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minnielvrr · 1 month ago

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Skz AU: Captured—1.1

Lee: Hyunjin, Chan Ler: Han, Minho Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Okay so the warning below is more for part 2 of this chapter but I'm gonna leave it here just in case😅 this is still kinda intense

*this is going to be really rough i'm ngl, bordering on tickle torture so anyone who isn't comfy with that is advised to scroll*

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“Feels like we haven’t all been in the same place in ages. Remember when missions were simple? Just us against the world?” Hyunjin sighed softly, stretching his arms above his head as he followed behind Chan.

“Simple, huh?” Chan glanced back with a playful smirk. “You mean when you’d rush in without a plan, and Lix and I had to clean up the mess?”

Hyunjin let out a laugh, elbowing the older in the side. “Yah, you reminisce about those times the most!” He retorted, then grew quiet. “At least we were together back then. Now it’s like we’re scattered all the time. Even Felix—he’s been a ghost lately.”

Chan leaned against a nearby tree, sharp eyes scanning the surrounding foliage. His voice was softer, almost wistful. “He’s busy, Jinnie. You know how he is—always stepping in where he’s needed most.”

“Yeah, I know…” Hyunjin sighed, kicking little pebbles into the underbrush as if venting his frustration on them. “It’s just weird, that’s all. I miss my angel.”

A thought popped into his mind—another face, another name—but Hyunjin shoved it down as quickly as it came up.

Some people leave your life for good, despite how much you need them, regardless of how much you begged them to stay, he thought bitterly, shaking his head to clear it.

This wasn’t the time to wallow. They had to stay alert.

Chan smiled faintly, his tone warming as he spoke. “That’s our Felix. Ever on his feet. They find out he could speak multiple languages, and now he’s getting whisked away all over the base. It’s like he barely has time for us anymore.”

Hyunjin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pictured Felix buzzing around HQ, multitasking with an effortless charm. “You’re right. Lixie always comes through. I just… I miss him, you know? His little jokes, his laugh…”

“Me too,” Chan agreed with a chuckle. “But next time we see him, let’s demand some make-up brownies. You know he won’t say no to that!”

That earned a genuine, giddy grin from Hyunjin. “Make-up brownies? You’re a genius, hyung. He’ll fold in a second.”

The memory of Felix’s signature brownies warmed him, even as the forest around them grew colder and darker.

The place was eerily quiet. The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as they continued their patrol. It was as if the trees themselves were holding their breath in anticipation for something.

Hyunjin trailed a few steps behind Chan, eyes scanning for any movement, something about the silence set his nerves on edge.

“Hyung, do you feel that?” he asked, his voice hushed but tense.

Chan stopped, his brow furrowing. “Yeah,” he murmured, just as a faint rustle came from the shadows. The two whirled around towards the sound, blood rushing in their ears.

Before either could react, strong hands grabbed them in a tight headlock and the world blurred around them. “Fuck! Hyung—ow!”

There was a sharp sting in Hyunjin’s neck had a woozy feeling taking over his every sense. The last thing he heard was Chan’s panicked shout and the murmur of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. Then a heavy darkness.

“Okay that was the last of it. Jisung-ah, are you done yet?” Minho’s voice echoed in the dark room as he stood back and admired his handiwork. “Hmm, yeah! This ought to be enough.”

The two victims’ wrists and ankles had been bound to chairs as soon as they were brought in. Their muscles were stiff and sore and a splitting headache from the drugs had the duo whimpering in pain as they regained consciousness.

Hyunjin woke up first, eyes fluttering open to fall on Han, dumping a heavy box on a table nearby with a resounding boom.

He groaned in pain. The loud noise seemed to stab at his ears. Han whipped around at the sound, an unnervingly elated expression on his face.

"Oh! Finally awake princess? Thought you'd sleep forever." His condescending voice had Hyunjin's blood boiling.

"Jisung, you asshole." His voice dropped with venom and barely contained hatred.

Han grinned at him, "Are you sure you want to talk to me that way? You do realize the position you're in, don't you?" Hyunjin glared but kept quiet.

A voice sounded just then, making them both jump. "Who are you? Where are we?"

"Channie hyung..."

"You're Chris, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you from Lix.”

Chan’s struggling body went very still. “Lix……How do you know Felix? You motherfucker, if you’ve done ANYTHING to harm him, I swear on—”

The chair rattled violently as Chan struggled to lunge at their captor, a vein popping out on his forehead in anger. If looks could kill, Han would be six feet under right now.

But the man just laughed nonchalantly, as of Chan was a toddler throwing a fit. “Ooh, how scary~” He mocked in a high pitched voice, bursting into laughter soon after.

“Didn't you know? Lixie's one of us. We sent him over to your side as a spy.” Han goaded, pausing dramatically to let the weight of his words really sink in.

A maniacal smile appearing on his face when Chan blanched and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his bangs. “What?!” They chorused in shock.

“How naive, did Lix really trick you all that easily?” Han was prattling on, seeming elated that he had caught the duo by surprise. “Wow, I can’t believe how gullible you’ve become Jinnie! The Hyunjin I knew would NEVE—”

“What do you want?” Chan’s quiet voice cut through the taunting, giving the younger pause. Han observed him for a moment before he replied.

“Give us the location of the other three. What were their names again? Cha…Changbin! Ji—Jung? Oh! Jeongin and… Seungmin, right? Tell me where they are and you can be free!”

It was a blatant lie; he had just found Hyunjin again after an eternity apart and he wasn’t about to let him go so easily. But that was a tiny little detail they wouldn’t have to worry about…for now at least.

“What Felix couldn’t find that for you?” Hyunjin spat out, his handsome face contorted in disgust.

It hurt to think about Felix’s betrayal but Hyunjin knew there was more to it. There had to be.

There’s no way the other had betrayed them just like that. It didn’t make any sense.

Hyunjin resisted the urge to beg or even ask Han why he was doing this. He didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction of seeing him be desperate and scared.

"Do your worst, you asshole. I won't give you anything."

"Should I hurt him instead, Jinnie? Would you give me what I want then? Or do you not care about your hyung at all?" Hearing that nickname fall from Jisung’s lips sent a pang through Hyunjin’s chest.

He hated the way it had morphed from the familiar love to a deep-seated hatred. But when the words finally sunk in, Hyunjin froze; wide, scared eyes turning to look at Chan.

"You wouldn't." He sounded winded, even to himself. "Care to test that out?" Han’s voice was suddenly deeper, more authoritative. It wasn’t an empty threat.

Hyunjin struggled against the ropes, his shoulders screaming in pain from the unnatural position he was in. His arms were wrenched behind the chair, rough ropes biting into his skin as they secured him to metal hooks at the back.

They had to escape this hell hole. Han was insane, willing to hurt anyone to get his way. Or so it seemed to Hyunjin.

Han’s collection of blood-chilling torture tools lined the walls, each one meticulously placed, whispering a silent promise of unimaginable pain.

The room was a graveyard of twisted steel and splattered blood. And the reality of their situation finally seemed to set in.

Hyunjin gulped as discreetly as possible, fear clawing at his throat. He tried to hide it, but Han noticed. Of course, he did. Han stalked over, leaning in uncomfortably close.

With a single finger under his chin, he tilted Hyunjin head up to look up at him. "Are you scared Jinnie? Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you too much. But I can’t promise to not break you if you don’t comply."

The second time was the charm. Jinnie. It fueled a roaring fire within him. He despised the easy way it rolled off Han’s tongue, and his fury boiled over.

"Don't you dare say that name. You lost the right to call me that that the moment you betrayed us." Hyunjin gritted out, eyes blazing.

Han just shrugged, as if he didn't care. He probably didn't, that damned traitor. It left a bitter taste in Hyunjin’s mouth.

With a cold chuckle, he whispered, "You’ll never be anything more than a lapdog, Han. A pathetic little pawn doing someone else’s dirty work.” Han’s left eye twitched, then.

Han growled, frustration bubbling up as his gloved hand snapped to Hyunjin’s throat. The rough texture of the rubber pressed into Hyunjin’s sensitive skin.

But instead of choking, he squeaked, cringing away, his face flushing red, yet Han held firm.

"Hmm?" Han let out a quizzical sound, gripping Hyunjin's chin and forcibly tilting his face to the sides, examining his neck.

Perhaps he was injured? In that case, Han could use that to his advantage to get the information he needed.

On the other side of the room, however, Chan muffled a giggle at the situation, everything being too funny for him to hold back.

They would both be so screwed if Han realized what was going on. But something about the situation told Chan that Han wasn't planning to hurt them.

It was just a hunch but he felt quite sure of it, despite knowing close to nothing about the younger. Hyunjin stayed still as a mouse, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to stay quiet, every muscle tensed in a futile resistance.

Suddenly Han's hands slipped down his neck to where his shoulders met his ribs, brushing his gloved fingers curiously over the area. Hyunjin jolted, barely managing to rein in the shudder and whimper that threatened to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking his lips in.

He understood how dire this situation was. He knew Han would do whatever it took to get what he wanted to.

He was infamous for his ruthless nature and odd interrogation tactics. The trait having caused quite a few disputes in the time he worked with Hyunjin’s team.

Unfortunately for the older, he had never thought to ask Han what exactly he did.

"Oh?" The smirk that adorned Han's face had even Chan, seated all the way on the opposite side of the room shivering. Hyunjin was not going to survive. It was over for them.

Cautiously, Han dragged the tips of his gloved fingers over the exposed skin of Hyunjin's armpits. "Mhmhm!" Hyunjin protested, lips pressed together desperately. He had to endure this, he had to, he had to!

His skin tight attire might’ve been invincible in battle, but under Han’s wiggling fingers, they only served to amplify the effect.

Hyunjin tried to curl in on himself but was quickly reminded of his current position. He was helpless.

There was nothing he could possibly do to even mute those torturous sensations spreading all over his skin.

Han, on the other hand, seemed to relish every moment, his mind racing as he realized the control he now had over Hyunjin.

“So, are you still not going to spill their location?”

“Fuck off Han. You’re a fucking traitor and now you pull this stunt and actually expect me to snitch?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. You see, Jinnie, I have this special way to get my captives to talk. You’re gonna be the first one too! Don’t you feel honored?”

Han had never failed to make his victims talk. And he knew Hyunjin, they'd been friends before they were enemies and no one knew Hyunjin better than him. That, unfortunately, included all his weaknesses.

“You look just as sensitive as you were back then, maybe even more so now.” Han observed, sounding as though he were in a trance.

“Are you still ticklish everywhere, Jinnie, or has that changed?” He sounded excited, like a child getting a present they’d wanted.

“Isn't that such an easy thing to exploit? ” Han brought his clawed hands closer and closer to Hyunjin's belly, watching in fascination at how the ferret trembled in his containment, sucking his stomach in as much as he could to stall.

But his demise was inevitable. Hyunjin lurched forward when the younger's fingers made contact, flinching with a shriek. This really was the one thing he couldn't stand.

No one had ever prepared him for such a scenario and poor Hyunjin was stumped for an appropriate reaction.

Would laughing mean that he'd already lost? How long was Han going to torture him this way? What would happen to them after this?

Hyunjin shook his head frantically, trying to kick out but his legs didn’t even budge in their restraints.

No no no no NO!

This couldn’t be happening right now. It was much too ridiculous. What kind of interrogation involved tickling of all things?!

Hyunjin blushed, feeling extremely flustered under the stares of the 3 men.

“W-what? N-no of course not you idiot!” He snapped quickly, clenching his fists as if it could slow his racing heart. He knew from Han’s sadistic smirk that the ruse was up.

“NO! Stay awahay!” He yelped when Han approached him, picking something up from a table as he sauntered over.

He hadn’t expected it to tickle as much as it did, and by the looks of it, neither had Jisung.

A delighted look bloomed on his face, eyes keenly drinking in Hyunjin’s every reaction as he dug his gloved fingers further into his victim’s ribs.

The door opened then and another man walked in. His impassive face seemed to be sculptured by Michelangelo himself. The very picture of beauty. Han smiled sweetly at Minho, earning a smirk in return.

“Hyung check this out! Guess our usual tactic would do perfectly for our cute little victims. Hyunjin looked frantically from Han to Minho, he did not like where this conversation was heading.

And with that Han leaned forward and dug his hands into Hyunjin’s sides. The poor man tried holding back, sucking in a sharp breath and biting his lip.

As if that would help. Han was determined and in seconds, he had broken down Hyunjin’s resolve, leaving him squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

“Fahahahack stohohohop ihihit youhu ahasshohole!!” Hyunjin squealed, a frantic high pitched noise, trying but failing once more to lurch away from the unbearable sensations.

He looked cute like this, thought Han, writhing helplessly under the lightest touch.

It was humiliating, the way Hyunjin couldn’t hold back his sounds and that only seemed to make the younger that much happier.

Minho stood in the corner, his watchful gazed locked onto Chan. A few things were immediately clear to the observant kitten: firstly, if Chan's reaction was anything to go by, he seems insanely sensitive.

And secondly that Chan's ears were growing red just by seeing Hyunjin get wrecked, his front teeth biting into his lower lip until it was glowing painfully.

So, with an amused hum, he left the older be. Maybe allowing him to get a glimpse of what would soon happen to him would make him spill faster?

Minho’s cat like eyes flickered over to his new toy. Chan’s breath hitched when they made eye contact, making Minho’s lips coil up in a smirk.

“Hmm what should I do with you? Your partner seems to be very ticklish. What about you?” Chan hadn’t ever felt more put on the spot than in that moment.

He gazed fearfully up at Minho’s calculating stare and easy smile. He looked like he was already enjoying this little mind game. “Answer me, Chris. Or do I have to make you?”

A chill ran down Chan’s back when he felt Minho’s stare on him. His head snapped up to look at the silent man approaching him and Chan felt pinned under the steely look that was trained on him.

“Th-that won’t work. I’m not ticklish at all! NO—you-you’re just wasting your time please!”

The older’s frantic blabbering only sealed his fate. Minho’s brows quirked up, an amused smile making its way onto his face as he kneeled in front of Chan.

“Don’t you worry! I have plenty of time to spare Channie~” Minho’s velvety tone had Chan’s heart racing anxiously.

He was so screwed.

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cheshireliam · 4 months ago

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Victor Main Story: "Episode 0"

Main Story Route Release Commemorative LINE Campaign

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection; expect mistakes, grammatical errors, and some creative liberties. All original content and media used belongs to Cybird. Please support the game by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

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This is different from the Chapter 0 story that will be sold in-game.

Part 1 – “My First Contact With Death”

The sound of a music box echoes through the air.

A distant past, a memory so vague that most of it had already been long forgotten — all that remained of it was a small fragment, barely lingering on.

Through your vision blurred by tears, a shiny music box came into view.

The beautiful melody reached your ears, your tears stopping as you looked up.

And yet, you couldn't recall a single thing — not who was playing the music box, nor who wiped away your tears.

You had just lost your beloved cat.

And so, you started going to church to help the little one go to heaven.

One day, while you were praying in tears, a man spoke to you.

???: Why are you crying?

…

Option 1: Bottle it up.

Kate: It’s nothing.

He quietly walked away after gently touching your shoulder.

???: I’ll always be watching over you, until the day I see you smile again.

— Fin. —

…

Option 2: Speak your mind.

Kate: My cat died.

His eyes resembling a pair of gemstones gleamed in the moonlight, and his hair was the color of a dark night. Dressed in elegant clothing, the man looked like a prince from a faraway land.

As he sat down next to you, he listened to you speak, occasionally nodding in response. But the more you spoke, the sadder you felt, to the point tears welled up in your eyes once more.

In the quiet, empty church, what finally stopped your tears was the sound of a music box.

???: Here, this is how you make it play.

In that faded memory,—

His eyes were shimmering like precious gems.

Part 2 – “The Ruined Church”.

You became a mail carrier.

One day, you received a notice at the post office, it said a church was looking for volunteers to help with community service activities.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you upon seeing the name of the church…

…

Option 1: Volunteer.

Kate: It’s been a while, perhaps I should join them.

You played with the children, helped out at the bazaar, and spent the day taking care of an orphaned young boy.

It took him a while, but the boy gradually warmed up to you. By the end of the day, he was sitting by your side beaming with joy.

But it was soon time to head home…

…

Option 1.1: Hurry home.

Kate: The eggs will be sold out if I don’t hurry!

???: It puts me at ease to see you living happily. I’ll always be here watching over you.

— Fin. —

…

Option 1.2: Drop by a bakery before heading home.

Kate: Maybe I’ll stop by that bakery I’ve been interested in, before heading home.

???: I hope all your days are filled with such simple, ordinary happiness.

— Fin. —

…

Option 1.3: Head home after saying a prayer.

(I pray these children will be happy tomorrow too.)

The instant you made that wish in your prayer, a deafeningly loud noise ripped through the air and your vision was clouded by smoke.

…

Option 1.3.1: Escape.

(I need to get out of here fast!)

You successfully escaped to safety.

???: I pray today’s events don’t leave scars on your heart. Stay somewhere safe, as the place you truly belong is under the sun…

— Fin. —

…

Option 1.3.2: Freeze in fear.

(Oh no, I can’t move!)

???: Stand up! We need to run!

You knew neither the face nor the name of the person who took your hand.

But in the midst of the explosion that engulfed the church, that large hand was the only thing that made you feel safe.

— Fin. —

…

Option 2: Don’t volunteer.

Kate: There’s a performance I want to see on that day! So I’ll give this a miss…

???: Us not meeting must also be fate. But, if—

???: If, somewhere along the way, you decide to share your fate with me, the darkness welcomes you with open arms.

— Fin. —

Part 3 — “That Fateful Night”

Every day, you went about your usual work as a mail carrier.

One day, the head of the post office asked you for a favour. Apparently, the post office needed someone to make night deliveries.

…

Option 1: Accept.

Kate: Please let me do it.

Your destination is…

…

Option 1.1: A luxurious mansion.

(Hm… this mansion doesn't have a mailbox.)

You gave the gate a gentle push and it opened inward with a faint creaking noise.

And so, fate took the lead.

Little by little, you were led toward a love you could never turn back from.

