was a story behind everything he did. It seemed so simple, but it was not The first thing you noticed about him was his eyes.

Minho came closer to you "so you are a fan of stray kids?"

You shrugged "No, not really"

He chuckled "Oh, I see"

Minho pulled you inside a alley way between two buildings. you could faintly hear music from within the house, making you slightly excited. he walked you to a door that had no handle or lock. He grabbed your wrist lightly and pushed the door open "It's unlocked, follow me."

You stepped through the threshold, and your jaw dropped. Inside there were rooms littered with purple and blue light .

"this is my secret place," said Minho. "it serves as a haven for me. when I am tired of the world outside, I come here."

"Minho why did you bring me here since it's a secret place"

"Y/n You are not my fan so it is easier to trust you"

His words were honest. He meant every word of them. You wondered how people could dislike such a person.

You asked, "Do you come here often?"

He shrugged "Just this week or so"

You sat on the couch Minho brought you a wine glass filled to the rim with clear liquid. you drank it eagerly.

"How does it taste?" he asked

"It tastes great" you replied honestly "Where did you get it? It smells like you"

Minho looked tipsy "Me? I bought it from a friend"

He finished his drink and then sat next to you. he placed one of his arms around your shoulder

"You seem a little scared" Minho murmured into your ear. his fingers slid into your hair softly and gently massaged your scalp. your mind went blissfully blank for a few minutes.

"I used to like your music" you confessed. Minho looked surprised. his eyes softened and he pressed closer to you. his breathing became laboured. you tried to ignore his body pressing against yours. instead, you concentrated on his voice.

It took you several moments to realize that he was asking you a question. "I used to like all your songs," you said.

"My bias was chan and you" Minho grinned and his eyes sparkled. he rested his chin on your head your cheeks flushed red from embarrassment. you felt like he was invading your personal space. you needed to pull away and stop letting him touch you so casually. but you weren't ready. you liked feeling his hands on you. you liked touching him. he was warm and soft like cotton.

"then why did you stop liking me i mean stray kids" You froze. the question was completely unexpected. You were expecting the worst. you didn't want to tell him how you truly felt about his song choice. You didn't want to reveal your feelings about his music. you couldn't stand to see his happiness shatter in front of you, but now that he's already asked you about it….there wasn't much point in lying

"I grew out of kpop when I learned what kpop idols go through just to please their fans" you muttered. "So you're saying you didn't find my music interesting?"

"no I did it's just…" you paused as you considered the best way to say it. "I grew out of being addicted to it"

"I see.." he said.

You looked up at him and saw that he was staring straight into your eyes.

Minho leaned in closer until your noses brushed against each other. "Are you going to leave me?" His voice was deep and smooth. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Your heart raced. You closed your eyes and leaned forward, finally giving in to his charms. "Yes" Minho kissed you on the lips. He moved his hand to your waist

and held you close. You parted his lips with your tongue and allowed yourself to enjoy this for just a bit longer. You let your mind wander off and forget about the pain you had felt for weeks now. you forgot about the fact that Minho was a stranger and that you only met yesterday. for that one second, you forgot about life and the people that hurt you.

Minho pulled his tongue inside his your mouth. His grip tightened around you. It wasn't long till Minho broke the kiss and pulled away. you were still dazed and lost for words. he smiled shyly "I have never done that before." You giggled "Neither have I" "Would you be ok if we-" he began hesitantly "Of course!"

you forgot that he was your idol.

because tomorrow you were leaving Korea anyway.

Minho removed the shirt you had been wearing for a little while ago. it fell from your shoulders, revealing your bare back. He traced his fingers along the small scar that marked your skin. you flinched slightly, not quite used to anyone touching it. but Minho never stopped smiling. He pulled the shirt from your body and threw it away. he lifted your skirt and pulled it off too. he stared at you with adoration. you blushed and averted your eyes trying hard to hide your reddening face.

Minho trailed soft kisses down your neck. he trailed kisses along every inch of your neck which made you feel weak in the knees. you wrapped your arms around his neck and gripped onto his hair tightly trying not to moan. His breath fanned the sensitive area of your neck and it sent tingles down your spine.

His hands left your body and he moved to grab your wrists and hold your hands above your head. he stopped kissing you. his lips found their way on your collarbone. he sucked at the small spot just under your chest where your breastbone met your neck, causing a shiver to travel down your spine and you whimpered.

"I want your ass in my mouth" he placed your ass on his mouth as he laid on the bed you on top of his face . he placed both your arms above your head, holding them steady. Minho slowly licked his lips. he moved his head up from under your body and started licking at your clit. you clenched your teeth in anticipation and moaned loudly. the sound of your moans mixed with his groaning filled the room.

it sounded so sinful, it almost felt sinful. Minho positioned himself between your legs and started to lick slowly, making circular motions with his tongue. Then he bit on your thigh, causing you to jerk upwards. Suddenly you were pinned down by Minho and he began to suck on your thighs. you cried out from the sensation.

it felt too good. you felt like you were going insane. This felt like heaven. he was taking his time. torturing you. He was playing with you slowly. You could feel the need build up inside you slowly. he reached between your legs and began licking your clit repeatedly. he teased you by pushing against the walls of your cunt

. You gasped as he continued to play with your clit in a rhythmic fashion. the more he played the harder he would suck on you. it was driving you mad. the longer he kept sucking your clit the more you bucked against his face. the faster he would hit his rhythm. he was relentless..

Minho slapped your ass hard. you screamed. he repeated the slap over and over again. he continued licking and sucking your pussy relentlessly. it was becoming unbearable. You wanted to cum. but you couldn't… you were terrified to. you didn't want him to stop…but you also wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to take you right here.

in front of him. and watch as you climax. and hear how loud you cry his name as you release in his mouth. you wanted to see your orgasm in his eyes. Minho was getting more impatient by the minute, wanting to make it even better. he pushed his tongue farther and deeper inside your asshole, hitting all the sensitive spots he knew you liked.

"suck me baby while I eat you out" he pushed himself deeper inside your pussy, hitting every last soft spot. You arched your hips upward, wanting to be able to thrust yourself against him. He pulled away and grabbed your hand. he led your hand to his mouth and lapped up all of the cream that was dripping down your legs. You shuddered violently under his mouth.

Minho smirked triumphantly as he licked up all the excess juice from your legs. then he rolled you over so he was pinning your hands against your chest. he began licking your inner thigh furiously. "that's enough!" you yelled "oh no I'm only getting started!"

he replied as he slipped two fingers inside of you. He rubbed your clit and squeezed it lightly. the pressure caused you to moan loudly. He continued to move his fingers inside you slowly. The pace was too slow for your taste. "I want you to cum for me. cum on my fingers baby" he ordered.

He placed you on his chest . he slid his hand slowly inside of you and massaged your clit. you bucked uncontrollably. You cried out loudly. he inserted another finger in your tight wetness. his finger circled around your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body. You were starting to pant heavily. You couldn't take it anymore. your body started shaking wildly.

He removed his pants and again held you on top of him. "Minho ahh" you screamed his name. your eyes glittered brightly from your orgasm. He watched your body shake beneath him and it excited him immensely. He loved watching you come. you always came beautifully.

your tongue on hid tip of his cock. He tensed when he felt the tip of your tongue on his length. He gritted his teeth as his hand tightened in your hair. he tried not to moan out loud and embarrass himself. You took him inside of you. you couldn't contain yourself anymore. you moaned his name louder as you started moving your tongue on his dick

. you didn't give him any time to adjust to your actions. you moved your mouth faster and faster around his cock, trying to take him all the way inside. he started thrashing underneath you. "y/n baby I'm going to cum" he exclaimed. You gave his cock one last swipe of saliva then pulled your mouth off. you looked down at his cock and noticed that his tip was leaking precome. You smiled and looked into his eyes.

"aww kitten I thought you were strong" You said sarcastically, earning a smack on the arm. "shut up you're such an idiot" He placed his lips in between your legs and attacked you. He sucked and sucked at your clit making you throw your head back and close your eyes. The feeling was addicting. he gently ran his hands up your sides and caressed your breasts gently.

"you think you can take me y/n" minho whispered as he nibbled on your nipples. Your whole body tingle in pleasure. Your whole body felt electric as soon as minho touched you like that. He kissed your stomach tenderly, then went back to sucking your breasts. He started licking and kissing your nipples.

"yess" you moaned.

he placed himself at the entrance of your hole and he entered you. he took his time inside of you. he knew what buttons to press to drive you crazy. he made love to you, taking his time, giving you everything you needed. he loved watching you get turned on.

Minho moved his hips against yours causing you to grip the sheets tightly, your nails digging into the material. He thrust his hips once more roughly. You cried out. He stopped thrusting. You felt his cum rush into your body. you cried louder at the sudden sensation. he grabbed you and spun you around. you ended up landing on your side.

You moaned in pain as you landed painfully on your hip. But the throbbing pain in your hip helped distract you from your sore muscles. you moaned as another wave of pleasure washed over you. Minho crawled towards you and climbed on top of you. he lowered himself and pressed his lips on yours. he kissed deeply, hungrily.

he nibbled on your bottom lip teasingly and then slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth. He continued kissing you until he came. his semen coated your inner thigh and you moaned in satisfaction. you felt satisfied but still felt a little sore because Minho was inside you. He lay beside you and kissed your forehead lovingly.

"good job babe"

He thrusted himself into you and you cried out. He gripped onto the sheets tightly, trying to stay silent. "baby stop hurting me!" you cried.

His head snapped up as if he was shocked by your words, tears filli your eyes. His grip loosened on the sheets, allowing you to slide out and pull him into you, wrapping your arms securely around his waist.

he rested his head on top of yours, "I'm sorry baby. i'm gonna make this up to you. I won't let you go."

He lifted your chin and planted his soft, warm kiss on your lips. he trailed small kisses on your jawline, leaving a trail of hickeys, then finally to your neck.

you moaned softly as he began to kiss down your neck. He kissed your collar bone and then your shoulder. he stopped at your breast, running his hot pink tongue over the nipple. he sucked and nipped at your hardened nipple.

You squirmed and moaned. Minho's touch was driving you completely wild.

You were beginning to unravel. "Minho…"

"just relax baby" he breathed in your ear

You closed your eyes and relaxed into him. He was gentle with you. You didn't know if he actually felt remorse or just felt bad for having fucked you senseless like you thought he did. either way, you didn't care anymore.

minho moved slowly inside of you. he gently kissed the spot on your neck that caused you to whimper loudly. "you feel good" he muttered in your ear, He continued to thrust into you slowly, making sure that the friction was just right. Then he sped up and began hitting your clit aggressively. You could hardly control your body.

"mhm baby, fuck you're so damn tight" he praised you moaned his name loudly. "I can feel you clenching around me so tightly. do you need me baby? to fill you?" he asked huskily "please..please Minho please~" you begged he pumped harder in you . "yes! yes I want you. now please" you pleaded minho pulled his body out of you slowly, then quickly positioned himself behind you. he grabbed both your thighs and spread them slightly open, allowing him to thrust inside of you. you cried out and reached forward, grabbing a handful of his hair. He leaned down and bit your shoulder softly. you cried out in response. he picked up his pace. You wrapped your leg around his waist and threw your head back, releasing your climax. Minho thrust in you deep and fast. He kept thrusting inside you hard.

Your entire world became white noise. It seemed like you were floating on clouds. Everything faded away. All you could hear was your own heart pumping fast. He had a hand on your ass, rubbing it as he pounded into you. Everytime he came into you, he would release a few seed in between your folds. He kissed your shoulder and your neck.

it was 11 :45 PM and you were exhausted. You laid there on top of Minho after you finished your orgasms. You were still in utter euphoria and bliss. Your entire body was numb. you didn't even realize how tired you were. Minho wrapped his arm over your abdomen and cuddled up closer to you. He kissed you tenderly on your cheek.

you sighed softly and snuggled into his warmth. He pulled you close to him and spooned you, keeping you close. You stared up at the ceiling. The room was dark so you couldn't see anything. you listened closely to Minho's heartbeat. It was a steady steady rhythm. The sound made you calm down.

the rain continued pouring outside. the sound of the raindrops against the window calmed you down. you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Minho snuggled deeper into you and put his head on your chest. The next morning you woke up to the smell of breakfast. you rolled over and found Minho already awake. he got up and walked over to you.

"hey" he murmured softly

"good morning gorgeous". you smiled sweetly.

"so I have breakfast waiting for us if you wanna join me" he suggested

You yawned and stretched before hopping out of bed.

"yeah sure why not" you mumbled.

Minho wrapped his hand around your waist as he led you to the dining table.

he served you some toast and eggs then handed you a fork and knife. you dug into the food and ate quietly, enjoying every second you spent with him.

the drizzle of rain continued to pour outside and you could barely make out any cars driving down the street. you sat down next to him in silence and enjoyed the silence while you ate. Minho took your plate away from you and took the seat next to you instead. he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

the smell of vanilla filled your senses as his arms wrapped around you. you buried your nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. you could feel a tear rolling down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly trying to hide the evidence of your sorrow.

Minho kissed the top of your head. "what's wrong Y/n?" Minho asked

You sniffle and wipe more tears that fell. "nothing just…i don't know" you mumble

You looked up at Minho, he gave you a confused look "why are you crying" he asked in concern.

