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peter-pan-on-neverland · 5 years

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Why don’t we share?

Summary: Pan and Felix walk in on you.

Pairings: Pan x Reader x Felix

Warnings: not full on smut, just oral, lol, Some really and I mean REALLY bad dirty talking. I'm sorry if it's bad.

**This is to say thank you to everyone for 500 followers and also for sticking with me**

His piercing blue eyes were like slits, eyebrows knitted together and lips slightly parted as he focused on the wooden target hanging from a tree limb, it was that expression on his face which made him look adorable. Felix had always been a reserved and emotionless, trying not to let anything show on his cold, untouched features, but that expression made him look vulnerable for once. Slender fingers tightly hooked themselves around the wooden bow as he stretched the arrow back as far as he possibly could before the thin string would snap. In one quick motion his fingers lost there grip, wishing fair well to the arrow before it soared across the sky, spinning and twirling in delight as it flew and berried it's sharp head into the now splintered wood.

"Not bad, Felix." Our leader proudly commented, his arms folded as he leaned his body against the rough bark of a tree.

His broken emerald eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for his next pray that he would pluck out of the group and force to come up and shoot. They darted from: Ed, to Liam, to Noah, to James, Oliver, then Elijah. I silently let out a breath of relief which I didn't know I was holding in as his eyes skipped over me, I hated shooting in front of the boys, I wasn't any good at it. Those evergreen orbs danced along the crowd of boys before he had spotted his next victim.

"Devin," he pointed, "why don't you come up and have a go?"

With a smug expression the boy proudly made his way towards Felix, yanking the strong bow out of his hands, but my eyes were wondering else where. They lingered over the king of the island, Pan, there was something about him which drew me in. The way his jaw locked and eyes flooded with determination made me fall for him, his chestnut brown hair swept perfectly over those green eyes, but the power and authority he had made him even more attractive.

If falling for the Demon king himself wasn’t bad, there was also another person on the island I had seemed to take an interest in: Felix. If I were to stick you in a room with these two boys and asked you to identify one as a Devil and one as an angle I am almost certain you would get them the wrong way round, Felix's intimidating scar and dark eyes would put you off at first sight and even make the bravest people a little uncomfortable. He towers over people like a sky scraper and the heavy, wooden club he always had slung over his shoulders wasn’t doing his caring side any favors, but even thought he seems mysterious and dark like a twisted magician he’s actually the sweeter of the two. The boy who would never grow up looked more like the sweet, innocent angle at first glance, but the devil never comes dressed as your worst nightmare, he comes dressed as everything you’ve ever wanted.

Devin raises his arms and focused of the target ahead before letting the arrow cut through the air and bury itself in the target, landing just below Felix's shot.

"Dammit." Devin quietly cursed to himself before angrily stomping up to the wooden target, like a three year old, and bitterly pulling the arrow out. Gripping it so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, he made his way towards Pan, handing the tools back to him before standing with the crowd once more.

“You’ve done well today boys.” He announced with a proud grin, “I think it’s time we had a little fun.”

The boys roared in excitement, eager to play a game and unwind for the day, after all the island is basically one big playground. They all argued among themselves over what game to play as my eyes sank to the dirt floor, occasionally I would look up. Seeing the happy smile on Pan's face as he and Felix watched the boys, once in a while their eyes would meet mine but only ever do often, until it became frequent. Every time my eyes flicked towards them they would already be staring back at me, an attractive smile played in their lips before diverting their eyes once again. I could feel my face flush red at their actions, did this mean something or am I reading into it too much?

"Hide and seek!" A boy from the crowed yelled out, snapping me out if my thoughts.

"No! No! Truth or dare!" Another bellowed, the boys seemed intrigued but the look on Peter's face told me he was far from impressed.

"What about..." he trailed, a slender finger resting in those pink lips of his as he pondered, "truth or dare or die."

I could feel my blood run cold, I was in no mood to be doing dirty dares or spilling secrets, let alone die.

Hollers and cheers could be heard from every nook and crannie on the island, the boys all rushed back to camp in a hurry, excited and ready to play. I on the other hand trudged along, not fully aware of the tow boys which were quickly following after me.

"Y/n." The sound of Felix's husky voice pulled me out of the little world inside my head.

"O-oh... um hi." I stuttered.

His thick eye brows knitted together, "Are you ok? You're acting strange."

"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I responded, maybe a little too fast for the second in commands liking.

"Are you sure, love?" Peter cut in, his thick British accent ringing in my ears, "you're face is a little pink, are you sure you're not sick?"

Before the pair could bombard me with anymore questions we had reached the camp, the lost boys waiting patiently in a circle on the floor. Pan and Felix strolled over, squeezing into the crowd of boys as they got ready to play.

"Y/n, are you not going to join us?" James piped up, casting a glace in my direction.

"Not tonight, I think I'm just gonna turn in early." I spoke up before my feet began to guide me towards my tree house.

"What's the matter?" One of the boys chimed in a mocking tone, "are you scared?"

"No, what's there to be scared of its just a stupid game." I shot back.

"Then come and play." They demanded, acting high and night in order to make the other boys laugh.

"Just one round Y/n," Felix chimed wearing a sweet smile in his pink lips, "please."

"Fine." I angrily muttered, making my way over to the boys before plonking myself down in between Noah and David.

And so the games began, James went first, "Nick, truth or dare." He asked in a sinister voice.

"Dare." He replied without hesitation, sitting up a little taller and a little prouder.

"I dare you to... remove your socks with your teeth!" The lost boys laughed at the strange request as Nicks legs flailed around in the air. Grabbing his foot he bought it as close to his mouth as he could before stripping his feet from them.

"Easy." He cockily proclaimed, his eyes scanned the crowed searching for his victim, "Josh, truth or dare."

The curly haired boy looks startled, looking up with a confused look etched into his face, "um... truth?"

He pondered for a minute, tapping his slender finger on his chin in thought, "if you were a girl for one hour, what would you do?"

The poor boy couldn't say a word, he only blushed in response.

"Well we all know what he's thinking." Pan laughed, the rest of the crowd quickly joining in, even I had to suppress a little giggle.

"Ok, ok, I want to ask a question." Pan insisted, "Felix, truth or dare."

"Dare." He bravely spoke, not skipping a beat.

"I dare you to fill your mouth with water and each person in the group must tell the funniest joke they know. If you spit up the water, you have to eat a spoonful of dirt." The boy grinned.

One by one the boys took it upon themselves to try and make the stone faced second in command laugh, each and everyone one of them failing miserably, until it got to Lucas.

“Two elephants meet a totally naked guy.” He begins, already the rest of the lost boys are shooting him weird glances, “after a while one elephant said to the other: ‘I don’t get how he can feed himself with that thing!’”

Sure enough Felix spat the water out of his mouth laughing so hard he was almost crying. After he had calmed down he soon remember that consequence, is eyes hopped over to Pan, silently pleading with him.

"A dares a dare Felix." He smirked and the blind boy shoved a spoon full of dirt into his mouth, Felix's features scrunched up in disgust and distaste as he swallowed.

As the game continued the dares became more and more dirty, Danny was forced to admit that he had a crush on Noah and after that they got bombarded with dares such as: "sit on his lap for the rest of the game", "kiss" and "make out". Of course they didn't seem to mind, but I sure did when I was dares to kiss Elijah, I wasn't sure if it was just my eyes playing tricks in me but two particular boys didn't seem very happy about it.

"I want to ask a dare." Oliver enthusiastically proclaimed, "Y/n, truth or dare?"

I could feel my blood run cold, I didn't expect to get picked again and I certainly didn't want to make our with another lost boy, well those who weren't Pan or Felix.

"Truth." I happily stated.

He thought for a moment, wondering what to say, "which would you rather sleep with, Pan or Felix?" He asked.

No.

No way this is happening to me.

I don't even know which one if them I prefer, a pink dust coated my cheeks as I though about it, just for a moment.

"Aww, look at that, she's blushing." Noah said, his arms still wrapped around Danny's torso.

"Maybe she has a crush on one of them." Someone from the crowd spoke up.

"Or maybe both." Another yelled out.

Pan raised an eyebrow at the boys remarks, "You think so boys? Well then, Oliver I grant you permission to change the question."

"What! That's not fair!" I bellowed.

"My island, my rules. Besides love I think we all already know the answer." He stated and by the way I had been acting he was probably right.

"Yes, I like both of you." I mumbled under my breath, but it was too late, the boys were already silently waiting in anticipation, my words cut through the air seeming more like a speaker on full volume rather than a barely audible whisper.

"There's no need to be shy, love." Peter exclaim sending a quick wink my way before letting out a low chuckle and licking his pink lips.

"O-ok... well I'm going to bed now.... night boys." I rushed to my feet and sprinted to my tree house before anyone could protest.

I shut myself in, slamming the heavy oak wood door behind me, the feeling of dread and embarrassment washed over my tiny frame as I leaned against the door. I would no doubt endure teasing tomorrow in the following days to come, and on top of that I had to see Pan and Felix everyday.

Without saying a word I quietly climbed in between the crisp, untouched covers of my bed, closing my eyes and letting my thoughts take over.

My mind played back to the two boys, as if often did, and the question Oliver had asked me. I didn't need a mirror to see I was as red as a tomato just from the thought of it.

Imagining Pan's hands gripping my hips and Felix's fingers trailing over my body sent shivers down my spine, as goosebumps littered my arms in excitement. I could feel that pleasant tingly feeling grow more and more intense as my fantasies continued to play out in my head, my hand slipped inside my underwear, lightly toying with myself before I heard a creek outside. Swiftly scanning the area, I saw that no one was there, quickly I discarded it as my imagination, the boys were too preoccupied with their game.

Soft moans escaped from my lips as I pushed my fingers in and out, letting myself get taken over by bliss.

"Hello, love." A familiar British accent rung clear in the air as I grew still, not daring to move it even breath while the hairs on the back of my neck stood tall and proud.

When I mustered up enough courage to meet his gaze I saw he wasn't the only figure leaning against my wooden door frame, there the leader and his second in command stood, smirks on there faces with lust clouding their dark eyes.

"Um...." I blushed bright red, trying desperately to cover up my exposed skin but it was already too late, their eyes had already danced across my body, drinking every inch of it up, I had never felt more embarrassed in my life.

“There’s no need to try and hide princess.” Felix spoke, his voice growing huskier by the second as the two boy’s made their way inside my room, sitting beside me on my bed like I were a trapped animal with nowhere else to go.

“Tell us, love...” Pan began, combing his fingers through my h/l h/c hair as he softly spoke before staring at me with those evergreen eyes, “Were you thinking about us?”

I was unable to say anything, I just sat there shocked at the leaders words as he continued to stare at me.

“Well?” Felix chimed in, placing a hand on the part of my thigh the blanket didn’t quite cover.

“Y-Yeah...” I managed to breathily stutter out, what is happening? They had never shown any interest in me before, so why now? Is it because I know seem like an easy target, or is it something more?

“You know,” the blonde angle to my right gently whispered, his warm breath tickled the side of my neck, “this is an island of imagination...”

soft, wet kisses were littered up and down my neck as long blonde hair brushed upon the side of my face, his hands travelling higher and higher until they just about reached the placed I wanted him to touch me the most as my breath hitched in my throat. I was practically begging them for it, for anything, but just as quickly as this had all happened, it stopped.

“But we’re not going to do it unless you want us too, love. We’re willing to play nice and share, but only if you’re willing too.” Pan spoke, his breath tickled my ear lob, sending shivers to dance up and down my spine, “What do you say?”

without uttering a word I nodded at them, giving them all the consent and confirmation they needed. The king started to attack my neck, leaving love bites and hickey’s all over my s/c skin like a tattoo while is second in command lightly traced his fingers over my entrance.

“She’s so wet already.” He smirked to his friend who returned the favor, swiftly sliding his hands down to feel for himself.

“Naughty girl.” The leader whispered, those two, simple words were enough to make my cravings for these boys intensify as I bit my lip.

Without warning Pan slipped his fingers inside, causing a moan to tumble from my lips as he pumped in and out at an agonizingly slow pace while Felix massaged my breast sending waves of pleasure to course through my body. The second in command leaned in closer, hungrily smashing his lips to mine as Pan worked his magic.

“Fuck.” I whined, missing the way he made me feel, as the king pulled his fingers out of me. They glistened and dripped before he placed them in his mouth licking them clean.

“It’s not fair if we’re giving all you the pleasure darling, don’t you think?” he British boy asked me,

A smirk spread on my face as I licked and sucked on the boys neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way down to the hem of his shirt before removing it. my journey of kisses continued all the way down his toned chest until I got to the hem of his trousers. Hooking my fingers around his waistband I slowly pulled them down, letting his cock spring out and hit his stomach before taking it into my hands and licking it from base to tip. sharply inhaling at the pleasure it gave him, his fingers tangled themselves into my hair as I continued to tease him a little. My other hand was working on Felix’s trousers, unbuttoning them and taking his dick to my hands, slowly pumping him as he blissfully grunted.

“Stop teasing me.” Pan exclaimed with heavy breaths, I took him into my mouth, circling around the tip and licking up his shaft while grunts poured out of his mouth, “Fuck.”

Giving the king of Neverland one final lick before before switching to his trusty second in command, the blonde boy moaned as my tongue ran round and round his tip in circles before taking all of his cock into my mouth.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ok so I'm going to be posting this in two parts because I don't feel like this is that good tbh and Idk how the smut thing is going..... help please?

I hope you liked it so far and I'm sorry it was a little slow in the beginning! ❤😘 xxxx

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twentyonepilotsficlibrary · 6 years

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Please give me ya best smut fics. I'm so single these help.

yes. -cade

artisan raw and gluten free by C0LUMBINE for edy (1/1 | 3,030 | Explicit)

Tyler sticks his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and looks at Josh with a face that says 'impress me'.

Josh sighs heavily and glances at the watch on his wrist. "Got twenty minutes, I'll- I'll suck you off, I dunno. Just, please."

Tyler huffs out a laugh. He stands there, preening, like a bird that's proud of its feathers. He clicks his tongue and decides to say, "I might have a little bit left."

//drug use, unhealthy relationships.

odi by Area50Dun (1/1 | 1,793 | Explicit)

Tyler smirked. "Why? Is Joshie gonna cry?" He said in a baby voice, his bottom lip coming out into a pout. Tyler's tongue was sharp. So sharp he once brought Josh to tears, and he never let Josh forget it.

Or the one where they hate each other, fight then fuck.

A Little Extra Cash by PastelMess for C0LUMBINE, headfirstfrhalos (1/1 | 4,274 | Explicit)

Tyler’s short on rent.

Trust by Ohfrickfanfic (1/1 | 890 | Explicit)

He trusts Tyler with his whole heart, his whole mind — his whole body.

So tonight, when Tyler whispers, ‘Can I try fisting you?’ into Josh’s ear during foreplay —

Josh doesn’t hesitate before answering with a breathy, ‘Yes’.

lose it - by orphan_account (1/1 | 1,611 | Explicit)

we will walk away from empty gold by joshlerz (1/1 | 323 | Explicit)

a little thing where josh makes tyler piss himself.

My heart is a compass by orphan_account for Batblood (1/1 | 4,253 | Explicit)

Great sex with no strings attached, while making money doing it, seems like the perfect arrangement.

Never Gunna Give You Up by summerdownturn (1/1 | 2,149 | Explicit)

After years of pining, a door is all that separates Josh from his fantasies.

Prompt: Tyler goes into rut, and Josh helps him through it.

A Little Adventure Never Hurt Nobody by oneawkwardsilence (microphoneMessiah) (1/1 | 1,107 | Explicit)

Tyler and Josh try some things in a Taco Bell parking lot.

Baby by olgushka (1/1 | 2,681 | Explicit)

Tyler offers Josh to suck his dick.

Square Pegs (Wooden Wedges) by marsakat for flightlessnerds (1/1 | 5,724 | Explicit)

Tyler always went to Josh for the questions that he was too afraid to ask anyone else. No secrets between them, only the denial that Josh kept from himself.

Just A Tune Up by dandeliondun (1/1 | 3,334 | Explicit)

"There is one way y'could pay me—if you're up for it."

"O-okay? What is it?"

"Let me eat ya' out."

crimson headache (aching blush) by C0LUMBINE (1/1 | 2,941 | Explicit)

"Keep playing," Tyler suggested. Josh narrowed his eyes in confusion, but was still turned on nontheless. Tyler wouldn't stop staring at him, so he figured there was no way around it.

"That's ridiculous," Josh couldn't believe himself when he actually grabbed the controller and placed his thumbs on the buttons, feeling the texture.

"It's a mouth on a dick, still," Tyler shrugged.

"Right. You're right. I'm just gonna-"

"Yeah. Win this," Tyler commanded, wrapping his lips around the tip of Josh's dick at the same time he resumed the game.

Basically -- Josh visits Tyler in his hotel room in the middle of the night. He is tired and Tyler is a little, bored bastard.

let me love (let me touch) by melodramatic (1/1 | 1,289 | Explicit)

The atmosphere was light, the moon shone through the curtains, and there wasn't a thing that Tyler wanted more than to make his boy feel good.

In heat by leooX (1/1 | 1,759 | Explicit)

Josh was supposed to be at work.

Boneless by franticatlantic (1/1 | 2,862 | Explicit)

In which Tyler Joseph is the definition of 'slim thick with yo cute ass.'

Faithful Duplicity by futurecastiels (1/1 | 2,756 | Explicit)

Tyler face-fucks Josh. On the bus.

Decode by franticatlantic (1/1 | 4,337 | Explicit)

Josh is punk. Tyler wears floral skirts.

They fuck on a bet.

Movie Night by elucidation (3/? | 5,414 | Explicit)

Nope. He's not going anywhere. Not right now. Right now he's going to sit right the fuck here and definitely-not-watch his best friend get a handy from his wife. They're still silent, barely moving, even, but Josh's body is hyper aware of every shift. Every sigh wired right to his cock.

through the holes in his eyes by C0LUMBINE (1/1 | 6,808 | Explicit)

Josh does not understand. But Tyler thinks, hopes he does. Among the trees, where nature allowed some free space, stands a trailer, old, beaten up and covered with moss. Josh can hear screeching coming from the inside and it only gets louder when Tyler opens the door with the help of his foot.

"It's not that he doesn't want you here, he's just hungry. Come in," Tyler nods towards the door.

* * *

Josh catches Tyler stealing from his bird feeder and wants to know why.

//animal abuse, animal death.

With you I have it all by SonataNocturne (1/1 | 2,356 | Explicit)

Just the two of them in a land far away, surrounded by snow. It just could be the best Christmas ever.

Horny on Main by PastelMess for ijustsit (1/1 | 2,585 | Explicit)

Tyler thinks he might be going through menopause because Josh's beard is making him more horny than usual.

Birthday Boy by olgushka (1/1 | 10,755 | Explicit)

It's time to celebrate Tyler's birthday.

#twenty one pilots #josh dun #tyler joseph #joshler #joshler fanfiction #smut

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originalhybridloverfics · 5 years

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Good to You CH20

A/N: Warning for Smut.

I’ve edited this chapter twice. I apologize if there are still mistakes.

I don’t really like this chapter all that much but I think that has more to do with the episode. It was never one of my favorites.

Still, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Louisiana, 18th Century

Three French women are traveling by Horse and Carriage, late in the cover of night.

“Excuse me, sir, how long before we arrive at the Governer's House?” One of the women asked their driver.

The carriage carrying the three women stopped as they approach a group of men with torches and alcohol in the middle of the road, blocking their path. The men were shouting as they approached and shook the carriage, taunting the women. The women screamed until the shaking stopped suddenly replaced by the shouts of the men outside.

They look around, frightened and confused. The man inside the carriage slowly opened and looked around at the devastation of the men, bloody and scattered across the ground. He looked ahead and tried to go back inside the carriage, but he was pulled out by an invisible force, letting out a terrified scream.

Rebekah appeared in the door of the carriage with blood on her lips. “There, there little lambs, all the bad men have gone away.”

"You're safe here, please forgive the disorder,” she told them next speaking in French fluently.

“Us girls have got to stick together.” she continued switching back to English. “Now, is there anything you want to take with you?”

The women quickly abandoned the carriage and the carnage and ran from the scene with what belongings they could.

New Orleans was abuzz with mills of people in town for the annual Casket Girls Festival in which a horse and carriage were seen with people drinking, dressed up in old costumes.

Rebekah was walking down the busy street with a smile on her face.

Camille screamed out in agony on the floor of her apartment.

Davina was working her magic, concentrating on removing the compulsion from her mind as Josh stood in the background.

“Oh god, it hurts!” Cami cried out.

Davina stooped and knelt down in front of her. “I'm sorry, Cami. It's the only way to break Klaus' compulsion.”

“Believe me, I know what it's like,” said Josh in sympathy. “You're okay. And hey--all these notes that you made? It's very Momento of you. Nice work.”

“We've been at this all night,” Cami complained, trying to catch her breath from the pain. “I don't understand what's happening to me, I don't understand any of this--”

“But you will,” Davina promised. “I will unlock every stolen memory, undo every piece of mind control that any vampire has ever done to you. When I'm done, you will understand all of it, and you'll be free.” she paused, considering that maybe Cami wasn't willing to endure the pain. “I can stop if you want me to.”

“No, don't stop.” Cami shook her head. “I want to remember everything.”

Klaus laid on his stomach his head pillowed on his arms when he slowly opened his eyes and his breath caught in his throat.

Caroline was always beautiful but seeing her in the morning lying next to him, sleeping unguarded, looking entirely at peace was a sight he wanted to remember for the rest of his days.

The way her blonde hair fanned out against her pillow, the way the light streaming in the room, hit her skin making it look almost golden against the white sheet covering her otherwise naked perfection.

He raised up leaning on one forearm and reached out trailing his fingers lightly through her hair, his thumb brushing her cheek. Reverently. It was still hard to believe that he was in her bed and she wanted him there. It was everything he thought it would be and more.

She turned her face into his hand, seeking him out even in her sleeping state, his lips pulled up into a smile. Klaus leaned over her pressing a kiss to her temple, her cheek, the underside of her jar, beneath her ear, her neck, her collar bone and down until he reached the sheet covering her body. He gently tugged the fabric from her body, and kissed a path further down her body, his lips tracing the curve of her breast, he stopped, feeling her body tense and her sharp intake of breath.

He raised his eyes and watched as her eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking him out with her searching gaze and watched as she relaxed. “Is this okay?” he asked. If she wanted him to stop he would.

Caroline nodded. “Yeah,” she slid a hand to his shoulder smoothing her hand across his upper back. “Just wasn’t expecting to wake up to the feel of lips against my skin.”

Klaus settled over her, and she widened her thighs to make room for him. “I didn’t mean to startle you love but I woke to this perfect work of art, and I just had to study it?”