— To be continued. —

…

Option 1.2: A bookstore named “Kingsley Books”.

(No one’s in. I’ll come back tomorrow then.)

A book laid at your feet.

…

Option 1.2.1: You were about to pick up the book, when…

(What’s with this book?)

Just then, someone appeared next to you and picked up the book before walking away.

???: It’s not time for you to pick this book up yet.

???: Please live your life freely.

— Fin. —

…

Option 1.2.2: You picked up the book.

(What’s a book doing here…?)

You flipped open the untitled book, it was as though you were drawn to it by some invisible force.

At that moment, a gust of wind swirled around you, and your vision was blinded by a flash of light—

???: Welcome to the twisted fairytale world! We have one new guest~~ yay~~!

And so, you embarked on a journey in this twisted fairytale world, searching for the “missing piece”.

???: Hey, Kate. The first story you picked up… is mine.

— To be continued. —

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xxiiam · 3 months ago

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KISMET༄

Chapter 1&2 ! | this is chapter 3,4&5 !

Contents - will be a long series , Rockstarbf! Choso x reader , fakedating, slow burn , eventual smut , plot with porn - wk for this post - 4.4k

AN - inbox always open , this is also posted on ao3 and wattpad like usual - they get chapters quicker because I post each chapter separately rather than grouped up here !

Chapter 3 , 4 & 5

he rubbed the back of his head in response , “uh yeah when you put it in simple terms yes I’d like you to consider fake dating one of the members- since you know there’s already allegations and footage of such..just consider it I’m not saying you have to do it just consider it. There’s financial benefit well look after you and everything no problems”

“I’m not doing it”

“You TOTALLY have to do it are you kidding y/n?” Nobara said shaking you whilst sitting on the couch, you shook your head , “but nobara were perfectly happy how we are now what if the dating just leads to problems and I just get like bullied by the internet” . She sighs , “yeah but..think about how great it would be how many connections you’ll make if you take the offer he said you had a week to think about it in case you do or don’t want to take the deal. Maybe if you do this, you’ll finally have an idea and a stable enough environment to pursue something you want!”

Nobara always knew how to talk you into things , the next morning you called off work and called kento back , “hi y/n nice to talk to you again so have you considered what we talked about a little more?” You hesitated for a while , “I think I wanna do it. Yeah I want to accept your offer. I want to fake date choso.”

You heard kento adjust himself in his seat he started to write stuff down and his voice had more excitement behind it , “you know what y/n that’s great thanks for thinking it over more , how about I send a car to pick you up now and we can meet face to face with choso and do some more talking yeah? Get ready the car will be there in an hour”

What have you gotten yourself into? What were you supposed to wear? You decided to dress casual in a long sleeved shirt, a denim skirt, tights and Uggs . The car arrived outside your apartment complex and you got in , “are you excited to meet the band members- oh how rude of me I’m kiyotaka ijichi..I drive the guys around and stuff and help nanami and I do other stuff like that.” You sat comfortably in the back , “seems like a lot of staff for a band that is relatively still small” . He smiled , “oh but they’re not so small anymore they have grown in popularity at an almost alarming rate the band’s joint social media account has just reached 1.1 million followers as of this morning!”

Impressive, just two mornings ago the main account was sat around 650k this must be why they’re pushing for more publicity with a relationship scandal. You didn’t really have a sense of direction in life , sure you had ambitions and wants and needs but you weren’t sure in what you truly wanted , did you want to make your name finally known just for it to be a bassists girlfriend?

At the office you sat with Kento as he explained your schedule for the coming weeks and plan for today.

Kento pushed his glasses up, “choso is on the way and you’ll be meeting the band later for you know some chemistry building so you can have a feel for the vibe and stuff. Building bonds and such” you huffed as your stomach started to churn , no big deal just a band . They’re human they’re just people it’s not a big deal. You shifted in your chair , “can I go for a smoke?” You asked nervously , Kento looked over his shoulder to the door , “yeah sure just uhh don’t take too long yeah?”

You nodded and started to walk out of the building, you stood near enough to the entrance and put a cigarette to your lips , Nobara scolded you for smoking but it was just an old habit you had picked up and high school and struggled to quit cold turkey. So you just thought to never stop since it would relieve some stress. Fuck.

You forgot your lighter. Who the fuck forgets a lighter. It must still be in your bag. Smoke break ruined .

“Need a light?”

You heard a familiar voice and looked up , choso. You nodded , “yes please” you held the cigarette in your mouth as choso’s hand covered the other side of your mouth lighting it for you, he then lit one for himself . “You don’t look like the type to smoke” he said bluntly , “you look like the type to smoke just for aesthetic reasons” you retorted in the same blunt nature. He sharply exhaled out of his nose , an almost laugh . “So you said yes then?” .

“Why else would I be here?” , “I’m not sure you might be a stalker” .

You scoffed , “it’s for your benefit you want publicity for your band don’t you? And I want more money . It’s a win win..also what happened to you supposed to be in a different city by now?” . He shook his head , “tour is on hold because of my mishap bumping into you , it continues next month so we have time to publicly be seen together, do pr interviews . Post each other on Instagram in subtle ways that isn’t so subtle to the public. Things like that. Then you’ll be coming on tour with us” he said the last part like it was a complaint.

You squinted at him as you put your cigarette out on the floor, “are you fuckin serious I have a job I can’t just leave to go on tour I have a life here. How am I supposed to explain to my job- oh yeah sorry can’t work for a couple of months need to be a pretend girlfriend for a phony band in my phony life” . He held his hand out with half of his cigarette left , “what?” You asked sourly , “take it you clearly need it, it’s all taken care of. Nanami is a good guy he’s good at his job , your job is hiring a stand in for you as we speak. If this was such a problem for you , you could’ve just said no to the offer since you love the coffee shop so much.”

“I don’t. It’s just stable I like stability. This is not stable , I’m..nervous to say the least. I don’t mean to be a bitch I just you know this isn’t a normal thing to do. It’s not everyday you go from coffee shop barista to rockstars girlfriend” you stared off at the passing cars and started to contemplate if this really was a good idea. Choso stood in front of you, “what do you want to do then. A perfect life, no coffee shop no fake dating?” He seemed sincere, he wasn’t the same rushed hot headed man you met in the coffee shop.

You shrugged , “I don’t even know, I didn’t go to college I didn’t stick into anything i have no goals no aspirations I’m just kinda…floating through life waiting for a change” saying it out loud you felt pretty pathetic to say you expected choso just to laugh. “You sound like me before the band started to take off, I was just waiting for the band to take off so I wouldn’t have to admit that this was all for nothing, but uh…I guess it was all for something it’s starting to look good”

You put the second cigarette down , “maybe this will be a good profession just being a fake girlfriend for the rest of my life” , “you think I’d want to stay with you in a fake relationship forever?” . Okay he’s not all nice afterall . Who wouldn’t want to be with you forever you’re a catch. You and choso walked back up to kento’s office together minimal chatter mostly silence. Nanami stood up with a slight smile , “I see you’ve met once more, smoke together? Great bonding experience, you’re both doing great already now you guys wanna sit so we can discuss the plan for today and this week together?”

Awkward. Was the only word you could’ve described the situation as. Choso sat legs spread slumped in the office chair next to you picking at the tassels of his hoodie , chipped black nail polish adorned his pale fingers and he fidgeted with his lip piercings or an occasional ball of his tongue piercing swiping across his lips. He always seemed to be wearing something baggy no matter where he was, he didn’t seem the type to dress up for any occasion no matter how formal it may be. “Are you even listening to me choso?” Kento asked as he pushed up his glasses to the bridge of his aquiline nose. Choso swiped his tongue piercing across his lip once more , “yeah she meets the band, we make a public appearance once more and start to integrate her into my life some more, you know this is putting a real pressure on my music career. I’m supposed to be practicing with the band now that the tour is on hold for alleged mental health reasons. Which is complete bullshit actually in fact this might cause me a mental health crisis, look at her” he said gesturing over to you.

You sat up straight in your chair , “what is that supposed to mean? Are you implying I’m ugly or something?” . He rolled his eyes , “no I’m just saying you don’t match my aesthetic at all why the fuck would you be a rockstars girlfriend?” You could’ve laughed . “I don’t match your aesthetic? What are you a fashion blogger or a bassist for a C-list band?” . He clenched his teeth together the muscles and tendons in his jaw becoming taut . Kento sighed , “do you two need an intimacy class booked too or do you think you can work out whatever little dispute this is?”

“We don’t need an intimacy class Kento we’re good we’re fine just every time I say something she always finds a way to twist my words and say a snarky remark , it’s rude that’s what it is” choso huffed . “Don’t say dumb shit then , I don’t know what you want me to do choso I can’t wipe your ass every time you verbally shit on me” you said crossing your arms , he smirked in response you weren’t too sure if it was out of annoyance or he genuinely found what you said funny.

Kento stacked his papers neatly , “very well, I think we’re done here how about I drive us to meet the rest of the band now hm?” Choso quickly got up , “good we’re done wasting time” . You scoffed , “you make it seem like I’m the one holding you hostage here ,what’s your deal if you didn’t want to do this so bad then why did you agree to the deal?” . He spun around on his heels , “I don’t like female attention I’m a bassist . It’s my job how would you feel if men came to fawn over you at your job. I’d like to settle down and I don’t want teenage girls attacking my future partner over their parasocial ideals. So I’m gonna stop it before it has time to fully mature, plus I don’t want all the attention I like my brothers to have more attention than me they’re family. Family means everything to me” .

Wow choso said something that actually shocked you. Maybe under all this clouded gloom was someone you would actually like to be with. Even if it is pretend. But who was his brother?

Down in the parking lot you stood at a black suv , tinted windows and everything . How fancy . Choso opened the car door for you allowing you to get in, how gentlemanly of him. Before abruptly slamming the door..rude and opening the passenger door and attempting to sit down before Kento hissed , “choso get in the back , don’t be such a kid” . “Fine whatever I will” he said getting into the back with you. You put your seatbelt on and to no surprise choso did not , “seatbelts are there for a reason you know” he kissed his teeth and looked out of the window , “I never wear them unless I’m driving but even then half the time I don’t.” , “that’s not very safe I’d think a man who prioritizes family would also prioritize his safety to not worry his family” .

His eyes met yours once more, “I will always make sure I’m safe for my family. I’m a safe driver, are you I’d hope so if you’re giving me all this talk” . You grumbled in embarrassment, “I…don’t know how to drive” he smiled cockily in response , “you’re twenty three and you can’t fuckin drive?” . You rolled your eyes , “oh my god give me a break , back in the country side we would just bike everywhere and since moving here I just walk or take the train I am doing good for the environment if you think about it” . He smiled once more , “bullshit I bet you’re just scared” . “So what if I am , there’s no shame in being scared to drive and for reference I’m not scared of driving I’m scared of other cars driving into me!”

He laughed, “you’ll get over your fears with practice I promise…” his words trailed off but he started again a few moments after , “so the country side…why did you leave- well move here out of all places, big city leaving your parents your family your friends, scary stuff”

The conversation seemed to flow so smoothly when choso was in control asking questions he seemed a lot more genuine and interested much more than sitting in the office having Kento talk at us. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all..”well choso I am a big girl I couldn’t stay in that small small village forever, embarrassingly enough I don’t know if you could tell or anything but I’ve never been much for making friends. Sure I’m friendly to an extent, I’d want to put myself out there to meet new people to an extent. I’m not some recluse by any means I just y’know never really fit in all that well. But I do have my best friend Nobara. It was her dream to move out here. Work for a big name fashion magazine company, I couldn’t let her go without me. I wanted to be here for her to see her through on her dreams.”

You let your words trail off , putting everything into perspective made things much more embarrassing said out loud , you felt you hadn’t truly lived yet , nor experienced much. Plus your tendency to overshare to anyone who is willing to listen added insult to injury. You glanced up your eyes meeting once more choso seemed a lot more comfortable speaking to you , his gaze was much less abrasive than what it was like usually toward you, “that’s..sweet. You’re not all bad y/n maybe this can work out afterall. If not, I could be your friend if you would let me”

“I just might”

Kento parked the car at the music studio , you had not seen much of this side of the city . Much more rich areas , not that you were poor by any means just , scraping by . But comfortably . Comfortably scraping by. You met rent each month with some to spare , groceries didn’t cost too much since you’d just take some food home from the coffee shop which was against store policy but you couldn’t give two shits. Choso held the car door open for you and closed it behind you , “don’t look too impressed , you should’ve seen our old studio. Not as fancy but a lot more homey” , you hummed , “what was it one of the members garage?” . “Uhm actually it was the basement” he said in a mocking tone.

Walking in choso held every door open for you and you assumed slowed down his walking pace to match yours , his tall stature provided a sense of comfort you had not felt in a while. This foreign experience was made a little easier now that you and him weren’t friends by any means but on a friendly ish term. Kento opened the door , “and y/n this is the rest of kismet , play nice everyone” he said sighing and sitting down at a chair by the side of the door . “Nanamiiii” Satoru the white haired lead vocalist called out , “no coffee no sweet treats? Dude you’re lackinggggg today” he said in a jokey tone.

satoru was the least alternative out of the band but his visuals might be the most interesting , pale white skin , piercing blue eyes , thick white eyelashes and an even frostier shade of white as his hair color. He wasn’t much for piercings facially wise he had two eyebrow piercings on his left eyebrow it was so the focus wasn’t drawn away from his beautiful features , or so what he had said in interviews but you had seen clips of him shirtless and he had his nipples pierced so that was a surprise to say the least.

Nanami groaned in annoyance by satoru’s pestering, “please just leave me be for ten minutes. Just stop talking to me” the band seemed pretty close with their manager which was sweet most bands the manager just takes advantage of the band and milks them dry for money. Choso didn’t leave your side , “don’t be scared they don’t bite” he said leaning down into your ear so only you could hear. Shoko was the first to greet you, “satoru don’t be so rude we have a guest” she said putting her arm around his neck and practically dragging him toward you both, “nice to meet you, I’m shoko are you the fake girlfriend?”

You smiled awkwardly, “that would be me, I’m y/n” . Satoru rolled his eyes resting his elbow onto shoko who was a good head and a half shorter than him , “choso I have no idea why you’d agree to this who would want to be tied down when we’re reaching our peak- no hate to you at all I mean you’re gorgeous and everything” he said finally making eye contact with you , “thank you?” You said you had become more closed off now because of that comment. “I don’t give a shit I don’t know why you’re so excited the only girls who want you are like fourteen weird to be flexing that satoru”

He rolled his eyes once more , “there’s plenty of women who are above legal age who want a piece of this” , “only girl who could truly love you is your mother you are such a pig satoru” shoko said putting a cigarette to her mouth and lighting it. “I think it’s good , it’s what choso wants and he like you said picked a good looking girl” . Suguru made his appearance , “so shallow- you both only care for appearance I’m sure y/n was it?” , “yep , lovely to meet you” . He smiled at you , “see how polite I’m sure y/n is a lovely girl just because choso doesn’t want to give his dick up so carelessly doesn’t mean you should shame him satoru”

Choso looked down at you , you were very bombarded by the crowd of individuals in front of you , he placed his firm hand onto your shoulder , “let me introduce you to sukuna” he said softly . sukuna sat manspread on a couch eating some kind of fast food , “y/n this is one of my brothers, sukuna.”

Oh wow so sukuna is his brother , one of them so he has more? . “Oh hello I’m y/n .. chosos fake girlfriend” . “Yeah I know who you are choso won’t stop bitching about it, in my fuckin ear do you know how tiring it is? I have yuji all like , oh my god sukuna what do I do why isn’t Mia or Mai or some other unknown random not texting me backkk then I have choso , ugh sukuna why is my life so harddddd I can’t believe my life is this harddddd” you laughed while choso pressed his lips together in a thin line , “you should watch your diet fat fuck you’re almost thirty you know metabolism slows down like crazy at that age and plus you’ll start balding soon” . “Oh whatever suck my dick you know I’m bulking” .

“Yeah when is that bulk gonna stop fat shit?” , “when you get the balls to get a real girlfriend instead of a fake one pussy ass bitch and bringing up my age IM TWENTY SIX IM NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THIRTY” he said angrily pushing the last of his burger into his mouth , “yo are you good at Mario kart?” He said his eyes meeting yours , he looked a lot more intimidating than what he actually was, who would know a 230 lbs of muscle , 6’7 , tattooed with a body littered with piercings man would be asking you about Mario kart. “Uhm I haven’t played in a while but I’m like pretty okay I’d say.” , “good because yuji is taking a massive shit right now and insists we play but I don’t wanna fuckin play with him he’s trash” , you laughed in response , “yeah who do you play?” He looked up and made a face at you like you asked an outlandish question , “the big og donkey fuckin kong obviously he’s the man” .

Choso screwed his face up , “why is yuji here? Why isn’t he working?” Sukuna pushed his hips forward so he could slump into the couch more , you could start to see the resemblance between the siblings in the way that they sit , “uhh because he doesn’t work mondays you fuckin troglodyte” , “yeah big guy spell troglodyte, go on I’ll wait” . Sukuna pondered for a while , “okay . T R O G L I-“ “wrong already” . Sukuna scoffed , “fuck out of my face choso I like your fake girlfriend more than you already go to the gym your skinny ass arms are pissing me off”

Well the short temper must run in the family. The door opened and another pink haired boy walked in , his face lighting up when seeing Kento , “Nanami the man..any snacks? Any sweet treats?” . Kento was almost drifting off into a nap state , he must not get much sleep having to deal with the band , and since you assumed this was Yuji it was sweet to see that he was also well acquainted with family members, satoru put his arm around yujis shoulder , “I asked the same thing dude but no he’s lacking like crazy maybe we need a new manager” . Kento pushed his glasses up into his hair and rubbed his eyes , “I am your manager not your errand boy if you want snacks call up ichiji not me” . Yuji grumbled , “hey ichiji isn’t errand boy either he’s a sweet little guy” . Yujis attention was quickly interrupted by catching glance of choso who was now sat down next to sukuna leaving you still awkwardly standing .