You laughed through your tears. "sorry i didn't mean to be such a cry baby"

Minho chuckled lightly " come on tell me"

you sighed "it was my first time and I gave it to you" You said.

Minho laughed and caressed your cheeks "don't worry baby I will make sure I am the only one who gets to see you like this"

[abiiors]

2. sincerity is scary // george daniel x oc

a/n: 2 chapters in 2 days simply because i had them ready. like i said—the posting schedule is erratic. reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3 cw: weed, alcohol, mentions of w**dy a**en wc: 3.7k masterlist

“cleo!” there’s a finger on my face, a bony and sharp finger. “cleeeooooooo.”

it pokes at my nose first, then my cheek—anything soft and squishy it can find really. sleep weighs on me like a tonne of bricks, sleep and the exhaustion that’s becoming a permanent fixture.

“go away,” i grumble into the pillow and curl up tighter. 

in this one blissful moment, i have no recollection of the past or any worries of the future. there’s only me, now and this bed.

and a body that suddenly plops onto me.

“ow!” i yell, well and truly annoyed now, and flail my arm vaguely in its direction. it finds its mark, and seconds later, someone hisses in my ear. 

“what the fuck!” it’s matty’s voice. it’s him. suddenly all of it comes rushing back. london, matty’s house, his bed. matty. 

i scramble to sit up and rub my eyes to get rid of the last traces of sleep. his whole bedroom is bathed in golden light, the same light that forms an angelic halo around his head. and matty grins his signature devilish grin right at me. 

my first instinct is to slap my hand on my mouth to keep myself from squealing. all emotion hits me all at once—i’m seeing him after years. years!!! sure we kept in regular contact through texts and phone calls and stupid facebook posts. but seeing him in the flesh after almost four years has me tearing up. 

before i know it, i’m being engulfed into the hug i had been waiting for all day. matty, ever surrounded by the smell of weed and cigarettes and everchanging perfumes, holds onto me tightly as we melt into each other’s arms. 

“you look like shit,” he laughs, sounding suspiciously wobbly. moments later, a tiny, quiet sniffle follows. 

“you abandoned me!” i smack the back of his head lightly, “can’t believe after four years you didn’t pick me up at the airport.” my voice is thick with tears as i try to make a lame joke. but i am not angry at him, far from it actually. i am just grateful that he’s willing to help so much when i asked him at such short notice.

i tighten my arms around him. “i missed you, matty, so much. and…thank you.”

matty pulls back, holding me at arm’s length and inspecting my face. “you know i would have always come through, right?” he asks. his thumb rolls soft circles on my shoulder and the golden sunlight turns his eyes into pools of honey. 

“what happened, cleo?” he asks softly. “your voice on the phone…it scared me.”

my mind flashes back to the day i called him while on the verge of a panic attack and surrounded by the remnants of my shattered life. how i could barely string together a sentence through the gasps and hiccups. how in the end i’d only managed to tell him two things. 

i’m coming back to london tomorrow. i need a place to stay. 

i look back up at him, at his searching gaze. he’s expecting an answer. of course, he is. i’m in his house and currently in his bed without even asking, of course, he wants an answer. 

“i—” my throat closes up and tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“it was—” i try again. i choke up again. 

the words are there on the tip of my tongue. i want to tell him about everything, about the mess i made. he would understand even if no one else did. matty would. but i can’t get myself to spill my heart out. 

not when everything is still so fresh. 

“hey…” matty wipes away the one stray tear that’s managed to escape. “it’s alright, love. we can talk about it when you’re ready.”

when i’m ready…

i nod and smile weakly, grateful for everything. but most of all i feel grateful for matty—this boy who’s been my best friend through all of it in every sense of the word. looking at him now makes a tiny seed of hope bloom in my chest. i have him in my corner. it won’t be so difficult with him at my side. 

“alright,” he claps his hands together, smiling brightly, “no more crying! we have some catching up to do!”

i smack him again, laughing at his offended face. “and you have some making up to do dickhead, don’t think i’ve forgotten.”

fifteen minutes and a frankly worrying amount of bickering later, we settle on having a movie night. matty whines about going out on town—it’s a lovely night, he says, tells me that i need to get reacquainted with the “london nightlife” but i moan about severe jet lag.

truth is, it’s the thought of going out to party and being carefree is what makes my stomach turn. and i know if i have enough alcohol in me right now, all the words will come out in a sloppy and messy word vomit that won’t make sense to anyone. 

“how was george, by the way?” matty asks. it’s an innocent question; my best friend wanting to know if i got along with his friend but i still have to carefully rearrange my features into neutrality. 

“he was fine.” 

what i really want to say is, i don’t know how you’re friends with that bastard. he’s an utter piece shit and should be kicked out of this house right now. but i smile and hold two thumbs up. as far as matty is concerned—george was fine, we drove home in silence, i said thanks, he nodded and left. 

but that isn’t the reality. and he hasn’t left. in fact, i have a dooming sensation that he is somewhere in the house right now, probably indulging in routine animal sacrifice or bullying kids online or whatever else guys like him do in their spare time. 

i wrinkle my nose and matty laughs. 

“did you go all awkward and shy on him? come on, i’ll introduce you properly.”

a stone settles in the pit of my stomach because that is the last fucking thing i want right now. i can keep my mouth shut, i can be civilised and cordial. but george is a heathen with zero manners. 

“no, no it’s fine,” i respond hastily, “we talked, it was great.”

i am sure my eyes are wide in an effort to not avoid eye contact with him. if there’s one thing matty can do well, is tell when i’m being skittish. 

“come on, cleo.” matty pulls on my arm, “you guys are housemates now, i can’t have you awkwardly existing around each other.”

i almost scoff at him for reminding me of the unfortunate reality. ideally i do not want to exist around george at all but for matty’s sake i would stick to being cordial. clearly, he has a whole different plan for us—he wants all three of us to be best friends. one big happy family. i can see that glint in his eyes.

“don’t make me manhandle you,” he warns and i hiss at him like a feral cat. 

“matty, i’m fine here. stop!”

“so you don’t wanna see your room? hmm? you’re not taking over my room, you know that right? wouldn’t want you finding the magazines under the bed—”

“ew, matthew!” i wiggle away and out of his grip, squealing. “ew, don’t touch me!” 

but he’s faster and before i know it, i’m being lifted off the bed and into his arms like i am nothing but a ragdoll. he laughs maniacally, twirling me around until i’m dizzy and he’s stumbling, knocking us both into the wall. 

“i told you,” he speaks in a sing-song voice, sounding more like a horror movie witch than a person, “i warned you.”

“i am going to smack you so hard,” i threaten but it’s overshadowed by my breathless laughter. my ribs hurt, so does my stomach. my head spins as i gasp for air between fits of giggles but it feels good. 

laughing with matty as if we’re 14 again and back in my childhood bedroom feels good. 

until we collide into something and i hear a yelp. 

matty stops in his tracks, trying and failing to control his giggles, and i already know what—who—we collided into. 

“oops,” he grins, clearly unfazed by the fact that i’m grimacing, still held up in his arms and looking over his shoulder so i won’t have to look at george, who is undoubtedly glaring at us (me) right now. seriously, i can feel his burning stare on the back of my head. 

“matty,” he sighs, and then in a low voice, almost spit out like a curse, “cleo.”

“this is her,” my friend introduces and finally sets me down.

“you’re making a racket.”

i want to mimic him in a really childish way—you’re making a racket. instead, i stick to glaring up at him from matty’s side. which, it turns out, is a big fucking mistake. 

because in front of me, stands a very shirtless george, wearing nothing but black basketball shorts that sit low on his hips. like before, i notice all the tattoos on his arms again, colourful and stark against the sweaty skin. his chest glistens with sweat too—a direct result of the hot summer day and the lack of an ac. my eyes roam over his body, unable to look away, unable to do much of anything else other than feel the heat creeping up my neck. burning my face. 

“are you done?” george asks right as my eyes dip to the beginning of his happy trail. 

his voice is a shock enough that my gaze instantly snaps back to his face. 

george is staring at matty, pretending like i’m not even in the room, but something tells me the question is directed at me. and something tells me that the pink tinge on his face is from more than just summer heat.

“i am not watching another tarantino!” i cross my arms in front of chest indignantly and challenge matty with a raised eyebrow. 

for fuck sake, this argument has been going on for fifteen minutes now. behind us, the popcorn has long finished popping and the laptop has gone back to screensaver mode but we simply can’t seem to agree upon a film to watch. 

“and i am not watching legally blonde for the tenth time,” matty retorts, mimicking my stance. 

this is a stalemate situation. both of our nostrils are flared—a mirror image of each other just as matty and i have always been. 

“how dare you? elle woods has more talent in her little finger that you will have in your entire stupid—”

a loud crunch interrupts followed by the unmistakable smell popcorn. matty and i whip our heads simultaneously, eyes narrowed and trained on george who holds the giant bowl all to himself, another handful of popcorn almost to his mouth while he swallows his first mouthful. 

“no, go on,” he drawls, stuffing the popcorn in his mouth and going back to looking bored as ever. “this is better than movie night.” 

mercifully, he’s wearing a t-shirt now on top of the basketball shorts. his hair is wet and curling on his forehead, some strands almost falling into his eyes that i have the uncontrollable urge to brush away. so fine, he’s not ugly to look at. but his dark, depraved, blackened heart makes up for it. his voice comes out muffled from the popcorn and i have dark thoughts about him choking on a stray kernel. i reign them in and focus on matty. 

“come on, cleoooo,” he pleads. “it will be fun. he makes art, you know? you’ll like it.” 

“weren’t you supposed to make it up to me?” i point out, walking up to george and grabbing a handful of the popcorn. he sneers, looking like he wants to slap my hand away. i sneer back. 

matty is too busy groaning into his hands to notice this exchange. 

“fine,” he sighs, “fine you’re right. you pick the movie. and the pizza. but please let me pick the weed. don’t want more bad trips.” that last part is more of a grumble to himself. i huff, contemplating bickering with him further but matty looks like a puppy, all big eyes and a pouty mouth crumbling away my resolve. 

“emma’s for pizza, obviously,” i mumble, about to make my way to the stack of dvds when a tendril of horror snakes down my spine. “emma’s is still around isn’t it? say yes matty or i’ll cry!” and i know how true that statement is. 

emma’s isn’t just a pizza place, it’s an institution! a tiny kitchen on a small corner in east london, emma’s holds countless memories that are so near and dear to me—satisfying my munchies after being high for the first time. stumbling inside drunk and giggling after my first clubbling night. celebrating with matty the night i got my acceptance for new york. big and small moments all celebrated over an uneven pepperoni pizza and an off brand beer that only they stocked. 

i could feel my lip wobble simply at the thought of it being gone. 

“matty…” my voice goes whispery when he doesn’t answer immediately and his eyes widen. 

“no, fucking hell, it’s still there! christ cleo i didn’t think that would actually make you cry.” 

i contemplate hitting him on the head then, contemplate snatching the big glass bowl from george just so i could bonk it on my best friend’s head but matty raises his hands in surrender. 

“the menu is on the fridge,” he says, “and before you declare that you don’t need to see it. they updated it.”

with a chill creeping down my neck i run to it. hitting matty can wait. right now my body craves the taste of familiarity. if there’s anything that can make me feel like i’m home, it’s that damn pizza. 

i only breathe a sigh of relief when i see that they haven’t made any cuts to the menu, only additions that i do not care about. by the time i’m back, george has left the room, the bowl of popcorn half-finished and matty is on the phone, presumably making sure emma’s is delivering. i start making my way through the stack of dvds, waiting for him to finish. 

pulp fiction. meh, watched it enough times. frozen? absolutely fucking not, don’t need matty humming let it go in my ear all night. i eliminate them one by one for seemingly arbitrary reasons—too long, too short, didn’t pass the vibe check before my fingers still on a dvd with a familiar cover. 

annie hall. the case as old as our friendship. 

i remember watching it with matty for the first time back when we used to sneak out and get high. i remember romanticising new york, how it had made a permanent mark on my weed addled, pubescent brain. 

i trace the flimsy plastic, lost in memories. 

“cleo?” matty’s hand is on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. his brows are bunched, a look of confusion settled onto his face. “you alright? i asked if you wanted your usual.”

i nod in a daze, clearing my throat and his gaze shifts to the dvd in my hands. 

matty smiles. “annie hall! oh, that’s your favourite, let’s watch that!”

the words curdle in my stomach. yes it is my favourite, yes i practically know every scene, every frame by heart. i even know the exact expression matty has on his face during truman capote’s cameo, how he points at the screen every time. 

i know he will ask me if i saw all those places for real. i know he will want me to talk about my life back in new york. my stomach churns. 

“no, let’s not…” i tell him, trying to keep my voice as normal as possible, trying to hide the cracks. “watched it a million times now, it’s boring.”

his mouth twists into a frown but thankfully matty doesn’t push it, he just shrugs. 