Caroline's lips pulled up into a smile. “With your mouth?”

He pressed his hands against her sides. “And my hands.” His right hand glided up to her breast taking the perfect mound in his hand, his thumb brushing against her nipple, feeling the bud tightened beneath his touch, his left hand moved to her hip and slowly curved around her, moving to grasp her ass, his fingers spreading out and squeezing.

Caroline gasp, as his mouth covered her other breast, his hand squeezing her ass and thumb rubbing her hardened nipple. “Klaus.”

She arched her hips up and felt him hard against her thigh, her core throbbed with need, remembering what it was like to have him hard and pulsing inside of her.

She needed that, needed him. Now that she had allowed herself to really cross that line with him with no regrets, it felt like it was never enough. It felt like she was always going to need him.

Klaus released her breast, a chuckle, escaping him. “Patience love,” he kissed down her stomach, he pressed his mouth to her hip bone, sucking.

Caroline’s chest rose and fell as her breaths came faster, she raised up on her elbows watching him with lust filled eyes as he trailed his mouth from her hips to her inner thigh and kissed up a path to the apex of her thighs. He moved the hand from her ass back around her body and traced her folds with his finger before sliding it through her arousal, feeling how wet she was from his previous ministrations.

Klaus groaned, inhaling the scent of her, he ran his tongue across his lip and moved forward pressing his mouth against her, his tongue sliding against her sensitive flesh, tasting her.

Caroline gasped sharply at the feel of his tongue sliding through her wet folds, whimpering as his hands moved to grasp her ass, lifting her hips closer, his stubble scratching pleasantly against her inner thighs.

Klaus smirked, every sound she made, like music to his ears.

Caroline all but came up off the bed, back arching, fist clenching in the sheets as his tongue swirled around her entrance, before thrusting inside her. She writhed beneath his mouth, hips bucking up into his face.

Caroline whimpered when his hands tightened on her ass and pulled her back down.

She dropped back to the bed, one of her hands traveling over her breast and squeezing. With every slide of Klaus's tongue, little cries of pleasure escape her lips.

Caroline’s eyes slid shut as she lost herself in the feeling of pleasure coursing through her body and Klaus’s mouth and tongue moving against her, bringing her to heights of bliss that had her seeing spots behind her closed lids.

Hayley stood in front of a mirror dressed in a white wedding gown, the fabric tight around her slightly round stomach, trying and failing to fasten the zipper in the back of her dress.

“Would you like some help?” Elijah asked from behind her standing in the open doorway.

Hayley smiled at him. “You might need to use all your vampire strength.”

Elijah moved to stand behind her. “Allow me.” he took the zipper between his fingers zipping it up for her, he moved on to the buttons, fastening them for her.

“Thanks,” Hayley said appreciatively, staring at him through their shared reflection of the mirror. “Not too many pregnant Casket Girls, I guess.”

“I think you look lovely.” Elijah complimented. “Only I would…” he gently touched her birthmark on the back of her shoulder, left uncovered by the dress.

Hayley reached back covering the mark with her hand. “I know, keep the freaky werewolf birthmark covered.”

“Well, I don't suspect any of the riff-raff here would dare lay a hand on you, knowing you're under the protection of my family. Still, you shouldn't take any chances.” Elijah cautioned with a look of concern.

Hayley looked at herself in the mirror, frowning at the sight of her stomach and sighed. “All knocked up and nowhere to go.”

“You know... if you wanted to attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you.” Elijah offered kindly.

“Hmm... you and Klaus are barely on speaking terms,” Hayley commented. “Let's not rock the boat, okay?”

“Of course,” Elijah responded, hiding his disappointment.

“Elijah, do you mind?” Hayley motioned to her zipper and Elijah, stepped forward again unbuttoning and unzipping her dress.

Elijah hesitated before forcing a smile and leaving. Hayley turned around frowning, the moments between her and Elijah were hard to ignore when she wanted more from him. She glanced down at her stomach, wondering if she wasn't carrying Klaus’s twins if Elijah would even still be interested.

A part of her couldn’t help but think he was drawn to her because of the aspect of family. Nothing seemed more important to him than his family.

Caroline’s mouth fell open on a moan, her hips rising off the bed to meet Klaus for every thrust as he hovered above her his hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once.

One minute his hands gripped her thighs, digging into her skin, as she clenched around him and the next his hands were focused on her breast, cupping them, brushing his thumb against the hardened buds as he ground his hips against hers, buried as deep as he could possibly go in her welcoming heat. His eyes locked on hers, watching the way her eyes widened with every deep thrust, the way her lips parted, the whimpers that were music to his ears, the desperation he could see growing in her eyes for a release.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Klaus had always thought so from the first moment he ever laid eyes on Caroline but the sight of her writhing beneath him, body shaking with pleasure he had never seen anything more breathtaking.

Caroline reached for him, her hand curling around the back of his neck tugging him down to her and claiming his lips for her own, gasping into his mouth as he reached apart inside of her that had her pleasure soaring, and her toes curlings.

She ripped her mouth from his, her lips brushed against his mouth as she panted desperately. “Right there. Klaus.”

He pulled his hips back, and she whimpered. “Please, please, please.”

Klaus surged forward, planting his hands into the mattress, on either side of her head, his arms caging her in.

“Yes!” Caroline cried out as he hit that spot inside of her again and again. “Yes, yes!”

Klaus groaned as she tightened around him so tightly she felt like a steel vice gripping his cock.

The sound of her moaning his name as she came, the only thing he could hear as his own pleasure took hold of him, his cock pulsing as he came, her walls squeezing him.

He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, groaning her name. “Caroline.”

Caroline’s chest rose and fell, she moved her hands over his back, taking comfort in the feel of his breath against her neck.

It didn’t even concern her that he could bite her in the heat of the moment. She trusted him not to. She believed that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her even if she could easily bite him and cure herself.

“How does every time we have sex it feels better than the time before?” Caroline wondered, her hand stroking through his hair, combing through his curls.

Klaus pulled away from her neck, hovering over her as he brushed strands of her hair away from her face, his knuckles brushing against her cheek. “We’re learning what the other likes and what they don’t. Our bodies are becoming accustomed to one another,” he grinned. “It helps that you’re gorgeous and the sexual chemistry isn’t lacking.”

“Plus you have a thousand years experience under your belt.” Caroline's smiled teasingly. “I guess older men really do know what they're doing.”

Klaus laughed freely. “I could teach you some things,” his thumb brushed against her pulse point.

Caroline bit her lip. “I am a quick study.” Her eyes flickered to his mouth.

Klaus leaned down slowly, his lips had barely grazed hers when a knock sounded against Caroline’s bedroom door.

Klaus groaned pulling back, to glare over his shoulder at her closed door. “Go away.”

The person, one of the vampires stationed at the compound, however, didn’t move away. “We’ve got a problem. It’s the young witch.”

Caroline brow furrowed in concern and she pushed at Klaus’s shoulder.

Klaus groaned as he slipped out of her and rose from the bed, reaching for his pants.

Caroline followed quickly, grabbing her discarded skirt and promptly pulled on Klaus’s discarded shirt.

Klaus was in the process of fastening his pants back when Caroline pulled the door open, her hair wild and disheveled from their morning activities.

“What’s wrong with Davina?” Caroline asked a dirty blonde haired male vampire standing on the other side of her door.

“She’s gone.” the vampire answered.

Klaus moved forward to stand directly next to Caroline, his face set into a scowl. “What do you mean she’s gone!?”

The vampire shifted on his feet, swallowing nervously, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but there. “Exactly what I said, no one can find her.”

Caroline’s brow furrowed in concern while Klaus lips twisted in frustration.

Troublesome witches. Always one headache after another. He really hated every single one of them.

Rebekah walked into a boutique store on the French Quarter’s Main street and started searching through racks of dresses. “Dull, dreary, hideous-”

“Talking about the clothes, or something else?” Marcel appeared behind her.

“Why? Feeling insecure?” Rebekah challenged. “This festival might as well be in my honor. I need a proper costume, so bugger off.”

“Bekah-” Marcel reached his hand out to her, his fingers just grazing her arm.

“Don't.” Rebekah shook his arm off, glaring. “You made your choice. You and Klaus are best friends again, you've relinquished your right to touch me.”

Marcel's phone started to ring before he could even respond.

“I wonder who that could be,” Rebekah said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Klaus walked up and down the courtyard his phone pressed to his ear, freshly dressed. He left Caroline to let her shower while he dealt with their current problem.

“What's up?” Marcel’s voice came over the line.

“A bit of an issue. It seems our little bird has flown the coop.” Klaus informed him.

Davina worked her magic on Camille, and she screamed out in pain.

Davina dropped to her knees in front of Camille. “You should start to feel, like, a weight lifting.”

“And your cheat sheets are about to make a lot more sense,” Josh said looking at her notes, he dropped her files onto the floor however the sunlight streaming into the room through the window, burning his hand, he jerked his hand back, wincing.

“I promise, as soon as the world stops hunting me, I will find the daylight ring spell,” Davina promised.

“I know, just... don't worry about that right now,” Josh told her, other more important matters needed to be Davina's sole focused than his sunlight problem.

Camille slowly picked up a photo with sticky notes. “I remember why I wrote this. I found a picture of Klaus and Marcel from 1919. Klaus compelled me to go out with Marcel, to spy on him.” she said in surprise wonder. “That's what he said yesterday before he told me to forget. I'm remembering.”

“Let's take you back more.” Said Davina focusing back on Camille.

Camille nodded, and Davina placed her hands on Camille's temples and started to work more of her magic on her, and the more she did, the more Camille started to remember.

Camille got flashes of when Klaus compelled her to leave. She started to remember every time he used compulsion on her however it wasn’t without a cost, her nose started to bleed.

Davina knelt in front of her, observing her carefully.

“You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know the obvious. Our secret weapon has escaped.” Klaus stated.

Everyone was gathered in one of the many rooms of the compound.

“She’s not a weapon,” Caroline interjected. “She’s a teenage girl with more enemies than someone her age should have, and she thinks she has no one to turn to.”

“She wouldn't just leave, she knows the witches want her back,” Marcel argued.

“And you think she’s going to stay with someone who wants to use her, of course not,” Caroline said. “She doesn’t feel safe here.”

“I would never let anyone hurt her,” Marcel said offended.

“You can hurt someone more than just physically.” Caroline waved her hand at Klaus. “You handed her over to someone she doesn’t trust. Someone she hates. She obviously feels betrayed by you, and if you think she wasn’t hurt by that, you have not been paying close enough attention to how she feels.”

“It wasn’t like that.” Marcel insisted. “I never meant for it to come across as a betrayal.”

“Whether you meant to or not it’s probably how Davina sees it. If I were in her shoes, I would see it the same way, and I wouldn’t stick around for someone like that.”

Footsteps echoes and they turned to see Elijah rounding the corner. “Her violin is missing. Caroline might be right. She may have left of her own volition.”

“What did you say to her in the attic?” Marcel glared at Elijah, advancing on him. “She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know you didn't take her?”

“I have no idea where Davina is, or why she ran away. Can I suggest you take a step back?” Elijah said, more than willing to make Marcel take a step back.

Marcel eyed him for a moment before turning away.

“I can assure you I have absolutely no desire to see that child come into harm's way,” Elijah said in an attempt to assure Marcel Davina had nothing to fear from him. “She's suffered enough with this Harvest ritual nonsense.”

“That child, to whom you refer to so affectionately, is the most powerful witch in New Orleans. If she's fled, what's to stop her from destroying us?” Klaus challenged. “In fact, destroying all we've worked for? No, if she's not a friend to this family, then she is our enemy.”

Caroline rolled her eyes. “Klaus she is just a girl, a kid and she might be powerful, but she does not deserve to die just because you perceive her as a possible threat."

“She is a friend, Klaus,” Marcel stressed.

“Well, let's hope so. Lucky for you, I know how to get her back. Follow my lead.” Klaus started walking away, Caroline frowned after him, dreading what he might be planning.

Marcel moved to follow him when Elijah stopped him.

“You know how Niklaus operates,” said Elijah. “If he perceives a threat, he can become quite ruthless. This would not bode well for Davina.”

“I'm not going to let anybody lay a finger on her,” Marcel said strongly.

“Nor will I,” Elijah responded sharing a look with Marcel.

The two rarely agreed but this was one of the rare times that they did.

Hayley and Rebekah were ruffling around chests, looking at old white dress costumes.

“So the witch is missing, huh?” Hayley questioned.

“Walked right out of the front door, apparently,” Rebekah answered, glancing at her. “Know anything about it?”

“No, although I did tell her that the witch Elders were dead,” Hayley responded honestly.

“Well, why would she care, when the witches tried to kill her in their ritual?” Rebekah questioned.

“I think it was more that Marcel didn't tell her that the one thing preventing her from being free had been eliminated,” Hayley answered, remembering Davina shock when she told her Agnes was dead.

“So you are the reason she's run off,” Rebekah stated, eyes narrowing.

“Hey, I was just telling her the truth,” Hayley responded defensively. “She's the one who realized they were just using her to keep their control over the witches.”

“Yeah well, I've never been a fan of the boys club,” Rebekah responded as they watched Marcel and Klaus on the balcony muttering quietly. “Just wait, Elijah will join them, and the three of them will be impossible.”

“Used by the witches, lied to by Marcel, manipulated by Elijah, threatened by Klaus,” Rebekah commented. “Just like a modern-day Casket Girl.”

“Are you talking about Davina or yourself?” Hayley asked her.

“Does it matter?” Rebekah responded. “Either way, us girls have got to stick together.”

“Where was that attitude when you used me for a hostage to betray your brother?”

Rebekah turned to see Caroline standing behind them. “Are you talking to me now?”

“Not really, no,” Caroline responded. “But today I’m gonna make an exception. We need to help Davina.”

“I thought you would be on Klaus’s side now that you’re sleeping together.” Hayley lips twisted into a smirk.

“You’re what?” Rebekah asked in surprise. “Here I thought you were never going to admit you wanted my brother.”

“This isn’t about my relationship with Klaus. This is about keeping Davina safe and showing her she is not alone. She doesn’t have to go through all of this on her own.”

Hayley and Rebekah glanced at one another before looking back at Caroline.

Sabine walked into Rousseau’s to find Sophie making out with an unknown man on a table.

Sabine forced a cough in an attempt to get their attention. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Sophie looked back at the man and patted his shoulder in dismissal, and he turned and leaves.

“I've been calling you for like an hour,” Sabine said, her patience wearing thin with Sophie’s behavior.

“I thought you'd have taken the hint,” Sophie responded dryly.

“You've been acting like this since Agnes was killed.” Sabine accused.

“Yeah, can you blame me? It's not like I have a lot to keep me going these days.” Sophie didn’t care about anything anymore, every moral line she crossed was for nothing, and she had crossed more lines than anyone knew.

“Well, while you've been drowning your sorrows by nailing everything that walks, I've been doing my tours, keeping my head down and my ears open. Marcel's daywalkers are scouring the whole town looking for a girl – brown hair, blue eyes, sound familiar?” Sabine shot her a pointed look.

Sophie's eyes widened, her eyes starting to shine with something akin to hope. “If Davina is not with Marcel, he won't know if we're practicing magic.. And if we can actually get her back, we can fix everything.”

“Sun goes down, vampire search parties quadruple.” Sabine held a hairbrush. “I got this from her family's old house. Feel like a locator spell?”

Davina poured water into a glass and set it on the kitchen table in front of Camille with Josh standing behind them. “Keep drinking,” Davina instructed. “You need the vervain in your system so you can't be compelled again.”

“Hey Cami, you don't have any like... human blood in your fridge, do you?” Josh questioned, he was hungry and could really use some blood at this point.

Davina exhaled loudly. “For crying out loud, here.” she held her arm up in front of him in an offering of her blood.

Josh hesitated not really liking the idea of feeding on his friend but he needed to feed, after a moment he took hold of her wrist however Davina went still, her eyes getting a faraway look, visions flashing through her mind.

Camille stood up approaching her, concerned. “Davina?”

Davina snapped out of it, coming back to herself. “Someone's practicing magic. They're trying to find me.”

“Then we have to run,” said Cami and quickly left the room but she returned a few moments later with some of her belongings beneath her arm, she shoved them into a bag.

“There is no way to sneak me out of the Quarter.” Davina protested. “By now, everyone's looking for me – the witches, Marcel, Klaus.”

“My uncle will know what to do.” Cami insisted,

Davina frowned at her. “Cami-”

“I mean, he has to know some of what's going on in this town, right?” asked Cami.

“Cami stop,” Davina told her.

“Unless he's been compelled.” Cami continued, not really listening to what Davina was trying to tell her.

“He knows,” Davina interjected.

Cami eyes shot to her in surprise and confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“He knows. He works with Marcel.” Davina informed her. “They're practically friends, I hear them talk. He knows everything.”

Camille looked at her in shock, and she looked at Josh who returned from the other room. “No. He would've told me if he knew the witches put a hex on my brother.”

Davina said nothing and looked to Josh who remained just as silent.

“He knows?” Cami did not want to believe it, but their silence was answer enough.

“Cami-”

“Oh, my god.” Cami cut Davina off as it really started to dawn on her. “He knows.” she sat down, stumped and Davina walked over to her.

“Hey, you guys seriously need to go, like now,” Josh interjected. “Plane, train, automobile, whatever. Take my car, it's parked down at the docks. I'll text you the where.”

“Put your number in Cami's phone,” Davina told him. “Most of the Quarter is shut down right now, we'll have to walk. And the sun is taking forever to go down.”

“Hey, no tears,” Josh said when he saw Davina looking at him with wet eyes.

Davina only hugged him in response. “Promise you'll meet us as soon as it gets dark out?”

“Yeah, don't worry about me,” Josh told her. “Just don't let them find you.”

Davina smiled and nodded. She couldn’t make any promises, but she would do her best.

Hayley walked through the courtyard with two of Klaus' guards following behind her she turned to face them with a look of annoyance. “I know Klaus told you to follow me, but does that really mean you have to follow me to the bathroom?”

The two guards cross their arms over their chests as the sound of Hayley's phone ringing cut through the air. Hayley lifted her phone and saw Sophie’s name flashing across the screen.

“Give me two minutes, it's my gynecologist.” She muttered to the guards. She walked into the parking garage, shutting the door behind her, wanting to take the call in private.

“What the hell do you want?” Hayley answered.

“I know you don't trust me, but we are in this together. You need to listen.” Sophie spoke into her phone, she was at the cemetery. “Everything is about to change. Davina's on the loose.”

“Figured that out on your own, huh? Remind me again why I should give a damn?” Hayley responded.

“Because I can sell you down the creek for what we did and you won’t be able to run away fast enough before Klaus has you in his grasp for your betrayal.” Sophie threatened.

Hayley scowled. “I’m listening.”

“I need something from you so that the witches can complete the Harvest,” Sophie informed her.

“On what planet would I help you witches get more power?” Hayley questioned. “All you've done is use me. You talked me into this insane plan, and there is no way out of it for me. If the truth were ever revealed, I would be lucky if death is my only punishment.”

“You'll help me because if we don't complete the Harvest, our access to magic will fade for good, which doesn't bode well for your family,” Sophie told her, knowing Hayley would do anything, anything for her family.

“What do you know about my family?” Hayley demanded. “You promised if I helped you, you would help me.”

“Then consider this me beginning to hold up my end of the deal,” Sophie replied. “You're from the Crescent Wolf bloodline. Marcel forced a witch to curse them so they'd be trapped in wolf form.”

“And I should keep listening to you because...?” Hayley questioned. “And don’t say because you'll tell Klaus the truth. I won’t be the only one who ends up at his mercy if what we’ve done ever got out.”

“Because my bloodline executed that curse. Help me complete the Harvest, and I'll undo the curse for you.” Sophie told her. “I would have held up my end of our deal completely.”

“But what can I do?” Hayley questioned, willing to do whatever it took to get Sophie to lift the curse on her family.

“I need to consecrate the remains of a powerful witch so I can absorb their magic. I know of one whose body was never found. Her name is Celeste DuBois.” Sophie informed her. “I believe you and she have a friend in common?”

Hayley's eyes widened slightly. “Elijah.”

“Story goes that when she died, he buried her in a secret spot at her request. All you have to do is find out where.” Sophie told her.

Hayley quickly ended the called and sighed.

The Festival was in full swing, marching bands and people partying in dressed up costumes to celebrate.

Davina was disguised with a mask over her face, and Camille walked hurriedly down the sidewalk in the center of the French Quarter’s Main street.

“There's people everywhere,” Davina commented worriedly.

“Just keep walking, no one knows it's you.” Cami insisted, not slowing her steps down the crowded street.

“Cami-” Davina said warningly they both came to a stop. Klaus was up ahead of them with Caroline, both of them clearly searching around.

“We have to get off this street,” said Camille and rushed Davina down a side street.

Marcel and Elijah were in the middle of the street talking quietly.

“Kieran is gonna call me first if he hears anything,” Marcel told Elijah.

“How are we going to find Davina in this crowd?” Caroline questioned. “She could be anywhere. Hey, there’s Marcel and Elijah.”

Klaus pulled her along with him over to the two. “Ah, you two look rather cozy.”

“Hardly, I was just telling Elijah how we're wasting time,” Marcel responded.

“You don't like festivals?” Klaus questioned.

“I don't see why not?” Rebekah appeared. “Who doesn't love a street fair?”

“Sister, come to help us find our stray?” Klaus asked.

“We can't let your secret weapon get in the wrong hands, can we?” Rebekah replied bitingly.

“Can we stop calling her a weapon,” Caroline interjected. “She’s just a girl.”

“Finally someone else who realizes she’s just a kid,” Marcel exclaimed, nodding at Caroline approvingly.

Caroline frowned catching sight of Father Kieran coming out of a rundown looking building, she cast a look at Klaus and the others who were all distracted by their urgency to find Davina. Caroline only took a moment to consider her actions before flashing away and following after Keiran.

“For the record, we're moments away from retrieving her,” Klaus told Elijah and Marcel.

“I recognize that tone of voice, Niklaus,” Elijah said, in full disapproval. “Clearly you have some diabolical machination. What is it?”

Klaus smirked before he walked closer to a figure ahead.

“Timothy…” Klaus put his hand on the boy’s shoulder, locking his eyes with him. “Might I have a word?” he compelled so the boy could not say no.

Josh paced the length of Cami’s apartment, his cell pressed to his ear. “Cami! It's me. Again. Stalking you. Look, just really need to know where you guys are so I can meet you before the sun comes up. Again.”

His phone beeped, another call coming in and he pulled away from his ear and looked at who was trying to call him. The number was unknown one with a frown, he answered it. “Uh, hello?”

“Joshua, my most disappointing minion.” Josh tensed as the sound of Klaus’s voice filtered over the line. “I suspected you wouldn't answer the call were it from me.”

