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[foldingfittedsheets]

Before my beloved and I moved in together they were living with roommates in a place that didn't have a bathtub. Now, a reasonable person might conclude from this that baths would be out of the equation in a home with only one standing shower and no tub.

But these people weren't quitters. Naturopathic doctors and acupuncturists they were dedicated to treating their bodies well and one of the ways they liked to do that was hydrotherapy. Most people are familiar with this through things like polar bear plunges. You sit in a hot tub then jump in freezing water.

It's supposedly good for you and they were way into it. But again, no tub. They'd do hydro showers but it just wasn't the same. These people were not quitters, though. (One of them is the boob soap person, so it really isn't a surprise that she goes hard on everything). So they got what looked like two big metal old timey tubs but which were actually animal food troughs and set them up in the garage. They set up a water heater and god knows how they emptied the tub after, I think there was hoses involved? A pump maybe? I honestly can't remember. Anyway! Voila, hydrotherapy on demand.

I was not aware of this. So when I came over after a long day and my beloved said we should take a bath I was extremely puzzled. I only knew about the one shower. They showed me the garage tubs. I did want a bath and I wasn't really sure about the setup, but honestly I'll try anything once if only for the story, so I agreed.

Fun fact about me though. I haaaate being cold. I've been 0% body fat most of my life with skin barely keeping my bones enclosed. I'm always cold. My favorite activity at the time was sitting directly in front of space heaters. My shower temperatures turn me lobster red and make my beloved cringe. Willingly dunking myself into cold water is the antipathy of my entire deal.

On the night in question I happily submerged into the warm tank, pleasantly surprised by the big silly improvised tub. Which again was meant for livestock. My knees bumped companionably against my beloved as we soaked in the hot water. After a while they rose to go into the cold water. "You don't have to," they told me.

But I was haunted. I wouldn't be doing hydro if I just stayed in the warm tub. Maybe hydro was amazing. It has all these health benefits. I desperately didn't want to but I stood up with them. We were having this nice intimate evening in the garage, just us, I felt safe. I was gonna do it.

They stepped easily into the cold tub, dunking matter of factly into the frigid water. I went to step. I did. I really really tried. My foot went in and I started shrieking, my progress arrested by the total state of shock I entered when my warm toasty foot hit that smug arctic water tension. My beloved started laughing as my pitch ascended the deeper my foot went into the cold water.

I started loudly narrating my discomfort as my foot touched the bottom and I willed my other foot up to join it. "THIS IS VERY COLD," I yelled, "IT'S SO COLD I THINK I MIGHT DIE HOW ARE YOU JUST CASUALLY SITTING IN THIS FREEZING COLD WATER?! I'M DYING- I THINK I'M DYING! I'M DYING BUT WE'RE HERE, TOGETHER! I CAN DO THIS! I CAN DO THESE EVEN THOUGH IT'S SO COLD ALL MY MOLECULES HAVE COMPRESSED INTO A SOLID STATE!"

I ended up with both feet planted in the cold tub, water up to my shins, bellowing and panting while my beloved laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. I hunkered over the cold water, squatting like a frozen gargoyle.

My beloved was trying to psyche me up while I willed my body to obey me. In a sudden jerky drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut I plummeted my body into the cold and let out a shriek that I’m sure could have shattered glass and then leapt up out of the water at a speed relative to a rocket achieving space flight. I didn’t like it.

When we got back inside my beloved's roommates were collapsed on the ground with tears in the their eyes from how hard they'd been laughing. They and probably every neighbor down the block had heard my pterodactyl screeching and narration because the garage was not remotely soundproof.

[bunnys-kisses]

can i order belgian waffles and soda served by max verstappen? thanks bunny <3

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want to submit your own order?? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items available! i'd love to hear from you! as for this lovely anon, thank you for such a nice order! it's rather short, but i love, love, love it! jealous!max my beloved! thank you!!

belgian waffles ("i cum in that every night.") + soda (jealousy) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, jealous!max, jealousy, dirty talk, missionary sex, motor home sex

"you're a jealous man, max verstappen." you said one night in the garage. your arms crossed and you gaze heavy on him.

he mimic your stance and replied, "i don't want the likes of piastri trying to take my mechanic."

you snorted through your nose, "right." you shifted from one foot the other, "because that weekend in lisbon and that christmas present last year really were because i was employee of the month.... that and somehow my supposed contract with alpine fell through."

max wasn't jealous. he was just concerned.

there should be an age restriction on mechanics. they should be old guys who can still work like they were in their twenties. because if max caught sight of you in your coveralls, looking like a total mess.

you weren't just some cute thing in the garage, you moved with the rest of your team. you were strong for all your time lifting and moving things. but yet carried such soft features that yanked on max's heart like a chain. you seemed so dedicated to getting max his fourth championship.

which was why he was curious why you were in the mercedes garage. he stayed a fair distance with his hat low to keep from any unwanted attention. he wanted to see where this was going.

"this is crazy, george! you really shouldn't be showing me this! oh my god." you said. then you starte to ramble about the aspects of the car. you were practically on your knees to get closer to it.

george tried not to think about you on your knees to hard. he didn't have ill intentions with you. and afterwards, you thanked george before you left, telling him you 'owed him one'. you were impressed by the car, if one red bull had the same specs. the team was pushing you to your limit at times, it didn't help that you had the golden boy of the team stalking in your shadows.