“pulp fiction sounds good, actually,” i say, giggling in earnest when he groans. matty takes the stack from my hands, placing the rest of them aside while he opens the one i picked. 

i settle onto the sofa, snuggled under the blanket and waiting for him to turn the tv on. matty smiles when he sees his spot is empty—“his” spot… right next to a small coffee table where he can pile on half-empty mugs with stale, cold tea or coffee still inside that he never finished. it’s infuriating. it’s also familiar. 

i sigh, happy to spend time with my best friend, about to say a thanks to the forces of the universe that george has left, when, like an omen, he slinks back into the room, holding three joints in his hand. 

a sense of calm descends over me, something i haven’t felt in a long time, so long in fact that i try to count in on my fingers, running out and starting again in confusion. the joint smoulders in the ashtray, only half-smoked. 

matty prattles on about something, but i’m not entirely paying attention. i’m more focused on the pizza, the way the cheese melts in my mouth, the burn of the spicy pepperoni—everything is exactly how i remember. 

everything feels wonderful—eating the food i love, being with someone who cares about me. the warmth of the blanket that george has tried to steal from me twice now. 

every time i feel a tug, i glare at him. 

“go get your own,” i snap through a mouthful of pizza. 

george makes a disgusted face. “this is my blanket.”

that makes me throw it off of my lap. “ugh, shoulda told me that before. don’t want your disgusting germs on me.” 

george gapes at me. his pupils are wide, the smell of weed clings to him along with the sweet, earthy perfume i smelled earlier and the joint dangles carelessly between his long fingers. my brain chooses to hyperfocus on his full pink mouth every time he takes a drag of it, inhaling the smoke and holding it in his lungs, letting it get to his head. 

his voice comes out low, much deeper than it usually is. it does something funny to my stomach—probably making it flip with disgust. 

he takes a drag of the joint again, leaning in unexpectedly to blow the smoke all over my face. “there,” he smirks, “more ‘germs’. what are you gonna do? cry about it?”

“real mature, george,” i scoff, hurrying to grab my own joint, taking a hasty drag. i realise my mistake too late as the smoke lodges itself in my throat, making me cough and splutter, gasping for air as my eyes water. 

george laughs then. he actually laughs. i didn’t know his facial muscles could even do that. my insides burn from embarrassment and then anger. 

“i could have died,” i mutter between more coughs and gasps. “that would work out great for you, wouldn’t it, you… you pig!”

“oh how creative, cleo…” he spits my name again like a curse, letting his eyes roam all over my angry face. a slow, insufferable smirk makes its way onto his mouth and i have the intense urge to smack it right off, so much so that i clench my hands into fists, turning away and facing matty who’s watching us with an indescribable expression—almost as if he’s watchin two animals fighting in a cage. 

no one pays attention to the movie as vincent and mia start dancing. 

“what…” matty splutters, opening his mouth and closing it again. then shakes his head in confusion. 

i have had enough. enough of being right next to george who reeks of smugness, enough of his stupid weed and this stupid movie. i huff, picking up the remaining slice of my pizza. 

“tell this idiot to never breathe in my direction again,” i pretend that george is not even in the room, glaring at the back of my head. 

“tell her not to steal my blanket then,” he retorts. matty looks like a deer caught in headlights. 

“and tell him i hope he chokes in his sleep.” indignation burns bright through me as i turn to george without even realising it. 

we are so close now, noses almost touching. his angry eyes burn into mine, his mouth is twisted in a grimace. 

“and tell her i hope she—”

“alright! alright!” matty springs up from where he’s sitting, physically pulling me back with enough force that i’m wrenched from my sit and into his corner of the settee. 

“i don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” he slurs his words sightly, an effect of the beer and the weed, “but george, you’re in timeout.”

i feel a rush of vindication as george sqwaks in protest. it doesn’t last long. 

“so are you, cleo! fucking hell…” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, “acting like children, making me act like the adult…” and muttering some more that i tune out in favour of glaring at george once again. 

my whole body buzzes in anger, so much so that i almost miss it when my actual phone buzzes in my pocket. once, then once again. 

two text messages in a row. two distinct pings that i set for one specific person. nate.

i know i shouldn’t look at it, i know it’s a bad idea even before the anger in my body is replaced with dread. and yet i’m like the cat willingly walking to its demise just to satisfy some curiosity. 

with shaky fingers, i swipe my phone open, trying to burn holes into it by staring alone. 

no such thing happens. instead, two text messages stare right back at me. 

hi baby

don’t think i’m giving up on us just yet.

just as i’m about to delete the two, a third pops up, chilling me to my very core. every other thought disappears, george and his protests fade away in the background as my entire body vibrates with…i don’t even know how i feel. i don’t even know what to make of the message in front of me. 

i’m going to find you, cleo. i’m going to make it right. 

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Adventure of a Lifetime

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Chapter 2 | Masterlist

A/N: Yo! Here's the second chapter to my Tae series! I don't really have a tentative updating schedule for this, so I'll post whenever I'm done with each chapter. I can say that I'm really feeling this story so updates will be kind of frequent. Anyway... Enjoy!

I looked away from Jeong-Gyu and over to his parents who were excitedly standing in the doorway.

I smiled, “It’s really nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. and Mrs. Kim!”

She waved me off with a smile, “You don’t have to be so formal! Call us mom and dad, if you want. We are so happy you guys are here!”

They stepped to the side and ushered us inside, “Please come inside!”

We all grabbed our bags and shuffled into the house.

Walking passed the entrance hall and into the living room, I was amazed at how big their house actually was. It was one of those cases of looking small on the outside, but having a ton of space inside and this house was a prime example of it.

Looking around the living room, there were two couches that sat on either side of a coffee table, facing a tv that sat on top of a stone fireplace. There were various plants around the room that gave it some life. Everything was organized and spaced out, it almost reminded me of the apartment.

It was nice.

“We were in the middle of making some food for you guys because you thought you might be hungry when you got here.”

As soon as Mrs. Kim said that, my stomach growled, making me instinctively put a hand on my stomach.

“I guess we were right,” Mr. Kim laughed and shyly smiled.

“Do you need any help,” I asked as they started walking towards the kitchen.

Since it was an open layout, you could see the entire kitchen from where we were standing in the living room.

“If we want to, we would love some help! You can leave your stuff there for now or,” she pointed to Jeong-gyu and then at the stairs to the left of the kitchen, “he can show you where the guest room is.”

We nodded and started gathering our bag before we heard someone coming down the stairs.

“Are those visitors I hear,” a voice questioned.

Looking away from my bags and at the stairs, I see a boy wearing a gray hoodie with the hood over his fluffy brown hair. 

He took off his hood as his gaze fell on Jeong-Gyu before smiling wide and hurrying to hug him.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me you were back,” he questioned as he pulled back from the hug.

“I didn’t think you cared,” Jeong-Gyu sighed, acting sad. The boy rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving, as he lightly punched Jeong-Gyu’s shoulder.

“I always care and I would’ve come to visit if I weren’t here already.”

It was just then that he seemed to notice our presence behind Jeong-Gyu and looked over his shoulder.

Looking between us and then over to Jeong-Gyu, he asked, “Who are they?”

He looked at Y/s/n before turning his attention toward me. When we made eye contact, we kind of… just stared at each other. 

I couldn’t deny that he was attractive and the shy smile that made its way onto his lips made him all the more cuter. A small smile was making its way onto my lips before I felt hands on my shoulders unexpectedly, making me flinch in surprise.

I looked over my shoulder to Jeong-Gyu and glared at him for scaring me.

“This here is Y/n! My best friend and roommate! And this…”

He shuffled over to the side and placed his hands on Y/s/n’s shoulders, “Is Y/s/n! My other best friend and Y/n’s sister!”

I politely bowed my head in greeting while Y/s/n waved. 

“Taehyung! Come help me and your mom for a second,” Mr. Kim called.

We all looked over to them as he nodded.

“We gotta set our bags in our rooms, we’ll be back,” Jeong-Gyu told Taehyung as he walked over to their parents.

“Alright, follow me.”

We grabbed our bags and followed Jeong-Gyu up the stairs that were next to the kitchen. Reaching the top of the stairs, he rounded the corner to the left and walked into the first room on the right. He placed his bags near the bed before coming to stand in the doorway. 

“This is my room and,” he pointed all the way down the hall to the open door, “that’s the guest bedroom, where you two will be staying so you can put your stuff in there.”

We nodded and started walking to the end of the hall when Y/s/n whispered, “Can we talk about how Jeong-Gyu’s brother is Kim Taehyung?” 

We entered the room and she immediately flopped on the bed.

“Don’t bring it up! I’m sure he would hate it if his brother’s friends are crazy fans, so please don’t say anything about him or his band for as long as we’re staying here, okay?”

She sighed, but nodded, “Alright, you won’t hear a peep out of me. Not that I could if I wanted to, I only know the basics of basic Korean, but I promise not to bring it up.”

I happily nodded and started for the door before looking back at her.

“You coming?”

She rolled over on the bed, “I’m pooped. I’ll just stay here for a bit.”

“Okay, I’ll let them know that you’re taking a nap from jet-lag if they ask. I’ll come get you when the food’s ready.”

“Okay, thanks!”

I made my way down to the kitchen and stopped at the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen. I looked at Mrs. Kim, who was washing dishes in the sink on the other side of the island.

“Did you need some help with anything?”

She looked at me and smiled, “Not right now, my dear. Taehyung helped us so you can take a seat and relax if you want.”

“Ok, but let me know if you need help,” I said, pulling out a stool from under the island. She turned away from the sink and moved to the stove behind her.

“I have to say, Y/n, your Korean has gotten better since the last time we spoke,” she spoke over her shoulder.

I shyly chuckled, “Really? I mean, it has been over a year since I last spoke with you whenever Jeong-Gyu called you last, but thank you for the compliment!”

A nice silence settled over us and the only thing you could hear was the clanging of utensils as Mrs. Kim worked around the kitchen. 

I crossed my arms on the table and laid my head on them as I silently watched her do her thing for a while before deciding to ask the one thing that’s been on my mind since we got here.

“What are you making?”

She looked back at me and then back at the pots on the stove, “I’m making japchae and kimbap! And… It looks like it’s almost done. Would you mind setting the table, dear?”

I nodded and got up, “No problem!” 

She pointed to the cupboards with the plates and the drawers with the utensils. Walking over to both of them, I grabbed everything that we needed and headed over to the dining table that was located in between the living room and kitchen. I placed a plate and some utensils at each spot before dusting off my hands, admiring my work.

“It seems that your sister and Jeong-Gyu haven’t come down yet. Would you mind letting them know that the food is ready,” Mrs. Kim said while turning off the stove. I nodded, though she was busy.

“Okay,” I said and started heading up the stairs.

I got to the top of the stairs when I heard, “Heck yeah!! Woo!”

Rounding the corner into Jeong-Gyu’s room, I see them both sitting at the foot of his bed while my sister pumped her fists in the air in celebration as she tightly holds a controller. I smiled as she cheered and then turned my gaze over to Jeong-Gyu.

He was watching her with a soft expression and a gentle smile on his face.

Oh no… I know that look.

Not wanting to jump to conclusions just yet, I lightly knocked on the door frame alerting them to my presence.

When they looked over I said, “The food is ready, by the way.” 

“Okay! I’ll be down in a sec! Let me just finish this level,” Y/s/n said as she went back to concentrating on what was on the TV screen.

While she was distracted, I took this time to motion Jeong-Gyu over to me so we could talk.

I took him into the hall, away from Y/s/n, before whispering, “You like her, don’t you?”

His eyes widened as he nervously coughed.

“What are you talking about? I don’t like Y/s/n,” He whispered back.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes, “Don’t bullshit me, Jeong-Gyu. I saw the way you looked at her. I’ve known you long enough to know that it’s the same way you used to look at your past girlfriends.”

He shyly looked away from me for a second before sighing.

“Fine. I do like her. A lot,” he said with a fond smile.

Why do I feel sad hearing that?

I shook off the thought and smirked. “I knew it! Are you going to tell her?”

He lightly shook his head, “Not yet. I want to make sure that what I’m feeling for her is real.”

I nodded in understanding, but ultimately wanted to get out of this conversation for now.

“Okay. Well, food’s ready and I’m hungry so I’m heading down. Make sure to bring Y/s/n when she’s done with the level.”

Just when I finished saying that, she popped out of the room, “Done.”

“Nevermind! Let’s get going before the food gets cold!”

As we were walking down, Mr. and Mrs. Kim were setting out some last minute things like napkins and cups while Taehyung brought some drinks out of the fridge and placed them on the island. The three of us washed up before grabbing our drinks and sitting down at the table.

The atmosphere was nice and lively as we were getting our food. Everyone was laughing and catching up on what everyone’s been doing while I talked with Y/s/n. While we were eating something in the conversation caught my attention.

“How long will you and your friends be staying,” Mr. Kim asked Jeong-Gyu.

I looked over to him and raised my eyebrows in question. He looked at me and then to his parents, “About two - two and a half weeks.” 

My eyes widened, “What? What are we going to do during that time?”

He shrugged as Taehyung looked between us, confused.

“You guys came with him and didn’t even get an itinerary?”

I shook my head and glared at Jeong-Gyu, “No, because this man just told us that we were coming here and to pack our bags!”

“We can plan what we want to do now that we’re here,” Jeong-Gyu piped up.

I lightly scoffed.

“Well… How about I take you to an amusement park, here in Daegu, on Tuesday,” Taehyung asked.