“CHOSOOO NO WAY” he said practically bouncing over to you three , “ooh who’s this?” You smiled at him , “I’m y/n nice to meet you” . He grinned back at you , “yuji im yuji their younger brother how do you know the band are you a new assistant?” . Choso slowly stood up , “no yuji this is my new girlfriend- fake girlfriend to us but to public eye she is my real girlfriend don’t say anything to anyone at all ever” yuji oooo’d and ahhhh’d before grinning again , “that’s sweet what do you do for work and stuff are you a singer too? In a band or something?” .. you felt kind of ashamed in a way . Just a barista . You really needed to make a name for yourself. “Oh I just work in a coffee shop downtown..nothing exciting” . “Oh no no the opposite totally you know I always wanted to be a barista at like Starbucks so I can make one of those videos where they’re like , here’s your pink drink what else is pink” you stared at him dumbfounded..what did he just say . But sukuna laughed to humor him , “i saw that on instagram reels” sukuna said starting to laugh at himself .

You just smiled and nodded in response , there was a stark difference in the brothers but they all seemed very genuine and authentic , “what do you do for work yuji?” You asked whilst sitting down because choso finally gestured you to sit in between him and sukuna.. not much room since they’re both chronic man spreaders but it’s okay. Yuji giggled , “oh I’m a fire fighter !” WHAT? WHAT KIND OF FAMILY IS THIS TWO ROCKSTARS AND A FIRE FIGHTER . Yuji was still smiling and then swiftly flexed for you to which sukuna quickly humbled him , “looking skinny yuji get back to the gym” . Yujis face dropped , “why don’t you get out of the gym unc you’re looking like you’re on roids no wonder you’re so angry all the time”

“I’m not a pussy I’m not on steroids you sick fuck” sukuna said screwing his face up at yuji , “you need to be in the dentist’s office for a checkup shark teeth eughhh” he said holding his nose. Choso just smiled , he must be used to this . That’s why he was able to keep up with you berating insults at him.

It was sweet in a way

Their own strange way.

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morgana-larkin · 2 months ago

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Ok, as promised, the people voted for the next chapter of Just Tired so here it is! I was actually surprised in how close it was as Just Tired was just 1.1% ahead of the suspended one shot. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

Summary: You and Melissa put her new bed together and of course you both test it after.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37

Just Tired - Part 38

Warnings: Smut, hair pulling, slight hint of biting, bondage, vibrators, strap-on, overstimulation

Words: 2.9K

“So you take piece B and 2 of the long screws and attach it to one of the E pieces.” You instruct her confusingly before looking at her. Melissa is sitting on the floor of her bedroom with all the pieces laid out, as you sit on one of the dinner table seats that she brought up for you to sit on.

“Can you pass me the 2 screws?” She asks and you look at all the screws on the nightstand. You look at the picture of the ones needed before you look at all the screws and find 2 of the screws and hand them to Melissa. “Thank you.” She says before she continues to work.

“You know this is a 2 person job.” You tell her.

“If I need you to hold something then I’ll let you know.” She tells you before she puts one of the screws between her teeth to hold on to it and you hum.

You then watch as she rolls up the sleeves of her green shirt and see a thin layer of sweat make its way on her neck from the 10 minutes of work. She put her hair in a ponytail earlier and her bangs are framing her face perfectly. After she rolls up her sleeves, you see the smallest hint of her muscles that you’ve seen before and can’t help but stare.

“When you’re done checking me out, mind reading the next step?” She asks and you snap out of your daydream and look at the instructions.

“I wasn’t checking you out.” You say, entirely unconvincing.

“I’ve seen you check me out enough times to know the look.” She tells you. “Now what’s the next step?”

For the next hour, you tell her the instructions, hand her the right screws and help her hold something up when she needs it.

“Alright, how’s that look?” She asks you and you look at the finished bed frame.

“I like it. What do you think of your new bed frame?” You ask.

“I like it as well. Let me get the mattress and box spring.” She tells you as she goes to the window but then looks back.

“What?”

“I think I want to move things around.” She says.

“Ok, and have things where?” You ask and she thinks about it.

“I want to have the bed in the middle of the room instead of close to the closet and bathroom.” She says and you nod.

“Well it shouldn’t be too hard. You’ll just have to move the nightstands and bed frame over.” You tell her and she then moves everything over.

“So I want to have my vanity table here.” She says as she goes to the side where the window is. “And then my dresser here, in between the bathroom and closet.” She explains and you nod before she walks over to you. “And I want you on the bed after I get it all ready.” She adds and you look at her before she leans down and kisses you.

She then goes and puts the box spring and mattress on the bed frame. She gets the new sheets that she bought and puts them on the bed as you put the new pillow cases on the pillows. You had to convince her to just throw out the old sheets instead of burning them as you didn’t want to accidentally have a fire. She only agreed to throw them out if you fucked her with a strap after the bed was finished and you happily agreed. You honestly weren’t that surprised when she got pink sheets and white pillow cases for the bed as she said her favourite colour is pink. She then walks up to you and has her hand out to help you up and you take it.

“So since I’m not going to burn the sheets, I think it’s time to pay up.” She tells you and you smile before she helps you to the bed. She then takes your shirt, sweat pants and underwear off before she goes into the night stand and gets the strap, dildo and lube out.

“You seem impatient.” You tell her as she puts the strap on you. “As if we didn’t have sex yesterday.”

“Well technically I haven’t had anything in me for about a week.” She tells you and you hum as she climbs on top of you.

“Well I’m no scientist but I’m pretty sure you have to have nothing in the way to have something inside of you.” You say and she smiles.

“Maybe I want you to undress me.” She says as she slides her hands down your body, starting from your shoulders. You then immediately take her green shirt off and Melissa immediately kisses you, making it hard for you to take her bra off, and you feel like she knew it. After a few seconds, you manage to unclip her bra, take it off and throw it somewhere in the room. You kiss all over her chest and you hear a whimper from her before you take a nipple in your mouth and she gasps. “Oh god, I love the feel of your mouth.” She says and you look to see her eyes are shut.

“Do you want to sit on my face before you sink down on the strap?” You ask her before you start kissing around her breasts.

“I-I would love that.” She says breathlessly. She then pushes you so you’re laying on your back and then she gets off the bed and takes her pants and underwear off. You prop yourself up on your forearms and stare as she undresses and then as she gets on the bed and gets on your lap. “Now how am I supposed to get on your face if you’re not laying down?” She asks you and you give her a kiss before you lay your head on one of the pillows.

Melissa climbs up your body until she’s above your head. She puts her hands on the headboard before she lowers herself. You wrap your right arm around her thigh and her pussy connects with your mouth. You take one big lick of her entrance, you moan at her taste and she gasps at the sensation. You do a few more licks of her entrance before you stick your tongue in and you hear her let out a breathy gasp. You look up at her and see her eyes shut and her mouth open in pleasure. Her red hair up in a ponytail with her bangs framing her face perfectly, with a few strands starting to stick to her skin. Her boobs start moving as she starts riding your face, and you can’t help but reach up with your left hand and play with one of her nipples. She lets out a beautiful moan before she grabs your left hand and gets you to keep squeezing her boob as the sensation is overwhelming her.

You then pull your tongue out, move up a bit and start sucking her clit. She puts her left arm on the headboard as she falls forward slightly as she lets out a gasp. You suck and lick her clit the way you know she likes and she starts riding your face like crazy, almost as if she’s doing it unconsciously.

“Oh my god Y/n, I’m close!” She screams out and you go back to licking her centre and bring your right hand to circle her clit. She wraps her fingers around your hand that’s still squeezing her boob before she screams out as she comes. Instead of licking everything up, you remove your tongue from her as she takes a few breaths and looks at you.

“Wanna sink down on the strap?” You ask her and she smiles before she gets off your face.

She looks and sees your lips and chin full of her juices and she kisses you. She kisses you with force and with hunger as she can’t get enough of you. She moves one leg over you as she straddles your lap and looks at you. She then aligns the dildo with her entrance and then sinks down on the dildo, taking it all in, little by little, stretching her out. You keep looking at her until she bottoms out and she smirks at you before she starts moving her hips.

You realise that she picked the dildo that will also rub your clit at the same time as she moves on it and you gasp out. You go to reach out to touch her but she slams your hand down on the bed and she looks at you. She interlocks her fingers with yours and she brings her other hand to lay beside your head on the bed as she keeps riding the dildo. She then brings her hand to your cheek and looks at you with a smile. Before you have to react, she pulls you up so that you’re in a seated position and you wrap your right arm around her waist. You bring your left hand up to her face and move a few strands out of her eyes and she brings your hand to her mouth and starts sucking on your middle finger. You dig your fingers of your right hand into her skin and push her closer to you before you bring your hand to her clit. Melissa gasps out at the sensation and looks into your eyes and knows she wants to spend her life with you.

“I love you.” She tells you breathlessly and genuinely and you smile.

“Prove it, come for me.” You say to her and she leans her forehead against yours and wraps an arm around your neck as she’s close. With your left hand you’re able to grab her ponytail and pull her face off of yours and you quickly put a nipple in your mouth. She screams out at all the sensations you’re giving her before she comes hard. You don’t stop though, you keep doing everything you’re doing, you keep sucking on a nipple and rubbing her clit. Her hips stopped when she came but they start moving again very quickly.

“Oh my god, Y/n.” She says softly and you pull her hair again.

“I know you can come again.” You say and she lets out a whimper. You graze your teeth on her nipple and pull her hair again and she looks at you. You lock eyes with her and she can see the mischief in your eyes and you can see the enjoyment in hers, she’s enjoying this rougher side of sex. She feels her third orgasm fast approaching and she moves her hips faster, chasing her high. She then comes again and you pull your hand away but she grabs your wrist and brings it back to her clit.

“Keep going until you come.” She says and you smile and nod.

“I’m close.” You tell her and she moves her hips faster and you moan and pull her hair again.

Melissa knows her fourth orgasm is already at its peak but she holds it in. She then sees you bring your head back from one of her nipples and then you gasp as you come. Once she knows you came, she lets go and her fourth orgasm rushes through her. She goes limp in your arms and you wrap your arms around her and she leans her forehead on yours.

“You ok?” You ask her and she nods. You get her to lean on your right arm and then carefully place her down beside you.

You then take the strap off and go to the bathroom to clean yourself off. You then come back with a cloth and clean her. Melissa flinches at first due to the overstimulation but still lets you clean her off. You go downstairs quickly and come back with 2 glasses of water and put one on the nightstand that’s closest to her and then get on the bed on the other side.

“Are you tired?” You ask as she keeps closing her eyes and she nods. You lay down and you wrap your arm around her and pull her closer to you and she nuzzles her head on your chest before she falls asleep. You manage to pull the blankets on to you both before you fall asleep yourself.

She wakes up sometime later and looks to see she’s still on you and that you’re looking at your phone. You feel her movement and look to see she’s looking at you and you smile. You move some hair out of her face and place it behind her ear.

“Have a good sleep?” You ask and she hums as she places her head back down on your chest.

“Ya, and I see you stayed with me.” She says and you let out a small chuckle.

“I wouldn’t leave you, and it’s not just because you made it impossible to get out of bed.” You tell her and she looks to see her arm wrapped around your waist tightly and one of her legs is wrapped around one of yours, preventing you from leaving. “Could you set me free so I can at least go to the bathroom?” You ask her and she immediately detaches from you and you run to the bathroom. You come back out a couple minutes later and see Melissa is on her back and looking at her phone. You rejoin her on the bed and snuggle up to her.

“I should go make dinner.” She tells you and goes to get up but you pull her back to you. “AH! Y/n, I should go start dinner so we can eat soon.” She says with a giggle and you shake your head.

“No, we can order something. I’m comfortable right now and you’re not leaving the bed.” You say sternly and she smiles.

“Alright, we can order something. What do you want?” She asks as she opens her phone to UberEats.

40 minutes later the doorbell rings and Melissa leaps from the bed with a giggle, puts a robe on and runs downstairs.

“MELISSA!” You yell as she leaves you tied to the bed with a vibrator attached to your clit.

“BE RIGHT BACK DARLING!” Melissa yells back at you and then opens the door. The delivery person is a bit shocked as she’s holding her robe together, she has flushed cheeks and her hair in a messed up ponytail with hairs sticking up in every direction. “Thank you.” She says with a smile and takes the food. “Have a good night.” She adds to the person before closing the door.

She goes upstairs and lets go of the robe and her naked body is on display. She puts the bag on one of the nightstands and looks at you struggling as you’re about to have your third orgasm. She crawls back on the bed and to you and turns up the speed of the vibrator and holds it in place. You scream out and she has to hold your leg down so you don’t accidentally kick her. You then gasp as you come and Melissa turns off the vibrator and kisses you as you calm down. Once your breathing evens out, Melissa pulls back with a smile.

“Now, does my girl want some food for being good?” She asks and you nod as you stare at her. She unlocks the handcuffs to set you free and you sit up as she goes into the bag and pulls out the containers and hands you one. “Oh, I forgot utensils.” She says before she goes back downstairs and comes back with forks and knives. Both you and Melissa place pillows against the headboard and sit back on those as you eat. While eating, Melissa notices you keep glancing at her food and she sighs. “Here, you can have one bite of my food.” She tells you as she puts some on her fork and feeds it to you.

“It’s really good, and thank you.” You say.

“I know it’s good, that’s why I got it.” She tells you and you chuckle. She then steals your container and takes a bite of your food.

“Hey!” You complain with a pout and she gives it back to you.

“What? Are you the only one who can steal food? It’s a two way street, hon.” Melissa says and you roll your eyes before you continue eating. After you both finish, she takes the containers and puts them back in the bag to throw away later and puts an arm around you and you lean your head on her chest. “You know, there’s still a lot more work but I can’t wait until this house feels like mine.” She tells you and you hum.

“Since you got your own bed, does it mean we’re sleeping in separate beds now?” You ask her.

“Of course not. We’re both sleeping here or in the bed downstairs. I don’t care which one but I’m not sleeping alone.” She says and you smile as you pull away from her chest and look at her.

“Good, cause I don’t want to have to fake a nightmare just to get you to sleep with me.” You say and she giggles before she caresses your cheek and kisses you.

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foggystarrs · 1 year ago

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A Step by Step Guide on Mermaid Courtship [MASTERPOST]

“Read the complete guide explaining mermaid courting rituals, gestures, gifts and more!”

or basically, I info dump about my mer! Sun, Moon x reader fanfiction and what all of their gestures toward the reader mean. Some of these will be seen on future chapters!

Section 1.1:

Shells

“In mermaid courting, it is typical to gift potential mates: shells, trinkets and sea rocks to show their interest in the other. Each shell has a different meaning, similar to victorian flower language (in human terms).”

Here are some of the meanings:

- [ ] Sea rocks/Sea glass (romantic intentions. If they are bioluminescent it could mean “You brighten my day” or something similar, although the colors are also important. Typical courting practices make it so that the gifts are the color of both of the mer’s scales. If the mer doesn’t have scales, then of their favorite color.)

- [ ] Conch shell (romantic, usually in a shade of a mer’s scales to indicate who the gift is from. The first ever gift received as an announcement of their interest in courting you.)

- [ ] Olive Shell (friendly or romantic intentions, usually means “I love spending time with you.”)

- [ ] Scallops (friendly or romantic, usually used as an apology, “i deeply regret everything”. The amount of scallops gifted is equal to how regretful the mer is of their actions.)

- [ ] Sand Dollar (friendly or romantic, usually used to say thank you or express gratitude.)

- [ ] Queen Conch Shell (romantic, usually meant to say “you’re beautiful” or to compliment a mer’s appearance. Is used when trying to ask the mer to be their mate and is the next step in courting a mer. If the queen conch shell is given with a pearl they are asking you to “go steady” or to “start dating” in mer terms.)

- [ ] Banded Tulip (romantic, essentially means “be my mate” or “i am interested in you”, more casual like saying you have a crush on someone.)

- [ ] Pearl (romantic, essentially means “be my forever mate”, the equivalent of an engagement ring for humans.)

- [ ] Scales (romantic, “be my forever mate”, the final step to courting and most obvious one for mers who are more straight forward. Essentially asking you to be theirs. The equivalent of marriage for humans. After all, merfolk mate for life.)

“The act of rejecting a gift given to you by a mer would be rejecting the courting itself, letting the mer know you aren’t interested in them in that way. Be very careful how you react toward a gift, as they are extremely important in mer culture.”

Section 2.2:

Gestures

- [ ] Placing your hand’s knuckles against a mer’s forehead is the equivalent of kissing your hand to humans. Something more gentlemanly and polite. Can be used while introducing yourself, as a greeting or just a general act of affection.

- [ ] Nuzzling is another act of affection, if a mer nuzzles your cheek it would be like they’re kissing your cheek. It is typically done with potential mates, mated pairs, or between mothers and their young.

- [ ] Scenting is something done only with mates,, but on special occasions it is done between friends or pods to ensure the other mer is safe. It’s essentially saying “this person is mine so back off” to potential predators or other mers.

- [ ] Cuddling/Touching/Hugging is obviously affectionate similar to humans. Not all mers are cuddly or like physical touch. Sun and Moon are both cuddly in general, but even more so toward someone they are interested in romantically.

- [ ] Sharing food or hunting together is only done between pods or mates. If a mer offers to share food with you they are probably trying to test the waters to see if they have a chance at actually courting you.

- [ ] Bioluminescence has a huge significance for mer culture. It can be used as a threat display or to attract mates. Body language is a huge indicator on which is the cause, however. For Sun and Moon, the most obvious indicator is their eyes. When threatened, their pupils are not visible anymore, and the bioluminescence on their bodies are almost blinding. When flustered or trying to court someone, their pupils are fully visible, the glow from their bodies softer and easier on the eyes.

- [ ] Bioluminescent mating dances are another aspect of mer courting culture. They often do intricate dances while flashing in bioluminescence for potential mates, in order to attract them (similar to how male peacocks use their feathers to attract mates).

“Surprisingly enough, mers have a lot of traits similar to cats. If they are purring, they are very happy and relaxed. The ultimate trust a mer could give someone is being comfortable enough to sleep while in their company. It indicates that they feel safe enough around you to rest, leaving them in such a vulnerable state in front of you.”