“Klaus. Hey.” Josh cringed as his voice rose an octave. “What up? Guess what, I just moved to Turkey. Weirdly, they don't eat turkey here. Go figure.”

“You're lying.” Klaus accused. “In fact, Marcel and I were just chatting about your failed double agent status, and we've surmised that you're likely still in town and in the company of a friend – a young, angry witch.”

“Nope. Nope. No witches here. Totally digging Turkey, though.” Josh said keeping up his lie though it sounded ridiculous even to him.

“Are you really going to leave Davina's fiddler soul mate, Timothy, alone with me?” Klaus questioned. “Oh, Josh. What would she think of that? I assure you I just wanna talk to her. Tim and I will be at the compound. I really do hope she comes home soon.”

Josh pulled his phone away when he heard the tale tell click of Klaus ending the call before he could even respond.

What was he supposed to do now?

Davina and Cami walked into St. Anne’s Church.

“We should keep moving,” Davina said worriedly. “How long do we have to wait?”

“Give it a few minutes, then I'll check to see if the coast is clear.” Cami’s phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly answered it after seeing it was Josh calling her and that she had a few missed calls from him. “Josh, sorry I missed your calls.” she paused, looking up at Davina. “What?”

“Look, I didn't want to tell you, but I know Klaus.” Josh voice filtered over the line. “If Davina doesn't show up, he'll kill Tim.”

“We'll think of something,” said Cami. “Make your way to the Quarter. Stay hidden. We'll text you when we have a plan.”

Cami ended the call and put her phone away.

“I have to go,” said Davina determinedly.

“Davina, wait.” Cami protested.

“I can't let Tim die.” Davina insisted, she moved to leave but faltered, seeing flashes of magic.

“What's wrong?” Cami asked her concerned.

“The Witches,” Davina responded, and a moment later the latches on the church doors clanked the doors opening loudly.

A group of witches walked into the church, chanting. “Gadyen nan balans. Gadyen nan la foi. Se pou nou fe sa yo dwe fe.”

“NO!” Davina screamed, and the ground beneath her feet started to shake, the churches, foundation trembling.

The witches were lifted off the ground as Davina levitated them, Sabine among them and with the force of her magic, she snapped their necks. The witches bodies came crashing down to the ground, dead.

Davina moved quickly to Cami who had fallen unconscious. “Cami.” Davina crouched next to her on the floor, but Cami doesn’t respond. Doesn’t budge.

Caroline followed Kieran until he stopped suddenly. “Why are you following me?”

“There are some things I want to talk about.”

Kieran turned to her slowly. “And what might that be, Caroline?”

Caroline looked around at the bustling streets. “I rather discuss this privately.”

“Follow me.” Kieran led her to an alley off a side street before turning to face her. “What could you possibly want to talk about?”

“Klaus asked you to help some wolves, his pack. I want to know what you’re doing to accomplish that?” Caroline questioned.

Kieran looked at her in surprise. “How do you know about that?”

“How do you think?” Caroline arched a brow at him. “Klaus told me himself.”

“He trusts you that much?” Kieran questioned. “Who are you to him exactly?”

“Someone who cares about him,” Caroline responded. “So are you going to tell me what I want to know or not?”

“Why do you care about wolves? Just because you care about Klaus does not mean you have to care about his wolves,” Kieran stated. “Vampires hates wolves. So why?”

“I’m not from here, I don’t put stock in the BS that every vampire and every werewolf have to be enemies.” Caroline scoffed. “I want to help. You don’t know me but its kind of what I do. I help people.”

“And you want to help me with the wolves?” Kieran asked.

“I do,” Caroline answered. “I know a vampire wanting to help wolves sounds.. unbelievable but I am not most people.”

“I guess I’ll find that out in time. C’mon. Let’s go see them.” Kieran walked out of the alley, and Caroline followed shooting a text to Klaus not wanting him to concern himself with where she got off to. She felt a pang of guilt for not helping find Davina when she said she would, however, this was important. She consoled herself with the fact that there were plenty of people out there looking for Davina, particularly Marcel who seemed like he would never let any real harm come to the young witch.

Hayley walked into the plantation home they had previously been staying in before Klaus had taken over the Quarter. Two bodyguards closely followed her every step.

Hayley whirled around on them, barely refraining from biting their heads off in annoyance. “I'm just grabbing some clothes. Give me two minutes, please?”

The two vampires reluctantly waited outside the home.

Hayley quickly moved into the study and moved to a trunk that she knew held Elijah's journal. She retrieved it and scanned over the pages in search of anything about Celeste, reading over several passages.

Celeste entrances me... She is perfection... She is dead. Even as the sun rises, I see only night. But for the promise I made to her, that in death, I would bury her far from the mayhem of witches, vampires, and men...

“I am so sorry, Elijah.” Hayley murmured feeling guilt for what she was about to do.

Davina hurried through the festival streets of the Quarter, her body went rigid when a figure appeared directly in front of her.

“Hey, it's just me,” Josh said, reassuring he was not a threat. “Don't, like, melt me.”

“What are you doing?” Davina demanded. “You're supposed to be hidden.”

“Yeah. So are you, remember, but you're kind of working that whole "girl on a mission" look that makes me nervous.” Josh admitted worriedly. “Are you sure that you really want to mess with, like, the baddest dude in all of history?”

“He messed with me when he took Tim.” Davina declared angrily. “I'll kill him, all of them.”

Josh shook his head. “Davina, Originals can't be killed.”

“Maybe they can.” Davina countered. “I have so much power, I've never felt anything like it before. It's growing, gathering inside me. I'm strong, Josh.”

Josh thought about how his life was linked to Klaus’s life because he was from his sire line. “If you kill them, then--”

“What?” asked Davina when Josh trailed off.

“If you're gonna do it, don't hold back,” Josh told her, deciding not to tell her about what happens to an original’s sire line when they died. “You hit them with all you got.”

Davina nodded, feeling strength from Josh’s word.

Josh watched her go, he moved to take a step but was startled when Rebekah appeared suddenly in front of him.

“That was very sweet, not telling Davina that if she kills Klaus, you die, too, very noble,” Rebekah commented. “Problem is, she goes after my brother, she'll be the one who ends up dead. A very unnecessary end to an already tragic story. Perhaps you'd like to help me help her.”

Josh looked around then back at her. If he could help Davina, then that’s what he wanted to do.

Caroline looked up at an old rundown building just on the outskirts of the French Quarter as Kieran walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

“Someone actually lives here?” Caroline questioned, following up the steps.

“It seemed like a good place, this area is abandoned for the most part.” Father Kieran informed her. “Neither the witches or the vampires come around here.”

“Wait this is where you’re keeping the wolves coming in from everywhere?” Caroline questioned however before he could respond the door swung open revealing a man, in his mid-twenties, dark hair, a sunkissed complexion, he wore a ring on a chain that hung from his neck.

“Father Kieran,” The man greeted.

“Zachary, may I come in, I have some things I want to discuss, and there’s someone I want you to meet.” Kieran indicated to Caroline.

Zachary’s eyes slid to Caroline, his eyes narrowing. “She’s a vampire.”

“But not your enemy,” Caroline interjected. “I’m a close friend of Klaus.” Okay, she and Klaus were more than that, but she didn’t want to have to explain her relationship to a stranger.

Zachary eyed her for a moment, his eyes returning to Father Kieran before he opened the door wider, letting them inside.

Caroline followed the father further into the rundown home, casting her eyes around, parts of the plaster on the wall was crumbling and littering to the floor, holes in the wall and cracks in the tiled floor.

The staircase looked weak. The banister leaning to the side and it honestly smelled terrible like mildew or something.

There were cobwebs on the walls dust on the surfaces. Who in their right mind would live in a place like this? Dire circumstances indeed.

“This used to be a halfway house a couple years ago but was shut down. It’s just been sitting abandoned ever since,” said Father Kieran. “I know its not the best place. Far from it but it keeps them safe from the vampires.”

“I get that however that doesn’t mean you can’t have the place renovated or something.” Caroline looked around again. Maybe that was something she could help with.

“My immediate concern is making sure they have somewhere to go,” Kieran responded.

“Does Klaus have any intention of coming to see us himself?” Zachery injected leading them into a library, it had a worn down couch with tears in the fabric. Broken book shelves and a desk that was pushed up against a cracked glass window.

The fact that the couch was all but sunken in and broken didn’t stop Zachary from taking a seat on it, and Caroline grimaced, wondering if it were infested with bedbugs or mice, she wouldn’t put it past the place if it did. But ugh, this place needed new everything.

“Well, he’s been occupied as of late.” Caroline opted not to take a seat and remained standing.

Father Kieran moved to the desk to lean against it. “Where are the others?”

“Scrounging for food, something to keep us fed, a few are out in the woods hunting. We don’t exactly have the means to fill the place with real food.” Zachary answered.

Caroline frowned. “You have no food?” she looked to Father Kieran. “Surely something can be done about that at least. Like a food drive?” Caroline tilted her head. Maybe she could raid the pantry back at the compound, they keep enough food to feed a small army, she could bring most of that here. Or she could go to a grocery store compel someone to bring a boatload of food here.

Hmm, that could work.

“I’ll look into getting the word out for one.” Kieran responded.

“I’m sorry, but you’re a vampire why do you care about what happens to wolves?” Zachary interjected.

“Like I told Kieran I don’t believe in the nonsense that vampires and wolves need to be enemies. And I don’t think you do either. You wouldn’t have come looking for Klaus, he’s both vampire and werewolf; however, I don’t see you holding that against him.” Caroline responded, crossing her arms. “Look, you don’t have to like me because I’m a vampire that’s your choice. I can’t change that, but that’s not going to stop me from helping you. You're Klaus’s pack, his family. If you need help, then I want to make sure you get it.”

Zachary stood up slowly, coming to a stop in front of her and Caroline stood straighter, observing him. He eyed her quietly for a moment before finally saying. “I didn’t catch your name before?”

“Caroline.” she dropped her arms, sensing he wasn’t a threat by the smile he was giving her. “Caroline Forbes.”

“Zachary Collins,” he extended his hand. “Though my friends call me, Zach.”

“Zach,” Caroline repeated, lips pulling into a smile at his subtle acceptance. “How can I help?”

“Where's Rebekah gotten off to?” Klaus questioned, they had returned to the compound but there was still no sign of Rebekah or Caroline. “Where’s Caroline?”

“It's not Rebekah or Caroline that I'm concerned about, and how can you be so certain that Davina will come?” Elijah questioned.

“One might think you've forgotten what it's like to be in the grip of an all-consuming infatuation,” Klaus responded. “She'll come.”

He looked up and Elijah seeing the boy Tim on a beam above them high enough that if he fell it could be fatal or life-altering at least.

“Are the maudlin theatrics absolutely necessary, Niklaus?” Elijah questioned, his disapproval evident.

“Ha! It's a fair point, Timothy, play something a little more upbeat, please.” Klaus requested. “That's a good lad," he stated. "Took you long enough to spread the word.”

“Have you met his nightwalkers?” Elijah asked. “Not the brightest assortment.”

“All that matters is, I got it covered.” Marcel glared at Elijah, not appreciating the way Elijah talk of his guys. “When Davina gets here, you two need to let me do the talking.”

“Well, I'm sure you'll have your chance.” Klaus smiled as Davina walked into the courtyard. “Hello, love. Silence is golden, Timothy.” The music stopped. “Thank you.”

“Davina?” Tim questioned, looking down at her from his perch with a look of fear.

“You got me here. Now let him down.” Davina demanded, glaring.

“Well, first, we have to have a little chat about you returning to the fold,” Klaus smirked.

“What did I say, Klaus? I got this,” said Marcel, he looked to Davina. “D, what happened? Why'd you run? Talk to me. Hey, I can make it right.”

“How, by threatening my friend?” asked Davina betrayed.

“Actually, that was my idea,” Klaus interjected. “Apologies. I've been known to go too far to make a point, but I do always get results.”

“You pretend to be so confident, but I know the truth.” Davina stepped forward. “You're afraid everyone can see what you really are-- an animal.” she raised her hand, and Klaus stumbled in agony as she used her magic to inflict pain on him. “A beast. Why don't you show us your real face?” Davina continued, forcing his fangs to drop, his eyes glowing amber. “That's enough of you.” she incapacitated him.

“Davina, you don't have to do this,” Elijah told her cautiously.

“You--” Davina whirled around on him. “You looked me in the eyes and lied to my face, pretended you wanted to help me. “

“Listen to me.” Elijah insisted, needing her to hear him out.

Davina ignored him as if he hadn’t spoken. “You call yourself the noble one, but you're a killer just like your brother. For 1,000 years, you've fed on innocent blood. Why don't you choke on it?” Elijah started to choke, collapsing to his knees finally Davina turned back to Marcel. “And you-- I trusted you. I loved you, but you were just using me to stay in power. You don't care about me.”

“You're wrong.” Marcel protested immediately.

“When you lost to Klaus, you handed me over like some trophy.” Davina jaw clenched in anger. “Maybe I should boil you in bronze.”

“I care.” Marcel took a step toward her. “I took you in like you were my own blood.”

Davina glared at him just as he let out a choked sound, a blade sticking out from his chest where he was stabbed from the back, he fell to the floor.

“Come on now, love. Don't tell me you were falling for that.” Rebekah stood just behind where Marcel was laying at her feet. “Isn't it time for us girls to have a chat? Now, that is impressive, and well-deserved, in my opinion. Now, before you turn on me, I have a surprise for you.”

Josh walked into the courtyard, surprising Davina.

“Josh, what are you doing?” Davina demanded worriedly. “Get out of here.”

Rebekah, however, grabbed him by the throat.

”What are you doing?” Josh choked out around her tight grip on his vocal cords.

“Now, if I were Klaus, I would rip Josh's head from his neck, feed it to a nightwalker, and that would be the end of your friend But hurting people is such a boyish thing to do, like how Klaus compelled your fiddler on the roof, and, while I am many things, I'm certainly not my brother.” She released her grip on Josh’s throat. “It's ok, Timothy. You can come down. No one is gonna hurt you.”

“He told me I couldn't climb down off this beam.” Tim protested, the fear apparent in his voice.

“Then don't climb, silly.” Rebekah walking over to him, till she stood just beneath the beam. “Am I the only smart one in the room? Jump.”

Tim hesitated a few seconds before he jumped down and Rebekah caught him quickly, setting him back on his feet, Davina relaxed slightly now that neither Josh or Tim seemed to be in any immediate danger.

Tim approached Davina. “Davina, how did you do all that? How did I even get here?”

“I'll explain everything, I promise,” Davina assured him before she looked to Rebekah, confused. “Why are you doing this?”

“Seems to me that you're the one holding all the cards, but you don't know who to trust. I've just proven that you can trust me.” Rebekah told her. “Now I'd like to show you one more thing. Won't take long. You can bring your friends.” She motioned for Davina to follow her, leading her out of the Courtyard.

Sophie moved through the woods, her phone pressed to her ear as she spoke with Hayley..

“Look, Sophie, I told you everything that I found.” Hayley told her.

“You said he buried her between two lovely oak saplings. News flash-- that was 200 years ago. They're all just trees now.” Sophie said exasperatedly. Did she really need to explain this?

“You want to be the all-powerful witch, keep looking. Say a prayer. Have a little faith. You can do this.” Hayley encouraged, hoping that Sophie actually could. Everything they did had to be done for something.

Sophie ended the call. Hayley’s words of encouragement while appreciated, she doubted it would be so simple. ”Ok. Soeurs et freres, mwen rele sou nou. Mennen me sa me chache.” Sophie chanted into the wind. “Please, please help me. I'm trying to do the right thing.”

Rebekah led Davina, Tim, and Josh down into Marcel’s vampire Garden.

“Oh, don't worry,” Josh told Tim when the boy’s eyes had widened in horror at the vampires buried in the walls. “They're not really dead, just really hungry... and I'm not helping.”

“You think my brother Nik is awful?” Rebekah asked Davina, turning to face her. “Marcel learned from the best. This is how he treats his so-called friends who betray him. Most of what these poor souls did is no worse than what Josh did.” she motioned a hand to Thierry where he was boarded into the wall. “Take Thierry, for example. He was Marcel's most trusted friend. Klaus tricked him into breaking one of Marcel's rules. Marcel knows this, and yet he keeps Thierry locked in here day after day, suffering.”

“This is insane,” said Tim, looking around with wide eyes, keeping close to Davina.

“Why are you telling me this?” Davina asked suspiciously.

“Because you need to know who you're dealing with, who you can trust,” Rebekah answered.

“Hey, hey, it's gonna be ok. I mean, you're gonna be alright.” Tim told Davina reassuringly. “Here. Drink something.” he handed her a bottle of water and Davina took a drink from it, sending him a look of thanks.

“Davina, both you and I have been lied to and taken advantage of by Marcel and Klaus. Maybe together, we can get a little payback.” Rebekah said in an attempt to persuade her however Tim started to cough, falling to his knees drawing Davina’s attention away from Rebekah to him.

“Tim?” Davina asked.

“It was Klaus. He made me do it.” Tim said suddenly with remorse. “I didn't even know what I was doing until I made you--”

“Made her what?” Rebekah interrupted.

“Drink,” Tim answered, his eyes filled with pain.

Davina looked at him confused. “Tim?”

Rebekah’s eyes widened as it dawned on her. “Klaus poisoned the water.”

“Tim?” Davina looked at him in disbelief.

“Davina?” Josh took a step toward her. “Oh, no.”

LINEBREAK

When Caroline had left the new residence for the wolves, she had called Klaus not once but three times and he hadn’t answered a single call. Admittedly it worried her, and she quickly made her way back to the Compound.

What she found had her rooted where she stood for just a moment.

Marcel, Elijah, and Klaus were all spread out on the courtyard grounds.

Clearly, they had been attacked but by who?

Caroline quickly shook off her surprise and moved toward Klaus kneeling beside him, she gave Klaus a rough shake and realized he was dead.

She sighed irritably, she did not want to have to wait however long it was going to take for one of them to revive to find out what happened however what other choice did she have right now?

Her hand reached out, combing through Klaus's curls and down to his neck.

Klaus jolted up suddenly, and Caroline gasped in surprise.

Klaus' eyes flashed angrily, and she slid her hand up to his cheek. "Hey, easy. It's just me."

"Caroline," Klaus's hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer. "Where have you been?"

"Something came up, and I'll tell you all about it later, but first you want to tell me what happened?" Caroline asked, pulling back as Klaus stood up, his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her up with him.

"Davina." Klaus hissed.

"Davina?" Caroline repeated then sighed leveling him with a hard look. "What did you do?"

"Why do you assume it's something I did?" Klaus countered as Caroline removed his arm from around her waist, taking a step back from him.

"Davina doesn't strike me as stupid, and you have a habit of provoking violence in others, so I'll ask again what did you do?"

Elijah let out a loud groan, climbing to his feet. "Yes, Niklaus, do tell her what you did."

Caroline looked behind her to see Elijah and Marcel both pulling themselves off the ground and back to their feet. She hadn't even noticed that they had revived from whatever was done to them.

"Are you going to tell her or are we going to have to do it for you?" Marcel glared.

Klaus shot him an annoyed look. "I used Davina's friend against her as leverage."

"Josh? You threaten Josh?" Caroline questioned.

"No, her human friend. I compel him to jump from the rafters if she didn't do what was expected of her."

Caroline's eyes filled with disappointment and he hated it, turning away from her.

"Don't do that," Caroline said sharply, turning him back to face her. "Is he dead? Is her innocent friend dead?"

"Seeing as there isn't a body I would say no," Klaus answered. "But that could always be remedy once I find Davina."

"Stop," Caroline ordered. "Just stop. If Davina's friend isn't dead, there's a chance we can fix this and get her back willingly. Davina is not an enemy. Stop treating her like one! She is just a kid."

"Thank you," Marcel said.

Caroline ignored him and focused on Klaus.

"She is not just a kid, she is a powerful witch. Why can't you see that?!" Klaus demanded.

"I'm not gonna stand here and fight you about this." Caroline glared. "We'll finish this when we find Davina."

Klaus glared. "Who says I won't kill the witch the second I see her for her actions against me?" he hated being challenged.

"Because I am asking you not to," Caroline responded and Klaus faltered.

He wanted to give her whatever she wanted even when it was the last thing he wanted.

He clenched his jaw but nodded slowly, and both Elijah and Marcel watched the exchange with interest.

Caroline nodded, her face softening, she grabbed his hand, tangling her fingers with his in a show of appreciation for him willing to do as she asked.

She knew how hard it was for him to go against what he really wanted to do.

She didn't take it for granted or his feelings for her. Not anymore.

“Cami, are you all right? Did you eat today?” Kieran questioned, kneeling at her side. “Oh, you must have fainted.”

“Yeah, or I got mystically cold-cocked by 3 witches.” Cami looked around. “Where's Davina? Does your friend Marcel know she's here?”

“Cami, I can explain,” Kieran said, hearing her mention Marcel.

“Vampires? Witches? My brother, your nephew, hexed by a witch. How could you not tell me?” Cami demanded.

“It's complicated,” said Kieran. “There's a lot you don't understand.”

“You hid the truth from me. You let me believe that Sean was crazy, that I was crazy, instead of telling me the truth.” Cami threw back at him angrily.

“I was protecting you.” Kieran defended. “You saw what happened to Sean. Cami, please--”

“Get the hell away from me.” Cami snapped, pulling away. “You are every bit as bad as the other monsters in this city.”

Caroline paced the floor as Klaus pressed his phone to his ear calling his sister.

“Well, isn't this monumentally awkward,” Elijah commented as Klaus called Rebekah. "Three powerful vampires taken down by one witch."

“Rebekah, where are you?” Klaus had his cell pressed to his ear.

“I'm with Davina, and she's dying because of your treachery.” Rebekah seethed.

Caroline spun around, her eyes narrowing on Klaus at hearing Rebekah's words.

“Well, I tried to talk to her out of respect for Marcel, but she made it quite clear she is not our friend,” Klaus said. “My apologies if you thought she was yours.” He didn't sound the least apologetic.

“Just tell me how to cure her,” Rebekah demanded. “Vampire blood isn't working.”

“Klaus,” Caroline glared. She had asked him to spare Davina.

Klaus turned away from Caroline when faced with her disappointment. He had already set things in motion before she had asked him not to kill Davina; instead, he focused on speaking with Rebekah. “No. It wouldn't. You see, the poison I compelled Timothy to feed her is quite potent.” Klaus smirked. “It's just a matter of time for her.”

“For both of them, you diabolical bastard.” Rebekah spat angrily. “They're children. We could've dealt with her fairly.”