Jeong-Gyu looked at me and shrugged. I told Y/s/n what Taehyung had asked as she smiled and nodded.

“I would love to go to an amusement park!”

I didn’t have any reason to say ‘no’ so I looked over to Jeong-Gyu and nodded.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Perfect! It’ll be a great start to our trip! We’re in!”

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The first time you meet Lupin III, you nearly cut his nose off.

You have found yourself hypnotized by the beauty of an exotic gem — your target — when a voice suddenly speaks from behind you. Out of pure instinct, dagger in hand, you turn, swinging your blade as fast as you can towards the face of an unknown man. He reacts just as quickly, with a shriek and eyes that nearly boggle off its sockets.

‘Careful where you swing that thing!’ He cries out, taking a long step back with a hand on his face. ‘What would I say to the ladies, if they saw me without my beautiful nose?’

You grit your teeth, firstly cursing yourself for lowering your guard and secondly cursing him for appearing in the first place. You are in a defensive stance, standing in front of the opened vault as the tip of your dagger points directly towards his sternum. Any move he decides to make will be his last, you think and you grip the dagger tighter. ‘I don’t know. They aren’t exactly missing out on anything, really.’

The man clenches his chest with a fake gasp, and, while he dramatizes how you must’ve hurt his feelings, you observe — as you always do. You’re searching through your brain and your memories, because there is something oddly familiar about his face. Have you met him before? Has he ever been a target?

‘Best you back off, monkey,’ you threaten. ‘Hate to inform you, but this is mine.’

‘Well, I hate to inform you,’ he begins as he straightens his back, ‘but I’ve already decided that I would have it.’ His hands are inside his pockets, and his smirk widens. The overconfidence only makes you more resentful — and, on edge. Your eyes narrow at his stance and you try to spot any sort of weapon that could be possibly attached to his body. He is yet to draw it, of course. Does he think, however, that he’s some kind of overpowered deity? Does he think he has any chance against her? Oh, hell no. ‘I’ve already sent a calling card, you see.’

A calling card? You blink, a clear realization echoing through your mind. But, before you can say anything—

You barely catch the subtle click before you dive back below the counter, just a curtain of bullets begins raining above your head. The thief shrieks — ever the freaking clown that he is — as he dodges the bullets, searching for cover. You make eye contact, and he shrugs with a sheepish smile. You only roll your eyes.

The shooting stops, though only for a moment. ‘Lupin!’ A rough, old voice rings through the deadly silent room. ‘Such a pleasure to have your delightful company.’

‘The pleasure is all mine,’ Lupin smirks, pulling out his iconic weapon. ‘Same as your little treasure.’

‘Ah! As if,’ your target scoffs, although you can already imagine how his face has darkened. ‘I’m sorry to inform you that you won’t be getting out of here with my treasure. Let alone alive! The same goes to the little mouse you’ve brought along with you!’

‘Huh?’

‘Excuse me—,’ you begin, feeling perhaps the most offended you’ve ever been in your life. You? With this man? Never.

‘You can’t fool me!’ He shouts. ‘It’s time I finally get rid of you, Lupin! Now, die!’

In an instance, the rain of bullets falls upon you once again. You press yourself harder against the counter, gritting your teeth in annoyance. You turn to spare a glance at Lupin, narrowing your eyes into the nastiest glare you can muster once you meet his eyes. He grins sheepishly, switching off the safety of the gun.

You shake your head, and, instead, turn your head in the other direction.

The ruby in the vault glints tauntingly at you. It’s still there, waiting to be stolen, waiting to be taken away from the greedy and wealthy. You wet your lips, your blood rushing through your veins. You can already imagine how much money you could make with that gem. It is bigger than a diamond, and more beautiful than all jewels combined.

You adjust your position, having already begun to plan your strategy. You are beginning to know how many seconds it takes for all men to fire, for all men to reload and fire again. The voices of Lupin and the ganglord are muffled as you take deep breaths.

Unfortunate as it may be for Lupin, you had already set your eyes on this gem for a little over a week. The saying goes “finders, keepers”, after all — and, in your opinion, you were already meant to be its new owner.

You wait a beat.

And, another.

And—

You throw a smoke bomb into the ground, hearing the hiss of the smoke as it begins to involve the room. The guards are shouting in a second, and you run towards the open vault. Lupin yells something from behind you, but you pay no mind to it. You have nothing to do with this man. When your fingertips brush against the sharp edges of the gem, you feel your face stretch, a grin forming on your lips.

You use your free hand to raise a piece of fabric around your neck, thus covering your mouth and nose. ‘Sorry, Lupin,’ you begin, finding his eyes through the smoke that is starting to surround him. ‘This is where we part ways.’

You don’t wait for a response as you jump through the broken window, a victorious laughter echoing through the night.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

The chandelier glints in the ceiling. It is to be expected, when it is made out of diamonds. The owner of the estate clearly loves to show off his property and wealth, despite the unwanted attention the diamond chandelier and other goods receive and will receive. It attracts thieves like you, after all. From the distant, thoughtful and greedy eyes that are also sparing long glances at it, you suspect they are part of the Underground, just as you are.

You sip the champagne with a subtle curl of your lips. You’re not aiming to steal it, but if it were to be stolen… How much money would you make out of it? What if someone tries to steal it, and you steal a diamond from them, instead? So many possibilites and thoughts, but you’re trying to lay low for now, trying to restrain yourself from theft, after nearly being caught for stealing (and being robbed) that exotic gem from last month.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’

A sudden voice from behind you makes you jump. You barely save your glass from spilled liquor and curse under your breath, before turning to look over your shoulder. For a moment, you brush the person off — until you do a double take and turn fully to look at them.

‘It’s said to have been a gift to Marie Anne de Bourbon,’ he continues, using his index finger to push the glasses in, while the other hand remains behind his back. ‘From her father, le Roi Soleil himself.’

‘Daddy’s little girl, then,’ you conclude with narrowed eyes before turning back to the chandelier. Though, to the outside world, it merely looked as if you were watching the crowd, glass in hand as you twirl it in deep thought.

‘Aw, don’t you look happy to see me?’ Lupin teases you, leaning towards you. You take a step to the side, turning your head to glare at him. His smile only widens. ‘I wonder if fate is bringing us together.’

‘Aren’t you a comedian,’ the sarcasm, as you fake a chuckle, drips through your voice like honey, but so does the venom that hides underneath.

The thief puts a hand on his chest, giving you a pout. ‘I see your heart remains cold, but that’s alright! I’ll just have to warm you up to me.’ He winks.

‘Is that your pick-up line?’

‘No. Did it work?’ He sounds hopeful for a moment, and he leans over again, invading your personal space. You use your arm to push against his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and the thief steps away with a giggle. Then, he turns to the chandelier, as he stands next to you. ‘Are you planning to steal that?’

‘I’m laying low. Not that it’s any of your business,’ you reply curtly. But, you are curious as a cat; and so, after a beat, you look at him from the corner of your eye, twirling the glass in your hand. ‘Are you?’

‘Why, of course!’ He puffs out his chest in all of his contemptuousness, not unlike a peacock. ‘I never back away from the promises I make.’

‘What are you talking about?’ At your question, he reaches inside his jacket and hands you a little paper. You hesitate, and you glare into his face. For all you know, there could be something inside. You’ve taken your time since the previous encounter to further research him; after all, you knew little of him when you first met him, for the exception that he was considered “a master thief” by some and constantly alerted his targets of his intentions. You’ve discovered he can be quite crafty and unpredictable.

Yet, in that face, you find nothing but pure contentment and composure. He appears relaxed and unhostile. Would he really harm you like this? In public and in the middle of a crowd? You don’t think he would be foolish to take the risk, but… what if…?

When you grab the paper that is held between his fingers, he puts his hands back inside his pockets. You glance at him again, wearily, and then, you open the paper. The first thing you notice is the little sketch on the bottom right corner of the paper, almost like a caricature. Even in his infamous calling cards, he acts like a clown. Then, you look at the contents of the letter. But, alas, you don’t understand it. You frown as you attempt to recognize any of those words or to find a possible translation, based on the spelling.

‘Ce soir, à neuf heures, je volerai le grand lustre de Madame Marie Anne de Bourbon,’ he reads the letter to you in a mischievous voice. ‘“Tonight, at nine o’clock, I will steal the great chandelier of Madame Marie Anne de Bourbon”.’ You sigh and hand the paper back to you, which he refuses to accept. ‘Keep it, as a memento of our delightful meeting.’ He gives you a wink.

‘What’s the point of all this, really?’

‘It gives me a challenge, you see,’ Lupin explains, observing the treasure up and down. His eyes narrow in calculating thought. You look quickly at your watch; it’s five to nine. ‘You say, “what’s the point of warning your target”, but I say, “what’s the point of a challenge if there’s no risk involved”. If there is no challenge, thieving just isn’t as exciting. If it weren’t for these—,’ he points at the calling card in your hand, ‘—I wouldn’t have to deal with obstacles or thrilling chases and enemies, such as that one.’

The thief points towards the opposite side of the ballroom. You follow its direction, until your eyes land on a man that is clearly not dressed for the occasion. In a long, brown coat and with a brown hat on top of his head, the man frowns with his hands in his pockets, as he inspects the room, looking for a specific face in the crowd. Then, he moves his left wrist close to his face and says something that you obviously can’t hear from this distance.

‘The police are here,’ you say and swallow for a moment. You quickly turn to glare at the man, who puts his hands up for a moment, as if afraid you’ll jump and attack him. ‘I’m laying low, and you bring the police.’

‘Had I known, I would’ve been more considerate,’ he smiles. ‘Don’t worry, if anyone catches you, I’ll rescue you, chérie.’

‘What did you just—’

At that same moment, the lights go off. You gasp and take a step back, taken by surprise. The entire room screams in shock, and you swear you hear the voice of the police inspector in the background, as the staff run blindly through the room, yelling for someone to turn on the generator. As you do, a hand gently grabs your own and you feel the slow touch of lips on the back.

‘Until we meet again.’

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As you had suspected from the start, the chaos that followed the heist on Madame de Bourbon’s treasure, surveillance had tightened and the law enforcement, most particularly Interpol who was only there to catch your newest rival, looked through the crowd of guests to find any more collaborators. No one seemed to have been found, but they did find you.

The shackles around your wrists are too tight for your own liking, and your glare is heated as you mumble under your breath. You have been pushed into the back of a police van, and you can see the Inspector from Interpol talking to the owners of the estate. The old woman attempts to gain sympathy from the man, weeping openly into his arms. The man grows awkward, and coughs into his fist, politely pushing the woman away under the scandalous and jealous stare of the husband.

The policemen are wrapping up for the night, and you see two approaching the van you’re sitting in. You immediately tense up and grit your teeth. If only I hadn’t brought this dress—-no, if only that ugly monkey hadn’t shown up…! Your escape would have been almost guaranteed.

However, another police officer shows up from around the van.

‘Excusez-moi, messieurs, mais je dois escorter la criminelle dans son pays,’ he begins. Some of the words you are fortunate enough to understand, and you can’t help but notice the slight accent. The men look between themselves in confusion. ‘N’est pas de nationalité française, et on nous a ordonné de l’emmener dans un commissariat de son pays, où la criminelle pourrait être jugée pour ses crimes conformément à la loi nationale.’ He moves to stand in front of the van, as he moves his hand around, the other inside his pocket. Perhaps, he is indeed a fellow Frenchman. You snort internally.

After a moment, one policeman shrugs and waves off the conversation, turning on his heel as he does. ‘Si tu dis… Alors, emmenez-la.’ The other one appears a bit reluctant, looking back and forth, before he inevitably gives up. The third one huffs, and turns to stare at you quietly. You narrow your eyes at him.

‘Take a picture, pal. It’ll last longer,’ you say.

The man scoffs. ‘You’re not worth the picture.’ He replies fluently to you, the slight accent still present. He climbs into the van, closing the door promptly. He knocks against the wall that separates the back of the van from the driver, and the van starts up. You lean back, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. Not now, you think. Once I’m out of this van, then I’ll know what to do. You need to know more about your current situation.

‘So, where are you taking me?’ You ask. ‘Back to my country?’

The officer stretches his leg to be able to pull, from the pocket, a box of cigarettes. He holds it between his lips as he searches for a lighter. ‘No.’

That makes you pause. Then, it makes you tense. Elsewhere—

An annoyed grumble comes from the man as he finishes lighting his cigarette. ‘The things that idiot makes me do—listen, lady, I’m only doing this as a favor to my partner. If, by any chance, you do want to go to jail, I’ll have this van turn back.’

‘A favor to your partner?’ You take a close look at his face. You cannot see much of it, anyway, as the hat has been pulled as down as possible, concealing his features. Yet, seeing the slacked-off posture, the cigarette and the neat and well trimmed beard pulls at your memory. This type of loyalty — you have seen it somewhere before.

‘Lupin sent you?’

The officer — Jigen, you remember — groans as he exhales a cloud of smoke, as if you suddenly reminded him of this unfortunate task. ‘Yes, but I’m yet to see why. As far as I can tell, you’re just another woman that is trying to get to him.’ He tilts his back upwards, burning his eyes into yours. ‘Well? What are you plotting, exactly?’