Section 3.3:

Sun and Moon

“Sun and Moon are both salt water mers, with markings on their tails similar to koi fish, yet sharp teeth and claws similar to sharks. They are both 7 feet long in size and can breathe both in water and on land. Being siblings, they each have similar markings along their bodies, each with respective colors to match their environments (with Moon being nocturnal, he has darker scales).

Sun is often friendly toward others, the happy and cuddly mer excited to make friends, while Moon is more cautious and suspicious, often taking up the role of protecting them both. That being said, both are equally protective of what they consider theirs (and equally as deadly toward potential threats). However, if you show Moon that you truly mean to harm, he can turn out to be the biggest sweetheart, oftentimes just as cuddly as his Sunny counterpart.”

How they hunt:

Sun often uses his bioluminescence to blind his prey, flashing it to life in a bright orange flash and using their temporary blindness to strike when they are disoriented. He can hunt, but often more than not can be kind of clumsy and end up missing, getting too excited in his thrill to try and get his catch (Moon tells him he should be more patient, but that’s so boring!! How can he stay still when the fish is right there??). That beginning attack is crucial for him, and if he misses, his prey can more often than not be able to slip away. If he does manage to get that initial bite, then the rest is easy, his claws allowing him to slice through his prey neatly and easily.

Moon is more of an ambush predator, choosing to hide in the shadows and blend in with his surroundings. He chooses rocks, corals and darker places to hide in where his scales can blend in better. He waits until the perfect moment to strike, often using the lure at the end of his head appendage to attract his prey. He is always very precise. He almost never misses an attack, if he does it’ll be by unforeseen circumstances, like unknown terrain, underestimating the prey’s strength or being outnumbered for example. His eyes help him hunt better in the dark, and although he can’t see the best during the day, he can sense the vibrations of his prey swimming through the water (Sun has this ability as well).

Affection:

They both love hugs and nuzzling, often quite touchy and cuddly with someone they are interested in.

Sun loves holding someone close to his chest, he loves the feeling of having his arms wrapped around you while he wraps his tail completely around you like a snake. If you are already mates, however, he is also very big on kisses. Often covering your face with kisses all over and melting when he receives some in return.

Moon loves curling up around you, not exactly trapping you like Sun but still being able to feel your warmth. He also loves holding hands, he loves the feeling of your fingers intertwined, feeling how different your hands are between his webbed fingers. If you caress his face or pet his head appendage he absolutely melts. His favorite moments, however, are when you are in each other’s presence. It could be just sitting near each other, talking amongst the stars or swimming together, he doesn’t mind.

Regarding love languages, both of them would be physical touch. Alongside that, however, they each show their love differently. Moon’s would be gift giving and quality time. Sun, on the other hand, would be acts of service and words of affirmation.

And with that we conclude our guide on mermaid courtship and culture!!

We hope our book was of use to you, and hopefully next time you encounter a merperson, you will be better versed on what their intentions with you may be.

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acesw · 8 months ago

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a short patch timeline on reverse 1999

So I've been going back and forth for almost a year now on comprehending and helping people comprehend the timeline in Reverse: 1999 because oh my god, it's so, so convoluted that it's still taking a long time for me to even write down the information without overexplaining it. And that's just the main story.

However, I've been able to piece together the timeline events by patch and chapter to make things easier for everyone. (...unless you want me to even include the anecdotes, which is another can of worms I'd like to not open.)

However, since 2.0 forwards will be taking place after 1.9, I won't be including the patch names. But, I will put their placements in the timeline without making specific notes to avoid spoilers.

I'd like to first note that 1.6 (Notes on Shuori) has no definite placement on the timeline. The reason why is that 1.6 is personally considered a timeline anomaly; there are plot holes and information that made it difficult to deduce when it took place. (i.e. Yenisei's origins, Getian's character story, Bessmert's* presence) For now, I will leave this out.

Additionally, a lot of the character stories take place between the past and the future. Thus, the character story that chronologically takes place the earliest by far is Lucy's while the latest would be Ezra's.

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First of all, we start with 1.8 (Farewell, Rayashki) in its entirety. From Windsong's past, to her arrival in Rayashki, to when the second "Storm" took place, and Vila and the kids needed to adjust to this new normal.

Next is Chapter 3 (Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien) and Chapter 5's interchapter. (The Star) Both the story of Vertin's becoming of the Timekeeper, and Greta Hofmann's experience with the Apeiron group are both aligned. Greta even mentions Vertin in her log after returning to the Foundation.

Afterwards we skip to 4 years later, and we're now in 1966. (Post First "Storm") Three events occur here. First, 1.1, (Theft of the Rimet Cup) then 1.3, (Journey to Mor Pankh) and then finally, the Prologue of our story. (This is Tomorrow)

Its then quite straightforward afterwards. We immediately follow up with the first 4 Chapters taking us through 1929 to late 1913. Then afterwards, we have Chapters 5-7 taking place within the first 3 weeks of January 1914, and then we're immediately taken to August 1990 at the end of Chapter 7.

I'd like to also add that within those 3 chapters, both rougelikes (Echoes in the Mountains and Series of Dusks) took place within the same time. Although, Series of Dusks ends before Chapter 7 due to Semmelweis and Lorelei leaving with the Foundation right before the "Storm" hit.

Now, in 1990, we start with 1.2 (Nightmare at Green Lake) followed by patches 2.0-2.2, all of which take place in immediate succession. And then for now, we end with 1.5. (Revival! Of the Uluru Games)

So if I put all of these in one list, it looks like this:

Notes on Shuori (1.6) - Undetermined placement

Farewell, Rayashki (1.8) - 1999+1 (1996) -> 1999+2 (1985)

Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien + The Star (Ch. 3 and Ch. 5 Interchapter) - 1999+4 (1987)

Theft of the Rimet Cup (1.1) - March 1966

Journey to Mor Pankh (1.3) - April-May 1966

This is Tomorrow (Prologue) - Jun. 3 1966 -> Feb. 14 1929

In Our Time (Ch. 1) - Feb. 14 1929

Tender is the Night (Ch. 2) - Feb. 15 1929 -> Aug. 1913

Nouvelles et Textes pour Rien (Ch. 3 - Present Time) - Aug. 25 1913

El Oro de Los Tigres (Ch. 4) - Aug. 26 -> Oct. 10 1913

Prisoner in The Cave (Ch. 5) - Dec. 24 - Jan. 4 1914

The Star (Ch. 5 - Interchapter) - Jan. 4 1914

Echoes in the Mountain (Rougelike 1) - Undetermined time, before Jan. 8 1914

E lucevan le Stelle (Ch. 6) - Jan. 6-12 1914

Series of Dusks (Rougelike 2) - Jan. 8-13 1914

Vereinsamt (Ch. 7) - Jan. 12-13 1914 -> Aug. 1990

Nightmare of Green Lake (1.2) - Sept. - Oct. 1990

Patches 2.0 - 2.2 - Sept. - Nov. 1990

Revival! Of the Uluru Games (1.5) - Jan 1991

The story can only get even more convoluted from here. As of the moment, I've been sort of working on a larger timeline to piece the entire story together, especially since we've yet to finish it before the story ends. New stories and information continuously flows in the meantime.

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maybankslove · 1 month ago

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the summer that changed everything

chapter 1.1: pilot

series masterlist

warnings: violence, use of weapons, drinking, mentions of smoking, significant weather event, swearing, mentions of death, stealing, illegal activity

word count: 7.1k

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“that’s what about a three story fall to the deck?” pope said, glancing up at john b from the balcony below. i give you about a one in three chance of survival”

john b teetered on the edge of the roof, balancing on one foot, his beer still clutched in the other hand. “should i do it?” he questions his voice laced with sarcasm while licking his finger and then holding it in the wind. “yeah you should jump, i’ll shoot you on the way down!” pope replies smirking while holding a drill up at him.

“you’re gonna shoot me?” john b shot back and then does finger guns at him.

kiara walks out from the house with a repulsed look on her face “they’re gonna have japanese toilets with towel warmers” she says, clearly unimpressed.

“of course they are, why wouldn’t they?” jj expressed. she glanced around “this use to be a turtle habitat but who cares about the turtles i guess?”

“i can’t have cold towels” “can you please not kill yourself?” kiara chimes before you can respond “yeah john b please be careful” your voice being laced with concern.

“don’t spill that beer! I’m not giving you another one” jj warns him“how much you wanna bet that he drops it now”. you say smirking. they both turn their heads after they hear a thunk to see that he did in fact drop the can. she turns back to stare at jj telling him “told you”.

you stare over at pope, who is leaning over the railing “pope what is it?”. “uh security’s here let’s wrap it up”. we all jump to our feet and start moving fast, darting through the house in a rush to escape. as we near the edge of the house, you quickly scan the room — only to spot jj caught in the grip of a security guard. “jj come on!” you shout out. he breaks free and runs towards her direction and then pope, jj and herself make a break towards the fences. they hop the fences and on the other side they are greeted by kie and john b pulling up in the twinkie. john b shouts out “bus is leaving!” the three of us scramble towards the van and climb inside as john b speeds off.

gary starts chasing us so jj leans out the side of the van holding a beer can in his hand and starts to mock gary, pope joining in “check out gary, gunnin’ for a raise.” when gary yells back, “you little pricks!”, jj hurls the beer can in his direction—missing by a mile—just as kiara grabs his shirt and pulls him back into the van. “they don’t pay you enough, bro,” jj calls out with a smirk as the van speeds away.

the outer banks. paradise on earth some may say. our natural habitat, our home. now it’s split into two different tribes, kooks and pogues. figure 8 and the cut. guess where we aren’t from.

pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish, only some of the names that we have been given.

first up, jj. her closest friend, the person she can count on for anything. hes about as local as it gets. fishing, smuggling, drinking, smoking. you name it, jj is familiar with it. yeah he’s reckless. but it’s not for nothing. every wild decision he makes is rooted in loyalty and love for his friends. a future tax cheat for sure, and hands down the best surfer we all know. and if we are being honest, he’s got a thing for y/n, even if he tries to tell us otherwise.

next up is kiara or kie, as we call her. she grew up on figure 8, but like y/n, she’s a pogue at heart. she loves saving turtles and getting dolphin tattoos. her parents are not our biggest fans. they own the wreck, this outer banks institution basically just a cash cow for tourists. kie and y/n. they’re each others go to for anything and everything. oh, and pope and john b definitely have a thing for her. but we’re not talking about that right now.

and then there’s pope—the genius of the group. a finalist for the luther t. vanderhorst merit scholarship and hands-down the smartest person any of us know. sure he’s a little bit of a weirdo, but he’s one of us and we wouldn’t trade him for anything. now his dad, heyward—he’s a legend around here. if you need anything on the island, you can assume that heyward knows how to get it.

and then there’s john b or, as you like to call him, your savior. you call him that because he was the one that saved you from the bubble wrap of figure 8. gave you a taste of freedom—of what it really means to live life as a pogue. john b lets us crash at the chateau whenever we need. it’s his home, but also it’s our unofficial hangout spot. his dad went missing at sea about nine months ago, chasing some lost shipwreck. it’s been rough on him ever since but he keeps going.

and finally, y/n! daughter of sarah miller. as for her dad? big mystery. no one talks about it, and she’s done asking. she grew up on figure 8 surrounded by the kooks, especially the cameron’s. her mother is best friends with rose being around them wasn’t optional. she may act oblivious, but she definitely has a thing for jj. everyone sees it except for her. ever since she met john b and the pogues, she started spending more time on the cut, and her mom hates it. they don’t see eye to eye anymore—and honestly? y/n is fine with that. she’s finally living life on her own terms.

our day started like any other one, waking up at the chateau, our heads pounding from the party the night before. john b was already up about to leave to go in for some meeting with dcs-probably something about his uncle again. “you look like you slept in a ditch,” kie muttered from under a blanket, eyes barely open. “feels like I did,” john b replied, running a hand through his hair.

after john b wrapped up his meeting with dcs, we all met back up at the dock. the usual buzz of boat engines and seagulls filled the air. but the crowd was quieter than usual—heads turned toward the tv mounted above the bait shop. the screen showed grainy footage of storm clouds swirling in the atlantic. hurricane agatha. making landfall early tomorrow morning right on kildare island.

- the next morning -

you wake up to your mom shaking you awake, her voice already halfway into a lecture. “get up. go get ready—we’re heading to the camerons’. gonna see if they need help cleaning up after the storm.” you groan, pulling the blanket up over your head. “why would i want to do that?” she crosses her arms at you. “because they’re our friends, y/n. and we’re going to help them. we are leaving in thirty minutes—meet me at the car.” and with that, she turns around and walks out leaving your door wide open on purpose. you stare at the ceiling for a moment, fighting every sarcastic response that comes to your mind. you roll your eyes as you sit up, muttering under your breath, “can’t wait.”

you and your mom pull up to tannyhill, the gravel crunching under the tires. ward is already outside and greets us “hey guys, i appreciate you coming by but we’ve got plenty of help already, you’re more than welcome to hang out though!” you force a smile while mumbling “great.” the next 30 minutes drag on, you sitting on the porch while your mom makes some random conversation with rose about god knows what. you get tired of listening to them so you get up and walk off towards the yard. all of a sudden you here “boo” and you nearly jump out of your skin, dropping your phone in the process.

“jj what are you doing?” you say through a laugh, heart still racing as the adrenaline fades. “rescuing you of course, now come on let’s go” before you can protest, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you with him, weaving through the trees towards the dock like it’s a mission. the second you see the hms pogue on the water, that familiar sense of freedom kicks in. he helps you into the boat, his hand lingering for a second longer than it needs to. you slide onto the floor of the boat just as john b turns around from the wheel. “where are we going to?” you ask, eyebrows raised. john b shrugs with a lazy smile. “gonna grab the others and have a chill day on the water. figured you could use the escape.” jj shoots you a knowing look as he plops down beside you, his leg pressed lightly against yours. the engine comes alive, and as the boat pulls away from tannyhill, the tension that had been sitting in your chest all morning starting to calm down.

we pull up to heyward’s shop, the boat rocking gently as john b cups his hands around his mouth like a walkie-talkie. “we have a safety meeting. attendance mandatory.” pope steps out, already shaking his head “i can’t. my pops has me on lockdown.” jj doesn’t miss a beat. “your dad’s a pussy. over.” you smack jj’s leg with the back of your hand, giving him a look.“yeah, like that’s gonna work, genius.” but that doesn’t stop jj talking about how today is some free day. but then an idea hits you “pope make a run for it!” there’s a split second of hesitation before pope bolts, sprinting across the dock and jumping into the boat. you burst into laughter, giggling as he slides in next to jj, slightly out of breath. “you’re gonna get me killed,” pope mutters to you. you turn and head to the front of the boat, settling in with the wind in your hair as John B revs the engine again. next stop: kies.

as we pull up to kie’s dock, she’s already walking down toward us—barefoot, hair still damp, probably just came from surfing. john b calls out “You got some juice boxes?” kiara raises an eyebrow “just some yogurts and carrot sticks.” jj and you immediately exchange a look, looking unimpressed. in sync, the two of you ask, “what about our kind of juice boxes?” she grins, pulling a small cooler from behind her back like it’s a prize. “yeah.” you and jj high five, both grinning like kids “that’s our girl,” jj says, helping her into the boat.

we head into the marsh, the sun high and the water calm. kiara cracks open the cooler and starts passing out beers—one for jj, one for you, one for john b, and one for herself. pope stays at the wheel, designated driver for the day. jj who’s already halfway through his first beer, shouts toward the back, “hey pope, can you go a little faster?” he starts making his way to the bow of the boat, beer in hand. you lean back and sigh, watching him climb up. “oh god, here we go. guys cover your eyes.” “come on guys, it’s gonna work this time” jj says crouching at the front of the bow, trying to line his beer up with the wind like some kind of science experiment. pope obliges pushing the throttle forward on the boat. the boat picks up speed—and right on cue, the beer starts going everywhere, spraying him in the face. “told you!” you laugh while shielding yourself from the mist.

the chaos barely has time to settle when pope suddenly yells, “alright, alright stop!” the boat jerks hard to a halt. everyone flies forward causing john b grabs the side rail, kiara stumbles back into a seat, and jj? jj has gone flying straight off the front of the boat and into the water. “jj!” you shout, already running to the edge, scanning the surface for him. your heart skips as seconds pass with no sign of him, your body ready to dive in. but then he surfaces, “i think my heels touched the back of my head.” “jesus, are you okay?” you ask, checking him over. “i’m good,” he breathes out. “pope what the hell happened?!” “sandbar, the channel must’ve changed” he replies. you glance out at the water “great this whole place is probably fucked”.

a few moments later, pope squints down into the water, his brows furrowing. “guys, i think there’s a boat down there. john b chuckles, not even looking. “shut up.” “no, john b, im being serious—come look!” pope waves him over, pointing into the water. everyone leans over the edge to have a look, “holy shit,” kiara mutters. “that’s definitely a boat,” you say, heart picking up. everyone starts peeling off their clothes down to their swimwear before you all start diving into the water.

we all swim down to the wreck, kicking through the cloudy water as the shape of the boat becomes clearer. after a minute of circling it, we break the surface one by one, gasping for air and grabbing onto the edge of the boat. jj’s the first to speak, breathless but buzzing. “you guys saw that, right?” you nod, wiping water from your eyes. “yeah, but there’s no way that was there before the storm. someone would’ve seen it. there’s like a thousand boats that go through here this area every week.” we all climb back onto the boat when john b suddenly speaks up “that’s the boat i saw when i surfed the surge.” you whip around to face him, eyebrows raised. “you did what?” you say giving him a look that’s half shock, half i’m not even surprised you would do something that reckless. “okay, well, that definitely confirms my theory—this boat wasn’t here before the storm.”

a few minutes later, as the boat gently rocks and everyone catches their breath, pope speaks up. “wait do we know whose boat that is?” john b, already stirring with that familiar gleam in his eye, starts to stand. “no. but we’re about to find out.” You narrow your eyes at him, arms crossed. “john b, really?”