“There is no dealing with those who threaten us,” Klaus argued. “Davina sealed her fate when she stood against me. This was her choice, not mine.” he didn’t wait for Rebekah to reply before ending the call. He turned to Caroline, her eyes glaring and he clenched his jaw knowing there was an argument waiting to happen and he rather not have another one in front of Elijah and Marcel both who were staring at him in disappointment. “Oh, come on. The stench of your judgment is overwhelming. Need I remind you that Davina just bested the lot of us? I did what had to be done. Don't worry, Elijah. I remain as redeemable as ever.”

“So you compelled that boy to poison Davina without consulting Marcel or myself.” Elijah challenged.

“You know what the worst part is?” asked Marcel. “It's that you're so predictable, I had to make an alliance with your brother, who I don't even like.”

“One would think the worst part is the poison of children,” Caroline interjected, her anger clear as day in the tone of her voice.

“Judging by your expression, you have something you'd like to share.” Klaus prompted, eyes narrowing at the mention of an alliance between the two men.

“Damn straight, I do,” said Marcel heatedly. “I got a call from Kieran earlier, right after Sabine and some witches almost got their hands on Davina first.”

“Oh, hello.” Marcel greeted as Sabine came back from death. “Let me guess, protection spell?”

“You think I'd let a day where witches can do magic pass by without one?” asked Sabine challengingly. “They all should've done the same.”

“You broke one of my rules, Sabine, and I'm guessing that spell of yours is probably a one-time deal.” Marcel eyed her hard. “I'll give you two choices-- an immediate reunion with your dearly departed friends, OR, you can do that same spell for a young witch friend of mine.”

Sabine gave him a look but said nothing.

“Yeah, you probably know which one I'm talking about,” Marcel said knowingly.

“So, when you slipped away to allegedly check on your nightwalkers, you were, in fact, colluding with a witch.” Klaus accused. “That's very clever. I suppose I should be proud.”

Caroline was relieved to hear that Davina had a chance of surviving this but what about her friend Timothy. She shouldn’t have left. If she hadn’t maybe she could have reasoned with Klaus not to do what he did.

“Eh, I just wanted to make sure I had a failsafe just in case, as Elijah expected, you started acting like you,” Marcel replied.

“Except that now you've involved the witches, who, last time I checked, were enemy to us all, to everything we have, and to our family.” Klaus returned with ire.

“Davina is Marcel's family, Niklaus, or did that somehow slip your mind as you tried to take her life?” Elijah questioned. “You will call Rebekah. You'll tell her that Davina will recover. Do wish the same could be said for that boy.”

Caroline found herself agreeing with Elijah for once, and she hated it.

Davina’s eyes shot open gasping for breath. She turned to Tim beside her, her eyes feeling with tears. “Tim? Tim? Tim, Tim, wake up. Tim, please wake up.” Davina's chest ached, a sob building in her chest. “Open your eyes. No, no. Please wake up.” she cried in anguish. “Please don't leave me alone.”

The moment Rebekah walked into the courtyard carrying Davina in her arms, Caroline moved toward her.

“Is she..?” Caroline trailed off as she heard Davina's heart, heard her breathing. She was just sleeping.

“Is she ok?” Marcel moved toward Rebekah stopping beside Caroline, wanting to reach out to Davina but not wanting to wake her.

“She's devastated and exhausted,” Rebekah told him. “Where's her room?”

“No. I got her. I got her.” Marcel gently took her from Rebekah’s arms.

Rebekah glared at Klaus but said nothing as she walked back out of the courtyard, her silence having more of an effect than anything she would have said.

Caroline looked at Klaus for a moment, her eyes dark before spinning on her heel, she needed to create some distance between them. She didn’t want to say things out of anger that she might regret later.

Marcel watched over Davina, she was asleep in her bed in the room that had been prepared for her at the compound. “She'll never trust me again,” Marcel stated.

“Perhaps.” Elijah agreed, standing just behind him in the doorway. “You must never surrender the fight to reclaim that trust.” He stepped further into the room seeing Davina’s array of drawings.

“These drawings, what are they?” Elijah questioned.

“She drew those the whole time she was in the attic, said they're different than what she draws when she senses magic,” Marcel answered. “These ones, she called them evil.”

Klaus walked through the Quarter in search of Caroline. She wasn’t taking his calls. He was walking down bourbon street when he paused seeing Cami walking toward him.

“Surprised to see me? After all, you did compel me to leave town.” she accused, eyes filled with anger.

“You remember,” Klaus stated, it didn't really matter to him that she remembered or not.

“Chalk one up for decompulsion. Hurts like hell, but it's worth it. Made me realize exactly why I want to stick around.” She told him. “Oh, and Klaus, if you hurt Davina or Josh in any way, I'll expose you to the world, and then you can kiss the French Quarter good-bye, forever.” she flashed a fake smile. “Have a nice night.”

Klaus clenched his jaw in mild annoyance. The fact that Cami thought she could threaten him was rather insulting. She was nothing more than a human. What power did she honestly believe she had over him.

He pulled out his phone dialing Caroline, again. “Love, C'mon, answer your phone. You want to be angry with me? Fine but don’t run off and don’t ignore my calls, I need you to talk to me.”

“And I needed you to show restraint.”

Klaus whirled around, finding Caroline standing just feet from him. “Is this where you yell at me for the killing of the innocent?”

“Oh, so you know what you did was wrong?” Caroline retorted.

“I understand that you’re upset, lo-” Klaus reached out his hand to her.

“Don’t,” Caroline stepped out of his reach. “I don’t want to do this here, let’s head back.”

Klaus nodded and offered his arm, but Caroline ignored it, pushing it away and turned down the sidewalk heading back toward the compound.

Klaus' arm fell back to his side, and he fell in step behind her, a weight settling in his stomach, he feared that Caroline was going to pull away from him again taking the happiness he found with her.

“For centuries, people have come to New Orleans looking for a fresh start. Looking to find adventure, fortune, and even love. Young society women imported from France with the promise of marrying a proper New Orleans gentleman like the legendary Casket Girls.

Little did they know that the men who awaited them were far from proper, and not at all gentle. The Casket Girls legend lives on, now celebrated in typical New Orleans fashion with stylish costumes and supernatural flair. It's a yearly reminder of how women can be oppressed by selfish men and how they can triumph when brave enough to fight for themselves. It is said that this is a man's world, and sometimes it is. For every Casket Girl that was saved, countless others were not. But women are more resilient than given credit for. And some women, well, let's just say their oppressors had better watch out.

I, too, am resilient, and I'm tired of being oppressed. For 1,000 years, my brother has taken what he wants in whatever way he wants, regardless of the consequences. Marcel seems determined to allow it, and Elijah stands right by his side, futilely awaiting the day that he'll change.” Rebekah said she was seated in the garden in front of Thierry.

“So men suck. What do you want me to do about it?” Thierry questioned.

“Despite your dire warnings to Marcel, he just can't seem to quit my brother. The two of them stand side by side ruling this city while you're left in here to rot.” Rebekah told him. “I want you to help me take New Orleans right out from under all of their noses, and I have something they won't see coming, someone on the inside. She's quite the resilient girl herself.”

When Marcel finally leaves Davina room, the door clicking shut, she opens her eyes. In her eyes was a deep sadness but also resolve.

Klaus half expected Caroline to close herself in her room and was surprised when she pushed the door to his bedroom open, waiting for him to follow her inside before closing it behind them.

“I know you're angry and disappointed,” Klaus began. “However I-”

“That’s an understatement,” Caroline muttered. “How could you possibly have thought killing two kids was a good idea?”

Klaus felt his hackles rising at her blatant berating. “I was thinking Davina was making herself out to be an enemy and a powerful one at that. I thought it was better to eliminate the threat posed against me, against us.”

“She is not a threat. She’s a girl who has had her life torn apart by witches and vampires!” Caroline argued. “With everything that she has been through I think she’s entitled to lashing out and taking back her control without you trying to kill her!”

“I don’t care what she’s been through!” Klaus snapped. “When you have enemies like I do you weed them out through any means necessary. If she’s going to lash out, then you better believe I’m going to shut her down. No one is going to be my downfall especially not some overpowered teenage witch!”

“God, you are unbelievable. I feel like we are getting nowhere with this argument!” Caroline whirled away from him back toward the door. “One day you’re going to realize killing everyone doesn’t solve all your problems. It just creates more.”

“So that’s it then?!” Klaus demanded as she reached for the handle to his bedroom door. “We fight and you decide to walk away from me.”

Caroline spun around on her feet. “I'm walking away to keep from saying something I might regret later. It is not the same thing as walking away from you. This, us,” she waved a hand between them. “It’s new, and it’s complicated, but it’s not something I want to end. We are going to fight a lot because we see the world differently if that’s going to be a problem for you then walk away from me right now.”

Klaus shot his hand out, his hand gripping her by the back of her neck and pulled her forward, their bodies crashing together as he took control of her mouth.

Caroline gasped, and Klaus took it as an invitation to slide his tongue inside, gliding it along hers, his other hand moved strongly over her body, down her chest and torso, sliding around to her hip and further down landing on her ass gripping it tightly in his hand.

She moaned lowly, her body reacting to him instinctively arching up against him, an ache forming at the apex of her thighs as a white-hot need shot through her. She grasped him by the shoulders holding onto him tightly.

His fingers spread out on her ass and it felt like his hand encompassed her entire left cheek. She imagined how his touch would feel on her bare skin and her body heated at just the thought.

Her left hand slid up to his curls, gripping the strands between her fingers and tugging sharply.

Klaus grunted, his mouth parting from hers, his eyes were dark with desire. “I will never walk away from you. It’s a notion that is impossible to me. Don’t suggest it again.”

Caroline nodded sharply, desire shooting through her. “Good, now if we can shut up and get back to what we were doing that would be great.”

Klaus' hands tightened on her, and he walked them backward until her back hit the door, pinning her there with his hips and fisted her shirt in his hands, yanking on the material.

The fabric ripped completely, and Klaus pushed the tattered shirt down her shoulders, the pieces falling to his bedroom floor.

“Hey!” Caroline’s eyes narrowed. “I really like that shirt!”

Klaus hand slipped behind her unhooking her bra with deft fingers, and pushed it down her arms and tossed it to the floor. “I’ll buy you more just like it.” his hands slid around to her ass and hiked her up against his body, his hot breath fanning across her breast, causing her nipples to harden. “I’ll buy you a whole new wardrobe.”

Caroline’s head thudded back against the door as his lips wrapped around her nipple, her hand came up, threading through his hair and holding him to her chest, as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud.

“Mmm,” Caroline bit her lip, biting back a moan.

Klaus tugged at her nipple with his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop careful not to break the skin, his lips skimmed up her throat, sucking on her pulse point as he lowered her back to her feet, his finger unfastening her jeans and pushing the fabric down her hips.

Caroline quickly nudged her shoes off as she tugged his shirt up and over his head, she placed her hands against his bare chest, her nails digging in slightly as he pushed her jeans down her legs.

Caroline kick them away once they were off, her hands shot to his pants unfastening them.

Klaus grabbed her by the waist before she could slip her hand inside his jeans, smirking he threw her on the bed, causing her to squeal as she bounced.

Klaus chuckled, getting rid of his shoes and pants, he approached the bed, his hands wrapped around her ankle sliding up her leg until he reached her hips, his finger hooking into the side of her blue lace panties and tugging sharply, they snapped off and he tossed them over his shoulder with a smug smirk.

Caroline wanted to wipe that smug look off his face and waited till he crawled up her body before wrapping her legs around his body and flipping him onto his back, his hardened cock pressing against her flat stomach.

Klaus attempted to raise up, but she pushed him back down, planting her arms over his chest as she adjusted their position, her legs bracketing his hips as she slid her wetness over his length, coating him in her arousal.

Klaus groaned, and he grabbed her by the hips, positioning her over his erection, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

Caroline dug her nails into his chest as she lowered herself onto him by just an inch before raising back up.

Klaus groaned as he slipped out of her, his eyes shooting up to her's as she let out a breathless laugh. Caroline’s eyes shined with mirth, her cheeks flushed. The blonde vixen was teasing him, knowing full well the effect she had on him.

Klaus matched her smirked with his own as he gripped her ass in both his hands and pulled her down over him, driving into her by lifting his hips.

Caroline’s mouth parted on a moan, her eyes sliding shut as he filled her.

Klaus groaned, the feel of her enveloping him in her tight channel, squeezing around him so perfect.

Caroline circled her hips before raising up off him, Klaus dug his feet into the bed and lifted his hips, driving up into her hard and fast as she came back down.

Caroline moaned loudly, her nails scraping down his chest as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Klaus watched her, his desire increasing. It was like looking at a Goddess while she rode him hard and fast, taking what she needed.

His hands gripped her ass, fingers digging into her delicate skin as he drove up into her again and again.

Caroline dragged her hands down his body to her own, moving her hands through her hair as she allowed herself to feel nothing but the way he filled her, his hands on her body and the pleasure building low in her stomach, pulsing.

Klaus raised up when her hand traveled to her breast, knocking it away and taking her nipple into his mouth, never stilling the movement of his hips.

Caroline cried out as his teeth grazed her nipple, every inch of her sensitive to the touch.

She rode him harder, her lust driving her forward as she chased that edge of bliss she could practically feel herself teetering on.

Klaus's left hand release its grip on her ass, skimming up her back, wrapping around her hair, gripping the strands, and pulling until her head tilted back exposing her neck.

His mouth left her breath, finding her pulse and sucked hard.

Caroline’s hips falter for just a second, a hot wave of lust shooting through her at the action.

Klaus' hips surged up sharply, hitting that spot inside her that had her falling over the edge, body shaking in pleasure as she came hard. “Oh, God, Klaus!” her hands scrambled for purchase, gripping his arms as her mouth landed on his shoulder, her fangs dropping, teeth piercing his flesh and drinking deeply of his blood. A sensation of pleasure shooting through her as her inner walls clamped down hard on his dick.

Klaus grunted, feeling her squeeze around him and feeling her drink from him. His eyes flashed, and he flipped them, hiking her legs up higher and drove into her with such force the bed slammed into the wall, the plaster cracking.

Caroline bit down harder, his cock pulsing inside her, twitching, a tingle started at the base of his spine.

He slid his hands to her thighs gripping them tightly as he pushed into her harder, faster, burying himself as deep as he possibly could his pelvis grinding against her. “Caroline,” he groaned against her neck.

Caroline’s hands slid down his back nails scraping, grasping his ass urging him on.

With a growl he drove into her again and again, he came with a grunt as she clamped down on him, filling her with his essence.

Caroline pulled her mouth from him, her eyes glazed over and his blood, dripping down the corner of her mouth.

Klaus' eyes flashed, and Caroline didn’t so much as flinch, she wrapped herself around him, keeping him buried deep inside her.

Klaus reached up cradling her as he leaned in, his tongue licking up the blood from the corner of her mouth, give a small growl before plundering her mouth, tasting his blood on her tongue.

Caroline gave a small moan from the back of throat her body arched, her nipples scraping against his chest.

When she gave a small push to his chest, her legs loosening their grip, he pulled back and out of her with a grunt, rolling onto his back.

“How-How did we go from arguing to having sex so quickly?” Caroline panted.

Klaus turned his head, raising an eyebrow at her. “The tension. The moment you started yelling at me, I wanted to give you a different reason for raising your voice.”

Caroline snorted. “You can’t resort to sex every time we argue, no matter how amazing it is.”

“I don’t know. It felt pretty great to me. And I prefer having you with me than walking away.” Klaus responded.

Caroline moved onto her side and curled against him. “I’m not gonna end things just because we don’t agree. I knew who you were when we started this and I don’t expect you to stop being you just because we’re together now.”

Klaus searched her face for any sign of a lie or some kind of manipulation, but there wasn’t any.

He pressed his mouth to hers and pushed her on her back, he settled back into the cradle of her thighs, tangling their fingers together, pressing their clasped hands into the mattress and pressed forward slowly inch by inch, pushing back inside her welcoming body and it felt like coming home.

“You ok?” Hayley asked Elijah.

“I'm better now,” Elijah answered. “How was your day?”

“Killer. What's with the artwork?” Hayley wondered, eyeing all the drawing Elijah had laid out on a table.

“Davina's sketches,” Elijah answered. “I wonder if they represent some kind of premonition. They seem to suggest something is coming. Something sinister.”

Hayley’s eyes widened as she recognized the woman in the sketches. “Oh, my god. Isn't that…”

“Hello, Celeste.” Sophie greeted, having finally found the dead witches unconsecrated grave.

Hayley pressed her phone to her ear, her face pinched in stress. “Come on, Sophie. Pick up. Pick up.”

Hayley feared things were about to get so much worse than they already are.

A/N: I know everyone wants Caroline and Klaus to find out the truth about what Hayley did and they will around chapter 22 or 23.

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tommybaholland · 6 years

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Enough Part 1 (tom holland x reader)

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Summary: the one where a line is drawn between you and tom when someone finds out

Word count: 4.5k of oof

(sorry if the ‘keep reading’ doesn’t work!)

Warnings: angst and swearing with a dash of fluff & smut

“I’m gonna need some water,” Tom requests after a big exhale. “I’m feeling a little faint, I’m not gonna lie.”

The press tour moved along and was currently stopping in Brazil. Tom and Laura had just finished their interview game that included them answering questions with a live spider in the room.

Tom was a little nervous about it, to say the least.

When asked if they wanted to hold it, being the fearless guy he is, Tom accepted the challenge. He cupped the large spider in his hands, which were visibly shaking, in order to alleviate his fear of spiders.

He came out from in front of the camera after they were done, water bottle in his hand, and quickly shuffled into the green room. You watched him anxiously pass you, making you shortly follow after him.

You opened the door to see him, alone, sitting in a chair, nervously sipping on his water.

“Hey,” you said while closing the door. He nodded, giving you a small smile. You walked closer to him, pulling up another seat to sit by him. You leaned in close, gently taking his hand in yours. “You alright?” You asked, rubbing the back of his trembling hand. “You’re shaking.”

He let out a long exhale, nodding his head vigorously before looking over at you. “Yeah, yeah. I’m alright,” he confirmed. “That spider was just...really big and...hairy,” he swallowed hard.

His face looked pale and his eyes were glossy. You gave him a sad smile, standing up to hold his head close to your middle while affectionately rubbing his shoulder and smoothing down his hair on the back of his head.

“Aww, it’s okay. It’s over now,” you comforted. “But you faced your fear and held it!”

“I’m really proud of you,” you added, pulling away to smile down at him.

He looked at you with longing eyes before he spoke those words.

“I love you.”

Your smile dropped, looking down at his sincere face. You wanted to admit it too, so badly. It was just three words and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to say them. Not because you didn’t feel the same way, but because of the situation you were in was what made you hesitate. You and Tom were still hiding from everyone, including your closest friends. Not even Josh knew and you told each other everything. Your guilt grew each day that you kept it from them. And Tom confessing his love for you really sent your guilt to an all time high.

So you just leaned down to kiss him, hoping he would catch your sentiment. You held his head in your hands, your thumbs brushing over his sharp jawline. His hands ran up your sides, pulling you closer. You took the cue to sit down on his lap, straddling him in the seat. His kisses were needy and fast, as if he was about to fade away and those were his last moments alive.

He pulled away and began kissing down your neck, starting at your jaw. He held your cheek as you giggled, lifting your chin to allow him more access.

“Tom,” you laughed while holding his wrist attached to the hand that held your cheek. “We can’t do this here.” You tried to be serious but couldn’t help indulging in his affection, his lips tickling your skin.

“Mmm, you smell good,” he commented, his face rested in between your neck and shoulder.

You smiled at his compliment, pushing at his chest slightly to look at him.

“I mean it, y’know. I do love you.”

You saw the admiration and love in his eyes, leaning in to give him one last slow kiss.

After a long day, you all head back to the hotel, looking to decompress a bit before dinner. You went to your room to put down your bag before pulling out your phone to reply to Tom’s text.

6:40pm Tom: Meet me in my room 😘

6:42pm You: Coming now, don’t get too excited! 😉

You walked down the hall to his room, looking behind you to make sure no one saw you. You reached his door and pulled out his spare room key that he had given you, sliding it into the cardholder, hearing the click of the door grant you access.

You walked in to see him sitting on the bed, typing on his phone. Upon hearing the door open, he looked up, immediately beaming at your appearance.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted. “I think you know why I’ve asked you to come here.”

You squinted your eyes, pretending to think. “Hmm, I don’t recall you telling me why.” You sat down next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Well that’s for me to know,” he replied while leaning closer to you, his voice lowering.

“And for you to find out,” he spoke against your lips.

He pushed you down onto the mattress roughly, making you squeal into his mouth. He hovered fully over you, pushing his knee in between your legs, with your lips still connected. The kiss was just as needy as earlier that day except he was getting a little more handsy by squeezing his hands down your body. Once they got your hips, one stayed there, while the other began to pet over your clothed heat, rubbing through the thin fabric of your pants. You hummed into his mouth while sucking on his lower lip.

You were suddenly pulled away from your pleasureful state when you heard a knock on his door and Harrison’s voice.

“Are you coming to dinner, mate?” The voice sounded through the door.

“Tom,” you mumbled against his lips, pulling away. “Haz is at the door.” You turned your head to look over while another knock rang out, giving Tom a chance to start kissing down your neck.

“Ignore it, he’ll go away, eventually,” he spoke into your skin.

Outside the door, Harrison was beginning to give up, figuring maybe his brunette friend had already gone downstairs. But when he looked down at the floor by the door, he noticed a room key sticking out at the bottom. He furrowed his brows in confusion while leaning down to pick it up. He looked at it, turning it over before looking back at Tom’s door as a curious thought popped into his head.

Harrison’s voice disappears, figuring that he finally gave up and left. You’re able to focus back on Tom, who’s currently placing open mouthed kisses on your collar with his fingers starting to sneak under the waistband of your pants.

Suddenly you hear the click of the key cardholder and the door quickly opening, revealing the tall blonde boy. His face immediately dropped in shock upon seeing Tom on top of you while in bed.

“Haz!” You exclaimed, sitting up quickly while slightly pushing Tom off of you.

“I-I found this outside the door,” he explained while holding up the key. You frantically dug your hands inside your jacket, failing to feel the smooth plastic in your pockets.

It must’ve fallen out. Maybe I thought I put it in my pocket?

“What the fuck is going on here?” He asks, nodding between the two of you.

“Mate-“

“It’s not-“

You both speak at the same time but Harrison cuts you off.

“Don’t give me the ‘it’s not what it looks like’ bullshit because it’s clearly what it looks like,” he retorted angrily. “Does anyone else know?”

You both shake your head.

Harrison rubs over his eyes before speaking again. “Why have you kept this a secret from me? From everyone?”

You look over at Tom, distress written all over your face, to see he’s looking at his friend with his mouth open. You can tell he wants to say something but nothing comes out of his mouth.

And it’s all because of you.

You never fully explained why you wanted to keep this a secret between you and him. And he never asked. But you highly doubt that the thought had never crossed his mind.