‘Plotting?’ You are at edge. You remember his skills, the long list of enemies and targets that he has taken down. You certainly wouldn’t dream of joining that list.

‘What is it that you want from Lupin?’

You narrow your eyes, not wishing to appear intimidated or cornered, ‘I don’t want anything from him. What I do want is for him to leave me alone. He has stolen my trophy before, he has endangered me because of his methods, and he just got me arrested.’ You haven’t forgotten how he pulled that stunt, taking the exotic gem you had stolen. I never break a promise, he’d said with a wink as he fled.

‘He has asked me to come to rescue you from the police,’ he interrupts you. ‘Clearly, there’s a reason for your rescue.’

A voice interjects from the driver’s seat. ‘As long as it is a beautiful woman,’ the man starts, ‘there shall always be a reason to safeguard her.’ He speaks in an earnest way, contemplative.

‘Sure, and what about just keeping it in his—’

‘Either way,’ you speak over the gunman, ‘I have nothing going on with Lupin. He is only competition. I did not ask to be saved, he did all of it on his own. It’s not my fault that he made that decision by himself, neither is it my fault that you two were dragged into it.’ You sigh. ‘Just drop me off somewhere, and I’ll be on my way.’

‘The police may be heading this way to come after you,’ the driver says. ‘They might have already confirmed that you are not being detained by the authorities.’

Jigen groans. ‘Goemon…’

‘I shall keep my word to Lupin. He has asked us to take her to the safehouse.’

‘And she might report it, or she might attack us—’ 

‘Jigen,’ the hitman is stopped mid-rant, ‘despite what destiny might befall us, we will know what to do. Lupin will know what to do. However, Lupin needs us now.’ Jigen heaves a sigh. ‘Ma’am, you are in safe hands. No danger shall fall upon you.’

The eloquence behind his words is weirdly calming. You nod, before you voice your thoughts, knowing he may not see you, ‘Thank you… Goemon.’ You spare the upset man in front of you a glance. ‘You too, Jigen.’

He scoffs.

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A little over a month has passed since the incident in France. Even if the gentleman thief rescued you, having kept in mind your “situation”, it still feels embarrassing — especially for your ego — to have needed the help from someone you hardly know, from someone you consider to be a rival or competition within the thieving business.

From someone like Lupin.

You try to understand the reasons that may possibly be there for him to save you, but there is nothing in sight. You are a thief just like the many others out there; although you pride yourself on your stealth skills and charisma (when you need to be in the public scene), you truly believe you aren’t that special. You don’t have any unique talent that stands out, like Arsène Lupin III’s genius,—

Don’t ever tell him that I said that…!

—Jigen Daisuke’s masterful skills in gun handling and weaponry, or Ishikawa Goemon XIII’s mythical sword that can cut through anything and anyone.

Either way, you want to keep your distance from him. So far, he has done nothing but give you unnecessary trouble. You had left France before the police could confirm your supposed arrest at the hands of your country’s authorities; instead, you chose Olinda, Brazil, as your hideout. It acts as a resting place, as if you are on vacation like any other citizen, as you think of your next target and as you come up with a plan.

The beaches are beautiful, however, and that cannot be denied. If you were, indeed, like any other citizen, clear from the life of theft, you would’ve chosen to stay there forever. But, work is work, and it is how you earn a living. You wouldn’t be able to afford these places or travel as much as you need (even if it is to escape the police), if it weren’t for the jewelry, the museum pieces and the money you have stolen over the years.

It is nearly time for lunch, and you get up from the deckchair. You have gotten a little bit of tan from the sunbathing, which feels like a new breath of air — as if you are already someone else. You’re not a thief, or “the Thief” — a Ladra — as you hear the Brazilian news call you. You put your sundress back on, and fix the hat on your head. Yet, it is when you begin walking back to your hotel that you feel your peace shatter. 

All good things must come to end, you tell yourself, displeased.

A man stands in front of the entrance, leaning against one of the pillars. He, too, sports a pair of sunglasses, and he wears shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. He looks like a tourist, but, even from this distance, you recognize that insufferable smile.

As you approach, he raises his arm to wave at you. You clench the bag on your shoulder tight, trying to contain your temper. I’ll strangle him. Just let him say anything else, that is how you try to be composed in public, as you sadly get closer to the French thief. However, you do not regard him. In fact, you pretend like he is not there, as you walk right past him.

‘Bom dia. A senhora vai subir?’ The receptionist greets you, smiling.

‘Sim,’ you reply, unable to keep the frown off your face as you hear the sandals behind you, hitting against the floor. ‘Me traga uma garrafa de vinho para cima, por favor.’

You have apparently amazed Lupin, for he whispers charmingly, ‘Is that for us two—wait!’ You manage to press the button to close the elevator doors, before he can enter. He stares after you with a stupefied expression, as you wave your fingers, saying goodbye.

When the door closes, you heave a deep sigh. ‘Goddamnit.’ I just can’t have a break, can I?

You put your sunglasses on top of your hat and hear the elevator chime upon arriving at your floor. When you step out, Lupin appears from your right, having climbed the stairs. He puts his hands on his knees to catch his breath, holding out his hand. ‘W-wait!’

You huff and keep walking to your hotel room, doing your best to ignore the monkey-faced man. I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him! Yet, despite your annoyance, you know you wouldn’t do it. There may be a lot of things to say about your character, but “killer” isn’t one of them. Perhaps, same as him, even though you are aware that he has spilled more blood than you did.

Lupin runs up to you, as you turn the key, ‘I have something for—’ 

‘Do yourself a favor, and leave me alone, will you?’

You start to close the door, but he puts his foot and hand in front of the door to keep it open, even if for a little. Yet, instead of insisting to speak with you, as he has been doing, something pokes through the gap. You pause to look at it and widen your eyes. At your silence, the man says, ‘I said I had something for you.’

You hesitate.

‘Can I come in, chérie?’

You bite your lower lip, clenching the doorknob tighter in your grip as you think it over. You have only really interacted with him twice — well, it has actually been the double of that, considering the moment he stole the gem from you, and when he tried to invite you inside his safehouse in France, despite the disapproval from his right-hand man. So far, one thing is certain; everything is a game for him.

Clearly, there’s a reason for your rescue, you remember the conversation with  Jigen. Perhaps, indeed, there is a reason why he persists following after you. What is it that you have that he needs?

As long as it is a beautiful woman, those had been Goemon’s words. You hardly gave it a second thought back then, but now—

You shake your head forcefully — as if to push those thoughts away — and tear the door open, the man nearly falling onto the floor with a shriek, before he catches his balance. ‘Make it quick.’ You turn your back to him and walk to the couch that is near the window.

Closing the door behind him, Lupin chuckles to himself. ‘Well, that’s the first time I’ve heard a lady telling me that. It’s usually the oppo—’

‘Are you going to tell me what you want, or not, Lupin?’ You interrupt him, ignoring the sudden heat that you feel on your face. You sit down with an angry huff.

The Frenchman raises his hands, as if in surrender. ‘Alright, alright.’ He rubs the back of his head, sheepishly. He looks out of his element when he is not wearing a suit, you realize. ‘Are you still mad at me?’

‘Whatever made you think that?’

The doorbell rings. Lupin sighs. ‘Je suis désolé, chérie. You know I have no intention of putting you behind bars.’ He opens the door and warmly takes the bottle of wine from the hands of the hotel employee, thanking her with a flirtatious purr. You hear her gasp and reply flusteredly, before the door closes.

‘No, I don’t. In fact, I don’t know you, Lupin,’ you reply. ‘You might as well stop acting like you know me, though. Now, before I lose my patience, will you just tell me what it is that you want?’

He fetches two glasses from the kitchen, filling them up with the wine. ‘There will be an auction for the Premier Rose Diamond, the diamond that I have shown you. I believe the future former owner is selling it to pay off his debt.’

‘Debt?’ You reluctantly accept the glass that he brings to you. You eye him carefully, and he responds by giving you a smile.

‘Gambling. As you know, that’s a richman’s best friend. Until it isn’t.’

‘Why the Premier Rose Diamond? Why not just a piece from the Cullian Diamond?’ You take a sip from your glass, and then fix him with a smirk. ‘I thought you liked challenges.’

The man shakes his head, smiling. ‘Not yet. The most expensive fruit isn’t always the best.’ You snort.

‘Suit yourself,’ you shrug. ‘But, why are you telling me this? Is it being held here?’ Even if it is his target, you wouldn’t resist the urge to chase after the same diamond. Maybe, this time, you would be able to catch him off guard and take the diamond for yourself. If you remember correctly, the diamond must be worth around fifteen million dollars, as the price rates have increased. It’s tempting, for sure. It would cover more than your expenses while you are laying low from the police, and it would allow you to rest for a long time before taking another heist.

‘It’s close, yes,’ he answers, with a glint in his eye. ‘It’ll be in an auction in Nova Lima.’

‘That’s, what, two thousand kilometers away?’

‘Precisely.’

You nod and twirl the glass in your hand. You look into the red liquid, deep in thought. Nova Lima is one of the many regions and cities where the Brazilian wealthy classes can be found. Not that poverty does not exist there, regardless, but the upper middle and high social classes do their best to pretend as if those people do not exist, or they spare them with little regard or kindness. Discontentment has been more than common in the country because of the uneven and unequal distribution of wealth.

Of course, not everything is perfect, and, behind every wealthy man and woman, behind every “self-made” millionaire, there is a story that is untold, a story that has been constructed and completely and falsely fabricated. Everyone has their own demons, after all. Could the owner of the Primer Rose Diamond be selling it just to clear off his gambling debts, or is there something else to the story?

‘I believe his name is Davi Souza. He’s CEO of perhaps the number one mining company in Brazil.’ Lupin takes a sip of the wine, crossing his leg on top of his knee. ‘Money is like an accessory for him, right now. Well, it used to be, before he took the huge debt that has him now owing money to the banks. Gambling is a poison that strips you off your money, and, when you have nothing more to offer, your soul.’

‘Poetic.’

Lupin chuckles, before continuing, ‘He is holding up the auction in one of his estates, and the money will be given straight to the bank.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘You plan to steal that diamond to feed him to the wolves.’

‘Men like Souza never learn, chérie,’ his eyes look straight into yours, even though they have darkened. Either it is personal, or he has heard that story before. ‘No better solution than to make him pay behind bars. I am sure there are lots of people who would love to have a word with him.’ He quickly spots a smile, leaning back as he drinks more of the expensive wine. ‘See, Pops has more people to worry about than us.’

‘You mean, than you,’ you correct him. ‘Interpol wants nothing to do with me, as far as I’m aware. You’re closer to an international celebrity than you know.’

Lupin shrugs. ‘You never know the future.’

You turn to look at the watch on the wall. ‘Well, it’s about time you go.’  You stand up, brushing off your skirt. ‘And don’t expect me to be this nice and hospitable to you ever again.’

‘Aw, you wound me, chérie,’ he puts a hand on his chest, giving you a pout. ‘But, you’re right, and I don’t want to overstay my welcome.’ He stands up and puts the empty glass back on the kitchen counter. Then, he turns on his heel, giving you a mischievous, yet childish, smile.

As he approaches, you clench your hand around the glass and narrow your eyes into a threatening glare. Yet, he continues to walk up to you, carefree of whatever you may be thinking — or, using Jigen’s words — plotting against him. You remember the harmless threats that had been running through your mind since the first time you spotted him here, and you know that your glare might actually be as harmful as a little butterfly.

Lupin reaches inside his shirt, and he pulls out a piece of paper. ‘For you.’

You reluctantly accept the paper and unfold it. There is an address written on it. From the name, it is more than two hours away from your current hotel. For what reason would he give you this address? Could it be— 

He confirmed your suspicions. ‘It’s our hideout. We’ll be waiting for your response there. You can send a little postcard if you’re so inclined,’ he leaned forward, ‘or, you can bless us with your presence.’ He tries to give you a flirtatious smile, which you completely dismiss as you shove your clenched fist into his chest.

‘What makes you think I’ll help you, especially after you have taken my treasure and endangered my life due to your stupid thrills?’ He raises his arms up in surrender, just as he had when he first entered the room, but his face is nothing but fearful; he spots a confident smile, which throws you off guard.

‘We’ll split the money evenly amongst everyone,’ he replies. ‘I want to make it up for you.’

‘Bullshit, Lupin. I don’t need your help!’

Lupin turns on his heel, ignoring your frustration. ‘It’s not often that you see a diamond like this one. It will be an easy target, Souza doesn’t have much money left for security. The thrill is definitely worth the money you’d earn.’ He opens the hotel room, turning his head to throw you a wink over his shoulder. ‘Adieu, chérie.’

You huff angrily as he closes the door behind him. Such a narcissist, you clench the paper tighter around your hand. Bold of him to assume I’ll just do whatever he wants. Does he think that, by flirting with you, he will be able to get what he wants? Perhaps he is too used to having things done his way, too used to succeeding in his achievements and dreams.

I’m not the one who’s plotting, you think. Jigen’s clearly looking in the wrong direction.

You look back at the address on the paper, deep in thought. The offer is indeed tempting, and it suddenly feels invasive — as if he had been able to read your mind. You have always had a thing for jewelry, and perhaps that is what he took away from your first encounter and the way you were dressed for the party in France. What else do you know about me?