jj starts talking about the water. “dude, it’s too deep. you’re not gonna make it.” john b grins and fires back without missing a beat. “oh, for the weak and feeble jj.” jj gives him a warning “right well, i’m not resuscitating you, just making that clear up front.” “that’s fine, JJ,” john b replies, all calm and casual as he steps over to the anchor. he picks it up, testing the weight, then walks it toward the edge of the boat like he’s about to attempt something completely reckless. “diver down?” pope says, half-joking. john b nods solemnly, lining up with the edge. “diver down.” and right then without hesitation jj shoves him in the back. john b lets out a surprised yelp before vanishing over the edge with a splash. you start laughing. “you’re such an ass.” jj smirks, peering over the side. “he’ll thank me for the dramatic entrance.”

minutes pass and there’s no sign of him. we all anxiously wait on the edge of the boat waiting for him to resurface. “should we go and get him?” pope asks and you can tell his voice is laced with tension. you don’t answer you just start to go straight for the water. the second your feet are about to leave the boat, john b bursts through the surface. with a loud gasp, splashing water everywhere. He swims back to the boat and everyone rushes him at once, hands helping him up as questions start flying from all directions. “did you find anything?” “any dead bodies?” “looting potential?” jj adds, eyebrow raised. once john b sits back down on the boat, he pulls out a motel key. “great we found a motel key” jj said sarcastically. pope shakes his head and heads back to the wheel, restarting the engine with a low grumble. john b studies the key more closely, you can tell his gears are turning. kiara settles at the back of the boat, her eyes out over the water, quiet for a second. meanwhile, you and jj drift toward the bow, both of you flopping down. you lean your head on jj’s shoulder, and for a moment, the noise fades. he doesn’t say anything, but you feel him shift slightly, just enough to rest his cheek on the top of your head. kie’s voice cuts through the calm. “guys, we should report the wreck to the coastguard. maybe we’ll get a finder’s fee!” pope nods from the wheel and turns the boat slowly in the direction of the coastguard office.

you pull up to the dock outside the coastguard station and it’s already chaos—boats lined up, officers moving in and out, storm reports still coming in. the place is buzzing with people, everyone trying to recover from hurricane agatha’s mess. john b and jj hop off the boat and head inside to report the wreck. the rest of you stay behind, watching from the deck, tension creeping in with every passing minute. when they finally reappear, it’s obvious—no luck. their faces say it all: annoyed, brushed off, and definitely empty-handed. “well, now what?” you ask, crossing your arms as they climb back aboard. john b raises the motel key in his hand, confidence already building behind his smirk. “i think i know how we’re gonna find the guy who owns that boat.” pope starts to express his concern with the idea to which kiara said “come on, we’ll be lookouts, pope.” john b adds “and hey—at least you’ll only be an accomplice. that’s gotta count for something, right?” you walk past him with a pat on the shoulder. “too late to back out now, genius, come on.”

we pull up to the summer winds motel, greeted by a building that’s clearly seen better days. “what a shitshow” you say while looking around at the building. “doesn’t look like the type of place someone with a grady-white would stay.” john b states. “looks like the opposite kind of place if im being honest” you reply. jj hops off the boat and secures it to a rusted post near the motel. john b steps off the boat and starts heading toward the motel, but pope quickly grabs his arm and points a stern finger at jj. “hey—don’t let him do anything stupid.” “i’m not making any promises”. he goes to walk off again before kie stops him, handing him the key. “be careful,” she says. “i mean it.” john b laughs it off before continuing towards the motel.

after a few minutes, we see them at the door, and then they we slip inside the room. you, kiara, and pope stay back, making small talk to pass the time while waiting for them to return. you glance over toward the car park after hearing a sudden commotion and spot a couple of cops pulling in, lights off but moving with purpose. “guys, look!!” you whisper sharply, trying to get the others' attention. “the cops!” you say, eyes locked on the squad car pulling into the lot. They snap their heads toward the parking lot, eyes widening as they spot the officers making their way up the stairs. “guys, we have to do something—come on!” you urge, already moving. by the time you all reach the motel window, the cops are nearly at the door. you and pope both grab a couple of rocks from the ground and hurl them at the window, the soft thuds echoing in the tense silence. a moment later, john b’s head pops into view. you all start frantically pointing toward the door, mouthing “cops!” over and over. he vanishes back into the room, and without waiting, the three of you taking off and running toward the boat.

kie sprints to the helm, already flipping switches as she calls out, “should we peel?” you and pope respond in perfect sync, “you never leave a pogue behind.” reluctantly, she hesitates, hand hovering over the throttle as the three of you stay put, nerves on edge, eyes locked on the building. moments later, jj and john b appear climbing out onto the roof. “oh my god, what are they doing?” you say, half in disbelief, half in panic, as they stand on the edge of the roof that’s outside the window.

jj reaches into his pocket for something, but there’s a sudden crash—the sound of something falling and hitting the pavement below. “shit,” you mutter under your breath. the blinds in the motel room snap open, and without hesitation, all of you whip around, pretending like you hadn’t been watching at all, slipping back into casual conversation like nothing’s happening. moments stretch like hours before the cops finally exit the room, none the wiser. a few minutes later, jj and john b come jogging back down and hop onto the boat, both grinning like idiots. without a word, pope starts the engine and drives away from the motel.

“well, that was fun,” jj joked, dropping into his seat. “did you guys even find anything?” you ask. jj pulls a wad of cash and a handgun from his pants. “what the hell,” you chided, staring wide-eyed. “why would you take that from a crime scene?” pope semi-shouted “better than the cops having it,” jj shrugged, glancing around at the rest of you. “seriously, guys?” you groaned. “are you serious? i’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.” jj rolls his eyes and casually lifts the gun to popes lips, silencing him. “at least you have us, right?” pope sighs, deadpan. “i’m living a nightmare.”

we make our way back to the docks only to see emergency personnel swarming the area, lights flashing. a stretcher is being rushed down the wooden planks, someone lying motionless on it. “wait guys who is that?” you wondered. peeler starts to talk “scooter grubbs, he was out during the storm. check out this pic i got, dead body.” she shows us the picture on her phone. “what kind of boat did he have?” jj asked. “somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new grady white, everyone’s out looking for it.” you and jj glance at each other, the realization hitting you both at the same time. no words need to be said—your eyes say it all. “that was his boat,” jj mutters under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. your stomach drops a little as the weight of it settles in. what started as a chill day on the water just got a lot darker.

kiara, jj, john b, and you head back to the chateau, the weight of the day still lingering but not enough to kill the vibe completely. the four of you settle on the patio, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue across the yard. a couple of minutes later, pope bursts through the door, breathless and wide-eyed, practically stumbling over his words “ok, so we didn’t see anything and we don’t know anything. we need to have total and complete amnesia.” jj remarks “actually popes right, deny deny deny.” “guys, we can’t keep that money.” kiara chimes in, her voice laced with concern. “we have to pass it off to lana, otherwise it’s bad karma.” “okay guys hold on does this not all seem a little weird to you? scooter grubbs with stacks of cash?” you expressed. “yeah i agree with you something just doesn’t seem right, this is scooter grubbs we’re talking about. same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. shit one time, i saw this dude begging for change in the save a lot parking lot. we are talking about a dirtbag, marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket and somehow managed to get a brand-new grady white, just saying” john b says while raising his hands up.

an hour passes and we’re out on the dock, lines in the water “think about it, how does a marina rat get a grady white pope?” “prostitution” “well no, square groupers bro, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane. which means jj?” “they were straight smugglin” “smuggling. and i guarantee there’s a serious amount of contraband in that wreck.”

everyone sits in john b’s room—jj on the window sill, pope on the bed, kiara in the corner with john b beside her, and you on the floor in front of jj. “for the record, if that’s a smuggling ship with illegal contraband in it, it probably belongs to someone else” “minor details” kiara whispers under her breath. “they could come looking for it. taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” jj takes the money from popes hand and fans it out saying “stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” “we just have to find a way into the cargo hold.” “why don’t we just chill out till then?” you suggest. “kegger?” kiara offers, glancing around at the others. and with that, we head to the boneyard to set up.

the beach is filled with kooks, pogues and even tourons finding out about it. jj has his arm linked with some touron, racing to see who can finish their drink the fastest. kiara’s off educating someone about plastic in the ocean, while john b and pope are deep in conversation with a group of other tourons. and you—you're sitting by yourself, sipping your beer, eyes drifting back to jj and the girl. as much as you don’t want to admit it, it hurts watching him with her. truth is, you wish it was you. “what is she doing here?” you hear kiara say from behind you. you look over to see sarah cameron and topper. great. now you didn’t have an issue with sarah, you guys have spent most of your lives together, you just didn’t like topper— for obvious reasons. you glance back at john b and catch him staring at her, eyes lit up like he’s seeing her for the first time. you pause for a second, questioning it, letting the thought linger—then turn and walk off, heading back into the boneyard.

the sun had already set when you found yourself in a brief conversation with sarah. you kept it polite—just enough to avoid any drama, knowing how quickly things can spiral. as sarah and topper start to walk off, you glance over your shoulder and spot jj heading your way, drink in hand. but the second he sees who you were talking to, he redirects his attention, holding the drink out to sarah instead. “hey sarah! can i interest you in a tasty milwaukee beverage?” “no thanks, we were just leaving.” “what is it not fancy enough for you or something?” “you know what, i’ll take it. thanks man appreciate it.” topper says, his tone tight—you can tell he’s starting to grow frustrated. “that’s a nice suggestion topper, but i didn’t ask you. if you said pretty please then maybe but you didn’t” “come on, jj, let’s just leave it,” you say, trying to guide him away but he doesn’t budge. just as you’re trying to pull jj away, topper mocks him—“oh, pretty please?” jj extends the drink toward sarah again, but topper smacks it out of his hand, sending it splashing all over both jj and you. jj quickly grabs topper and shoves him but before it can escalate any further, john b steps in, placing himself between them. jj’s still fuming so you move in front of him, gently grabbing his face in your hands, trying to ground him. john b stands beside you, tense and ready— until topper shouts, “dirty pogues!” without hesitation, john b lunges, shoving topper hard and sending him stumbling backwards. topper doesn’t hesitate—he throws a punch that lands square on john b’s jaw. you immediately turn to jj, stepping in front of him, hands on his chest in an attempt to hold him back before he can jump in. “jj, don’t,” you plead, your voice low but firm.

“don’t make me drown you like your old man alright!” you swear you’ve never turned around faster, blood boiling at topper’s words. rage flashes in your eyes, but before you can lunge, jj wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you tight. he knows you—knows exactly what you’re capable of when pushed too far. john b lunges forward, grabbing topper and tackling him straight into the water. the splash echoes across the boneyard as the two of them resurface, fists already flying. they thrash in the shallows, throwing wild punches until topper gets the upper hand, grabbing john b and flipping him under the water with a rough shove. your mind registers it instantly — he's drowning him. panic floods your chest as you tear yourself from jj’s grip and sprint toward the edge, yelling, “topper! stop! get off him!” you spin to sarah, eyes wide with desperation. “can you do something?! he’s gonna kill him!” your voice cracks, frantic. you hear kie and pope shouting behind you, their voices sharp with panic. confusion hits first, but then you turn around. jj is standing just a few feet away holding the gun. it’s pointed directly at topper’s head. “jj! put the gun down!” “jj! put the gun down!” sarah shouts from beside you, her voice sharp and panicked. she turns to you, eyes wide. “control your boyfriend!” she snaps. your stomach twists at the words, but there’s no time to unpack it. topper throws his hands up in surrender and scrambles over to sarah, his face pale. jj’s chest is heaving as he watches him go before stepping forward, voice booming, “everyone listen up! get the hell off our side of the island!” he raises the gun and fires two shots into the air. you hear kie and pope yelling at jj, but that’s the last thing on your mind. your focus is solely on john b. you rush to him, heart racing, just as he falls back into the water.

you all decide to split up for the night — john b and pope head to their houses, jj disappears down the road toward his, and you and kiara part ways, each heading back to your own houses. you sneak back into your house and quietly make it to your room without your mom noticing. you go into your bathroom to have a shower before starting your skincare for the evening. as you’re doing your skincare, your mind drifts back to the night’s chaos—sarah’s voice echoing in your head, “control your boyfriend.” it catches you off guard more now than it did then. boyfriend? do people really think that? you pause, patting moisturizer onto your cheek as you stare at yourself in the mirror. you and jj… you’ve always been close. inseparable, even. but it’s just friendship. right? close friends. always there for each other. but then again, the way he looked at you tonight, the way he held you back—not just to protect himself, but to protect you. your stomach flips. maybe there’s more. or maybe you just wish there was.

- the next morning -

you wake up in your bed and pickup your phone to check the time. you see that you’ve got a text from kiara to get to the chateau asap. you get up out of bed and start rummaging through your closet, looking for something to wear. as you’re searching through your clothes, your mom walks in, arms crossed. “where did you go yesterday?” she asks, already sounding suspicious. you barely glance up. “just out on the boat with the group. then we hung out at john b’s for a bit.” she stares, clearly not buying it. there’s a pause, thick with tension, before you brush past her. “are we done here? ‘cause i’ve gotta go.” you make it to the front door when she calls after you, “one last thing—no going in the marsh today.” you pause, brows furrowing. “what?” you ask, but she doesn’t explain. shaking your head, you walk out, ignoring the uneasy feeling settling in your chest.

you arrive at the chateau to find everyone already there, sprawled out and waiting. “sorry guys, mom started interrogating me as i went to leave,” you say, dropping into an empty seat. “that’s alright,” john b replies, then sighs. “anyway, look—I’m calling it off. peterkin said if I stay out of the marsh for a couple days, she’ll help me out with dcs.” “and you believed her? an actual cop john b, you believed a cop?” “yes jj! i believed her, all we have to do is stay out of the marsh for a few days and she’ll help me out. it doesn’t help that your ass was the one that was shooting a gun” jj scoffs in disbelief, shaking his head. “you know what i should’ve done?” he mutters, voice low but sharp. “i should’ve let topper drown your ass.” “yeah cause topper was gonna drown me” john b debated. “it definitely looked like he was going to, i mean have you looked in a mirror?” jj objected. “kooks and pogues, they always win don’t they man? they always always win!” he punches some fishing gear before continuing on “they don’t want us going down into the marsh that means there is something valuable down there and you know it man” he tried reasoning with john b. he looks over to pope “and i understand why you don’t wanna go. you’re the golden boy, you got way too much to lose.” he then looks over at you and kiara, bitterness laced in his voice. “and i mean, you two are already rich as fuck anyway—” you cut him off, stepping forward slightly. “don’t even start, jj. you seriously wanna go there?” he barely spares you a glance, jaw clenched as he turns his attention back to john b, ignoring your words completely. “but you and me man, we got nothing to lose, we really don’t, and yes i know it wasn’t always like that for you” “i don’t wanna talk about this” “john b, i have a plan, listen to me. you’ve got the key to the cameron’s big boat. there’s scuba gear inside, we borrow that and then go to the wreck later today! that’s what going to save you. you don’t see rich kids going into foster care, do you?” you immediately get a bad feeling, knowing they’re planning to take gear from ward. but before you can even voice your concerns, it’s clear from the look on their faces—there’s no changing their minds.

john b heads off to the cameron’s, leaving the rest of you at the chateau. “guys, i’m just saying—this probably isn’t going to end well.” “relax, y/n. he’s got it under control,” jj replies, brushing it off. you shake your head. “you don’t know them like i do, jj.” with that, you walk inside and drop onto the bed, done with the conversation. you can faintly hear kie’s voice from outside, clearly giving jj a hard time—probably about the way he spoke to you. she always sees right through things, even the stuff you’re still trying to figure out yourself. but you tune it out, eyes fixed on the ceiling, not in the mood to deal with any of it.

you’re scrolling on your phone, not really paying attention to anything, when you hear some noise outside. curiosity gets the better of you, so you get up and head out, only to find john b setting the oxygen tanks down on the patio—alone. “where is everyone?” you ask, glancing around. “not sure,” he replies casually. “we can go pick them up in a bit.” “well… how did it go? did anyone see you?” “only sarah,” he says with a shrug. “she said she wouldn’t tell anyone, so.” you fold your arms, giving him a look. “i wouldn’t trust a word she says, to be honest.”

“john b you got empty tanks.” “no no, this one is a quarter full, that’s enough for one of us to dive!” kiara replies to you. “okay but like can any of us dive?” everyone stays silent. “great” “you put the thing into your mouth and breathe it doesn’t sound that hard?” jj states. “well actually, if you come up to the surface too quickly, nitrogen gets into your blood and you get the bends,” pope explained. jj smirked, “bends? like bend over?” “the bends kill you,” pope snapped back. “look, all we need to do is some math to figure out where his safety stop needs to be. pope?”“alright hang on let me do some calculations.”

“alright john b you need to make your safety stop at 10 feet, for 2 minutes.” pope explains. kiara pulls off her shirt and dives into the water, leaving the rest of you glancing at each other in slight confusion. john b gives a quick nod before shifting his focus to jj, who's mid-explanation on how to open the cargo hold. “guys if we get caught out here we’re basically screwed.” “don’t worry pope, i’m sure we will be fine.” you reassured him. kiara rises back up from the water letting john b know she tied her shirt to the anchor chain. john b heads to the edge of the boat, only for kie to stop him with a quick kiss on the cheek before watching him dive into the water. you and jj exchange a side eye behind her back, quickly straightening up the moment she turns around — and just like that, the waiting game begins.

a couple minutes later, a police boat appears in the distance and starts heading straight for you. “shit, guys, what do we do?” you ask, eyes wide. “just act normal,” kie says, brushing her hair behind her shoulders as the officers pull up beside your boat and begin questioning you. “how you kids doing? you know the marsh is closed currently?” “oh really? why’s that?” you ask. “we’re conducting a search—looking for a boat that went down. you guys seen anything?” one of the officers asks. we all shake our heads, voices overlapping as we each say some version of, “no, haven’t seen anything.” “where’s that friend of yours that you normally hang out with, is he here?” “he’s working” kiara says shrugging her shoulders. “might check your little boat out” the officer says while getting onto our boat. he glances around the boat before asking, “you got another one of these life jackets lying around?” “yeah, it’s in the hold,” jj responds casually. you and kie both stand up from where you’re sitting, pointing the officer to the hold. “be careful right there you don’t wanna slip” pope warns as the officer leans over to look at the water right where john b is. jj and i lock eyes for a second before he subtly nods his head in the other direction, doing his best to play it cool and not look suspicious. “alright, beautiful day today, let us know if you see anything on your way out.” the officer says walking back to his boat. “we’ll be gone soon sir.” jj tells us the officer as they speed off back into the marsh.

john b surfaces shortly after the police boat pulls away, gasping for breath as he explains he ran out of air. “you scared the shit out of me” kie says. pope and jj rush over to help john b climb back onto the boat as you ask, “did you find anything?” he tosses a black duffle bag onto the deck, and jj grins, “that’s my boy!!” “john b, are you alright? i was scared shitless. when shoupe was standing on the edge, i literally thought he was gonna see you.” “well, we’re just lucky he didn’t, hey?” he replies, giving your back a quick pat.