It had crossed Tom’s mind a few times. He never asked because truth be told, he liked keeping a part of his life a secret, for once. He didn’t mind sharing about himself in interviews and the fans calling his name but people can be intrusive. And that made him uncomfortable that people liked him so much, they would go to extreme lengths to know absolutely everything.

He already liked you from just casually hanging out with you but after you started hooking up, he couldn’t get enough. He never wanted to stop seeing you. Those few months that you spent apart after the film wrapped were the loneliest of his life. He had his friends and family, sure, and he could text or FaceTime whenever he pleased but something felt like it was missing without you.

Coming back for the press tour with you is when he really started to wonder why. But regardless, he was happy to be back with you and didn’t want to ruin the moment by trying to pry you open. You were taking it pretty slow in your relationship, after all. But he was starting to question your intentions, especially now that his best friend was involved.

Neither you nor Tom spoke up and you wondered if Tom’s head was spinning just as much as yours.

Harrison shook his head and scoffed. “Can’t believe this,” he mutters while turning to storm out the door.

“Wait, H!” Tom tries to get to the door but it’s too late. Harrison was already out the door, quickly trying to escape the situation.

Tom makes a sound of frustration, rubbing his hands over his face and through his hair. He walks back over to you, still sitting on the bed, and sits down on the edge but he’s further away from you with his hand bowed into his hands.

You just sat there, frozen, unsure of what to do. You looked at tom for a few moments before swallowing hard, trying not to cry.

“I’m so sorry, Tom, I didn’t know the key wasn’t in my pocket,” you tried to console him.

He looks up from his hands, turning his head towards you. “That’s what you’re sorry about?” He questioned in an irritated tone. “You’re sorry about my best friend catching us when we should’ve never been a secret in the first place?” He stood up from his seat. “He wouldn’t be mad at me right now if you didn’t insist on hiding from everyone!” He yelled.

“Tom, I—” You began but he shook his head, already turning around to storm out the door, just as his blonde friend did moments earlier. You winced at the door slamming shut, tears starting to fall at the realization of what occurred.

You and Tom rarely fought. And if you did it was usually about stupid little things. Sure, he was grumpy sometimes and needed some space but he’s never shouted at you like that before. But then again, you didn’t know that was how he really felt. Maybe he didn’t either. Harrison was his best friend and with this coming between the two, Tom may have realized it’s not what he wanted.

Either way, your actions finally caught up to you and now you had no one.

Ding!

The sudden noise pulled you from your spiraling emotions, only to see that it was your group chat. You scrolled through the messages, catching up on the conversation.

6:53pm Jacob: Dinner anyone? 😁

6:55pm Z: Yooo let’s goooo

6:58pm Josh: Fuck yes i’m starving

7:10pm Laura: Where is everyone? We’re downstairs

7:13pm Haz: I’m coming rn

You looked at the most recent message, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

7:17pm Tom: Omw now

You went back to your messages, clicking on Tom’s name to open your private chat. You started typing, tears still streaming down your face.

7:18pm You: I’m sorry

7:18pm You: I didn’t mean for this to happen

You locked your phone and stood up, leaving Tom’s room to go back to your own. You flopped back on your own bed, debating on going to dinner. You unlocked your phone, opening up your messages with Tom, and you felt a pang in your heart upon seeing the tiny text underneath your messages.

Read

Tom looks down at his phone, seeing your recent messages, as he rode the elevator down to the hotel lobby. He was still quite mad at you, but more confused than anything. He was just tired of hiding with you and now that it had created a rift between him and his best friend, he’d had it.

The elevator dinged, signaling that it had stopped at the lobby floor. Tom exited his messages and locked his phone without replying.

He walked into the restaurant inside the hotel, and joined his friends at the table. Of course, the only open seat was across from Harrison, on the far side of the table. He felt Harrison’s piercing blue eyes on him as he sat down and began looking at the menu. Tom had hoped that he didn’t already tell everyone about what happened but then again, it seemed like he didn’t get the chance yet, as no one else was acting weird around him.

Everyone ordered their drinks and went back to their separate conversations before Josh spoke up.

“Wait, where’s Y/N?” He asked, looking around at the table.

“I dunno. Tom was with her last.” Harrison quips, locking his glare on Tom, who just glared back at him.

Josh furrows his brows, looking back and forth between the two.

“You heteros are no help,” he replies, as he begins to text you at the table.

As dinner went by, Tom and Harrison didn’t speak a word to each other. Tom didn’t really talk much at all, which caused everyone to detect the tension between the two, making the tail-end of dinner pretty awkward. Tom needed to talk to his friend but it had to wait until after dinner, when they could be alone together.

After paying the check, everyone got up and went back up to their floor. Tom was the last one to leave, trailing behind Harrison, who was walking with Jacob. He got on the elevator with them, the tension thick in the air, making Jacob shuffle around awkwardly in his place. They got off at their floor, Harrison’s pace picking up to escape Tom. Jacob stumbled behind him, looking back at Tom, confused.

“Hey, guys, wait,” Tom finally spoke as he caught up with the two boys.

Harrison gave him a look of annoyance as he reached them but Tom wasn’t having it. “Jacob, can I talk to H alone for a second?”

Jacob’s glance shifted from him to Harrison.

“Uh, sure?” He replied, uncertainty in his tone.

“Why don’t you just tell me here, mate?” Harrison spoke up. “We’re all friends, right?”

Tom clenches his jaw, turning his head to look down the hall before looking back at him. “Okay, but can we go into your room?”

Harrison’s lips pressed into a tight line, digging into his pocket for his room key. All three of them walked inside, the door audibly shutting behind them.

Tom stops a few steps in front of the door while the two boys walk further into the room. They turn around to see their brunette friend standing there, rocking on his feet.

Harrison looks at Tom, waiting for him to start talking. “Well, go on.”

Jacob stands in between the two, feeling out of place and confused by the tension between them. “....What’s going on?”

“I dunno, Jacob. I’m waiting for Tom to tell us,” Harrison answers, still looking at Tom, who’s now walking closer to them.

Tom sighs before laying it all out to his two friends.

“Okay, so, as you saw, Harrison,” he began. “Y/N and I have been seeing each other.”

“What!?” Jacob exclaims.

Harrison wastes no time to interrogate. “Since when?”

“....A few weeks after we began shooting,” Tom mumbles.

“Dude, for real?” Jacob chimes in again.

“So you’ve been lying to us for, what? Almost a year?” Harrison observes.

“Well, we were apart for a few months after filming ended,” Tom clarified.

Harrison shook his head. “A few mon–Tom it doesn’t matter! You still snuck around and lied to all of us!”

“You think I don’t know that!?” Tom shouted, veins prominent in his neck. “You don’t understand. She told me not to tell anyone,” he explained.

“Okay, okay, wait. So you’ve been sleeping with Y/N for almost a year and she forces you not to say anything? Even to us?” Jacob relays out.

Tom laughs in annoyance. “First of all, we’ve never had sex. And second, she didn’t force me not to tell you guys. She just, told me not to tell anyone.”

“What happened to guy code, man? We,” Harrison counters, gesturing between him and Jacob. “Your best friends, would like to know these things and trust you to tell us. That’s kinda how this works.”

“Yeah dude, the fuck?” Jacob agrees.

“Listen guys, I’m sorry I never told you. It’s just, I really like her,” Tom confesses.

Harrison sighs, starting to feel sympathy for his friend. “Well, why didn’t she want you to tell anyone?”

“That’s the thing,” Tom laughs. “I’m not sure why.”

Josh, Zendaya, and Laura left the restaurant before the boys, carrying a foam box of food that they ordered for you. Josh had texted you, asking where you were, but you never replied back.

“So no word from Y/N?” Zendaya asked.

“Nope,” Josh replied. “C’mon, let’s check her room,” he suggested.

The three of them walk down the hall of the floor and reach your door.

“Y/N!” Josh hollers, knocking on your door. “Bitch, we know you’re in there.”

You slowly get up, trying to wipe your face which had been tear streaked with ruined mascara under your eyes. You opened the door to see Josh, Zendaya, and Laura standing outside. You turned to walk back to your bed, leaving the door open for them to enter.

“We brought you something from dinner,” Laura said gingerly, placing a styrofoam box on the console. You started to tear up and sniffle again at the thoughtful gesture, knowing they’d probably hate you after this.

Josh came over and sat on the bed next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Aw, what’s wrong? You know I hate seeing you cry,” he consoled. The other girls joined you, sitting at the end of the bed, waiting for you speak.

“I-I have to tell you guys s-something,” you sniffled.

They put their full attention on you, wanting to hear what you had to say. You took a deep breath before confessing your thoughts.

“Tom…” They nodded slowly, pushing for you to continue.

“...And I have been hooking up for the past year and I told him not to tell anyone so we kept it a secret and then filming ended,” you rambled. “So we were apart for a few months and now that we’re together again things are getting more intense and today he told me he loved me and then Harrison walked in on us and now Tom’s mad at me and I just wish I never kept it from anyone,” you finished, letting out a long breath of relief as the truth was finally out in the open.

You looked up at all of their faces to see them looking at each other, wondering what to say.

“I’m sorry–” You started to apologize before Josh’s high pitched laugh rang out.

“HAH! I knew it, I fucking knew it! You bitches owe me the new Jeffree Star highlighter palette,” he exclaimed, pointing at the two girls. They exchanged looks with displeased smiles.

Josh turns back to you, looking at him with furrowed brows. “Bitch, we been knew,” he explained. “Well, I knew. I’ve had my suspicions since you stopped closing yourself up in the trailer and taking all those FaceTime calls after the shoot ended.”

He was right. You never really FaceTimed anyone except him and your mom but Josh knew you well enough that you would never contact her that often.

“Okay, Sherlock, chill out! We’ve established that you were right,” Zendaya chimed in. “Did you know the rest of the tea, though, hmm?”

“Yeah, Y/N, what happened, again?” Laura joined.

“Did you say that man said he loves you?” Josh questioned.

You took another deep breath, nodding. “Yes. Today, after you guys had finished that interview with the spider,” you started, looking over at Laura. “He dropped it on me, like, out of nowhere.”

“And what did you say back?” Laura asked.

“Nothing. That’s when the guilt really hit me because I do love him but I’m just scared of where this’ll lead,” you explained.

“What do you mean?” Zendaya spoke up.

“I just, I’ve never really been lucky with relationships and when this all started, it was nice just being with him and not getting others involved,” you replied, ashamed in your answer.

“Well, Y/N, we are your friends. Even though I basically knew, I would have rathered you tell me instead of me having to fucking snoop around,” Josh says.

“I know, I know it’s bad and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” You tried to defuse the situation. “I usually don’t keep things like this from you guys but I just don’t know how to handle this situation. Y’know, dating someone in the industry, especially with him being Spider-Man.”

“That’s why you have us, sis!” Josh exclaims.

“Stop, Josh,” Z scolds before turning back to you. “Look, Y/N, we can help you through this. But you need to keep us in the loop or else we can’t do it, okay?”

You nod at her request, not wanting anything else to backfire in your face. “Alright, good. Now, tell us what happened,” she said, gesturing for you to continue.

You told them everything that happened earlier that day with you, Tom and Harrison, emphasizing Tom’s animosity towards you after the fact.

“I don’t blame him. He has every right to be mad and this is my fault but I just want to be with him,” you confessed.

“Well, I mean, you did wrong him by fucking him for almost a year and not letting him do what every heterosexual male does and talk about it to his friends,” Josh responds.

“We’ve never had sex, actually. You know I don’t give it away that easily,” you retorted with a flat tone. “And I know what I did, I just want everything to be okay.”

“Well I hope he gets that pussy soon with everything you’ve put him through!” He throws back.

“You’re not helping, Josh!” Laura jumped in. “Okay, Y/N, it’s alright. We can fix this. Tom is just emotional right now and you should give him his space but he forgives easily.”

“Yeah, and you should just tell him how you feel. He’ll understand,” Z added. “He’s still getting used to his own situation as well.”

You nod, already trying to think about how you would explain it all to him. You weren’t exactly the best at expressing your feelings to someone. Sometimes your feelings were too complex for you to even understand. However, one thing was clear to you:

I love him, but I was wrong.

The next morning, you wake up feeling worse than you did the night before. You barely got any sleep, tossing and turning while your mind was plagued with everything that had happened, and everything that could happen today. You checked your phone which showed there was still nothing from Tom. Your heart ached as you dreaded seeing him today, thinking about how you’re the last person he’d want to be around right now.

You went downstairs to join Josh, Laura and Z in a car. They gave you a pep talk during the ride over to the studio, knowing that you’d eventually have to interact with Tom. You are his makeup artist, after all.

Once you arrived, you had to do Tom’s makeup as he was doing an solo interview first. You found him sitting off to the side by himself, politely waiting for you to come over. You reluctantly walked over to him with your makeup case clutched in your hand. Normally Josh would be next to you incase you needed anything but he wanted you to sort this out with Tom just as much as you did.

You approached him, mumbling a quiet ‘hey’ and setting your stuff down on the table next to him. He didn’t say anything but nodded and gave you a tight lipped smile, which made the hole in your heart grow a little wider.

You worked on his face in silence, with him just scrolling through his phone, trying to avoid conversation with you. The painful silence didn’t last too long as you had gotten pretty quick at doing his makeup. After you were finished, you said a quick ‘all done’ to which he thanked you just as quickly and stayed in the chair, still preoccupied by the device.

You saw this as your chance and forced yourself to break the silence.

“Tom?” You said loud and clear. He looked over at you, eyebrows raised. “Can...can we talk?”

He looked at you for a moment, seeing the pleading look in your eyes before agreeing. “Yeah, alright.”

You took his hand, resisting the urge to interlace your fingers, pulling him off to the side of the set. People could still see you, but at least you were out of the main focus.

You dropped his hand once you arrived, but kept your back turned to him. You took a deep breath before turning to face him. You avoided his eye contact, actually you avoided looking at his entire face, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You didn’t know where to start but two words eventually emerged in your head.

“I’m sorry,” you began, “for everything. And you deserve an explanation so I’m gonna try to lay it out.”

You paused trying to collect your thoughts.

“When this all started, I didn’t think much of it honestly. I did really like you but I wasn’t sure how you felt until we got back here. And I told you to not tell anyone because I just enjoyed being with you, y’know? It was nice not having anyone in our business, especially with you, being so….well known. It just scares me a bit.”

He takes his gaze off of you, looking down while biting his lip, heeding your words.

“So you didn’t want anyone, including our friends, to know because you’re scared of other people getting involved?”

“Um, yeah, I mean, l-I guess. It’s just overwhelming. I know you love your job but I also see you’re exhausted by it sometimes and I’ve see what this type of situation does to relationships,” you explain, referring to his level of celebrity.

He scoffs at your words. “Y/N it’s really not that big a deal.”

“It’s not but–“

“Then why’re you making it sound like that?”

“I’m just, trying to tell you how I feel. I’m slow to warm up,” you reduced. “and I don’t like fighting with people, especially ones who I really care about,” you added, taking his hand to softly hold in yours.

He looked down at your joined hands, processing your words. You seemed pretty sincere but he wasn’t sure he could fully forgive you yet. He wanted to but he wasn’t buying it at the moment.

“Why are you overthinking this so much?” He finally asks.

He wanted to dig deep into you and really find out what brought this all on. And he hit it right on the head. You were overthinking it, you had been right from the beginning. You really didn’t have an answer, your eyes searching through his to find what he wanted to know.

“I love you...shouldn’t that be enough?” Tears began to well up in your eyes at his broken tone.

This is it, just say it!

Your mouth opened but nothing came out, silence continuing to fill the air.

Tom shook his head, pulling his hand from yours.

“Forget it. Glad to know I mean so much to you,” he said while backing away from you, eventually turning around to walk away, running his hands through his hair.

You stood there for a second, alone, broken. You quickly turned around and walked into a dark corner of the set, hoping no one would find you. You leaned back against a wall, sliding down into a seated position, finally letting all your tears fall. Your thoughts overwhelmed you but one thing was absolutely clear:

He loves me, but now he’s gone.

A/N: fun fact an alternative title for this was ‘peeping harrison’ lol. woo, been working on this one for a minute. been thinkin about writing this for an even longer minute and its finally happening!! there will be another part but i’m still playing around with a few things so i’m not sure if i should post it....yet *wink* but lmk! hoped you enjoyed and stay cool my dudes...

read more of my tom writing here

part 2??

~ tommybaholland 🌺

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kwanisms · 6 years

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CROSSING THE THRESHOLD - Part 5

Difference threshold is defined as the minimum noticeable difference that a person can detect at least fifty percent of the time.

⤑ genre: smut, angst, fluff, Best friend!Jihoon, Neighbor!Jeonghan ⤑ pairing: Jihoon x Reader, Jeonghan x Reader ⤑ warning: alcohol, mention of rape (no details, just mentioned) ⤑ summary: Jihoon surprises you with a night out after work during which an old acquaintance shows up and details of your past are made known to new friends. ⤑ word count: 4.1k

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You slumped in your seat as the meeting dragged on, trying your best to focus. Unfortunately for you, you overslept your alarm and rushed at lightning speed to get ready for work, scarfing down a bagel while you packed your satchel, half dressed. Now, you tried not to nod off while you sat through a meeting about correctly filling expense reports in a timely manner.

Once the meeting wrapped up, you were introduced to a new employee and two new interns before you were dismissed and free to return to your desks. You stood up, ignoring the whispers of gossip around you, just wanting to get back to your cubicle and get through your work.

“(Y/N), could you stay for just a moment?” You turned your head upon hearing your boss' voice. You lingered behind as the rest of your coworkers filed out. “How much longer until that report is complete? I need it turned in no later than Monday,” she said, holding a stack of folders. “I'm almost finished with it, I should have it on your desk before lunch tomorrow,” you said with a nod of your head.

You exchanged a few more pleasantries before returning to your desk to finish the last 30 minutes of your shift. Most people found office work boring, but you found comfort in it. Book work was always a strong suit of yours in school so you transitioned into college, and later your entry level position, easily.

Finishing your paperwork for the day, you heard your phone buzz in your bag. You were done for the day, so you packed up, grabbing your bag after throwing on your coat and scarf. You made your way to the elevator and pulled your phone out of your bag, unlocking the screen with a swipe.

Hoonie [15:56]: are you off work, yet? You [16:01]: just got on the elevator, why? Hoonie [16:04]: no reason (: You [16:07]: …. Jihoon? Hoonie [16:08]: uwu You [16:10]: what did u do?

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the lobby of your office building.

Hoonie [16:13]: look up.

Your feet brought you to a halt and you looked up to find Jihoon standing in the lobby, a huge smirk plastered on his face. You rushed over to him. “What are you doing here?” you ask looking around the lobby. “I came to pick you up. We're going out for drinks,” he said, placing one hand on the small of your back and leading you out the doors. “But I'm not dressed for going out!” you huffed, pulling him to a stop.

Jihoon looked you over. “Take your hair down,” he said after giving you a once over. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Just humor me.” You sighed and pulled the hair stick from your messy bun. Your hair cascaded down in soft waves, courtesy of putting your hair up while it was damp this morning. Jihoon grinned at you. “Got any lipstick in that purse?” he nodded at your bag. Reaching in, you felt around, pulled out your lip tint and put some on. After dropping the tube back in your bag, Jihoon grabbed your hand, pulling you along after him down the sidewalk to his car. “Perfect, let's go.”

Once reaching the car, he pulled open the passenger door and let you in before getting in and starting the ignition. Jihoon drove away from the office building complex and towards downtown. “What brought this on all of the sudden?” you asked as he pulled into a parking space and turned the car off. “We haven't had a night out in a while,” he said getting out of the car. You followed, leaving your work bag in the backseat.

The two of you approached the door to the bar and are let in after showing your IDs. “Put my phone in your purse, cause you know me,” he said as you approach the bar top, handing over the device. “Yeah, you'll call or text Soo-mi,” you said, rolling your eyes. You tucked the phone in one of the pockets of your purse with yours and took a seat next to Jihoon. He ordered your drinks and turned to you while the bartender made them.

“How was today?” he asked, removing his coat. “It was okay, just like reports. We had a meeting. Something about teamwork and punctuality. The same old bullshit,” you said, adding a thanks when he helped you remove your own coat. “Anyone joining us?” you asked watching Jihoon check his watch.

“Soonyoung,” he murmured. “Oh, and Joshua,” he added looking up at you, monitoring your reaction. Your brows furrowed. “Joshua?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah, that guy that lived in my dorm from America. The one who always had a bible in his book bag.” Your jaw clenched as you tried to keep your breaths steady. Yeah, I remember him,” you muttered darkly. Jihoon turned his attention to his drink and whispered something you couldn't hear.

You remembered Joshua alright. He had started a series of rumors during your time in college together and you would rather not see him at all. You let out a soft groan, stretching your arms out and flexing your fingers. “It was actually Josh who wanted to meet up,” Jihoon said and you turned to him. “Really? Sounds like you two kept in touch after everything that happened. Didn't know you to be so friendly,” you said bitterly, stirring your drink.

Jihoon placed a hand over yours softly. “It's been a few years, (Y/N), give him a chance,” he said softly. You looked up at him and finally sighed. “Fine. I'll give him another chance, but if he says anything, I'm putting his head through a wall.” Jihoon smirked, no doubt imagining what you just said, holding back a laugh as he raised his glass to his lips. The two of you continued to talk, sipping on your drinks as the bar slowly filled up around you.

The door to the bar swung open, a cold gust of wind hitting your bare legs and you shivered slightly as you peered over your shoulder. The group previously occupying a large corner booth left as Soonyoung entered and waved as soon as he spotted the two of you. He made his way over and squeezed between you and Jihoon, a look of annoyance crossing the latter's face. “Hey!” he said a breathy voice. You glanced at him to see his face red and he was out of breath.

“Did you run here?” Jihoon asked, playfully shoving his shoulder while Soonyoung ordered his drink. “Let's move to that booth,” you nodded toward the empty booth in the corner as a server moved away after wiping the tabletop down. The three of you moved your stuff and sat down as the door opened again, another gust of cold air filling the bar. “Ji!” you heard a familiar voice say. Looking up, you saw that Joshua had finally joined you.

He had really matured since college. His face was more defined, his round cheeks left behind for sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His bangs were pushed back showing off his forehead. He looks good, your brain had a momentary lapse in judgment and you mentally scold yourself for thinking anything of the sort.

“Hey, Joshua, glad you could make it out, “ Jihoon smiled. “You remember my roommate, Soonyoung?” he asked. “Ahh, Hoshi. How could I, or anyone for that matter, forget you?” Joshua said, a smirk gracing his lips. Soonyoung forced a smile at his old classmate. “Joshua,” he said curtly, tensing up as the dark haired male joined the table. “And my best friend, (Y/N). You remember her, right?” Joshua's eyes landed on you and widened. “Wow, (Y/N), you look incredible. How have you been?”