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4M, or the deal is off. — C.

D'accord. ♡— Lupin III

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↪ continue to part two

[yoonshrimpp]

[ SUNDAY MORNING - JEONGCHEOL ]

"Jeonghan-ah, I'm here!"

Seungcheol's voice echoed through the hall of Jeonghan's apartment. He hanged his soaking wet coat at the entrance as he closed the wooden door behind him. He took off his equally wet shoes. Taking a look at his socks he suddenly regretted that specific choice. Jeonghan was gonna make fun of the dinosaurs on them, for sure. He sighed at the thought, unintetionally smiling to himself.

The house was quiet. The only noise he could hear was the rain hitting the big window in the living room. He walked through it, trying not to focus on the plants that were definitely being a bit too ignored by their owner.

"Jeonghanie?" he called again.

He finally reached the corridor and saw that the door to his bedroom was open. He could hear some music coming from it. He rolled his eyes when he recognized the song.

The moment he peeked into the room he immideately got hit by a strong smell of vanilla, but a sweeter one, more sugary. At the same time though it made him feel fresh all over, like recently cleaned clothes or like the first snow on Christmas day.

Jeonghan was sitting crossed legged on the big white rug between the queen size bed and the wardrobe, which was open. It seemed like it had exploded. Clothes were spread everywhere on the floor and on the bed, luckily not on Jeonghan too. The man was sitting still, looking at two sweaters laying in front of him. He seemed extremely concentrated as he bit his thumb.

Seungcheol chuckled "What are you doing?"

Jeonghan raised his brows, not even surprised by his presence. "Its sweater season Cheol, i gotta change the clothes in my closet." He picked up one of the two sweaters that he was so focused on "I have to choose what i want to keep for winter."

Seungcheol carefully made his way between the colored different types of fabrics that were covering the entirety of the bedroom's floor and went to sit on the bed, right behind Jeonghan. The now almost longhaired man leaned back, resting on his legs. Seungcheol's hand instinctively went to stroke those dark hair he loved so much.

"Did Joshua make you obsessed with this song too?" He said, a sweet smile on his face as he felt the younger relax under his fingertips. "I won't admit that. Let's just say that its the perfect song for today." He said as he folded some white jeans. Seungcheol looked at him from above "Hm?" "It's sunday, its morning and its raining. Couldn't be more accurate."

Seungcheol took a deep breath, nodding. Maybe the scent of Jeonghan's yankee candle was getting to his head but he suddenly felt sleepy once again, reminding him about the initial intent of his visit. "Jeonghan-ah..." He whispered, his lips coming in contact with the younger’s hair and he leaned down to kiss it. The latter seemed to melt on the spot, but replied anyways "Cheol, I really gotta do this...and i gotta study too." "But i can't sleep without someone to cuddle." He pouted as Jeonghan brought his head back to look at him. The older took his opportunity and left a small peck on his lips.

"You're such a child." Jeonghan said as he closed his eyes. Seungcheol's hands were back at doing that scalp massage that was making it extremelly difficult for him not to surrender. So he got up, broke the spell. Seungcheol's pout turned into a gummy smile, thinking he had won. Contrarily to his expectations, after Jeonghan made him lay back on the bed, he just grabbed a fluffy pink blanket and covered him neatly with it.

Seungcheol whined "Oh, come on! I'll help you study later if you cuddle with me now!"

"I'm not falling into this Choi Seungcheol. The deal was you'd sleep here only if you'd let me study in peace."

The latter just groaned loudly this time, accepting his fate and burried his face deeped into the blanket. It wasn't a bad idea after all. Jeonghan was always more calm after he had studied and done everything he had to do, which would have made the cuddles even better later. He rubbed his eyes, already feeling drowsy after that sleepless night. That's why he had come there in the first place, to catch up on sleep. When Jeonghan offered him to come over he couldn't believe it and he had rushed into his car and crossed the whole city under the rain to get there as soon as possible.

But now those dim lights, that soft song, the comfy blanket and that fresh but sweet smell, were ralaxing him so quickly that in a few seconds he found himself drifting into sleep.

Jeonghan closed the closet with a sigh, now ready to focus on studying but when he turned around the most beautiful view caught him off guard.

Seungcheol was sleeping soundly, plump red lips parted as he breathed out slowly.

He couldn't resist and he brought a hand to caress his hair, still a bit wet from the rain. He smiled and leaned to leave a ginger kiss on his forehead as he whispered a three words phrase coming from the bottom on his heart.

[bamboozled-distress]

back in the car seat with unmistakeable feelings

Summary: the marauders and etc are carpooling and as they realize they've got too many people and sirius and remus do any two platonic bros would do

warnings: swearing, remus giving top energy, sirius bottom energy, bros being gay, murderous threats, but its /j, james accidentally setting up remus and sirius, horny, sexual stuff but like not explicit, just sirius being a slut on main, slut for his bro moony, mentioning of testosterone, them all being british

A/N: okay this is my first fic for the mauraders !! and this is based on this tiktok and wrote this in one hour and its 2am and I have class tmrw and full credits to @/ireneatyd on tiktok for the inspo !!!!! <3

Sirius was going to kill James figuratively and literally.

If he could get his hands on James he would be dead, because they are in fact supposed to be on the way to their bi-weekly arcade meet-up but instead he insisted on the matter of taking not only Lily but Alice as well. This would all be fine if James had an actual van but no James had a shitty five-seater impala.

This would all be fine if it was big enough for them all to squeeze however that was not the case and fucking hell someone was going to have to sit on someones lap.

For this reason Sirius Orion Black is a stupid idiot who says things and does things without doing the simple act of thinking.

He was sat in the corner while everyone was trying to fit themselves inside because god be dammed he will never sit inside the middle and would much rather get the window seat. Lily and Alice had fit themselves quite snugly right beside Sirius with Peter and dear old fucking Prongs driving them all to his certain doom. Having just driven to Remus' record store job he was unknown of their current situation. When he walked to them with a beige jumper and a book in hand, his chocolate orbs instantly found Sirius' and his lips morphed into a slight frown.

"Fuck, theres no place to sit."

And to this the smartass Sirius-heavily-crushing-on-remus-Black looked up at the rather tall lad and with a certain glint in his eyes and with his signature smirk on display he spoke nine words he knew he was going to regret.

"My knees are always an open seat for you."

Remus instantly raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face, "getting a bit illegal now are we?"

Sirius instinctively spread out his legs as much as he could and stretched his left arm around Alice's seat and shrugged, "was only offering, moons."

"Well seeing as its either that or sit by someones feet I'll take the first option as the second is usually your job, pads."

Sirius half-expecting Remus to object his offer gulped as he saw Remus go around and open the door to his side as he scanned his long legs of perfection towards his freckled sun-kissed face.

There was a certain mantra of 'oh fuck' going through the black-haired fellow's head as remus held on to the edge of the car and leaned toward Sirius face as he was hoping, praying that his blush was not noticeable.

"So how are we doing this.. you on one leg, both legs straddling me back to chest? or possibly chest to chest?"

Instead of an answer Remus began to make his way over towards his thighs with a tight grip on Sirius' shoulder. As Remus allowed his right leg on top of Sirius left leg and his left on remus right, and while doing this he with a slight smile was avoiding eye contact.

'The fucker' Sirius had thought.

All of this has led Sirius to his current position and frankly wanting to murder James Fleamont Potter with his bare hands because holy fucking shit Remus John Lupin was straddling him when he simply meant it as a poor excuse of a joke. He was facing him sat multiple inches away from his crotch almost resting his arse on Sirius' knees.

Once Remus was fully sat after shifting and Sirius trying not to scream as he was doing so internally, Remus finally looked up to him and spoke with clarity in his voice.

"I think this seems alright? for stability and also so I dont quite crush your leg."

"If I ever died with you crushing my leg rem, I'd die a happy man."

"Don't think James would be too happy though, some lad dead in the back of his oh so precious baby."

Hearing a slight 'fuck off' from the drivers seat made them both snicker as Sirius had no idea where to quite put his hands as his heart was screaming 'Remus' thighs' but his head was quite empty knowing just how close Remus was to his everywhere.

As if on cue because for some god forsaken reason James had it out for Sirius he started driving and as he started reversing Sirius saw remus for the moment not holding onto anything and went to hold his hips so he wouldn't fall. After the initial shock of it was over Sirius instantly moved his hands away and left it at his sides as he got wide eyed.

"shit, sorry moons. fucking James."

Remus then held on to his shoulders tighter than before and moved a bit closer which made Sirius just a wee bit nervous, "you're good, don't worry about it, love."

Jesus fucking christ Sirius could die at that moment and he would die a happy man, although he knew Remus called everyone love and called him love a few times as well. But, with how low his voice had gotten he quite possibly had gotten a small boner. With him noticing this and wanting to change the subject he spoke.

"Dude holy shit, testosterone really is making your voice pretty deep."

Remus practically beamed at the mention of the effect of the testosterone he was taking and seeing that, Sirius felt a small smile on his lips.

"you think so? I haven't really noticed but really?"

"yeah moons, its getting way deeper when you said that I could really notice."

Remus had a shy smile on display and Sirius could tell how much that meant to him and how euphoric it made him which to that, Sirius gave a small smile back.

Sirius felt his arse falling asleep and needed to shift a bit because it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

Seeing that they were at a red light he shifted a bit which Remus tilted his head to the side about.

"are you alright over there."

Sirius looked down a bit, "er yeah, my arse is asleep and I just need to like move a bit."

Remus made a slight 'oh' shape with his lips and grabbed the head rest with his arms on the sides of Sirius's head, as he lifted himself up. And when Sirius felt a loss of contact and looked up at him with an intensity he couldn't deny he adored, he looked down at Sirius.

"c'mon lift up your hips love."

At that single moment not only did Sirius do exactly what Remus said but he was 100% positive that he had a boner.

He sat back down and was now painfully aware of his boner while Remus plopped on his lap right before the light turned green and James decided right then and there to drive faster which led remus a bit closer to Sirius crotch.

Then as if on cue because the universe seems to hate Sirius, James took a sharp turn which made Remus swerve a bit to his left with his thigh slightly touching his crotch and Sirius simply wished he could just implode. With the swerve Remus held on tighter to Sirius' shoulder and Sirius can now say with certainty that he is now painfully hard.

Oh so painfully hard.

Remus now looked at Sirius with a full smirk on his face and Sirius felt like he was in a slight trance. The one thing that got him out of said trance was a speed bump that James did not fucking see so Remus bumped up and down on his lap and Sirius wants to die right fucking now to end this torture that his poor soul does not deserve whatsoever.

He heard Remus mutter a few cuss-words and was blessed to know that they were almost at their destination, but that feeling went away quite fast as he saw remus look down at his lap.

Where his crotch seems to be.

Where he was painfully hard.

Which was quite visible to the eye.

More specifically to Remus' eye.

"Seems like you need a little help over there?"

Knowing all sense has been thrown out the window and he is hornier than he thought was possible his response was, "care to volunteer?"

"should ask me out to dinner first siri."

Sirius was utterly flabbergasted, because he could ask him out? He was much too horny for complete thoughts to form and for him to think logically that Remus is obviously joking.

"I can do that?"

As they found their parking spot and Remus was about to open the door he said a single of nine words he hoped Remus wouldn't regret.

"with those manners, would be hard to say no."

With that Remus left the car and his lap, taking Sirius' dignity right with him.

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

❧ 37. Intermission 

❧ Masterlist - Previous - Next

❧ A/N: get ready for some corn! 

Weddings were usually your favourite. From the enchanting aura encompassing the venue, to the noises of unadulterated joy bouncing off the walls - you loved it all. Since you were a little girl, you would always feel as though you were floating amongst the clouds above whenever you attended a wedding. The feeling only enhanced once you began planning the weddings yourself. It was always your goal to bring your employers peace and happiness on their special day. And as always, you were succeeding today based on smiles that never left the special couple’s faces. 

Yet today, you could not share the gaiety with those around you. For the entire night, a storm cloud had loomed over your head, threatening to pour its contents at any given moment. At first, you associated the sensation with the exhaustion of finally finishing a rather large project. Yet your hypothesis became more and more susceptible to doubt as the night went on. 

The actual reason for your dismay was revealed only when the couple were completing their vows. As those around you cheered in unison, the liquid finally disbursed from above, staining your cheeks in the process. Strangely enough, Akito’s closing had orchestrated the storm clouds hovering over you. 

“You know... My only regret was not saying yes to you sooner. To be fair, I was pretty stupid before I met you. I’d give my heart to every piece of shit - sorry, mind my language - but yeah, I’d give it to them without a second thought. And then here comes this perfect person... Someone who treats me right, and I fucking freeze.” 

A chorus of laughter echoed throughout the ballroom, bringing the dark-haired woman to shoot the crowd a cheesy grin. But the words only clogged up your throat. 

“I’m just saying, I’m thankful you waited for me. And well... thank you for loving me. I promise I won’t make you wait any longer.” 

After her conclusion, the groom leaned forward and issued a teasing remark towards his bride, but the humour was lost on you. The thunder and lightning occurring above your head had your stomach forming knots. 

Was Kenma right? Were you simply sabotaging your own happiness the way Akito did? 