“guys, bogey two o’clock," kie says, making all of you turn your attention toward the boat approaching fast. “does anyone know that boat?” you ask, prompting everyone to shake their heads in response. “should we wait on them?” “no we aren’t gonna wait on them pope” “jj get the bowline.” jj begins pulling up the anchor while john b starts the boat and steers it into the marsh. “guys they’re following us!” kie says loudly. “john b gun it!!” you say as he speeds up, heading further into the marsh. then suddenly, a loud bang — a gunshot. pope shouts, “john b, get down!” and before you even have time to register what’s happening, jj is already on you, shielding your body with his. his arms are tight around you, holding you close, and he grabs your hand, squeezing it firmly. “i got you,” he mutters, voice low and steady — a stark contrast to the chaos around you. another gun shot rings out hitting the boat. you see kiara stand up, and panic creeps into your voice as you call out, “kie, what are you doing?!” she doesn’t respond, focused on grabbing a fishing net from the side of the boat. with one swift motion, she tosses it into the water. a moment later, their boat lurches and sputters as the net tangles in the motor, bringing them to a sudden stop. “holy shit that was insane” “let’s hurry back to the chateau,” john b says.

you all rush onto the deck, eager to see what john b has found. the last traces of daylight linger as the sun sinks below the horizon. as john b begins unzipping the bag, jj starts rambling, “it’s gotta be cash or something with serious street value.” “can we please just open the bag?” pope says, his voice edged with emotion. john b doesn’t respond, instead quickly pulling a silver metal cylinder from the bag. everyone leans in as he unscrews it, revealing a compass. “great job, everybody. we found a compass,” jj mutters, clearly unimpressed. you glance over at john b, noticing the stunned expression on his face. “dude, what? it’s not worth anything,” jj adds, still baffled.

“this was my fathers.”

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a/n: chapter one is here!! some little moments between jj and y/n which i find so cute! if you wanna be added to the tag list let me know! also please note my grammar skills aren’t amazing so if anything is wrong i apologise! my plan for this story is to try and get a chapter posted every 2-4 days but we will see how that goes! let me know what you think so far and i’ll see you for chapter 1.2! 🫶

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content warning; MDNI, morally grey characters, toxic relation/situationships, domestic abuse, violence, substance use/abuse, mentions of weight/toxic beauty standards, dubcon, a lot of smut (spitting, spanking, bondage, choking, rough sex, etc. appears), age gap (legal), mentions of sensitive topics, not made for glorification of toxic relationships.

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Y/n opened the door to her apartment as the knocking wasn't stopping and groaned at the person on the other side.

"Seriously?" She annoyedly questioned Jennie and blocked the way when she tried to step inside. The girl pursed her lips, she stood in front of Y/n dressed in grey sweats and a grey sweatshirt, both soaked in water as the rain was pouring outside the whole day. In her hold were still her car keys and phone as her chest somewhat heaved–she probably ran up the stairs like she always did.

It was hard to believe that this was Jennie Kim.

"You said it yourself that you're home alone." She reasoned, sniffling as some of her wet hair stuck to her forehead. The younger girl heaved a sigh at that.

"Yeah, but I didn't say come over, Jen, there's a huge difference– I'm busy studying." She frowned at the vixen's words and stuffed her things into the pockets of her sweats. Her eyes trailed her body, the girl's dark chocolate brown hair up in a messy bun, hair strands loosely falling over her face, it was hard to not look at the piercings protruding through the baby tee as she didn't have a bra on and a pair of simple grey sweats.

"Okay...So, I'm just supposed to drive back now?" Jennie questioned as she had driven for a good 30 minutes from her place just to get to the girl who said that she was alone and studying when she texted her. Jennie had been bored the whole day and Y/n was busy studying. She never wasted an opportunity when the girl in front of her could squeeze her into her schedule which was filled with mostly studying and a part-time job.

"Yeah." The taller girl confirmed and pushed the door to close it and Jennie was used to the mean demeanour of the girl. She stopped the door and forced it open–she was much stronger and the force made Y/n take a step back while Jennie invited herself in. "That's an hour wasted driving here and then back for nothing." Jennie decided herself for the both of them, ignoring what Y/n wanted because they always did what the younger girl wanted.

"Jennie, that's seriously not my problem. Now get your ass out of my apartment." The older girl only locked the door and kicked her shoes off as she stepped into the single-bedroom apartment. "No, you can study, but I am staying 'cause I've been bored the whole day and you haven't been alone for ages." Y/n watched as the girl walked past her, making herself comfortable in the younger girl's apartment the way she always did.

She sighed and walked away from the door where she had stood and Jennie looked over her shoulder at Y/n's light footsteps, watching the girl who walked into the bedroom.

She crouched down and picked up the Russian blue cat named Vinci who scurried over to her from the couch. His purring was loud as he always snuggled with Y/n and finally, he started to like Jennie too even if Y/n had insisted he never would since he has only ever liked her. His wet and cold nose brushed against her warm neck as his claws dug into her sweatshirt and she walked towards the bedroom through the small apartment that was dimly lit. The second she stepped through the door she would be greeted by the living room and open kitchen. It was small, but it wasn't weird considering Y/n was still studying full-time.

She walked in through the open door and the bedroom consisted of a king-size bed with a grey backboard, the covers white and not made but rather left the way they were when the girl woke up in the morning. Beside the bed against the wall stood the white vanity table that was used as a desk too where Y/n sat. On the other side of the bed was the door to what was a small closet although beside it stood a clothing rack with the girl's clothes hung up as the closet wasn't enough. The fairy lights stretched above the headboard and Jennie was quite sure that they no longer worked, but Y/n would never do anything about it. Aside from that, there was a shelf by the door filled with vinyl records and a vinyl player and that was it, together with the window close to the vanity table where rain was harshly hitting the glass.

"What're you studying?" Jennie questioned, wanting to make some sort of conversation with the girl who usually cut the talking short because that wasn't what they had been meeting for the past four months. Y/n glanced away from her laptop and in the mirror, her eyes catching the brunette who held Vinci against her hip like a kid–the cat cuddling into her.

"The same thing I always have to study, economics, I haven't changed courses."

"I could help." Jennie offered as she specialised in anything connected with the subject. Y/n knew that, but she would never ask the girl for that kind of help.

"I need you to realise that I truly will never want you as a study buddy or anything like that. I already told you that I don't even want you here tonight." They held eye contact for a second more before Y/n looked back at her laptop.

"The mean girl facade won't chase me away, it doesn't bother me, Y/n." Jennie let her know as she knew that the girl was a cold-hearted bitch for a reason, but it truly didn't bother Jennie. For the most part at least. She only hummed at that, not sparing Jennie any more of her attention.

She let the cat down and watched him run out of the room, hearing in the distance as he climbed in his cat tree and Jennie closed the door before stepping further into the bedroom that smelled sweet and of white florals. "How long are you staying alone for?" She asked and walked over to the girl, getting behind the chair Y/n was in. She stood behind the girl, her hand coming over to the exposed skin as she traced her fingers over it. "Till Monday." She simply answered, trying to ignore the slightly cold hand that ran over to the front, fingers sneaking under her shirt and tracing along her collarbones. It was Thursday which left the girl with a weekend to do whatever she wanted to do.

"I'd never let you stay the weekend alone or alone in general." Y/n never read too much into Jennie's words, it was just some type of turn-on for the woman. "I'd never take my eyes off of you, let you text someone who isn't your friend or let you go out with someone I don't know too." Y/n knew that Jennie was in reality just a toxic piece of shit that tried to come off as this perfect type of partner by using words that were supposed to be protective, but with a deeper meaning never would be. It wasn't like it mattered to her since she wasn't with the girl.

"I like my weekends spent alone or with friends." The girl mumbled, swallowing as Jennie ran her hand back up over her neck.

"I know that you enjoy going out, but it wouldn't happen without me there to make sure you're safe and fine." The vixen rolled her eyes and the fingers came up to her jaw. Jennie gripped it and made Y/n look up, holding onto the backrest of the chair with her other hand, making Y/n look her in the eye.

"Asher does a terrible job at keeping you his."

"Maybe 'cause he doesn't own me," Y/n replied, giving the girl that made her sound like she was a thing to own and take care of a forced smile.

"But you are labelled the same way he is."

Well, Y/n knew that it wasn't right, that cheating wasn't excusable, but here she was, going behind her long-term boyfriend's back for the past four months. Her excuse was the good and more of her type of sex that came with Jennie, but that's all it was, sex. She tried to make it fair and excusable in her head even if she knew that it wasn't. Jennie was good and satisfying sex while Asher was someone who truly treated her right and trusted her because they loved each other. They had been together for four years now in the end and lived together as they continued to study at the same university where they met at 18 and he 19.

It was also where she met Jennie although the girl didn't study there.

[Four months ago]

Y/n continued to watch the 29-year-old woman at the front who had been holding a speech for the class for the past hour about stockbroking and entrepreneurship. "You don't think she's glancing this way quite a lot?" Y/n looked at her friend Lisa who sat beside her as they sat in the middle row, her cheek resting against her fist as it was a Saturday and the hungover was still keeping her dizzy.

They usually didn't have anything on Saturdays, but Lisa had been kind enough (Not really) and signed herself and Y/n up for this lecture from a person who became a millionaire at 20, a billionaire at 25 and had dropped out of university and become an entrepreneur before starting her own stockbroker company. Y/n had lost track, but she had no clue how this was supposed to help as it felt like someone would be stupid enough to drop out and try to achieve the same thing only to fail miserably.

"Called Parkinson, her head is twitching our way against her will the way she's fighting it," Y/n commented and both she and Lisa tried to keep their giggles quiet. She had realised that Jennie Kim had been glancing their way quite a lot, but it looked like she tried not to. Lisa shoved the girl who made her giggle louder than intended as everything was much funnier when they weren't allowed to be loud and had been sitting bored and hungover for a good hour.

"Y/l/n and Manoban." The voice was stern from Professor Kalinski and the two nudged each other with their knees under the table. Seemingly it got louder than intended in a classroom where only one person had been speaking and everyone else had sat quietly or talked with hushed tones or only talked to ask questions. As Kalinski said it took a while to get the woman to come and hold this lecture because she was extremely busy.

"Sorry, we're really sorry." Lisa apologised and Y/n held back the chuckle at how forced that was and got nudged once again, making Y/n do it right back. Her eyes landed on the brunette who was dressed in simple loose dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt with sunglasses resting at the top of her head. If she hadn't known or heard about Jennie Kim before she would have assumed the woman had gotten lost along the way and wasn't some billionaire who walked around with a manager and bodyguards. Despite the designer, she dressed simply.

"Sorry doesn't excuse this disrespectful behaviour." Kalinski pressed and Y/n inhaled before deeply exhaling as she leaned back and rolled her eyes. It felt unnecessary for Professor Kalinski to drag it out even more, that was even more disrespectful in her opinion as he was taking the woman's time.

"No, it's fine." Lisa nudged Y/n when Jennie spoke up and the girl raised her eyebrows at the woman at the front.

"She says it's fine." Y/n pointed out and looked at her professor, but instead of him speaking up about the matter, Jennie continued.

"It's fine because maybe you two have something to add or point out about the lecture I've held for you today." The two got offered a smile and Lisa glanced at Y/n, wondering if Y/n would say anything while also hoping she wouldn't because the vixen rarely held back.

"Not really, we just—" Lisa got cut off by Y/n who sat up straight, her glossy and plump lips parting as heads turned when she spoke. They usually did when it came to the girl who had become known as unattainable because of being hard to get close to and also being taken. Her exotic beauty made her stand out and not fit in at a college but a runway.

"I do have some points to make about this whole lecture." Jennie nodded at that as she leaned against the Professor's desk and took the glasses off from her head. She pointed at Y/n with them and gave a nod of affirmation. "Go ahead then, I am always open to criticism and feedback." She gave her averment with her eyes on no one else but the girl whose eyes were alluring from across a room, leaking with seduction that had the older woman stunned.

"I think that having Miss Kim hold a lecture was genuinely a terrible idea." Y/n started as she saw no point in the woman coming and telling the class about her life, and then lecturing them a bit about entrepreneurship and stockbroking. Jennie hummed, nodding along to what the girl said, listening to every word she said with her eyes not leaving the girl for even a second. They were drilling into her but not in an angry way, they just stared.

"Why is that?" The woman at the front asked and Y/n sucked air through her teeth.

"I believe it might give many the wrong impression that anyone can drop out and become a billionaire."

"Anyone can." Jennie prompted and Y/n shook her head as she had read about it all before and what Jennie had been talking about wasn't anything new to her. The only thing new to her was the little life story she told about dropping out, how she started and where she was now. Things Y/n would never have any use of.

"Yes, anyone can drop out and try, but not everyone will succeed and what they risk is dropping a sustainable future for something that only approximately 0.035% of the whole world is. The odds are against most people in this room even if they were to become at least millionaires which is like 1.1% of the world despite the numbers of millionaires are growing."

"What would you do differently then?" Jennie asked as each point was valid and the younger girl had a sharp tongue for sure. It would irritate Jennie, but she was too blinded by everything else to be hurt and instead, it only enhanced the vixen's beauty.

"I wouldn't be selling unattainable dreams to students who are desperate for money and willing to try most things— most people in this room lack common sense." Some murmurs followed the words that were directed towards the whole class and it wasn't the first time the vixen had done something to upset a classroom. Jennie smiled at that and cut Kalinski off who was just about to speak up, probably to give Y/n yet another warning for her attitude.

"Would you mind talking with me after this lecture? I believe we could exchange some words that could benefit us both."

"Depends, I'm on a tight schedule Miss."

"Five minutes?"

"Fine." With that Jennie went right back to where she had been stopped when the two giggling girls distracted the whole class.

"What the fuck are you two going to talk about?" Lisa asked in a hushed tone as she had no clue what the two could contribute to each other. She knew that Y/n would probably take it seriously or continue ridiculing the woman just because she could. "Don't know, I'm just hungover and tired." Y/n groaned and rested her elbows against the table before burning her face in her palms.

It wasn't long until the lecture was over and Y/n had gathered her stuff together with Lisa. The professor and Jennie were talking with each other at the front and it had slipped the girl's mind that the woman wanted to talk to her until Lisa spoke up while they were walking down the stairs to get to the door.

"You agreed to talk with her, so do it," Lisa said and pushed the girl in the other direction before walking herself towards the door. Y/n heaved a sigh that seemed to catch the two older adults' attention. Professor Kalinski glanced at Y/n before he looked back at Jennie, the two shook hands and bid goodbye before the man grabbed his things and left together with the three people who had been with Jennie. They closed the door and left the two alone.

"You seem like a sharp-witted person..." Jennie trailed off and looked at the girl as she was fishing for a name she did not know. This time standing face to face with the girl who looked like a copy of Irina Shayk, but with grey-blueish eyes, her scent was making Jennie lose even more of the track she tried to stay on, but the more she tried to keep an eye contact with the siren eyes the harder it was becoming.

"It's Y/n. I don't know if I can say the same about someone who lectures students about dropping out and shooting at stars in broad daylight." Y/n wholeheartedly said as she still hadn't changed her mind about how stupid this whole thing was aside from the 30 minutes Jennie had been speaking about stockbroking. "Plus to be able to summarise your life story in an hour seems pretty sad and not as story-rich as you try to come off as. Not all rich people need to have a sob story behind their success. You could have just said that you struggled at the start, but had a support system which were rich parents." The girl drilled on in a tone that let Jennie know that she wasn't enthusiastic about this at all because of how monotone it was and low, holding a rasp to it compared to the tone she used earlier.

"That's kind of harsh." Jennie pointed out. She hadn't had anyone stomp her this way before and she couldn't determine how she felt about it, Y/n shrugged.

"I hear that they call reality quite harsh." She gave her a smile that was also as forced as the other ones before.

"That they do, but I think your words are refreshing since not many people are this honest with me." It was a change and reality check even if she didn't necessarily like them, but this one came in handy for the future.

"Well–" Y/n started and ignored the lingering gaze on her body as it wasn't the first time. Jennie looked over the washed-out olive green denim skirt the girl had with a tight spaghetti strap top in a similar colour with a velvety material midriff zip-up that was a darker grey. The pair of white shin-high boots made her taller as she was already taller than the older girl by probably four inches. "Have you considered the thought that if someone is leeching off of you and your money they might sugarcoat everything for you?" She finished and Jennie looked up after trying to finalise in her head if the girl had her nipples pierced or not. She did and Jennie shifted in her spot as her hands found their way into the pockets of her jeans.

"I have been told that it might happen." Y/n nodded at that and gave Jennie a look that stated that she was quite done with their five-minute talk even if it hadn't been five minutes yet. "Wait–" Jennie stopped the girl who was about to turn around and leave and Y/n stalled as she looked at the woman with a hum.

"Would you want to meet up and continue this conversation but go into more depth on a day when you aren't busy?" She questioned and looked at Y/n with hopeful eyes. Y/n contemplated for a few seconds as she didn't know Jennie more than from what she'd heard and what the woman had told about herself. She had a boyfriend too and wasn't sure how he would feel about it, but at the same time it was just a meeting and Y/n never expected or assumed these things.