You shift in your seat under his gaze before you're interrupted. “Not drinking, Joshua?” Soonyoung asked, glaring at Joshua, no doubt noticing Joshua's lingering gaze on you. “My friend is getting it for me, ah, speaking of,” he said looking up as two more figures joined the table. “Guys, this is-"

“Jeonghan?” You say glancing up at your best friend's neighbor. “Seungcheol?” you add noticing him as well. The pair smiled at you and joined the table, Seungcheol sitting next to Joshua and Jeonghan next to you so you were now squished between your best friend and the man who had been harassing your dreams almost every night.

“You know them, (Y/N)?” Joshua asked, taking his drink from Seungcheol. “We live next door to Jihoon and Soonyoung,” Seungcheol said smiling at his neighbors. “(Y/N) visits frequently so we see much of her as well,” Jeonghan added, his gaze falling on you. You busied yourself with your drink and noticed Jihoon tense up, narrowing his eyes at the way Jeonghan was looking at you. Jihoon cleared his throat, trying to break the tension at the table. “So, what are you up to these days, Joshua?”

As you listened, you were painfully aware of how close Jeonghan's body was to your own and at first you thought that he didn't have enough room at the end of the booth, but after you scooted over to make more room, he moved closer, his thigh pressing against yours. His body was hot. Way too hot. Incredibly hot and you tried to focus on the conversation but all you could think about was his straddling his lap and grinding against his hard—

“(Y/N)?” You blinked a few times, trying to register what was just said. “Are you okay?” Joshua asked and all eyes fell on you. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and offered a shaky laugh. “Yeah, I just… I had a long day. I'm very tired. Overslept this morning.”

Joshua nodded. “Well anyway, I was wondering what you've been up to,” here inquired and you nodded. “Accounts. Expenses, stuff like that. I'm in charge of putting reports together of department spending.” To your relief, the conversation shifting away from you and you let out a sigh.

Jihoon gave you a worried look but you shook your head and smiled at him, allowing him to return to the topic. “Are you alright?” you heard Jeonghan's voice in your ear. “I'm fine,” you whispered. He let out a soft chuckle and says nothing else. You downed your drinks much quicker after Jeonghan and Seungcheol joined the table, mostly out of your own nervousness at the former’s close proximity.

The conversation split off as Jihoon and Joshua mostly caught up. Soonyoung glanced back and forth between the two as he was literally caught between them. Your attention had turned to Jeonghan and he asked you about your day. You mentioned Jihoon surprising you by picking you up from work and how you got to the bar.

“Your hair does look nice like this,” Jeonghan said, resting his chin in his hand and facing you, his lips twitching into a half smile. You felt your cheeks heat under his stare, also partially from his compliment. The two of you were exchanging quips back and forth, probably due to the liquid courage in your glasses. “Yours looks pretty nice like this too,” you said voicing your notice that he had dyed it recently. It was no longer silver now a reddish brown instead. He had the top half of it pulled up into a small bun.

Jeonghan’s smile grew when you brought a hand up to play with the end of one of his locks. You couldn't help but smile back, letting out a very uncharacteristic giggle that only happened when you were tipsy. The smile on his face along with the look in his eyes, almost of pure admiration, sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy and you downed the rest of the alcohol in your glass.

“Whoa, slow down there, (Y/N),” Joshua quipped. “One might think you're trying to beat Soonyoung's old record.” Soonyoung opened his mouth to angrily retort but you beat him to it. “No one asked you, Joshua.” The male smirked at you, a twinkle in his eye. He hadn't changed at all.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), it's just a joke,” he said with a laugh. “Much like your sex life?” you blurted out before you could think about it. “Ahh, if you're about to confess your deep rooted crush on me, save it. I'm not interested in used goods,” Joshua laughed. You clenched your fist angrily.

“As if I wanted you anywhere near me. Anyway, aren't you saving yourself for Jesus?” you fired back. “(Y/N),” Jihoon warned, shooting you a look. “No, no, it's okay, Ji. Let her say whatever, at least no one called me the campus slut,” Joshua said, shrugging.

Your vision went dark as you reacted and before you had time to process what you were doing, you picked up your glass and threw the contents in Joshua's face. “Fuck you, Hong. You know what happened!” you practically screamed. Jihoon grabbed your arm and pulled you down. “Hey, (Y/N), not here,” he said softly, trying to calm you down before a bouncer came to kick you out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Soonyoung giving Joshua a death glare, Seungcheol was helping wipe the contents of your drink off the table. Jeonghan was looking from you to Joshua, a look of shock and confusion replacing the flirty smile he was giving you moments ago. “Let GO,” you hissed, ripping your arm out of your best friend's grasp. You turned to Jeonghan.

“Let me out,” you said, trying to hold back a sob, tears blurring your vision. He got up slowly and you pulled yourself out of the booth, snatching your purse and coat from the seat. You took off for the bathroom, locking yourself in the first stall before slumping down onto the toilet seat and bursting into tears. You hated him. You hated Joshua. He was so smug. He hadn't changed at all.

Outside, Jeonghan followed Jihoon with his eyes as Jihoon took off after you. “What was that about?” Seungcheol asked, looking at his friend. “Don't worry about that. (Y/N) just got around in college, that's all,” Joshua smirked, still wiping his face. “You really are a piece of shit,” Soonyoung grumbled, toying with his empty bottle. Joshua scoffed. “What was that, Hoshi?” he asked looking every bit offended as he sounded. “You're a piece of shit,” Soonyoung repeated only a little louder. “You know the truth.” Joshua laughed.

“Ahh, the truth. Yes, of (Y/N) sleeping with half the baseball team. Hey, you were on that team weren't you? Did you get any?” Soonyoung slammed his bottle down on the table. “You know that's not true. She didn't sleep with them, Hong, she was taken advantage of!” Soonyoung growled, his voice still low.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol exchanged glances. “She was drunk, that's no excuse.” Soonyoung grabbed the front of Joshua's shirt. “No, that's no excuse for their behavior, not hers,” he snarled. “She shouldn't have been drinking then,” Joshua said, trying to pry Soonyoung off him.

“They fucking raped her, Hong,” Soonyoung hissed, his grip tightening. “Let go of me, Hoshi,” Joshua said trying to pull away. “You know what really happened and yet you deny it. Blame her for something out of her control. They would have just done it to another girl if (Y/N) was sober. They're the ones to blame, not her!”

“Let's break this up,” Seungcheol finally said, stepping in. He pulled Joshua away from Soonyoung. “Let's go get some air,” Seungcheol said, pulling Joshua away from the booth, giving Jeonghan a look that said ‘we’re leaving.’ Jeonghan glanced over to Soonyoung who was glaring after the two. “I'm uh, gonna close out our tabs,” he said standing up but Soonyoung didn't answer.

Back in the bathroom, you washed your hands, glancing up at your reflection. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. You dried your hands and stepped out into the hall where Jihoon was waiting, leaning up against the wall. Your eyes made contact and he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. “I hate him,” you sniffled, voice muffled by his chest. “I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking,” Jihoon said, resting his head on top of your head.

“You ready to go?” he asked, pressing his lips to your forehead. You nodded and pulled away. He lead you over to the bar to close his tab and you saw Jeonghan waiting by the bar. Soonyoung was still sitting at the table, rolling his empty beer bottle between his palms.

You felt eyes on you and looked back at Jeonghan. His eyes were on you, a sort of sadness in them. You looked at the table again and then it dawned on you that Joshua and Seungcheol have left. Your blood boils when you think about Joshua’s words and you distract yourself by brushing past Jeonghan, ignoring his attempts to talk to you and sat down with Soonyoung. He looked up at you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

You chuckled lightly and patted his back, hugging him back with the same strength. “He's a pompous asshole, don't listen to him,” he whispered in your ear. You thanked him and felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn as much as Soonyoung's grip allowed to see Jihoon standing behind you. He nodded toward the door and you pulled yourself, and Soonyoung, out of the booth. Jeonghan was already out the door ahead of you when you finally stepped out of the bar and into the chilly night.

“Let's go grab a bite,” Soonyoung offered but Jihoon shook his head. “I think (Y/N) wants to go home.” His eyes found yours and you nodded, settling yourself between the two. They both walked you to Jihoon's car, Soonyoung lying down in the back, you in the front with Jihoon. As Jihoon pulled out onto the street, you saw Jeonghan and Seungcheol walking, Joshua nowhere in sight. You turned away from the window, crossing your arms over your chest and sliding down in your seat.

The ride to your apartment was silent, neither one of you saying anything. Jihoon reached over and took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled down at your hands and traced light patterns into his skin. Nothing was said but you knew it was meant to calm you.You were thankful for Jihoon. Thankful that he stayed in your life. And you were grateful for Soonyoung always standing up for and protecting you. You had two of the most wonderful best friends in the entire world and you wouldn't trade them for anything in a million years.

Jihoon turned off the ignition, the rumbling replaced by the soft sound of Soonyoung snoring in the backseat. You shook your head, chuckling and got out, grabbing your work bag from the floor board. Jihoon walked you to your door and pulled you into another tight hug. “I'm never inviting him to anything again,” he whispered in your hair. “I'm not even going to talk to him ever again.”

You smiled weakly, letting out a mix of a cry and laugh before you parted to punch in the code to your building.

“Call me if you need anything,” Jihoon said bringing a hand up to brush your hair back out of your face, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You could have sworn you saw something familiar in his eyes following the gesture, something you hadn't seen in a few years, but as soon as it came, it was gone and you thought maybe the alcohol was playing tricks on you.

You said goodnight before stepping into your building and following the stairs to your apartment on the second landing. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed your door, usually locked with 5 locks, ajar. You approached cautiously, peering in.

Your stomach twisted upon seeing the state of your apartment. Dishes shattered all over the kitchen, your flower pots broken, dirt spilling out onto the counter tops, your couch missing, curtains ripped to shreds, and it sinks further. Your TV and gaming console also gone. You stepped cautiously over the bits of broken glass and trash from the wastebasket.

You made your way over to your bed area to see clothes strewn about, as they rifled through your dresser. Jewelry was missing as well as some of your lingerie. A broken cry sounded before the blasting of an unfamiliar ringtone from your purse.

You dug through it, fighting back tears until you pulled out Jihoon's phone. Soonyoung’s face filing the screen. You answered it and Jihoon sighed a breath of relief. “Hey, I forgot my phone was in your bag. Can you bring it down to me? I'm out…side?” he trailed off upon hearing your crying. “(Y/N)? What's wrong?” he asked, worry in his voice. You broke down, telling him in between sobs that someone broke into your apartment. Jihoon was silent on the other end until, “we'll be right up.” The phone went silent.

You heard the building door open and two sets of footsteps hurrying up the stairs before your door was thrown open. Jihoon made his was over to you, stepping over the wreckage and sat you down on the edge of your bed. “Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”

You told him from start to finish what happened while Soonyoung phoned the police. They showed up 20 minutes later and took a statement from the three of you, took photographs of the apartment as well as a few items for evidence. The neighbors were questioned and the landlord contacted. You were advised not to stay in the apartment that night and you agreed so Jihoon and Soonyoung helped you pack and find your cat, Mochi.

“You're moving in with us,” Jihoon did said as he carried a suitcase down the steps to his car. Soonyoung followed with more of your luggage, leaving you to carry Mochi. “I'll just stay until I find a new place,” you said, following behind. Both men stopped in their tracks and turned to face you.

“You're moving in with us, tonight,” they said in unison. The car was packed up with what you were allowed to take, Soonyoung in the backseat with Mochi in his carrier and you back in the front. “They're gonna get whoever did this, (Y/N), don't worry,” Soonyoung said from behind you.

Once at their apartment, you stashed your luggage in the third bedroom. This was the first time you were seeing it. It had boxes filled with random knickknacks, old clothes, and the like. “We'll clear this out tomorrow and clean this room so you can have this room,” Jihoon said scratching the back of his head. “I could just crash on the couch until I find a place,” you muttered and Jihoon grabbed your shoulder, turning you toward him. “You're moving in here, (Y/N). If you think I'll let you live anywhere else, you're wrong. I won't let anything like this happen to you again.”

Your face flushed and you looked at the wood floor, not meeting his gaze. “Thank you,” you whispered. He patted the top of your head and chuckled. “I'll take the couch, you can have my bed tonight,” he said softly. “No, that's okay! I'll sleep on the couch!” you offered but Jihoon just shook his head. “No, I'll be fine. You're going to wake up with a hangover. I didn't drink as much as you did,” he joked and you stuck your tongue out before finally relenting and moving from the small room and into Jihoon's room to get ready for bed.

You finally settled in the sheets, Jihoon grabbing his pillow and a blanket from the closet before setting himself up on the couch for the night. The last thing you remembered was calling out a goodnight to him before exhaustion overtook you and you passed out.

a/n: Aissshhhh this was the hardest chapter to write. It took me forever to piece everything together and make sure it flowed well. Also, yeah I wrote Joshua as an asshole and it’s because idk. I know he’s actually a sweetheart, but I just did it, okay? I’m sorry Joshua stans!! ;n; As always, I welcome feedback and appreciate you reading!! Let me know if you like it! ~K ♡

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Knight

Tyler Joseph X Reader

Request: could you do one where a creepy guy starts hitting on y/n and being really pervy and you get really scared and then Tyler or Josh sWOOPS IN AND SAVES THE DAY cause that would be amazing. thanks (I love your writing so much !!)

A/N: SO THIS CAN BE A BIT TRIGGERING SO BE WARNED. THIS IS NOT A SMUT. IT DOES HAVE SOME SEXUAL CONTENT HOWEVER. I’ll list the warnings down below!!! I apologize for the lack of content recently, I’ve been very discouraged about writing and I just haven’t really had much time to write either. I hope you guys enjoy this one, however. I promise I’ll try to be more consistent with my writing, but please bear with me if I’m not. You guys are the absolute best! Thank you for sticking with me.

WARNINGS: sexual harassment, language, some mild violence, uncomfortable situations

Tyler and Josh were celebrating the release of a new album and tour dates. You couldn’t be any more proud of them and everything they’ve achieved. The party was being held at a good friend’s house. It was a beautiful mansion complete with an outdoor pool, speakers inside and out, and it was equipped with a bar. There were several floors, and the house itself was very modern. You couldn’t help but smile at the place. The owners were not only rich, but they were humble about it as well.

You had a drink in your hand as you swayed to the music that was being played by the DJ. Tyler walks over to you and grabs you by the waist, swaying along with you to the music,

“Hello beautiful.” he whispers softly.

You smile and giggle, turning around giving him a quick peck.

“Hey, love.” you respond. “Congratulations. I know I’ve told you that a million times but I am so damn proud of you.”

Tyler gives you a great big smile, and hugs you tightly.

“Wouldn’t have been able to do it without you. You’ve supported me through everything and I can’t thank you enough. I mean, I don’t even know how you deal with being apart from me for so long. I know I can barely handle it.”

You give him a cheeky grin.

“Well, I can take it because I know you’re living your dream and you are saving lots of lives… and I know you have a blast every time you perform. And it’s not like I never go with you on tour. I do. And I love every second of it.”

Tyler places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, taking your hands in his own.

“I love you, (Y/N). I hope you know that.”

“I do, Mr. Joseph. And I love you. With all my heart. Now, go talk with the others. I’m sure they’re dying to tell you how proud they are of you and Josh. I’m going to get some fresh air.” you smile and kiss him one more time before walking away, going to the front of the yard.

You take in a deep breath, trying to get some fresh air. There was such a crowd that your anxiety was starting to take action. You loved being around Tyler and his people, but it could easily become overwhelming.

You sat down on the bench outside on the front lawn, looking up at the night sky. It was clear, not a single cloud in sight. You were surprised at the lack of people in the front with you. Surely you couldn’t be the only one who got overwhelmed by the ginormous crowd within the household. You wave at some of your friends, smiling as you look back into the house, seeing Tyler. His face lit up whenever he talked with others. He was so happy, and you couldn’t help but smile at that fact.

A ragged old man sat beside you, and you moved over a little to make room for him, thinking nothing of it. You look down at your drink and take a sip, wincing at the sour taste that overcame your mouth. The man scoots closer to you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Excuse me miss… but I think… you’re incredibly beautiful.” he stutters. His breath smelled of alcohol. You didn’t recognize him as someone you knew, or anyone Tyler knew. You smile gently and move away once more, kindly thanking the man for the compliment.

“You know… the ladies’ call me the Magic Man…” he continues, obviously not getting the hint that you were completely uninterested.

“That’s nice... “ you whisper, trying to not be rude to the person. “Why is that…?” you ask, immediately regretting it. You hoped if you asked him he would stop talking to you and walk away. You weren’t one to assume the worst about people, but you were getting bothered by this guy.

He gives you a smirk and scoots closer to you.

“Well, since you asked, let me show you.” he states. He stares at you with lust in his eyes. You felt uncomfortable and began to get up, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back down before you could leave. “Women tend to love the way I touch… the ability I have to make people feel good… scream in pure ecstasy… that is why they call me the Magic Man…”

He keeps one hand on your wrist, the other slithering over to your leg.

“Please stop... “ you say sternly. “If you don’t… I’ll scream.” you say.

He simply shakes his head at you and continues to move his hand up your thigh, dipping his hand under your dress. He rests his fingers on your core, and you inhale deeply, uncomfortable at the whole situation. You tried to pull his hand out from under your dress, but as ragged and old as he looked, he was pretty strong for someone of his stature.

“Can he make you come like I could, baby…?” he whispers in your ear. “Can he make you scream for more? Could he make you come multiple times in one night…? Pound you so hard that you can’t even walk the next morning…?”

He begins to rub up and down and you begin to squirm. You cry out for Tyler but he covers your mouth. He grabs your wrists and drags you away from the house, pulling you towards the backyard of another house. You try to kick him but to no avail. It was as if he had done this multiple times before.

You could hear your name being screamed behind you.

“(Y/N)?!” Tyler shouts. He looks around and starts to panic when he doesn’t see you in the front yard. Tyler always had a sixth sense for whenever you were in trouble. He frowns and starts to sprint when he sees you being dragged away by a stranger.

“HEY!” he screams. The man looks back at glares, looking at you with a questionable look in his eyes.

“That your boyfriend?” he spits out at you. “He ain’t gonna like what I’m about to do to his precious little girlfriend…” he smirks and begins to laugh maniacally.

Tyler begins to run faster than he has ever run in his life. He pants and starts to sweat, the adrenaline pumping through his body. He couldn’t believe what was actually happening. He shouldn’t have let you out of his sight. He knew there would be creeps at the party, but he hoped that no one would cause a scene like this.

Tyler takes a different path, knowing the neighborhood quite well. He makes a sharp left followed by a right, tackling the man down to the ground when he saw him. He gets up and grabs your hand, looking at you with concerned eyes.

“Are you okay, babe? Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head, but tears begin to fall from your face.

“He… didn’t hurt me… but he touched me… I tried to stop him…” you sob. “I’m so sorry Ty…”

Tyler frowns and holds your frail body against his, stroking your hair, gently shushing you to calm you down.

“Hey… it isn’t your fault, alright? We should’ve had better security. And I shouldn’t have left you alone.” he begins.

The man cackles and gets up from the lawn.

“How… fucking sweet. Would you look at this? A reunion.” he coughs and stumbles towards the two of you, causing Tyler to push you back behind him. “You should’ve seen her face… when I touched her. She turned a bright red…” he lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Damn… she smells so sweet. I would’ve loved to… eat her out. I’m sure I would’ve done a better job than you ever fucking could.”

Tyler glares and turns to you.

“Go back to the house. Stay with Josh.” he says sternly.

“But Ty--” you start.

“GO! I’m going to deal with this guy.”

You frown and nod, running back to the house. You look around the house for Josh, and sprint when you see him.

“JOSH!” you shout. “Tyler… I think he’s about to beat someone up and I’m really worried this guy… he’s crazy and I don’t want him to get hurt…”

Josh frowns and nods, pulling you aside from the crowd.

“Okay, we’ll call the police and we’ll make sure nothing happens to him, alright?”

You nod your head and pace back and forth as Josh calls the police.

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Tyler looked at the man, a fire burning within him. No one touches you like that without your permission. No one treats you the way he did. No one gets to talk to you like that. He clenched his fist and shoots daggers at him.

“I swear to God if you ever go near this house, or her again, you will regret it.”

The man laughs and grips his stomach.

Tyler starts to shake with rage.

“You think this is funny?” he begins to raise his voice.

“Oh yes. I think this is VERY funny. You’re Tyler Joseph aren’t you?” he laughs once more. “The one with what do you call it… a… a… blurryface…? Someone who has extreme anxiety…? And you… you are threatening me?” he bursts out in another fit of laughter. “This is quite hilarious. What do you think you could possibly do to me, huh? Didn’t you say once that you would run away from a fight…?”

Tyler shakes his head and runs towards the man, punching him right in the nose with as much strength as he could muster up. He immediately clutches his hand, shaking off the pain. If Tyler was being honest though, it felt good to punch the asshole in the face. He wanted to wipe off that smug grin off his face.

The old man falls to the ground, groaning in pain.

“You little bitch!” he screams.

“Tyler!” Josh yells. “Hey the cops are here. Just leave it to them, alright? (Y/N) already talked to them. They know who it is. This isn’t the first time this guy has done it.”

Tyler sighs in relief and nods, walking over to you when he sees you. He passes the cops and gives them a nod as they go past him. He holds you close to him, hugging you as tight as he could. You return the embrace and rest your head on his chest, gripping onto his shirt.

“Are you okay?” you mumble into his chest. You pull away slightly and look up at him.

He smiles and nods, kissing the top of your head.

“Yeah… it felt really good to sock him in the face.” he laughs slightly.

You giggle and look at him, surprised.

“You… you punched him…?” you ask to your amusement.

“Yep. He was pissing me off. I would gladly do it again. He deserved it.”

The cops come back from the backyard with the man in custody. You, Tyler, and Josh all glare at him, deciding to all flip him off.

Josh looks at the two of you, giving you each a pat on the back.

“I’m gonna head back to the house, and let everyone know that everything’s okay. Ty, you still good to play that acoustic set tonight?”

Tyler looks at you, and you give him a nod in return.

“I think that’ll make my night ten times better if you played.” you admitted.

“Are you sure? You don’t just want to go home or anything?” he asks, concern filling his voice.

You shook your head and give him a reassuring smile.

“No, I want to see you play. I’m not gonna ruin this night for you guys. I’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll go get Mark and stay with him.”

Tyler gives you a questioning look before finally agreeing.

“Fine. But you and Mark are going to stay in the very front where I can see you, okay?”

You smile and nod, giving him a gentle kiss.