Because you were happy with Iwaizumi. Beyond happy, if anything. And when he was emotionally unavailable, you were prepared to deliver your heart to him on a silver platter. But now that he has shown progress and growth, you’re hesitating? You were always so quick to accept those who needed to be fixed but not those who were okay. 

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t change. You could take a lesson from Akito right now and disrupt the path usually taken. And Iwaizumi’s last snap to you provided you with the perfect method of correcting your mistakes. 

Without a second thought, you approached the venue coordinator while fetching your phone from your purse. 

“Thea, I need to leave for a bit. I’ll be back in 30-ish minutes. Do you think you could cover for me? Please?” After purposefully expanding your eyes to signify the urgency of the situation, the older woman signed and motioned for you to go on ahead. 

“Thank you!” A soft smile tugged at the corners of your lips to express your gratitude. And as you continued out of the venue in a rushed pace, you pressed on the contact of the one person refusing to leave your thoughts. 

“Y/n?” It took Iwaizumi a few seconds to answer, but he did not hesitate before issuing you a greeting. He didn’t expect to hear from you until much later, but your call was a happy surprise. 

“Hi. Are you still at the bridge? If so, do not move.” You exhaled the request once slipping into the taxi’s backseat. Thankfully, you could recognize where Iwaizumi was based on the photograph he took. You were also lucky that the bridge he was at was only a five minutes drive from the venue. 

“What? Yeah, I am. Why?” The athletic trainer instinctively shifted his gaze to the area behind him, part of him foolishly hoping he would see you there. His moment of disappointment, of course, would be short-lived, but he was unaware of that at the time.  

“Can you ask that question later? Just don’t move, okay? Thank you, bye!” A strained smile plastered across your mouth once you ended the call. The taxi driver raised an eyebrow at you in amusement, to which you responded with an awkward laugh. 

You knew that you most likely appeared slightly insane based on your behaviour, and it didn’t help that you forgot your jacket when it was snowing outside. Your driver probably thought you were drunk, and at that moment, you did feel slightly inebriated from the rush of emotions. 

You wouldn’t have left the wedding if you thought there was a realistic possibility that something would go wrong. They were about to have dessert, meaning it was the perfect time to slip away. What honestly had your heart hammering away in your chest was the question of what would occur next. 

What would you say to him? What would you do? What was the appropriate way to approach the subject? Should you be direct? Or should you try to make conversation first? 

A piece of you knew that if you didn’t act immediately, you would lose your confidence, which meant time was of the essence. Yet your minefield of thoughts silenced when the driver stopped at the bridge and the familiar male melted into view. 

After ushering the driver a bill, you didn’t waste a second before climbing out of the vehicle. Once you were fully stood outside and subjected to the icy pelts floating down gracefully from the sky above, there was only one thing you wanted to do. 

This time Iwaizumi noticed you instantly, his eyes blinking wide in surprise. Before his mind could catch up, his feet were already carrying him towards you. Similarly, your body reacted quicker than your brain. 

“What are you doing here? Where’s your jacket? Did something happen?” He was already in the process of securing his own coat around your shoulders once you were close enough to touch. 

But rather than answer his questions adequately, you elected to say what you wanted to say for a while now. 

“I want to be with you.” Swallowing once, your y/e/c irises drifted down to his lips. You were acting purely on impulse, but it was liberating to state your truth finally. “I want you, Hajime.” 

Ahead of you, the athletic trainer could not conceal his reaction. He tried to vocalize something - anything, but nothing tangible came out. And before you could lose your edge, you lifted up on your toes and pressed your lips against his. It took him less time to react to the kiss, as his palms were on your cheeks straight away, and his mouth moved against yours with fervour that further warmed your chest. When you pulled away to catch your breath, you saw Iwaizumi continued to struggle to find the correct words, which was oddly adorable. 

“I’ll take that as you want me too.” 

A smile took form over your lips as they collided against his once more. With your arms taking their rightful place around his neck; you wished that the ending credits of a Disney film would start playing. You internally begged the heavens above to confirm the future of your relationship with the words, “and they lived happily ever after.” Yet, the confirmation you were desperately seeking could not be given to you. While you did not know it at the time, if there were something to be displayed for your imaginary viewers, it would be only one word. 

Intermission. 

Because you were in the middle of your story. Not the end.

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[transorkos]

The Oathkeeper’s Awakening

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Orkos did die when Kratos stabbed him, but something, someone, brought him back….

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“Son of ink black and the endless void, awaken.”

The rush of air filling his lungs took Orkos by such surprise it hurt, sitting upright and grasping at his stomach. The sharp pain of the knife was still fresh in his memory, but when he looked down, there was no blood. No scar at all, save for the ones from his oaths. His eyes darted around, realizing he was no longer in the sun dappled fields of Sparta, but instead in an ornate room, sitting on a large table. He recognized the architecture as Olympian, but wondered if he was in the nicer part of the Underworld as opposed to the Asphodel Fields or any other dank corner. Maybe being the son of a god had its perks after all.

He tried to stand up, but found himself unable, his whole body aching. Being dead sure did hurt, he mused, wishing his crutches were still with him. Though since he was dead, he supposed he did not have to be in any particular rush to be anywhere. Maybe he would sleep more.

Just as he prepared to lay back down, the tall door behind him opened, and entered a vaguely familiar face. He quickly sat back upright, squinting slightly.

“We’ve met before, haven’t we?” He posited.

“Yes, when you were just a child, when your mothers brought you to Olympus.”

“Ah, yes… forgive me, my memory is foggy, but since we are both dead, I guess we will have plenty of time to catch up, yes?” Orkos offered an appeasing smile, though it quickly faded when the woman spoke again.

“Oh, you are not dead. Well, you were dead, but not anymore.”

His expression went blank for a solid thirty seconds, the inner cogs of his brain working harder than the ones in the statue of Apollo. He backtracked mentally, as if to reaffirm that yes, Kratos did stab him. He remembered pain, but also relief, as everything around him faded… and then he woke up here. Was he having some strange post-death hallucination?

“Your mind does not deceive you, Oathkeeper.” She placed her hand on his shoulder, “for your service to Olympus, Zeus has rewarded you with a second chance. A second life.”

Orkos stared at her as if she told a joke in poor taste. Never before had Olympus interfered with his life, save for his father, but he supposed he did not really count. “Since when did the king of the gods care about my fate?”

“Since we became aware of Ares’ treachery.” She sat down next to him. “You did us a great service, Oathkeeper. Laying down your life in service of Olympus.”

“I… was just doing what was right.” He did not have the energy to tell her his actions had nothing to do with Olympus. Personally, he could care less if Olympus flourished for a thousand years or burned tomorrow. He acted out of his own desire for revenge against his parents, as weak as he was in the process. If it were not for Kratos, he would have never had a chance to act at all. Did that mean he used the Spartan, like all others before him? He shuddered at the thought, guilt prodding his heart. Kratos was the first person in a long time to show him kindness, and he hated to imagine that he could not repay him. Perhaps that is why he was so willing to lay his life down.

“Hm. Regardless of intentions, you have been rewarded. However… there is a caveat to this gift.” Her gaze was stern, forcing Orkos to make eye contact. He fiddled with his fingers, finding the eye contact uncomfortable, but holding it out of respect.

“You must leave Greece. Your tenure as keeper of oaths is complete, and if you are found to still be alive, Ares will hunt you down, and make you wish you remained dead.”

Orkos found memories itching at the back of his mind of the last time he saw his father. He instinctively tensed up, as if preparing for a moment to flee once more, but exhaling as he remembered he was in no current danger.

“Yes, yes, that makes sense. Ehm… you don’t suppose I could say goodbye to Kratos, before I leave?”

The woman laughed briefly, a sort of chiding laugh reserved for parents when their child tells them some outlandish tale. She shook her head, regarding him as if he was not a full grown man. “No. The Spartan must remain unaware of your resurrection.”

“Because he would ask to resurrect his wife and child?” Orkos blurted this out without thinking, quickly shutting his mouth after. The woman’s relaxed expression grew slightly more intense, answering his question wordlessly. He cleared his throat nervously, rubbing his beard.

“Well, ahah, I do appreciate what you have done for me, truly. I am in a bit of a conundrum though, for this is happening so fast. I… I am afraid I do not know where to go. Or even how to go!” He gestured to his body, specifically his back, a bit exasperated.

“Yes, we know.” She returned to her feet, gesturing for a guard to bring something in.

“There is a ship leaving that will take you somewhere far away, where you may start anew. From there, you will be beyond your father’s reach. You will not be alone, however.”

The guard lead in an admittedly massive ram with shimmering golden wool. Orkos recognized it from illustrations, but he could hardly believe he was seeing it with his own eyes.

“The Golden Fleece? But I thought—“

“The Fleece is armor crafted from the wool of this ram. As a sign of goodwill, we give the creature to you. It will protect you, and be a beast of burden in your travels.”

Orkos heaved himself up from the table. His body still ached, and it was hard to stand without crutches. Limping awkwardly, he approached the ram, offering his hand for it to sniff. It did so, bleating lowly, allowing him to get closer. Inwardly he could not help but be excited, as he was never allowed a pet before.

“I cannot thank you enough, truly… ah, apologies, I still do not remember your name.”

“I am Athena.” She responded simply, approaching him and producing two new crutches. “My brother Hephaestus forged these himself, they will serve you well.”

Orkos did something he found himself not doing often— smiling. He had never received gifts of such thoughtfulness, regardless of if he had to die to get them. He slipped his arms into the crutches, finding them a good fit, feeling his body pain ease greatly. “I truly do not know how to thank you, Athena, this means so much to me, more than you could ever understand.”

“You can thank me thusly,” she approached him again, placing her hand on his shoulder and forcing him to look at her again.

“Leave Greece. Never return. Your time here is done. Do we have an understanding?”

Orkos felt anxiety trail up his spine again. He knew what this was about. It is not that he particularly was a threat, it was more so that his mere existence as living could set Kratos against the Olympians. There was always more than one motive behind a God’s gift, he found. With slight reluctance, he nodded.

Athena relaxed then, smiling and patting his shoulder. “Excellent. Your ship is waiting. So long, Orkos, may you find peace.”

She left without ceremony, leaving him alone with the ram. He shuffled out of the room, looking across the glimmering sea that lay before him. Even if he was given a choice, he realized he had a better chance at happiness out there than he ever did here.

[allthingsfangirl101]

EST–Chapter 26: Tests

Masterlist

One gasped when the Russians threw her into a room similar to the one she was just in. She quickly stood up and turned around, her back to the wall.

"What do you want with me?" She asked.

"What we paid for," the head guy said in his thick Russian accent.

"What you. . ." Her breath got caught in her throat when I realized what he meant. "You're who Brenner sold me to before he died."

"Nice to officially meet you, Experiment 001."

He took a step toward One and she instinctively took a step back. She gasped when he grabbed her hand, dragging his fingers along the creases in her palm. She held her breath as he brought her hand up to his mouth. One had to force herself not to cringe when he kissed her knuckles.

"Let's get to work," he said, his voice low. "Show me what you can do."

"No," One said, standing up straighter.

"Excuse me?"

"Not until you let him go."

"Oh," he chuckled. "That little sailor down the hall? You want us to release him. That's sweet."

He sent her a smile that instantly turned into a smirk. Before she could do anything, he quickly brought his hand up, slapping her. She fell to the ground but refused to cry out in pain. She looked up at him and glared.

He made a show of fixing his rings and his sleeve. Without breaking eye contact, One stood up. He took another slow step toward her making One's back hit the wall when she took a step back.

"Or I could bring him in here and play Russian Roulette with him and my trusty revolver until you do as I say," he threatened.

One's anger built inside her as she took a step toward him for a change. "If you touch him," she said, dropping her voice, "I will burn this place to the ground with everyone in it."

The general smiled as he let out a small chuckle. One heard someone cock their gun. She instantly raised her hand, the gun flying to her. She used her abilities to hover the gun and turn it toward its previous owner. One didn't have to look at the guy as she made the gun go off.

"Perfect," the general chuckled. "That's exactly what I wanted."

                                * * * * *

It's only been an hour and the Russians have run One through at least ten experiments. They tested her abilities, pushing her rougher and further than Brenner and his lab rats ever did.

They started off easy but got harder with each test. At first, they had her put thoughts into one of the guard's heads. This one, she didn't mind doing.

"What do you want me to tell him?" One asked as she stood in front of her test subject.

"Anything you'd like," the general laughed.

One reached forward and gently touched his forehead. The guard's eyes fluttered closed.

One used her powers to drag a chair over and push his body into it. Purple energy waves started to flow out of her hands as she stood behind him. She placed her hands on either side of the guard's head.

She closed her eyes as she guided the energy into his brain. Usually, she whispers what she wants the man to do, but this time, she kept that surprise to herself.

She took a step back, her hands dropping to her side. The Russians looked between her and their comrade.

"Well?" The general asked. "What now?"

"Now," One sighed. "I wake him up."

One reached up and touched the back of his head. The place she touched was exactly in line with where she touched the front of his head. She took a step back as he started to wake up.

Everyone held their breaths as the guard stood up. He reached for his gun, quickly turned, and killed the other guard responsible for hurting Steve.

The other guards in the room roughly grabbed him. General smirked as he stopped them. He turned toward One with a smirk.