"I'm not really into fancy restaurants and wine." Y/n declined as she could tell that Jennie would want to meet over some fancy dinner which wasn't her cup of tea at all. The latter scratched her nape and hummed. "Yacht party next Friday?" Jennie offered.

"Motion sickness." Y/n declined, making it hard for Jennie who let out a gruffly hum in thought at how impossible it felt to get to talk to the girl. It felt like roles had been switched and that the vixen was the busy billionaire although she knew that she was just as busy with studying as she was with work.

"Club opening on Saturday, invite-only, we can enter from the back to avoid any cameras." Something was telling the girl that if both her Friday and Saturday were booked by parties, the girl wasn't just some fancy CEO but lived a life filled with parties that Y/n could not afford or experience since she didn't have the same status.

"I guess." Jennie nodded at that with a small smile. "Do I get your number then?"

"Sure." Y/n was handed the phone and she quickly typed in her number before she handed the phone back and the door to the classroom opened. The two looked at the entrance where a tall and lean guy peeked inside, brown curls, dressed in a pair of washed-out blue jeans and a black tee with vans. He smiled and Y/n returned it.

"Lisa said you would be here, sorry if I am disturbing you two, I will wait outside." He apologised and closed the door after him again. Y/n looked back at Jennie who had a small frown.

"I think that's all, you can text me, I don't answer calls, anyway, my boyfriend is waiting, bye." The woman didn't get to say anything else as the girl was already walking towards the door, leaving only her sweet and flowery aroma.

"So, you're going with this Jennie Kim? How old is she, Y/n and who is she?" Asher asked the girl who was busy finishing her make-up by the vanity table as she applied lip gloss. Her boyfriend was always present and watching her get ready ever since they met as he would leave sweet and cheesy compliments about how good she looked and how much he loved her.

"29 I think? She held a lecture last week since she's this billionaire that owns a stockbroker company and shares in many other companies that do different things from entertainment to entrepreneurship." Y/n explained what she had heard about the woman who was going up in net worth every living second. The woman who could sleep on money Y/n could only dream about, money most people could only dream about.

"You haven't heard about her?" She questioned and looked at the guy older through the mirror. There was a whole buzz about the woman as she even had TV ads, interviews, being a guest on programs, shoots and whatnot. Her company was more known than her, but she still had a great following and wasn't just some old CEO, but someone attractive who was among celebrities with invites to luxury events. It felt hard to miss her and Y/n just so happened to be going out with her, but she wasn't too invested in Jennie as a person. She always had an interest in the topic of economics and always took opportunities when she had them.

"No...I'm not interested in all that stuff, you know that I am more invested in volleyball." She hummed at that as the guy was prone to playing professionally soon enough as he was being offered deals and was playing for the university's official team. "I just want to know that you will be fine and nothing bad will happen to you." That was the guy's only worry, Y/n's safety as it was the most important thing to him.

"I will be all fine." She reassured him and got up from the chair as she turned off the mirror lights. The vixen walked over to her boyfriend who looked up at her as he sat at the edge of the bed, facing the vanity table. She grabbed his hand as he intertwined their fingers, his hand being much bigger than hers, the guy was bigger in general as he was a middle blocker at 6 '5. "I don't know if you have to wait 'cause I'm not sure when I will be back." The girl said. It was already 9:50 p.m. and her phone notification went off as she was supposed to be picked up at 10.

"So, your boyfriend just lets you go out to clubs with anyone?" Jennie asked as the two were almost near the said club. Y/n got busy with her phone through the middle of the conversation although not in a rude way, but simply because she had to mute it and send a quick reply to her group chat with friends so they would let her breathe.

"Why wouldn't he?" She questioned and put her phone beside her bare thigh, this time dressed in all black. A denim skater mini skirt, lace corset top and an oversized leather jacket. She couldn't tell if Jennie was heading to a club or if she was heading for a quick run for groceries as she was dressed in simple loose jeans again and a long sleeve with a black blazer just as loose. Jennie shrugged at that, deciding not to comment further on it.

Y/n wasn't stupid, she had caught Jennie's lingering gaze a long time ago, it was evident when they first spoke, but she honestly always ignored those gazes as she always stayed collected. It wasn't like she could do anything about it since she didn't control people even if certain gazes made her uncomfortable at times. She knew better and if she paid any mind to those she wouldn't be talking to many people at all. People got over their crushes and befriended her instead. Somewhere along the conversations with Jennie at the club that had gone surprisingly smoothly and weren't conversations where Y/n was hissy, some things did go wrong.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Y/n exclaimed as she stared into the mirror in front of her. Her pupils were blown, her body felt warm and fuzzy, warm enough for the leather jacket to get discarded in the club, her heart was beating hard and not too steady and she kept her jaw clenched to not bite off her tongue because of how her jaw was jumping basically from the bruxism. The feeling was all too familiar as she had taken it before, but it had all been willingly and not this way.

"I swear, I told her to hand you the water, but not that water." Jennie tried to excuse it as the water with ecstasy got handed to Y/n instead of the regular one. The girl was under the influence of alcohol so the taste didn't occur to her until she felt its effects. At least she had gotten closer to Jennie which made it less stupid to be high at the moment.

Y/n turned around, her siren eyes looking at the woman who she had been drinking with tonight while talking— not only was she drunk, but now also high on molly. She patted over her body, her touch feeling like brushing feathers over her body that felt like a warm and fuzzy cloud as if she was dipped in a warm and comforting bath, a sheet of sweat covering her from how warm it was. "My phone is in your car. Do you have gum? And please for the love of God, can we do something that does not include standing in this bathroom." Y/n rambled, stumbling over her tongue before clenching her jaw again to not injure herself, but the hard clenching wasn't much better because it felt like her teeth would crack.

Although she couldn't care about it since she felt too good and suddenly she wasn't too mad as she felt like every little thing that had ever bothered her, or happened, or her shitty mental health had all disappeared and she felt invincible to everything harmful. She felt free and open. Jennie bit her lower lip, looking into grey eyes that were black from the blown pupils.

"Come on," Jennie said and grabbed Y/n's hand, it felt like she was wrapped in cotton candy and the urge to just cling onto the woman was getting overwhelming Jennie guided her through the club. It took longer than necessary as Y/n talked to everyone they stopped by as people would greet them, but in the end, they reached the club's roof terrace that had been off limits because of uncertain weather. The wind blew cold against Jennie's skin, but against Y/n's it felt like feathers brushed her skin. Y/n gently chewed the gum she asked for from a girl they ran into who seemed to be in the same situation as her.

"Why did we run away from the social party?" Y/n questioned as she felt like talking to everything and everyone.

"I don't want you to get a heat stroke," Jennie replied and guided the girl along with her towards the couches that were under a roof. Y/n's hand was cold in her hold, holding a water bottle in her other hand that only had water this time, but the girl was heated up to the point where the clothes she had on now felt too warm to wear despite barely having anything on.

"Have you taken ecstasy before?" The older woman asked to make sure that Y/n would be fine, she glanced over her shoulder to see the girl looking around the place with her lips parted. Her eyes sparkled as everything felt much more mesmerising and meaningful, to the point where meaningless things felt meaningful as the stars were close to making her tear up from how pretty they looked in the night sky. Y/n sighed as she felt great.

"Yeah, a few times, but I always get fried after so I try to only take it once or twice a year," Y/n explained, adding more than needed as Jennie sat down on the terrace couch and pulled Y/n down beside her. She opened the water bottle and handed it to the girl who sat slumped on the couch. Y/n took it, her mouth constantly running dry as her heart continued to pound in her ribcage. The emotions felt so real and heightened and she handed the water right back to Jennie after taking a sip.

Jennie didn't mind when Y/n grabbed her hand and wrapped it around her shoulders before leaning against her. Her body felt like a cloud that was embraced by another warmth as she wanted nothing more than to be held and in someone's company. It was like gentle waves that washed into shore and were heated by the sun, sparkling in the light. "I don't think we should stay long, you might get too cold...Your body isn't regulating heat or cold like it should." Jennie commented and pulled the girl closer to herself as Y/n's body started to get cold yet was still covered in a sheet of sweat and her hands felt a bit clammy.

Her eyes looked over the girl who was leaning against her, she couldn't lie and say that it didn't feel like another ego boost to hold a girl who looked like a Victoria angel. Her long legs brushed against Jennie's, exposed and glistening, her scent lingering around them, her cleavage being somewhat in the view from the top-

"It must be nice to be this rich," Y/n mumbled as she thought about who it was that sat with their arms wrapped around her as she laid with her cheek pressed against Jenne's clavicle. Her ears picked up the calming beat of Jennie's heart and the older felt like a fluffy bear the way she held her. The drug made her more touchy and open for it as she wouldn't otherwise be so clingy with the woman, but it felt too nice.

"Yes and no...It's like you said; some people only leech off of me and don't care about more than the benefits of being close to me. Dating is also quite shitty. It gets lonely at times. Money does buy happiness, it also gets you friends and partners, but it tends to be fabricated." Y/n tilted her head back at that and looked at Jennie who looked back down at her. She chuckled at the girl who was chewing the gum with her mouth closed as her jaw was still impossible to unclench.

Y/n pouted. "I feel bad for you now." Jennie laughed at the tone of the girl and reached her hand over to her face.

"You will hurt yourself, try to open your mouth a little, Y/n."

"I can't." Y/n whined as it felt hopeless and overwhelming with how she couldn't control her clenched jaw.

Jennie gripped her jaw and could feel the vibration from how hard it was clenched. "That feels good," Y/n mumbled and closed her eyes, Jennie brushed her fingers along her smooth face. The feeling was still like feathers as her skin felt so soft and made each hair on her body stand. It was making her melt.

"You're really beautiful." Jennie complimented as she felt more daring now that the girl's cold demeanour was gone because of the drugs and she was acting all soft, whiny and mushy. Y/n sighed and opened her eyes as she stared at Jennie who she found very beautiful too. "I know, but it's hard to be this pretty, I am sure you understand." Jennie couldn't help but laugh as she continued to gently trace her fingers over the girl's face and down.

Jennie decided to use this chance and ask the girl some questions as she was somewhat drunk–answering questions too and Y/n was high and not as cold and closed off anymore. Maybe she could insinuate and get close enough to the girl.

"What's with the mean girl attitude though?" She asked and traced her fingers down Y/n's neck who lay with her head against her shoulder. The two looked at each other and Y/n sighed once again through her nose, enjoying the way Jennie softly ran her fingers over her sensitive body. They went over her collarbones, running down the neckline that stopped in the middle of her chest and back up, it brought shivers over her body and Y/n felt like she would melt from how good it felt to be held and touched.

"I've been a bully since middle school and I guess it just stuck to me and now I am what people like to call a mean girl..." She explained.

"Is that it?" She asked as it felt like a short answer.

"I'm not mean to my friends or family, well, I am at times but in a joking manner. I just guess it's easier to push people away when you aren't approachable. I also decided to live up to the stereotype and be a mean pretty girl instead of a dumb blonde since I otherwise would get categorized as dumb simply because of the way I look. My looks are preceding." She listened to every word that came from Y/n, getting a better understanding of what it felt like to be her. Y/n opened up and let Jennie take a step inside and see what her world could look like.

Jennie's was much different.

"Why do you push people away?" She watched the way Y/n jutted out her lower lip. The intense emotions surged through her whole body. "Because people come and they go, but I don't like the going part, I hate it, I truly hate being left alone."

"I can see how being mean helps with that."

Y/n gazed her eyes over the older woman who stared at her with an intensity that felt dangerous from how it made her body tingle when she would usually ignore it. The warmth just felt too good to pull away from. She hummed at Jennie's words that crawled gently over her skin.

"Did you agree to come because of the benefits of seeing someone like me?" Jennie asked in a whisper and ran her hand up to Y/n's face. She traced her jaw as she waited for the answer, feeling like the girl would be honest with her since she was under the influence of the love drug and people tended to just spill their feelings when they were. Jennie knew because she did and tried to avoid the drug unless she was around people she trusted dearly. The water with ecstasy was truly an accident, but maybe it wasn't such a bad accident.

"Yeah, but for the benefit of your knowledge even if your lecture was fucking stupid. You know things I don't and I don't mind learning from someone who has experience, but I don't care about your fame or money or your personal life...I get nothing out of it since I am content with my life."

"I have a lot of experience Y/n if you don't care about those things, experience in a vast majority of things and knowledge too that I wouldn't mind sharing." Jennie licked her lips, her tone dropping to a more hushed one as it was low in pitch too. Y/n found herself swallowing down her dry throat as the woman ran her thumb over her bottom lip.

"I don't think that's—" Y/n started, but Jennie stopped her.

"You should open your mouth before you hurt yourself, Y/n," Jennie said and grabbed hold of her jaw once again. This time Y/n parted her lips and Jennie leaned closer as she turned her body. "We should replace your gum too." She added and gestured to the girl who pushed the piece of gum out from between her lips and Jennie proceeded to take it and toss it away. It wasn't a bad accident as it let her insinuate much easier and let her get into this position with the model-like girl.

Then came yet another wrong turn as Jennie helped Y/n lay down who held onto her shoulders, settling herself between the girl's long legs. She looked at her as she pushed her hair away with one hand, the other resting beside her head. "Will you mind? If you do, just tell me to back off because I am not forcing you into anything, Y/n." Jennie spoke, leaning closer to Y/n's plump and glossy lips, her enticing scent sweet and floral, the vanilla lingering on her lips. Y/n's mind felt fuzzy and her body even more heated in the moment with Jennie on top of her who smelled of citrus, spices, cedar and musk. It held a comfort, the scent was calming.

"You will stop if I tell you to?" Y/n asked to make sure as she couldn't figure out if she would back out in the middle or not as everything was overwhelming.

"I promise you, star," Jennie reassured the girl who nodded.

It felt too good to deny with her fingers already threading into Jennie's hair, relishing in the feeling of all the textures that felt like the euphoria that she was in. Jennie leaned in and closed the gap between them, catching the girl's lips with hers as Y/n pulled her closer to herself. Her heart was pounding against Jennie who was on top of her with her hand gently running along her waist which was enough for the younger girl to sigh in contentment at the feelings.

Jennie tilted her head, pushing her tongue into Y/n's mouth with her hand running under the corset top. It felt lavish against her body, it felt too good to have hands run over her body and Jennie's warm and slick tongue pressing against hers. The older girl pushed herself more into Y/n, pushing her semi against her as the alcohol had made her horny to the point where she had been walking with it since the bathroom.

Y/n lightly hummed, feeling Jennie press against the heat between her legs, making her push more into the older girl whose hand found it to her breast. Jennie pulled away from her lips, watching Y/n's face, her pupils blown in a daze and her fingers played with the girl's pierced nipple and she smiled. "You're so sexy, I had a hard time looking anywhere else in that classroom." Jennie's voice sent goosebumps over Y/n's skin who leaned back in and caught her lips. The girl cupped her breast, brushing her thumb over the jewellery and hard nipple.

Their breathing grew heavier, Y/n's chest heaving as her lips let go of Jennie's, too overwhelmed by all the touch over her body. The girl pushed her one leg apart more until it fell down the couch and Jennie made herself more comfortable between her legs, this time Y/n could feel Jennie's cock pressed against her heat fully as her skirt rode up her thighs. "Feels good," Y/n mumbled as her eyes closed at the lips that trailed along her neck. They were wet kisses like a paintbrush gently painting her skin. Jennie hummed at the words that gently brushed their way into her ears, Y/n being lost in bliss.

The vixen moved her head and Jennie looked up at her. Y/n's heart was picking up more and more, the throbbing becoming too much between her legs as it had left her underwear damp. "I want you to fuck me, Jennie." She breathed out and Jennie kissed her once again, the words making her dick throb at how much she wanted to do what the girl asked for.

She sucked on her bottom lip, savouring the taste of vanilla from the lipgloss while reaching her hand between their bodies, the other still resting beside Y/n's head. The music was completely muted in their world, the faint talking coming from below them from outside the club, the nightlife of the city being at full speed while the two were melting in their acidic clouds of lust. The world didn't disappear, but they went through a door to a new one. It was an invite to Sin City.

Jennie unzipped her pants, pushing them down just enough together with her boxer briefs at the front to take her leaking cock out that was scalding in her hold, the vein throbbing. Blindly she pushed Y/n's skirt up more and the girl whimpered when Jennie brushed her fingers over her wet pussy as she pulled the lace underwear to the side. The only thing on her mind was to bury herself deep within Y/n's warmth as imaging it hadn't been enough.

She pulled away from her lips, still brushing over them as they both held them parted, breaths fanning against each other from their hitched breathing. She guided her sensitive tip to her entrance while pumping herself. Y/n's breath fell short when she felt the stretch, Jennie's tip slowly pushing into her tight hole as the two moaned. Y/n drowned in how it overtook her body as Jennie moved her hips in one smooth motion, filling her and making her moan and whine at the painful stretch that somehow felt good at the same time.

Jennie stalled her movement at the snug grip on her cock, the girl being tight as her pussy greedily took her throbbing in-need cock. All she wanted to do was milk the girl full with her cum. The older woman wanted to remove their clothes and be able to see the way her cock stretched the girl out who was holding back on whimpers. To be able and see how her thick cock spread her lips and pushed inside. Her pussy was wet and warm, fitting her tightly. "You're so tight, Y/n, you feel so good." She moaned, placing both her forearms beside the girl's head as she buried her face in her neck.

"Fuck, oh god, fuck, make me feel good, Jennie." Y/n practically begged at the stinging stretch, feeling the scalding dick deep inside her. The woman on top of her let out something between a moan and a groan when she started to move. Y/n's hands clutched onto her shoulders as her head got thrown back. The thrusts picked up to deep and rough, with each a light moan followed by how full she felt and the way Jennie's pelvis was brushing against her clit. Her cock dragged along her walls, getting swallowed by her slick cunt, the girl feeling the way the bulbous pink tip caressed her g-spot as it curved just the right amount. It was making her whole body tingle and clit throb at Jennie's touch.