“Anything for you, my knight.” you smirk and take his hand, leading him back to the house. You find Mark and head to the area where the mic and speakers are set up.

Tyler grabs his ukulele and Josh takes his seat.

Tyler clears his throat and looks at you, giving you a big smile.

“So this first song we will play… is called Tear In My Heart. And this is dedicated to my lovely girlfriend.”

You smile and blow a kiss towards him, and they begin to perform. During the whole song, Tyler didn’t take his eyes off you once. You sang along with him, forgetting about the events that happened only a few moments before. You were thankful that Tyler had that ability. To make you forget about all the bad.

After the song ended, he grabs your hand and pulls you out, kissing you passionately.

“I love you, (Y/N). Forever and always.”

The party cheers and you laugh, wrapping your arms around Tyler.

“I love you too, Ty.” you whisper before kissing him once more.

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Freak Next Door: Part 2

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18+ Josh x OFC

Content Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism, oral sex (f and m), cheating/infidelity, maybe some light dom/sub elements

Author's Note

This is so self-indulgent. @grippingbeskar this stuff is just writing itself now.

I don't think this is going to be a redemption story. Mostly because I don't think Josh learned anything from what he did in Sharp Stick.

Comments welcome! I am a bit rusty, but damn if this isn't fun to write.

Josh slid down the wood hallways in his socks, head banging as Bon Jovi's 'Living on a Prayer' blasted from the entertainment system in the family room. He moved the Swiffer along the floor, bringing it up like a mic when the singing started.

"Oohh...halfway there..." he banged his head with the music. He loved the freedom of an open house. Kids were at school or daycare, Hannah was working, and he could finally take a load off without her breathing down his neck every second. He paused his one man show for a moment as he considered how this day started.

"You working today?" Hannah had intoned, her stare far away as she finished making Zachery's lunch for school. She snapped the blue Buzz Lightyear lunch box closed, looking at him pointedly. Josh had felt the implied "..and doing something fucking useful for this family" that blared in his mind at the end of her clipped question.

"Today I am going to clean and do some stuff around the house, but I am actually going to the Jennings' to help Henry on Thursday. He is getting up there in years..." Josh had stopped after that, seeing her scowl.

He looked away from her, thoughts cycling through his mind like a broken record, 'This whole situation wasn't his fucking fault, and if he could just...make her understand...'

"Where's his wife?"

He knew she had just been trying to fight; Marcy Jennings was 86, didn't have teeth, and spent most of her time at the golf range with her little Yorkie, Junior.

Josh slid open the glass door to the porch and pulled out the rolled jay that he had tucked into his sweat pants pocket. He sat on one of the benches and lit it before taking a long pull from it and holding it in his lungs. It was about 11am, and the neighborhood was quiet. All he could hear was the soft crackling of the slow burn of his love, mary jane. He looked out beyond his suburban house, his eyes closing as calm took over his mind as the late-June sun beat down on his face.

"Honey, you know I'm not like that anymore..." he had told her, running a hand through his bed tousled brown hair. "It's been years, baby, why would you say something like th.." Josh let out a frustrated sigh, his hand dropping down to his knee, defeated.

He had really tried. The past two years, he had sworn off everything, he'd been the dutiful husband, he did what he needed to do to make sure the kids were taken care of. But the marriage had been over long before all that, but here he was. A one-man concert smoking dope and swiffing floors.

"Um, hey! Josh, isn't it?" A sweet voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Josh froze. His brown eyes snapped open, and he felt a nervous jolt from his chest straight into his hips as a sweet female voice called out to him from next door. He gulped, his mouth suddenly dry, and not from the jay. Her.

"Oh...er...hey," Josh said, trying to hide the joint. He did not want Hannah to hear about this. Josh turned jerkily, his breath immediately catching in his throat.

He groaned inwardly. His eyes traced quickly over her near naked body - the apex of her thighs was covered with a strip of bright teal fabric, but her arms were crossed over her very naked chest. She had a large tan sunhat on, and her blond curls hung loosely around her face, making her look breathless in the sun. Josh felt a twinge as he remembered sweat glistening between her breasts as her head fell back in ecstasy.

"This is really embaressing, but I totally locked myself out here while getting some sun," she gestured towards the door with an elbow, still using her arms to cover herself.

Josh felt his brain short circuiting. He understood the words that she was saying, but none of it was computing. All he could think about was seeing her pink lips parted as she jerked her hips off the bed and into her own hand. How her other hand hand gravitated towards her breast, squeezing it wantonly.

"Um, yeah....give me a ..." Josh looked around, the joint still burning in his left hand. He put it into a potted plant and stood up stiffly. "What can I do to help? Do you need me to call someone?" he asked, turning himself slightly away to avoid staring at the curve of her hip, the way her grip on her arm pushed her breasts together.

"You know, Vince is real busy at work, and I'd rather not bother him with this. The front door should be unlocked, maybe you can..." she gave him a sheepish smile, and motioned towards the door.

Josh wondered for a moment if this was some sort of ploy. Hadn't they locked eyes? She saw him come, gasping at the look on her face as she slid her fingers in and out of herself lazily. She had fucking waved. But here she was, looking absolutely vulnerable and innocent.

"Yeah, yeah, of course. I can do that," Josh said finally. He jumped up and wiped his hands on his sweatpants. His palms were sweating.

Act normal. Act like nothing happened. Be cool, be cool. The words became a mantra. Josh felt that if he kept saying them again and again, they would become reality. He made his way back through his house, picking up his cell phone from the kitchen counter when he heard a notification. It was from Hannah. He felt the ebbing of a sense of conflict entering his mind.

Hannah: When are you getting a job? Like a real one?

He fumed for a moment, his feet planted in indecision as he tried to decide how to best deal with this. Should he text Hannah? He read the message again quietly. He flicked the screen off and threw the phone onto the couch before striding out of the house.

In no time, he was face to face with her through a pane of glass, again. That woman still had an embarrassed grin on her face when Josh unlocked the door. She twirled a curl in one of her fingers. As the door swung open, he bowed valiently, a joking performance of saving the day.

"Thanks so much Josh, I really appreciate this. Can you actually -not- tell Vance about this? He would never let me live this down," she laughed, sliding a hand across his chest as she passed him to get inside. Her fingertips left trails of fire, and it singed him almost painfully. She picked up a white coverup from the sofa closest to the door. His eyes were locked on her back as she turned away from him. She released the hold on her chest, threaded her arms through the shirt, and pulled it closed.

"Yeah, it can be our little secret," he laughed, his hand nervously tangling in his hair. He felt a pang at the words - he had made it sound so illicit. He could feel his skin heating up, and felt relieved when he heard her laughing too.

What the actual fuck are you doing right now? Get the hell outta dodge, his thoughts raced.

"Speaking of secrets," her voice tore him from the panic filling his lungs as he held his breath. "I noticed that jay you had out there. Is there any chance you have another that you might consider sharing?"

This was the moment. He needed to turn on his heel, wish her a nice day, and return to his Bon Jovi and...

"Oh yeah, I have another one with me," the words were out of his mouth before he could catch them. The jay was suddenly in his fingers, and she took it with a smile before setting it in between her plump lips. Back on the deck, Josh leaned towards her, lighting the end and watching her eyes roll back as she inhaled the smoke.

"Oh, that is fucking amazing," she groaned before slowly exhaling. Her voice was nothing more than a purr, and after another quick puff, she extended it back out to Josh, who took it gratefully.

Josh busied himself with the joint, holding the carboard filter a little too tightly. His eyes darted up to her as she sat down on her chaise, crossing one leg over the other. Her legs were smooth, and glistened from the sweat or sunscreen, or whatever covered her sun-kissed skin.

He choked on his next inhale, coughing as if it was his first time again. He extended the jay to her, and she took it with a grin.

"So, you spend a lot of time at home?" Josh said, trying to fill the silence with small talk so that his brain would stop giving her an ocular pat down. She exhaled and shook her head.

"Nah, I am usually teaching, but I needed a few days off to just...get my shit together, you know?" She was looking at him thoughtfully before blowing on the end of the joint to ash it.

"Oh wow...where do you teach?" He rubbed his hand on the back of his hot neck.

"Dale Creek. It's not far from here," she said, taking another puff.

"Shut up. Really? That's where Zachary is going once he hits high school. That's the plan, at least," he said quickly, glad to have found a way to remind himself that there were things he should be doing right now. The back of his neck prickled as he felt himself being pulled further and further into a dangerous situation. A situation that could be the final nail in the coffin that was his marriage.

"Tell me Josh," she started, her voice low as she leaned towards him. Her eyes were piercing, and he suddenly felt like he was the one naked and vulnerable in front of her. She was so confident, a smirk just ghosting the surface of her lips. "How did it feel to watch me from that window?"

Josh wanted to just slam his eyes closed to avoid looking like a deer in the headlights. But he had to look at her at some point.

"Wha, um, what do you...?" he couldn't formulate a response, not with her eyes suddenly moving up and down his body like they were. Josh ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair. He felt like he was under the microscope, and he tensed, scooting to add a little room between them.

"Oh, don't get all shy now, Josh dear," she was crawling after him, pulling on his arms and sliding herself onto his lap to face him. Her face was just inches away, and he swallowed as she lifted the jay to her mouth again. He sighed softly as she inhaled, looked straight into his eyes and moved her lips towards his.

Oh no. Oh fuck oh fuck. He couldn't, he shouldn't...

His lips parted as she ghosted hers just millimeters from his. He felt her exhale the smoke, and his breath quickened as he breathed her in. He was completely shocked, his eyes locked on her as she dragged her lips against his cheek and to his ear.

"I knew you had been watching. Such a filthy man watching a girl while she is most vulnerable. What would Zachary think? What would Hannah think," her voice was soft, but electric as her tounge dipped out from her lips and massaged the very tip of his ear. Josh clentched his hands at his sides, tightening and releasing in a desperate hope to calm the growing ache in his abdomen.

"Listen, I...think this is all a misunderstanding. My wife..." he whispered desperately, leaning back from her and bringing a hand up to push her away. But the look in her eyes stopped him. The hungry look in her eye wrapped a hand around his neck and just squeezed.

"Admit it, Josh. You fucking loved seeing me fuck myself. I could see you, pumping that beautiful cock for me. Did you cum a lot, thinking of how much you wanted me riding you?" Her lips were back on his ear as she pressed herself against him. He raised his hips slightly when she ground herself into him.

"I can't, my wife..." Josh whined as she shifted on his lap and stood up, releasing him from his caged position. She stood before him, arms on his shoulders.

"Yeah, baby? Your wife gonna take care of you when she gets home?" Her voice had a sing-song mockery about it as she traced the outline of his growing erection through his sweatpants.

"Oh...fuck...listen. I think you are fucking gorgeous, baby. But I really...I am trying..." he worried his lip with his teeth. She took his hands and placed them on her hips. She nudged his legs apart so she could stand in between them, looking down at him with a self-satisfied smile.

"You are trying to make up for the babysitter still, huh?" She grinned and played with a lock of his hair inbetween her fingers. "How's that going for you?"

He was enflamed by her comments, confused about how she knew anything about his life, and he felt his chest twitch as tears threatened in the corners of his eyes. He couldn't respond - things weren't getting better at home. Despite how he tried to make things right. The guilt was choking him out, but it was less immediate than the blood pooling in his groin until it was painful.

"Listen very carefully, Josh," she breathed in his ear, leaning into him and pressing herself against his hips. "I am going to walk inside and go to your favorite room. I am going to lay down on my satin sheets, and I am going to fuck myself until I come. It's up to you where you want to be when that happens."

And suddenly, she was gone, trailing into the house and leaving articles of clothing into the living room and up the stairs.

Josh wiped a hand across his mouth and adjusted his position. An image flashed through his mind of her fingers slipping in her mouth, of her legs tangled in sheets as she ground her hips.

He stood, charging into the house with the full intention of leaving right then and there. But he stopped at the stairs, his hand on the knob of the front door. And he heard it. A soft moan from upstairs. His hand dropped from the handle, moving to adjust the painful erection poking from his hips.

Josh knew what he should do. What a good man would do. But he also knew that if he did go home, he would be going straight back to the guest room to watch her cum all over her own fingers, unable to hear the breathy moans he currently heard. But his meager resistance was crumbling quickly, and his head felt thick with desire. His fingers twitched and then dropped from the door knob.

When he finally entered her room, he could smell her desire. It was a musk in the air that pulled him closer and closer. As promised, she was tangled in the sheets, her legs apart. Her eyes bored into him as he came in nervously. He was unable to look her in the eyes. His shy blush and downturned eyes made him look younger than he was.

"I want you to stand at the end of the bed Josh. Take off your sweatshirt." Her voice was breathy, but sharp, and Josh could only obey, his eyes fixed on her sex, open and inviting to him as she pulled the lips apart with one of her hands. There was a small cluster of hair at the apex of her thighs, and his mouth watered, thinking of how that scent would be with his face pressed into her curls, his nose bumping against her clit.

She hummed, satisfied by his obedience. She smiled at him sweetly, pressing a finger into herself. Josh could hear how wet she was already, and he felt his cock jolt painfully.

"Take it all off, Josh," she said breathlessly, adding a second finger. She curled her fingers, moaning as Josh slid the sweat pants down and stepped out of them.

She smirked at his nervousness, at the way his brows pushed together. Poor puppy, she thought. Josh didn't know what to do with his hands, so he let them fall to his erection, gripping his thickness with a hiss.

Her blue eyes were intense, smoldering. Josh felt like he was being burned alive under that gaze, but he also felt more wound up than he had been in a long time. He took a step forward, fully intending to close the gap between them. As his knees hit the bed, that damnable woman placed a foot on his chest, stopping him with a soft "Tsk, tsk."

"Baby, can I kiss you here?" He whispered, his fingers tracing down her leg, but not quite reaching where he needed.

"I don't think you have earned that," her lips curled into a dangerous smile. "No touching," she grinned as Josh dropped his hand to his side, confused. She pushed herself toward him, looking up at him with her doey eyes as she brushed her fingers against his hips. He could finally get a good look at her now. Her pink lips were parted, and her tongue flicked out from between them. There was a hunger in that innocent front she was putting up, and the effect on his cock was excrusiciating.

When he felt her lips wrap around the head of his cock, he groaned loudly and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. Her tongue was soft and teasing small circles. He gasped at the way it made his toes curl. The suction of her mouth increased as she lowered halfway down his shaft, the fingers of her right hand replacing the grip he had on the base of his manhood.

"Oh fuck...that's..." it was immaculate. It was engulfing. It was insanity. Her mouth was wet, and she was spreading spit all over his length as he gasped in her hands. His hips jerked forward, out of his control momentarily as a moan from her lips sent reverberations along his length. She pulled him from her mouth for a moment in order to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, flipping the tongue around the head again to elicit another pleading groan from his parted lips.

"Oh fuck...please, don't....don't stop," he pleaded, his whine earning what felt like a chuckle from the lips below. Her head dipped forward again slowly, inch by inch, until he was nestled fully into her mouth. He could feel the resistance in the back of her throat before it felt as if something was unstuck, and his cock slipped into her throat. He moaned again, his hips jutting forward. He felt her nose pressed up against him as he bottomed out, looking down at the baby blues looking back up at him with a playful gleam.

"Please, you're gonna make me..." The orgasm was building too quickly. It had been too long since he had felt anyone else touching him, and he couldn't stand it. He pulled himself from her lips and she released him with a small 'pop.'

"Mmm, you taste so good, Josh. How long has it been, huh? How long has it been since someone sucked you off?" He was gasping at her words, unable to formulate words as she wrapped her fingers around him. She used the spit glistening on his length to lubricate her hand as she moved it up and down his length. "It has to have been a while, with how worked up you are. Such a little slut, Josh," she said, punctating her words with thrusts of her hands and soft kisses.

"Please...I can't....I can't..." his knees were shaking as he thrust into her hand. He anchored a hand on her shoulder and felt like that was the only thing keeping him standing.

"You can't what? Use your words, slut," she grinned up at him and Josh was floored by the sharpness of her words. He was a fucking slut. His muscles were taut, and he placed his other hand on his lower stomach as it tightened. Her speed increased incrementally, and his knees buckled, forcing him to press them into the side of the bed as his hips bucked once, twice.

"You're going to make me cum," he moaned, pressing his nose into her golden curls as his hips moved erratically. And suddenly, all of her touch was gone. His eyes snapped open as he watched her mouth turn cruelly. She slowly leaned back, her knees pointed up as she spread herself before him. He looked down at his cock which bobbed slightly. Josh's entire body was screaming for her to finish what she started.

"What are you...please...don't..." his voice broke as he pleaded with her.

She laughed. She fucking laughed. He felt it jab his ego to be laughed at in this position. He gripped his own length, about to finish the job, but he was distracted by one of her hands reaching out to him.

"What about me? You gonna make me gasp and moan like that? Don't you want a taste?" Her murmurs soothed his prickled pride, and he looked down at her hungrily. He inhaled sharply, letting his fingers reach out and tease her opening. He could play this game.

Josh sank to his knees and grabbed her hips, sliding her towards him until her ass hung slightly off the bed. His lips danced just above her mound as he pressed soft kisses in the hair. She was looking down at him with wide eyes, and he felt a flutter in his stomach as his tongue snuck out for a delicate and probing lick on the bud of nerves begging for attention. Slowly, patiently, his lips closed around her clit and his eyes focused on her face as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him down slightly into her sex.

She gasped as he worried her clit with his lips and tongue, unrelenting as he pulled out every trick in the book he had ever heard of. His tongue was sweeping figure-eights before taking the flatness of his tounge and licking a large strip from her center up to her clit. Her mouth shaped a small "o" as he sank his index finger into her. His tongue continued its assault, and he watched her face carefully as his tongue was joined by his middle finger, which lazily flicked her clit before sinking into her again. Josh gripped his cock with his other hand, feeling his vision absolutely blur as her lips parted. Small breathy moans escaped her lips. He bucked his hips into his hand, practically grinding himself against the side of the bed, as he prayed for some sort of release. She tasted so sweet on his tongue, and Josh could feel the inside of her fluttering as he continued massaging her.

The moment felt locked in time. His eyes were swimming, his thoughts jumbled and garbled in the presence of this golden woman who blushed softly as she ground into his mouth. His tongue lapped against her fervently as his jerks around his cock became more and more erratic. His hand squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold off his orgasm a little longer, but his senses were turned up to 11, and every brush of her skin made him want to spiral out of control and fuck wildly.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." he gasped, feeling the familiar tightening. He flinched when he felt her hand slap against his collarbone and a set of nails bite into his skin roughly. His eyes snapped open, and she was staring back at him angrily.

"Not yet, you cock-sucker. You make me cum, you piece of shit," her hand dove into his hair and slammed his lips against her again. His nose was pressed into her harshly, and he could barely catch his breath as her cries became more insistant.

"Don't fucking stop..." she groaned, her hips shaking as he suctioned her clit and pulled on it hard with his lips. Her breathy moan turned into a scream as both of her hands curled into his hair. His fingers pressed inside her, pumping with a greater speed as he felt her insides flutter, and then tighten. Josh watched the orgasm take hold, she shook all over, and he kept his eyes fixed on her as she came apart. Her hips lifted themselves from the matress as she bucked, eyes clamped shut as she ground violently into his mouth. His hips mirrored hers, bucking forward against the satin sheets as he felt the tightening in himself as he reached the precipice. But damn, she looked gorgeous as she let waves of pleasure shake her again and again.

The achingly hot wettness against his mouth, her breathy moans, and the look of absolute release was what finally brought him over the edge. He grunted as he slammed his hips into the grip of his fingers. When he came, small electric lights danced behind his eyes, dazing him as he felt the orgasm shake his body. His hips pistoned erratically again and again and he moaned loudly as he felt his cum erupt from his cock. When his hips finally stilled, he chanced a look below, groaning as he saw his cum all over the sheets that hung over the side. His eyes flicked up to her and she smiled, flashing her teeth at him mischievously.

"Mmm, you do look good with me all over your face like that," she moaned, sticking her fingers into his mouth and then tasting them carefully.

He couldn't help the clenching of his chest as he realized what had just happened.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

He tried to steady himself on his knees for a moment as he tried to get his bearings.

"I gotta...um...that was...god that was incredible," he said breathlessly, placing one last kiss on her center before standing up. He grasped his arm shyly, suddenly feeling very small in the middle of the master bedroom.

Guilt was thrumming through him, but the excitment and adrenaline was overpowering. Her tight body made him feel like steel, and he groaned inwardly as reality began to set in.

When Hannah came home, Josh stood from the couch and made his way to her, grabbing her bag and placing a kiss on her cheek. It felt fake to Josh, but she hummed without complaint and made her way inside. She was walking around, checking the rooms.

"It looks pretty good. Did you get around to changing the lightbulb in the shower?" Her voice still had a clip in it, but it wasn't as sharp as usual.

"Yeah baby, I got it all done. You can just relax, and take a load off. It's so good to have you home, baby," he murmured, coming up behind her and pressing a breathy kiss against her neck. She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow, unfamiliar with this man in front of her.

She looked intrigued, and Josh couldn't help his hips from pressing against her backside. But as his hands gripped her, his eyes fluttered closed and he saw a halo of golden curls framing the face of his neighbor. His hips were responding more to his thoughts than anything else, and he remembered that woman's parting words as she pressed a wet kiss to his neck and dragged her teeth across his chin.

"You'd better behave yourself. I'll see you real soon, Josh." She had paused before running her hand up his chest and grabbing his chin to bring them nose to nose. "Next time, I'm gonna make you beg for it."

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Freak Next Door - Part 3

Josh x OFC, 18 +

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Content Warnings: oral sex (m), cheating/infidelity, maybe some light dom/sub elements, (p sort of in v)?

Hey all! Thank you all so much for reading. I will be in Egypt for about a week or so, but it doesn't seem to be slowing the flow of ideas. Please feel free to leave me a comment or suggestions - I am trying to figure out the long term, and I'd love to hear thoughts of what people might like to see. Follow the white rabbit.

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Josh hummed contentedly as he felt the early July sun beat down on his face. He was on the back deck, jay in hand, watching the neighborhood gather at the Johnsons’, the neighbors just a few doors down. Josh couldn’t stop the boyish grin from spreading across his face as he watched the kids jump into the pool. Zachary was with them, and Josh felt his heart flip as his son joined the others, screaming and splashing. It was an amazing thing, to see Zachary truly smiling as he joined the other neighborhood kids in their shenanigans.

It’s the one thing that you did right. You made two beautiful children, he thought as he took another long drag. The last days of June had, surprisingly, passed without incident. Josh had caught a glimpse of his lovely neighbor on occasion; however, she had not given him any indication that anything had happened between them. Josh was more than a little relieved at this, but as he sat out back, pressing the hand rolled joint against his lips, he couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a part of him that missed it. In contemplative moments such as this, he couldn’t help the intrusive thought - that everything she had done had been thrilling. Stupid - completely insane, but more thrilling than anything he had ever experienced with a woman.