"Did you tell him to do that?" He asked sounding a little too pleased.  One nodded.

"Perfect!" The general laughed. "Let's see what else you can do."

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She could barely breathe as she used to abilities to stop a bomb the Russians had set off. She closed her eyes, an image of Steve tied to a chair helped her gather what little strength she had left.

The Russians started applauding as she successfully forced the explosion back into the bomb and shut it off. She collapsed, exhaustion overwhelming her. She had tears streaming down her face as her whole body shook.

"Please," she whispered. "Please stop. I can't. . . I can't do this anymore."

"We're not done, маленькое оружие." (Little weapon)

One gasped when a guard roughly grabbed her, forcing her to her feet. She couldn't help the whimper that came out as they dragged her to the medical table. She was too weak to fight back as they strapped her down. One of the guards grabbed a needle from the table. He handed it to the general.

"Please," One whispered. "Don't. . ."

"Relax, дорогая (dearie)," he smirked. "We're just going to ask you some questions."

She gasped in pain when the general stuck the needle into her neck, pushing the fluid into her body.

"Questions you'll be forced to answer."

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The Russians asked her every question. They asked about the lab, about who she was before, and who Brenner created her to be. They even asked her about the people she was spending her time with now. As much as she resisted, she couldn't stop herself from telling them everything.

She told them about Eleven. She told them about the other kids at the lab. She told them about Hawkins and Steve and the others. As soon as she told them about her friends in Hawkins, she begged them not to hurt them.

They eventually had to stop asking her questions because the more of the truth serum they gave her, the more her words slurred. Until she eventually passed out. She woke up to a blinding pain in her side. She tried to fight, to get away, but she couldn't move. She looked down and saw them drilling into her leg.

"What are you. . ." She cut herself off as another scream ripped through her throat.

One's scream echoed down the hallway and drifted towards the room they were keeping Steve in. He could hear the pain in her voice. He looked up at the guard, his anger boiling when he saw the guy smirking.

"Where is she?!"

[metize]

Behave.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Yagami Light/Reader Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Praise Kink, Yagami Light is Kira, L is reader's brother, but no one's supposed to know, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Blackmail, Coercion, Sexual Coercion, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, 'good girl's, AFAB reader - Freeform, Misogyny, Workplace Sex, Desk Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, this is filthy, I'm so sorry, Manipulation, Top Yagami Light, Jealousy

A/N: Filth! Absolute dirt! I'm the Trash Man! I come out, I throw trash all over AO3, and then I start eating garbage! Enjoy.

"You seem to get along very well with L."

You could practically feel your heart stop when Light said that. You felt so stupid, of course, this guy would figure it out. You tried your best to look unfazed while you panicked on the inside. The black-haired detective and you were trying to keep it a secret from the task force that you were siblings. You cursed Ryuzaki internally, he had been acting kind of protective towards you and it was bound to raise suspicion.

“You think so? I’ve just been trying to be on good terms with everyone.” You deflected.

The investigation room was empty save for the two of you, there was a single monitor showing the news broadcast reporting on the most recent Kira murder. You focused back on the files you were sorting through. Your older brother never cared much for organizing and that drove you mad. You glanced in Light’s direction again, he was staring at you, his gaze sent shivers down your spine, you just forced an awkward smile.

"Did you let him fuck you yet?" He deadpanned.

"W-What the fuck? Of course not!" You answered abruptly. You were offended that Light would even ask something like that. The crude way he said it too, made you blush in embarrassment. You found it weird he'd say something like that, usually Light was nothing short of a gentleman when addressing you.

"Don't get coy all of a sudden. Just admit you two are fucking already." He sounded annoyed now. He got up and got closer to your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. You sometimes felt intimidated in his presence, now in the middle of the night, alone with him towering over you, this feeling increased tenfold.

"T-that's disgusting! Why are you even saying that? We're just… we're just friends, coworkers who get along, whatever!" You started to crack under the pressure.

Light brows furrowed for a second and then his eyes widened in revelation. A grin formed on his face and he burst into laughter like he had finally gotten the punchline to a joke. His laughter was scary, loud and almost maniacal.  You didn't know how to react exactly so you looked at him nervously and confused.

Did he believe you? Did he find the misunderstanding funny? Was that it? You hoped that was it. You offered a weak smile as his laughter died down.

"I was so caught up in this… obsession… this feeling of jealousy… ah. It was obvious all along. You're siblings. Siblings!" He shook his head smiling "This is pathetic. You're becoming such a nuisance with your distraction."

He figured it out, of course it had only been a matter of time. But that realization took way too long for his liking. He was blinded by the rage of the idea of L having you and he didn't stop to consider any other possibilities.

"Excuse me? I didn't-" You got up and started to retort his rude comment.

"Shut the fuck up." And you did so out of shock. Light wasn't like this normally, he was relatively courteous and nice. Why was he so… brutish all of a sudden? He smiled at your obedience. "Good girl."

The praise felt so dirty, you frowned at him. Being infantilized was something you were used to dealing with in the workplace, being surrounded by older men. But Light was pretty much your age, what was he thinking?

You didn't have time to wonder because the man grabbed your collar and pulled you into a kiss.

You tried to push him away instinctively and ask what the fuck he was doing, but Light grabbed your wrists. He held them so tightly it almost marked your skin. Your lips were still closed so he bit them to make you part them. He kissed you aggressively as if he was punishing you for something. his tongue entered your mouth deepening the kiss and claiming your mouth for himself.

He tasted like coffee and sin.

"God, and I thought fucking L's girlfriend was a good idea, this is way better." He sounded extremely amused. "I wonder how is he going to react when he finds out I fucked his pretty little sister?"

Ryuzaki had always had a bad feeling about Light, he mentioned you should be careful around him, you knew all that and here you were. You thought he was being overprotective, to be fair Light wasn't the first guy L had a bad feeling about.

Light's hand was now caressing your hair, smiling content with your current predicament and very proud of himself.

"We… w-we can't." You tried to come up with an excuse. "We work together, so it would be-"

"I am Kira."

You heart stopped when you heard those words. Everything started connections in your head, every lead, every tip, every death. You still had many questions, some things didn't make sense, but as you stood there looking at that man's face it was clear that he wasn't joking.

"W-why are you… telling me this?" You tried to back away slowly. You could hear your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

"Because I feel like keeping you to myself." He smiled sinisterly, every step back you took he stepped forward to approach you again "I was contemplating killing you after pounding your cunt, but I told myself I deserved a little treat."

Hearing him talking about murdering you in cold blood activated your flight instinct immediately. You turned away and rushed towards the door, but as soon as you tried to twist the doorknob and open the door, it was locked. You twisted the knob again and again, desperately trying to unlock it with sheer willpower.

“Stop that, you’re smarter than this.” You heard his voice right against your ear, his hands now grabbing your waist and caressing you through the fabric of your blouse. “There’s only one way you leave this room” he placed a kiss on your neck and you shivered despite yourself “with my cum leaking down your thighs” he grabbed your throat suddenly “and invisibly leashed to me, like a good little pet.”

You were shaking, incredibly aware of Light's bulge pressing against your ass, one hand toying with the hem of your shirt and the other still holding your neck possessively.

"Are we clear, pet?"

You felt his grip tighten a bit so you just quickly nodded your head. It showed to be the wrong answer, because you were punished with a sharp swat to your ass.

"Use your damn words, there's a reason I chose not to gag you." He grabbed your face, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Say 'Yes, master'."

He was a sick fuck. You wanted to scream at him and call him exactly that. You wanted to push him away and go home already. But god damn it, you wanted to survive this.

"Yes… m-master."

He smiled at your obedience and his grin made you sick to your stomach. He placed a kiss on your temple and pat your hair gently.

"There you go, good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He turned you around quickly and pushed your back against the door. His mouth was on yours again, his hands slipped under your shirt and you shivered feeling his cold touch on your skin. The fabric was restraining his hands so he grew frustrated and started to undress you at once.

"Y-you don't… have to do this, Light. I promise I won't tell anyone, just let me go and-"

"Don't waste your breath. You'll need it when I get to choke you properly…" he answered simply, amused by your perseverance, all the while looking forward to breaking it. "I want to fuck you, so I'm going to do it. I have the whole world in my hands and it's not a little pet that's going to deny me what I want. Understood?"

He tossed your shirt on the floor and started pulling your pencil skirt up. He glared at you for not answering and you promptly spoke up.

"Understood."

He smirked. You felt his fingers trace your slit over your panties, you shuddered and instinctively tried to move away.

"Don't fucking move." His other hand grabbed your waist holding you in place. His tone was harsh and you were so fucking scared.

"Sorry"

"I'm sure you are… Good girl, at least you have manners." He chuckled at that. "Not that your decency matters, look how wet you are for your master…"

He stroked the wet fabric to emphasize his point and you tried to hold back a moan, but it was useless. It felt good, of course it felt good. Light was a hot guy, he obviously knew his way around someone's body and you were only human. His lips captured yours again and he kept playing with your clothed sex as you made out. You could swear you were going insane, the pleasure of his hands on you was intoxicating and his mouth on yours had you gasping for air.

"Get on your knees. Now."

You needed to survive this, you needed to be useful to him. The way he ordered you around did excite you but you needed to stay focused. You were not supposed to feel good, you were supposed to find a way out of this situation.

For now that meant kneeling before Light as he pulled out his cock for you.

You gulped as you eyed him, of course Light Yagami had a big dick, you had to have suspected it. But now you had to give him head and you knew very well he wasn't going to go easy on you. He saw your hesitation and scoffed in amusement.

"Go ahead pet, you want to prove to me you're worth keeping around don't you?" He smiled devilishly at you.

"Yes, master." You murmured and licked your lips. You could do this. And, in a weird way, you kind of wanted to do this, you wanted him to praise you more, to call you a good girl again… you repressed the thought. This is disgusting, Light is disgusting and a murderer. You were strong you won’t fall for his games.

You grabbed his cock by its base and started to gently suck the tip. You looked up at him before taking the whole shaft into your mouth. You sucked him off to the best of your, limited, abilities, trying to get him deeper with each bob of your head. Maybe if he came in your mouth he wouldn’t touch you further, maybe he’d let you go.

Your hopeful thoughts are interrupted by the man’s hand grabbing your hair forcefully, you looked at him and he was grinning like the maniac he was.

“Sit still, let me use your throat a little bit.” His voice was unshaken. You felt a bit annoyed he didn’t seem phased by your efforts. You didn’t have time to dwindle on that feeling because Light was grabbing your face and fucking your mouth as soon as he finished his phrase.

His pace was unrelenting and you felt your spit dribbling down your chin, you tried to breathe in small intervals and you could see him laugh at your predicament. You felt rage but he slowed down his thrusts and started petting your head. Like a kid. Like a pet.

“That’s a good girl, such an obedient little pet…” he breathed and pulled out “Bend over your desk for me.”

Fuck. You were out of breath, you could only nod and do as he said. You didn’t even think of disobeying his order, he praised you again, you were doing a good job… You got up and rested your torso on the desk. He was going to fuck you. Light was Kira and he was blackmailing you into submission. This was an absolute nightmare. So why the fuck were you so turned on?

“You know where you belong, don’t you, pet?” You felt his presence behind you and he pulled down your panties. “Not above anyone, not next to your brother… Not even by my side.” He pulled your hair and you yelped despite yourself “You belong under me.”

He entered you forcefully and you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the intrusion, he didn’t prepare you with his fingers, he didn’t touch you properly at all, it hurt and he knew. But he didn’t give a fuck.

“You should be grateful to your master, whore.” His hand reached around your neck his grip making you gasp. “Tell me you can be obedient.”

“I can!” You cried and you felt his other hand reach between your legs to press your sensitive bud.

“You think you can be useful? Do you think you deserve to live to serve your master?” His thrusts were getting harsher and he groaned “Do you?!”

“Yes, master, please, master!” You begged. To cum, to live, anything. Light held your life in his hands and you were so scared, but so turned on.

“You better....” He grunted and kept on rubbing your clit “I fucking own you. I’m going to cum inside you, going to make you my breeding bitch.”

Oh no. That wasn’t good. That was a bad idea.

“N-no… please not inside” You heard him laugh at your resistance.

“Then tell me… tell me his name.” His name? Fuck. Ryuzaki.

You couldn’t tell him his name. Was he going to kill you if you didn’t? You couldn’t do it. You sobbed and grasped his arm in fear.

“No, I can’t, I can’t!” You cried out shaking your head. The pleasure was overwhelming and you came on his fingers screaming. “I can’t! Ah!”

You saw stars, Light never stopped pounding you as he laughed maniacally at your desperation.

“Know your fucking place… useless cunt.... Fuck-” His laughter died down and he pulled you closer as he came inside you.

You felt his spent dripping down your pussy, you trembled both from the orgasm and from fear of what came next. Light pulled out and turned you around, smiling amused at your scared face.

“Don’t worry, pet, of course I wasn’t counting on a dumb slut like you telling me this information…” He pat your head and you stood there with tears rolling down your face “You’re beneath me, I don’t need you, I don’t need your help. I’ll find out eventually.” He chuckled and wiped away your tears “But I do know your name. So you better behave.” He kissed your forehead. “Won’t you, pet?”