Jennie let out heavy breaths and grunts, the tight and sweltering walls slick and throbbing around her swollen cock. A moan followed from her lips and she clenched her jaw with her eyes closing tightly at how good it felt to be fucking the girl that had managed to give her a semi with the way she rolled her eyes in the classroom. Y/n's hands gripped onto Jennie's shirt, her moans falling into Jennie's ears as her legs spasmed with her back arching, chest pressing against Jennie's. Her thrusts got harsher but the pace stayed in the same tempo of a beating heart. Y/n let out a gasp at the pleasurable pain of getting stuffed by the older woman's cock who knew exactly how to position herself to fuck her right. It made her walls clamp down around her with each thrust.

It started to wash over her, it went through every nerve in her body, her veins getting filled with more chemicals as her whole body tingled the closer she got. "Your pussy is amazing, God, I want to fuck you right every single day." Jennie groaned out, her stomach twisting as she couldn't hold herself longer from how good Y/n felt around her. She felt almost disappointed with herself because she wanted to keep fucking the vixen whose cunt was taking away her breath, but her orgasm was coming quickly.

Unable to last as long as she usually did– it didn't seem to matter when Y/n's walls clasped around her and she felt nails dig into her shoulders. The moans were light and whiny, Y/n unable to grasp how good it felt or what exactly she was feeling when it came crashing like a harsh wave over her whole body. Jennie's jaw clasped closed, the sound coming out strained when her hips stuttered this time, the first rope of cum shooting right into her and she buried herself balls deep inside the pussy that was pulsating around her cock that continued to spurt out thick ropes of cum. It only made the vixen feel even more filled at how the warm cum splattered her walls white.

Y/n opened her eyes as more washed over her, this time not an orgasm or pleasure as her heart started to beat harder and faster than after the orgasm. She stared at the roof over them that was blocking the sky. That's when it stopped feeling good as Yn knew the whole time that Asher was waiting for her at home whom she loved and who loved her dearly yet she still proceeded with something that felt good in the moment but left her feeling sick after because of herself.

"Did you cum inside me?" She asked to make sure the woman panting into her neck as she laid on top of her came inside her. At the back of her head, she knew that she did because she could still feel her inside, the thick member growing soft. Her hands gripped her shirt, slowly unable to handle all the emotions that were so much stronger from the drug coursing through her veins. All she could do was feel guilty and regret allowing herself to go as far as this. Y/n knew she had no excuse for it except for the selfishness that washed over her at the moment; lust.

Jennie swallowed and slowly pulled her limp dick out of the girl. She pushed herself up and looked down between them as she first fixed Y/n's underwear and skirt. "Yeah—" She simply replied and sat up, leaning back against the backrest of the couch, swiftly putting her cock back inside her drawers as Y/n pushed herself up to sit while trying to not get eaten by the strong emotions. "I assumed you're on birth control since you have a boyfriend," Jennie added while zipping her pants back up, glancing at Y/n who had her eyes elsewhere. She frowned, waiting for a reply from the girl as she now got worried that she wasn't on any birth control.

"I have an implant," Y/n replied and before Jennie could ask more her head snapped towards the door where they had walked out from that got pushed open with loud laughter and talking. The music became less muffled before the door fell closed and it got muffled once again. Y/n's mind was in a daze, drowning in the strong guilt she felt as the people joined them, unable to talk to them as there was a lump in her throat the whole time.

Jennie hadn't managed to say a word to Y/n except to ask if she was ready to leave when the clock struck close to 3 am. She spent the car ride watching the girl whose pupils slowly went back to normal typing away on her phone. Jennie was unsure of what to say so she didn't say anything. It didn't feel necessary to ask anything since they barely knew each other and had only talked about some common interests and to other people who joined them and then the sex.

She assumed that sex was the problem, but it wasn't her problem since she was satisfied.

Y/n reached for the door handle right away when the car stopped outside her and Asher's apartment complex. However, she got stopped by Jennie who grabbed hold of her wrist because she still had to make sure of one thing that she had been worried about. She knew that she should be more careful. Y/n looked back at the woman.

"Are you sure that you're on birth control? I mean, I could ask my manager to get you plan B's right now if you aren't." Y/n rolled her eyes at the question. She sharply exhaled through her nose and grabbed hold of Jennie's hand and brought it up to her arm, guiding two fingers over the implant and letting Jennie feel that it was there. She dropped the woman's hand and opened the door, without a word more she got out and slammed the door closed after her.

Y/n had made it inside the silent apartment, kicked off her shoes and gone straight to the shower to wash away the filth she felt like she was. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get rid of it though because she couldn't reverse the fact that she had cheated on the guy she had been with for four years. The one who trusted her every time she went out without him. The one whose heart she had in her hands and knew would crush if she told him. Y/n wasn't ready to lose him, she didn't want to. She loved him even if it made her even more selfish. She had already been selfish once and saw no reason to stop.

She had put on her pyjama pants and shirt that she had left in the bathroom earlier and went straight to the couch. Unable to walk the way to the bedroom and lay down beside someone clueless while being aware of what she had done. It didn't feel right to go to the home she had with him after letting in someone uninvited. Vinci lay beside her as she buried her face in his fur and let the tears slowly bleed from her eyes.

She blocked Jennie's number, not because she cheated on her boyfriend with her, but because she had a feeling she would do it again if she saw the woman. Despite the terrible feelings and how horrible it made her—she couldn't deny how good it felt and it made her feel even worse about it all.

[Present]

"But you are labelled the same way he is."

"Why are you so obsessed with him?" Y/n questioned as Jennie couldn't keep it out of her mouth whenever she saw the girl. Jennie knew that Y/n was the type of girl who had a mouth too good for her good in many ways, but one was that she could say things that would get on her nerves. She turned the swivel chair as her hand let go of Y/n's jaw and this time grabbed hold of her neck before a clatter followed when she pushed the chair into the vanity table.

"Watch what you're saying. I'm not obsessed with him, I'm just stating the fact that you are dating someone stupid enough to let his girlfriend walk without being there to make sure no one else is wetting their dick in her."

"That's because he trusts me not to let it happen which I guess you've always had a hard time with...Is that why you run to someone taken instead of finding someone who wants you?" For a second, Y/n could feel the grip tighten on her neck. The woman stared her down as she was towering over her because she was sitting in the chair. Jennie poked at the inside of her cheek. She knew that she had no right to fight with the girl about these things so she didn't do it this time. She also knew that the vixen had a thing for making her angry, it was either because of the sex that came with it or to degrade the person she was cheating with because she felt horrible but couldn't stop even when she tried.

She grabbed Jennie's wrist, the older woman looking into the eyes that turned docile and she loosened her grip on her throat. The two weren't sure when the arguing started as it happened at times but it did some time after they started to see each other. "There's no reason to take it there Y/n when you could instead take my cock and if you want to study you could sit on it and do it. Be a good cock-warmer instead." Jennie suggested as she didn't come over to fight with the girl, but Y/n was petty–towards Jennie that is. All she came for was to stick her dick into the girl and spend time with it there.

Jennie liked meaningless sex.

"How bout I go out, buy a strap, and have you sit on it while I study?" Y/n suggested right back as she tilted her head. The only thing she planned on doing was studying and she only replied to Jennie to have her stop texting, but it backfired as the older woman came knocking on her door instead. Y/n was always occupied with school, work, friends and her boyfriend. She had no time for Jennie aside from the times when Asher had competitions and it was the season for them so it happened more often now. He'd be away for a day, two or more on tournaments and Y/n would try to make it with their friends to some.

Jennie's schedule was more versatile considering she mostly worked from home and got to schedule and reschedule however she liked. People wanted her time, not the other way around with one exception which was Y/n.

"Why are you being an asshole when I am just offering you some quality time together?" Y/n removed Jennie's hand from her neck and the woman stepped back when Y/n got up from the chair. Jennie didn't mind that the girl was taller, it was hot in her opinion. "You must be really into ass stuff if you keep coming back to fuck me then." She grabbed hold of Jennie's shoulders and pushed the woman until the back of her knees hit the bed and Jennie sat down. Her hands found their way to the girl's ass as she held it while looking up at her.

"Not like you are letting me." She muttered as Y/n hadn't even let her take off her top or touch her the way she liked. If Jennie knew, she would have never gotten involved with the vixen because she had been running right back to her despite having the option of many other girls. She couldn't figure out if it was the sex, the pussy, Y/n's skills, or maybe the girl in general even if she at times left the place with more pent-up anger than when she came over.

The vixen wasn't one to fight, she deemed herself to not be toxic until she stumbled upon Jennie. She couldn't tell if it was the guilt and shame she felt from cheating whenever she was with Asher—those feelings that disappeared with Jennie. She had never had any serious or real fights, some bickering and misunderstandings always happened—it changed though. It felt like they were fighting every other day now and Y/n knew that it was all her, that it was her fault. She loved him, she loved him too much to break his heart and hoped that he would do it instead, but she knew that it couldn't go on like this.

Y/n looked down, being able to see the print of Jennie's semi-hard dick through the grey sweats. "Not sure I will either." She replied and pushed Jennie to lay down on her back before coming up to straddle her. The woman let out a huff at the pressure put on her dick which had been growing hard ever since she left her place and started to think about the girl. Y/n's warm and light body planted itself on top of her and she groaned at the feeling that made her body react.

"Shouldn't you be at some big private party fucking other girls?" Y/n asked and Jennie released a shaky breath at how she started to gyrate her hips, grinding down on her growing cock. Jennie was a busy person, she had girls willing to suck her off at every corner and yet she was showing up to Y/n's apartment. It seemed stupid in Y/n's opinion to miss out on those parties and that life, she knew that if she were in Jennie's shoes she wouldn't be missing out on it.

Her eyes stayed on where Y/n was pressed down against her, watching how she as smoothly as waves moved her clothed cunt against her restrained cock. "They're no fun alone...What're you doing tomorrow?" She breathed out.

Y/n smiled and leaned closer, her hips not stopping as she could feel Jennie's erection right against her heat. The older woman's chest heaved and her grip got tighter on Y/n's ass, fondling her cheeks as groping at the siren's body only turned her on even more. To trace each perfect curve, the slim body was easy to hold and bend. "I'm busy tomorrow, my friends are sleeping here and then we are going out on Saturday," Y/n replied, rolling her hips against Jennie's throbbing cock, the friction growing as her hips stuttered into Y/n, dry humping at her. The older woman wanted nothing more than for the girl to take it in either her mouth or snug cunt. She loved both.

"Don't go." It strained, coming from the back of her throat as she suppressed the moan that was close to pushing through from the friction. Her cock leaking with the salty pre-cum and staining as Y/n glanced down to see a small wet spot. It made her continue, Jennie was unable to look away from how smoothly her hips rolled back and forth with ease, there was no stutter or messy humping aside from the way her hips buckled up. It made her grip tighten even more as she held back on the sounds that wanted to escape her lips since the girl hadn't even touched her skin.

"What?"

"I told you not to go. Call and cancel." Jennie let out, between her uneven heavy breaths, her hips bucking into the girl who was whining against the big erection. The woman was a shower in general and the print was always there, but it got very prominent now that she was erect. There was nothing better than Jennie pushing it all right into her and stretching her out, but Y/n's ego got in the way right now.

"Why would I do as you tell me?" Y/n questioned, staring down at the older woman whose vein was popping out at the side of her throat. She reached her one hand to her throat, brushing her fingers over it. The request seemed fairly odd, but it wasn't new that Jennie tried to order her around. Jennie tried to get control she didn't have because she didn't have Y/n to begin with because she was intruding on a home.

"I'm not telling you what to do." Jennie defended and was about to lift herself, her eyes trained on their parts that were pressing against each other, Y/n's ass dragging along her and pressing down harder. The patch of precum on her sweats had grown bigger and the outline was lined up perfectly for the girl. She was ready to either fuck the girl or bust any second which she was not up for since she would find it embarrassing if she came in her underwear. She didn't get to sit up though as the fingers that were tracing her vein grabbed hold of her throat and held her down.

"You did." Y/n knew what she heard and what she did hear sounded much like a demand that Jennie had no position to place.

"I asked," Jennie argued in a quiver, her tone defensive and in a rasp as her dick was throbbing, the friction only continued to grow as Y/n pressed down harder against her. This time a grunt escaped her as she couldn't hold back, Y/n's breath hitching every time she dragged over the mushroom tip and rubbed at her covered clit that was pulsating at how needy she had gotten just from rubbing against her.

"That wasn't asking, that was ordering." Her eyes snapped up at Y/n who wasn't letting it go.

"You must've heard me wrong. I said, "Could you call and cancel?" Y/n chuckled at those words, finding it ridiculous that Jennie was trying to lie. She knew what she had heard her say. The woman always defended her wrongs and never righted them.

"You didn't." Y/n calmly said as she knew that Jennie was losing her cool because her orgasm was approaching and she wasn't getting things the way she wanted them to be. That was her worst nightmare in the end. Y/n wasn't giving in and was putting up a fight when most girls didn't because they didn't have the guts to go against someone who was of higher status. They were there for money, but Y/n wasn't. Y/n matter factly couldn't care less about who Jennie was and her money.

Jennie was a loser in her opinion.

"Then what did I say?" Jennie gritted out and tried to stall Y/n's hips and she let go of her throat, the brunette's fingertips digging into her plump ass.

"Don't go, call and cancel," Y/n repeated and grabbed Jennie's hands, prying them away from her ass. The only time she had some sort of strength or control was when Jennie was at the edge and unable to use her strength right. She pulled them away from herself so the woman under her wouldn't be able to stop her and pinned them down above her head, watching how her chest heaved much quicker.

"It wasn't meant as an order, must've been my tone." Jennie's hooded eyes caught Y/n's, glancing at her plump lips that held a haughty smirk.

"Sure." She said in a whisper, not caring since it wasn't her embarrassment, but Jennie's because she knew what she had heard. Somehow she had learned what ticked Jennie off who was holding back whimpers and whines at the moment. She had her in a moment of weakness because Jennie was about to cum which she wanted to do but not in her underwear.

"Asking you to stay is not a big deal." Y/n hummed at that and Jennie's brows furrowed, lips parting to speak only to close as she shakily inhaled, feeling that knot tightening in her stomach before it would at last snap.

"You're just sensitive. I was trying to have you stay to spend the day or go to a party that will be better than wherever you are going. I was trying to be nice and you twisted it and made me look bad." She only let the woman blabber on desperately as she was going out of her way to explain herself even if Y/n had dropped it. She only hummed once again as she knew that Jennie was going out of her way because she had heard it all right.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum—get off." Jennie groaned and tried to get her hands out of Y/n's grip. It was a weak try because the knot was getting overwhelming after she hadn't had any release for a good week which was when she last saw the girl on top of her. Her breathing grew deeper and harsher as she could feel it throbbing down her cock that hardened even more and her balls tightened. All her strength going on trying to hold back instead of trying to get out of Y/n's hold.

"Isn't that what you wanted though?" Y/n mocked and bit her lower lip, managing to wrap her slender fingers around Jennie's wrists to have her one hand free.

"Not like this." She pushed

"You want to cum inside?" Jennie pathetically nodded before burying her face in her shoulder and biting down on her hoodie to try and hold back. "Too bad you will never get to," Y/n stated as they always had protection. Her hand reached for Jennie's jaw, grasping it and being met by her dark eyes when she pulled her away from her shoulder. She tried to pull away to hide her face as she was starting to get embarrassed and the last thing she wanted was for Y/n to get even more out of it by having her make these sounds she had never made before until the vixen on top of her let her get a taste of her.

"Y/n–" She didn't get to finish when the said girl moved her hips once more, all the way to her throbbing tip. Y/n's grip tightened on her cheeks to make sure that Jennie would let out all of her pathetic little whimpers and whines when she came since she always muffled them. Jennie's head went blank as the sounds flew out of her mouth, whimpering as her hips bucked with each spurt of cum into her underwear that grew warm and sticky. Her back arched and she convulsed, Y/n slowing down and removing some pressure. Jennie whined at how she came in a way that made her whole body numb and more cum leak out when she bucked once again into the girl.

"It's so funny how you try to come off all superior, but then whimper like a little bitch and cum in your underwear like a teenager...Is it some kind of complex?" Y/n continued to mock, watching how Jennie panted for air under her and the vixen lifted herself, glancing down to see a big stain that had formed on the grey material.

"You're a fucking bitch." Jennie gritted out, still out of breath as she struggled her wrists out of Y/n's grip with ease. She grabbed her hips and harshly pushed her off of herself before sitting up. She cringed at the big load she had blown and the stain it caused. It pissed her off as she looked at Y/n with her eyes hard. Never had she let any other girls take it so far or have her humiliated in this way, but it happened all the time with the girl who had her dick under some spell. Over her dead body would anything like this happen, but here she was all alive and it was happening every time with Y/n.

"Not my fault you came as if you haven't had sex in years." Y/n shrugged as she hadn't expected Jennie to release so much from just some simple dry humping.

Jennie grumbled under her breath, making Y/n hum in confusion as she leaned back against her headboard.

"Cause, I haven't had sex in a week, you fucking whore."

"So sweet." Y/n continued and counted the days before she frowned. "Wait– you're telling me the last time you had sex was at the hotel?" This time she questioned as the two had run into each other and Jennie booked a room for the night–Y/n excusing herself and saying she was staying over at Lisa's place when Asher asked. She knew that if he had called Lisa she would've covered for her.

"What about it?" Jennie asked and took out her phone, wallet, and car keys before tossing them onto the side table. The frown did not leave her eyebrows, the mess uncomfortable.

"Nothing, I just assumed since you've been to so many events and stuff during the week that you managed to see someone else." She looked at Y/n, wondering if she truly didn't care whether she saw someone else or not.

Jennie wasn't going to tell her the truth.

"I haven't had time, so I would appreciate it if we could at least go at it once." This time she asked with her nicest voice. Y/n tilted her head as she looked at the mess she created in Jennie's sweats–she would lie if she said that she wasn't wet and her clit wasn't throbbing. It was especially hot after seeing Jennie be the mess she was while also being back to calling her these names and manhandling her.

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