The next time I see you, I am going to make you beg for it, she had said. Just thinking about the way she had looked at him when she said these words made the back of his neck hot, and he allowed himself just a few moments to enjoy the thought of her before turning his thoughts back to the pool below. He had never begged before - not for this, at least. He had never had to.

The 4th of July barbecue was an annual neighborhood event, and Eric Johnson was in his back yard by the pool, fiddling with the barbecue. Nancy was traveling to and from the house with dishes to set on the buffet table. It was the perfect picture of suburban domesticity, and Josh couldn’t help but feel suffocated by the mundane nature of this sort of life. But here he was. Josh took one last drag from the joint before flicking it out into the no-man’s land between their homes.

This year, Josh had actually tried to avoid the 4th of July barbeque. In fact, he fully blamed that damned barbeque for all of his current neighborly issues as of late. Josh couldn’t even look at a strawberry without a hot stab of desire striking his stomach like a gut-punch. He had even begged Yuli to go on a weekend trip with him, literally anywhere but here.

“Whaa? And miss seeing Hannah and the kids? No way, man, this is tradition,” he had exclaimed before flipping his head back and downing a shot.

And the day had arrived, and there was truly no escape.

“Josh, can you grab the nappy bag?” Hannah’s voice called from inside, and Josh hung his head for a moment. He was just trying to mentally steel himself for this.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec, babe,” he yelled back, taking one last look at Zachary before going inside to finish getting their things together.

By the time they had made it over to the Johnsons’, he and Hannah were already bickering over nothing. He was carrying their toddler, the nappy bag, and he was desperately trying to balance the coleslaw dish that Hannah had pushed into his other arm.

“And if you can’t get a full time job, you should be spending that time at home and making sure that when I come home, I can relax without being bombarded as soon as I walk in the door…”

“Hannah, I can’t fucking do this right now. Can you just take Alex? I swear to God, I can’t do anything fucking right for you,” Josh snapped, trying to hand the small boy to his mother.

“Hey you asshole, don’t think you can talk to me like that. You wanna go back home to discuss this, or just do it in front of the whole neighborhood?” Hannah’s voice was rising, and Josh groaned, currently unable to even rest his forehead in his hand. Alex looked like he was about to start shrieking, but Josh shushed him sweetly, pressing his lips against the child's head.

“No babe, I’m sorry. I am just stressed; we will get this all figured out,” Josh said, trying to placate his wife, who looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel.

“As I live and breathe! Three of my favorite people!” Yuli’s voice brought Josh a wave of relief, since he seemed to be the only one that Hannah responded to positively these says. Already her eyes were softening, and Josh saw the opening for an expeditious retreat.

“Yuli! Oh sweetheart, it is so good to see you!” Josh rolled his eyes at his wife’s reaction. Josh quickly pressed Alex into her arms, who she now took without objection since the apple of her eye had arrived. Josh flashed Yuli a smile and a wave before evacuating the situation, coleslaw dish in hand. He passed through the gate that led to the Johnson’s backyard. Before he entered, he hesitated. He tried to spot that flash of golden curls so that he knew where to avoid at all costs. After he was satisfied that he was clear, he headed towards the buffet table to deposit his offerings to the communal table.

“Josh! Come over here, my dude!” Josh groaned inwardly as he was pulled into a bearhug by Eric Johnson, who had an apron on that said ‘Kiss the Cook.’ “Man, it’s crazy how close we live, but I never see you. How the hell are ya?” Eric said jovially. Before he could respond, he felt a hand clap onto his shoulder, and he turned to be face to face with Vince. It was her husband.

“Yeah, no kidding, Eric. The wife and I are always laughing about the fact that he lives right next door, but we barely see him!” Vince was a good-looking man. He was about 6'4, and he was broad. It had always been a question in Josh’s mind - what was she doing, toying with Josh, when she had this hunk of meat at home? The man looked like the model on the front of the trashy romance books that Hannah read when they went to the beach.

“Aw, you know how it is. Between Zachary’s new space obsession and my baby boy in his terrible twos, life has just been busy, you know?” Josh said, flashing a smile even though he suddenly felt microscopic next to the adonis beside him. Vince handed him a beer, which he took gratefully.

“Ugh, I know. Kids just straight up suck the life outta ya. That’s why Alice and I are waiting a bit longer before we get any buns in the oven. You know how it is, gotta keep the wife happy,” Vince flashed a perfect smile, and Josh nearly flinched when Vince mentioned her. He did his best to avoid thinking of even her name since it would immediately send a shock of guilt and desire through him. Part of him felt like if she remained unnamed in his mind, there would be no line that he had crossed, no boundary broken. Josh made a noncommittal noise and raised his beer in agreement to the last statement at the very least.

When mid-day had passed, everyone who was going to attend had arrived. The children ran back and forth along the lawn or splashed their way into the Johnson’s pool. Josh and the other guys gravitated towards the grill, the proverbial water cooler of the party. Josh slowly nursed his third beer, the voices of the neighborhood men blending into the cacophony of the event. He leaned against the house, closest to the corner near the gate for a quick escape if deemed necessary.

The party was more crowded than it had been in previous years, and his eyes took stock of those attending. The smell of burgers and hot dogs filled the air, and Josh watched Hannah bouncing Alex happily in one arm with a glass in the other. Several of the other mothers had also accumulated by the long buffet table, alternating between hushed whispers and raucous laughter.

Yuli was making his rounds; he had made his way over to Josh for a while and shared a beer before moving on. Josh was always surprised at the ease in which Yuli could migrate comfortably from group to group, no matter where he was. While not conventionally attractive, Yuli seemed to have some sort of animal magnetism that gained him extra latitude and forgiveness, which he often took advantage of. More than once, Josh had escaped Hannah's wrath due to Yuli's boon.

After passing through several clusters of neighbors, Yuli finally settled himself beside Hannah. An uncomfortable shudder passed through Josh as Yuli’s arm slipped around Hannah’s waist in a way he could only describe as possessive before pressing a kiss against her cheek. The discomfort stemmed less from the action itself, but by the way that Hannah leaned into his touch and how her eyes sparkled when his lips touched her.

“Oh, they sure look chummy,” a soft female voice derailed his train of thought. Alice had finally made her appearance, and she was looking at him curiously, one of her delicate eyebrows crooked upwards. He exhaled softly; he had known this confrontation was inevitable.

“Yuli’s all good. He’s an old friend of the family,” Josh replied, disguising his jealousy and anger by taking another gulp from his beer. Josh tried to keep his voice even and his eyes anywhere but on Alice, but she smoothly shifted to face him so that she was blocking the sightline between himself, Yuli, and Hannah.

His breath caught in his chest as she smiled sweetly at him, the crinkles around her eyes making her innocent. She was wearing a black bikini top decorated with small strawberries, and Josh did not miss the obvious allusion to last year’s barbeque. He followed the seams of the fabric down the valley of her breasts. The sheer white skirt wrapped around her hips rippled softly in the breeze, kicking up to expose one of her legs. When his eyes returned to hers, he realized she was keenly aware of the path of his eyes, evidenced by a playful gleam in her blues.

“Hm, good friends, got it,” she said with a knowing smile. Her fingers extended as she gave the edge of his shirt a soft, inconspicuous tug. Josh’s gaze darted across the yard, but Hannah was otherwise distracted. Yuli’s lips were pressed to her ear, and she was smiling broadly with a flush across her cheeks.

“So, if I were to do that to you,” Alice took a step forward and leaned in close to his ear, “think she’d mind?” Her lips were so close to him that he could feel her hot breath on his ear and neck. It sent a shiver down his spine, and Josh hoped desperately that nobody was paying attention to them. His eyes darted to Vince who looked a little tipsy, and was laughing uproariously at something Eric must have said. Without warning, Alice bit the edge of his ear and sucked the lobe gently. His eyes snapped shut as the action fried his synapses immediately. His empty beer bottle slipped from his hands, landing on the grass below.

Reflexively, Josh grabbed her arms and pulled her from the view of the party, turning the edge of the house. “What the hell do you think you're doing?” Josh seethed as his blood pumped painfully through his groin. The bite had been so gentle, and yet he was electrified by it. Alice reversed their positions and pressed his back roughly against the side of the house, her eyes twinkling with desire.

“Does it bother you to think you might not be the only one…double dipping?” The annunciation of the last words were almost lewd, and the innuendo was clear. He turned his face to hide the flush on his neck and cheeks, and he tried to press her away gently. He desperately did not want to think on her words, but the thought had crossed his mind before. After his many transgressions, he wondered if she had perhaps found someone else to keep her heart or warm her bed when he wasn’t around. He had previously decided it was unlikely, but hearing it from someone else suddenly made him uneasy.

“Let me go. We can’t be doing this. I'm trying my best to be a good husband and father, and I won't do this kind of thing anymore,” he hissed. Josh was still avoiding her gaze, but Alice suddenly placed her hands on his chest and slammed him against the siding before her hand snapped out to roughly grab his chin. She turned his face towards her and looked into his eyes with a burning gaze. Her lips were parted slightly, and her tongue swept across them minutely, as if she were the big bad wolf, about to devour him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought this was just what good friends do,” she purred with a smirk. She touched her lips to his cheek just as Yuli had to Hannah. Her lips dragged along his jawline, placing several more kisses along it. Josh felt overheated as she pinned him in place, and the desire to push her away was losing against the growing desire crackling in his stomach. Everything suddenly seemed fuzzy; the lines were blurred, and he couldn’t help the hot want that her insistence was encouraging.

“Fuck, let me go, Alice. Come on, my family is here. What about Vince? What would he think about this,” he sneered, finally pulling his chin from her grasp and frowning down at her.

“Vince is an idiot,” she said hotly as her hands traveled to rest on Josh’s hips. “Plus, he doesn’t like to play games,” she wiggled her eyebrow, still smouldering as she devoured him with her eyes. "You didn't seem so concerned about him when you were nose deep in my cunt," she smirked. The use of that word seemed so sharp, so lewd from her mouth, but it sent the memory hurtling back. His stomach did a flip as he remembered the hot musk of her arousal filling his nose as he licked the juices from her like a man dying of thirst.

She leaned into him until her body was flush against his. Her hips began to grind twisted circles, and she trailed her lips over his neck. Josh worried his lip between his teeth to keep the moan in his chest captive. He always felt like he was holding his breath around her, warring against air itself in order to attempt a sense of control.

However, his breath escaped in a gasp when he felt her palm him through his swimsuit. Her fingers splayed over his length, and the desire in her face was unmistakable; her lips were parted, and a faint blush had dusted her cheeks. Her hand rubbed against the material, which felt more rough due to his growing sensitivity. She smiled up at him, a cruel glint shining through as her fingers slipped just under the elastic of his swim trunks.

“Fuck,” he whispered breathlessly, and he couldn’t help the moan escaped his lips when her fingers reached further, barely dancing against the head of his manhood. Alice was moving so slowly that Josh felt like he was going to lose his mind.

What are you doing man, get a hold of yourself, his inner monologue screamed. But when her fingers finally closed around his length, his hips jutted forward to meet her touch. His entire being was throbbing under her touch, and he watched her lips part with a satisfied smile as she gripped him. Alice's eyes were bright as she responded to his intake of breath. Her other hand slid up from his collarbone to the nape of his neck, and she tugged on his roots gently. As Josh allowed his head to fall back, she took advantage of his position and pressed wet kisses against his exposed neck. Her hand was soft, and yet the grip felt deliciously tight. He parted his legs slightly, rolling into her grip with every stroke.

“Please…someone could see us,” Josh’s brow furrowed as he pleaded for mercy. He kept his hands at his sides, knowing that touching her would be an admission of his weakness, of his guilt, of his lust. Of his lack of control.

“I could stop, but you need to tell me to,” Alice whispered before leaning up and latching her lips around his adam’s apple. His breath hissed through his clenched teeth, and the idea of her stopping at this point brought him physical pain. He had no reply for her.

“Come on, Josh. You were just saying how we shouldn’t…your family is here, after all,” she teased with an almost sing-song voice as her hand continued its assault. “Tell me to stop, and I will release you.”

Josh opened his mouth to do just that, but all that came out was a moan which was louder than he would have liked. His hand latched to her hip harshly, his fingers pressing into her hip as he tried to gain a sense of stability as the muscles in his legs shuddered. His erection was painful, and the need for release caused his hips to jerk involuntarily into her hand again and again. It was becoming slick with his own pre-cum, and the lack of friction made it all the more difficult to break away.

“Tell me to stop, Josh,” she whispered again before her tongue darted out to pull a wet trail from his Adam's apple to the sensitive skin on the underside of his jaw. He couldn’t form a coherent word, and his heart sank as the impossibility of her suggestion became apparent. She nibbled there softly with a hum of satisfaction.

“Please…” he moaned and thrusted into her hand hard.

“Please what?” Alice retorted, and sucked gently on his skin. Josh said nothing. She repeated the question, but he could only continue grinding into her hand. He whimpered when her hand slid from his cock and out from his shorts.

“Wait, what’re you…” his eyes snapped open, panicked by the sudden lack of her touch. She had done this before, and he liked it just as much as he had previously. Not much. The throbbing was unbearable, and he wanted to grab her, slam her face first into the side of the house, and slide himself into her. Part of him wanted to make her hurt like she was making him hurt, make her feel powerless under his touch until she was panting his name. But instead, he was paralyzed, looking at her with a dazed expression as he tried to catch his breath. It felt so alien to be so out of control.

“Come on, Josh, tell me what you want. Do you want me to leave you alone? Let you go back to your happy little family life without another word? I’ll do it, I will walk away like nothing ever happened,” her whisper felt harsh, and Josh was surprised at his visceral reaction to her words.

“I should…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. No, he realized, I don’t want her to stop. Wordlessly, he pulled on her hip to bring her closer and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. He breathed deeply, smelling the natural sweet of her skin, and he pressed a soft kiss against her skin.

“Please, don’t stop,” he whimpered as the last traces of self-control disappeared. “I need…I want…” the words came out breathlessly as he felt a gentle tug from the fingers still tangled in his hair. His eyes fluttered closed when her lips touched his neck again.

Josh’s hand move from her hip to her breast and he squeezed gently. She was so soft, and she filled his hands generously.

“Tell me what you want me to do, Josh. I won’t do anything until you tell me what you want,” her voice was filled with the pain of her own need.

“Baby…I want your mouth on me…please. I want to feel your lips wrap around me,” the words fell from his lips like a prayer, and her hum of affirmation felt like a holy reply. Her hands trailed down his sides and she knelt before him. He helped her pull his swim trunks down partly, just in case they needed to hike them back up quickly. Josh's erection sprang forward against his stomach, and Alice's mewl of appreciation sent shivers through him. Josh looked down at her adoringly as she opened her mouth wide, sliding him in and closing her lips around his girth. Their eyes were locked as she moved up and down his length with confidence, her hand following the wet trail and twisting deliciously.

"Fuck, it is like your mouth was made for this," he groaned. In response, she slid him to the back of her throat and his body jerked at the sensation of her gagging on him. He tried to pull away, not wanting to make her uncomfortable, but her mouth followed him and she bobbed her head a few more times before rising to take a breath. A line of spit clung from her lips to his length as Alice pulled from him, and she smiled sweetly up at him. Before he could recover, she was sliding back down his length, licking and sucking as he basked in the pleasure.

"Do you suck Vince like this?" Josh chanced a snarky comment but swallowed hard when her eyes flashed to his with a glint of anger. Her motion stopped while he was fully sheathed, and he felt her teeth just barely touch his length, and he hissed, understanding the message loud and clear. This was her game, and he had to play by her rules, or not at all.

His look of contrition must have satisfied her because she resumed her wet path along him with the same fervor. His cock ached, and he felt the throbbing of his blood as he got closer and closer.

"Please, I want to cum so badly…I want you to take it all…" he whispered adoringly. The evil glint in her eye returned and she popped him from her lips. He groaned and tried to press the head of his cock against her lips, but she closed them firmly with a knowing smile.

"So very eager, aren't you?" Alice chuckled, kissing the head of his cock before sliding back up his body.

Alice stood before him, her fingers dragging her swimsuit bottoms to the side and exposing the smattering of curls he had pressed his face into not but a week prior. His cock twitched up against his stomach as she grasped him, pumping him a few times.

Josh looked towards the sounds of the party, the anxiety in the back of his mind pricking his skin. But his attention returned to Alice as she slowly and deliberately teased him. He watched in awe as she wriggled onto her toes and pressed him against her folds. He groaned, trying to push towards her center, but she moved back, grinning up at him mischievously.

“What do you think you’re doing? So fucking bad, trying to fuck me while your wife is just around the corner,” she chuckled. Josh felt a moment of white hot anger. Her torture sent physical pain through his conflicted mind and played his desire against him. Her game was a painful one, but his hips stilled. “I am not going to let you fuck me just yet, not here,” she whispered, and the promise of reaching her center one day was enough for him to grasp control over hiimself for now. Josh forced the tenseness in his body to abate, and he submitted to her ministrations. Alice hummed in approval, dipping the head of his manhood back to her slit. A growl erupted from his lips, and he felt triumph at the pleasure that sound seemed to bring her. Her eyes were bright, and the look of awe and the feeling of her wetness was almost too much, but he continued to hold his hips as still as possible as she rubbed him up and down her slit. He could feel the head of his cock run over the bump of her clit and the way her hips jolted every time it passed over it.

“You are so fucking beautiful like this,” he rasped, running his fingers down the side of her face and dancing down the side of her neck. Josh wanted to take her lips with his own, but he couldn’t bear to move his eyes from her face; she was releasing tiny breathy moans which drove him wild.

The moans were evidence that he was the one causing her that pleasure. No one else. Him.

But whenever his hips tried to push forward, she would retreat, and the loss of the slickness was a punishment he could not bear. So he stayed still, his eyes locked with hers.

Josh finally gave in and burshed his lips against hers. It was tentative, shy, delicate, as if she might suddenly turn to air at any moment. It was more gentle than he had imagined their first kiss would be, and he was suprised it had taken this long for him to taste the sweetness of her mouth. Alice's pink lips were dangerously soft, and her tongue moved against his, matching the softness in a way that was melting him from the inside. It felt as if she was gripping his heart with that kiss, and it dazed him. It felt unlike anything else they had done. There was nothing rushed or urgent, and their lips and tongues explored one another as he brushed his fingertips against her jaw.

His left hand gripped her hip and he reached down with his right to adjust himself at a downward angle. Her eyes followed curiously, and then she moaned loudly, causing him to hush her with a small smile when he thrusted. He was no longer trying to enter her, but rubbing along her slit with each push of his hips. He was fucking the lips of her cunt, and his hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, pulling her so that their foreheads pressed together, eyes locked.

“Oh fuck, please don’t stop,” she whispered breathlessly, and Josh felt a sense of accomplishment. He continued to slide back and forth, relishing how each thrust of his hips forced a moan from her lips, how her eyes now seemed to beg him to continue. He wondered if she would feel a similar pain to his own if he stopped and pulled away from her, but he was not about to find out.

He ground his teeth with the effort of keeping himself under control. He knew that a slight bend of his knees and a careful thrust would send him straight into her center. The primal part of him told him to take her, slam into her again and again until his cum filled her.

But the look in her eyes told him that it would be a line that could truly not be uncrossed. While there was no doubt that he was being unfaithful to Hannah, there was something different about making that decision. So he continued, the sound of the slickness between her lower lips making a wet sound that spurred him on.

He felt his orgasm building in pressure, and his thrusts became irregular and almost panicked as he chased the feeling. The fingers around her nape pressed in harder as he drove his hips. She pressed her lips against his tentatively, sucking his lip into her mouth. Her hand guided one of his hands to her breast and squeezed so that her fingers interlaced and forced his own to dig into the flesh there.

“See how wet you make me, Josh? I can barely take it,” her breathy moans pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

“God…fuck…I want to be inside you,” he gasped, the fingers on her hips and breast now sinking in brusingly. “You are going to make me cum like that,” he whispered.

She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pressed her head into his clavicle, and shuddered as she came over his throbbing length. She twisted one of her legs around the back of his, her own hips crashing against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He could feel her muscles clenching and releasing around him; and her hips shook as she moaned into his skin. Josh gave several more thrusts, trying to hold back as long as possible. His fingers raised her chin so he could stare into her bright blue eyes for a moment. He licked his lips in his desperation.

"Please..." he moaned, pressing his lips to her lower jaw as the orgasm crashed through him. He gasped into her hair, his length spasming again and again as he left a hot trail of cum along the outside of her labia and in the fabric of her swim bottoms. Her hand moved to him, pumping his length as the last traces of his orgasm faded.

They stood motionless for a few moments, basking in the glow of their orgasms. All of Josh's skin was sensitive, and her fingertips brushing against his nape made him shiver. Josh wrapped his arms around her as he tried to regain his senses.

"Mmm, you made a mess," she smiled into his neck and pressed a hot, open-mouth kiss on him before untangling herself from him. He pulled up his trunks as she fixed the skirt around her waist, peering up at him. She pressed a small kiss to his lips before taking a definite step back. He wanted to pull her back into him, find a hidden place, and hold her close to him. The desire for affection turned his stomach slightly, but he wasn't sure why.

"That was fun," she said, her tone seemed suddenly cut off any indication of affection - she was closed off, business-like. "We should get back before anyone misses us," she turned away from him and adjusted her clothing.

"Wait, Alice," he started, taking a step towards her. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say, but whatever it was, it was lost as she cut around the corner of the house, striding back to the party. Josh leaned his head against the siding, and the tight knot of guilt, anxiety, and even a little regret entered his thoughts as the waves of pleasure started to abate. This game was so very dangerous. What was even more dangerous, he didn't want it to stop.

Pull your shit together. You just got off, and it was fucking fabulous. Now, go join everyone and get your head out of your fucking ass, his inner monologue chastised. He ran a hand through his hair and chanced one last look at Alice. Her eyes met his, and he felt his heart clench painfully before he forced a march towards Hannah, joining the party in body while his mind floated elsewhere.

Josh waited for a few minutes before returning to the party and grabbing another beer. His mood had been soaring, but now he felt a painful pang as he watched Alice from across the lawn. She was tucked against Vince, looking so small and even a little demure as his arm wrapped around her and rubbed her arm. His fingers pressed into the skin of her arm, and he leaned down to whisper something in her ear. Alice smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. There was no crinkle to them, no bright sparkle in the blue depths as he pressed a kiss against her cheek.

Hannah was over by the pool, laughing as Zachary splashed in the water and yelled at her excitedly. Yuli was laughing too, trying to guard Hannah with his body and splashing back. Josh wondered if he would be ruining the moment if he were to join them.

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