"have a good nice." george said before he watched you walk off.

max caught up with george after you both left the garage, a jealousy coiled in his chest. "george!"

the other man looked over, you far ahead now. he waved to max, "hey, mate."

"what are you doing out near the garage? race's over, man." that press smile hung on max's lips. he could see that you were gaining distance. but if max doesn't set a boundary now. george might get the wrong idea.

"ah, ya know. keepin' busy." max was soon in his personal space, "what are you doing around here?"

"aw, well. looking for my mechanic." he smiled as he placed a hand on george's back, giving it a firm smack. he leaned in to the other man and said, "i hope you know, george, i cum in that every night. it's not right to touch what belongs to another man. we're friends, right?" george nodded and max nodded in response, "so just back off, okay? she doesn't need to be poking around in your garage. and tell toto that she isn't interested in that contract either." then flashed the other man one of his winning smiles before he pulled away from him and went to go find you.

max wasn't a jealous man, he just knew your skills were suited better for the build of red bull.

in the room of his motorhome the night before you had to pack up for the next weekend. there was a fair bit of privacy in the place. it was probably more spacious than your apartment. even though max keeps suggesting you move in with him (the cats would love you). it felt nice to be out of your mechanics clothes, it could be sweltering sometimes. but it was needed when handling such dangerous machinery.

you didn't stray from red bull for long. you were in a shirt that had the logo across your chest, your breasts warping the image in the process and a fresh pair of cotton panties.

max loved the sight of you, how sweet you looked in his space. he remembered the first time you were in his home and your mouth went slack from the sight of it. your first comment was the view, which max let you get a closer look when he fucked you up against the window.

but, he'd have to reign it in a little tonight.

you were curled up with him in bed, your head against his chest while he played with your hair. you lifted your head a little to look at him and he kissed you.

"i saw you were with george today."

"oh! that wasn't anything. he just wanted to show me the car. i was interested in the specs that we could use in red bull... if anyone listened to me."

he smiled, "well." he kissed your forehead, "i always listen to you." he got you onto your back and in between your legs. he was able to move you so easily, for a woman who spent her days lugging around heavy materials, max could easily move you.

you were soft under his touch. in the low lighting of the bedroom. his hands on your hips as he admired you. you blushed a little bit, "i promise there was no funny business. plus george has a girlfriend!"

he got your legs around his waist and chuckled softly, "you think so little of me. i know you wouldn't break my heart that way. only being a team switcher. plus, if george tried to put his hands on you... we'd have a problem." he pressed his clothed cock against you, "but you're my good mechanic, right?"

you swallowed, "you're insatiable."

he pulled at the shirt on you, "only for you. i don't want you getting involved with teams that are less than. you only deserve the best."

"and what's the best?" you asked as the shirt was pulled over your head.

"me."

the two of you got out of your clothes, and max grabbed a condom out of the nightstand drawer. you had already gone through half of the pack that weekend. his hands on your thighs as he gazed at your nude body.

the only thing better than red bull or max's logo across your tits was them being bare for his eyes only. he licked his lips as he brushed his bare cock up against your slit.

"hey!" you yelped.

he chuckled, "quiet. i don't want a noise complaint from the other team. i know you want to scream my name, but tonight we have to keep quiet." he put on the condom and laid you out on the bed. he kissed your jaw as he shifted you hips up against him for a good angle.

he got into you, and shuddered at the feeling. being intimate with you was like a breath of fresh air. even on the days where the smell of car lingered on you and sweat was caked to his skin.

he loved your curves, your smile. how you lit up the garage and were a hard working. your knowledge of cars and how excited you spoke about them. he remembered a time where you could point out cars that passed by when you were having lunch together.

"you feel so good." he said softly, "you just feel like a dream. thank you for taking good care of my car and taking better care of me." he peppered your face with kisses, pushed your hair out the way to access more skin.

you glowed at the touch, it was so simple but yet it left your soul on fire. even when max was a jealous man, you still yearned for his closeness. his kisses and touches, his soft words and how he looked at you. he could have a day from hell, but when he saw you it was like the skies opened for him.

you held his face and brought his lips to yours. his lips were soft, a little raw from his biting while driving earlier in the day. his body felt good against yours. when you pulled away, you smiled at him.

it was like being kissed by sunshine.

he moved against you, your legs around his waist. your nails up near the back of his head. the kisses were passionately. the bed shifted a little with max's movements, but it made your heart leap in your chest.

you then cupped his face and ran your thumb across his bottom lip and smiled. heat in your cheeks as he thrusted. "of course max, a champion only becomes one when he has a championship worthy mechanic."

a shudder went through him, "i like when you talk like that." he said with such affection, "seeing that ego of yours inflate."

you giggled and pressed your forehead to his, "it's warranted. just keep getting those podiums." then kissed him once more.

the rhythm max had was steady and made pleasure circulate through your body. your soft moans were highlighted by the creaking of the bed. the heat inside of you bleed into your hands and feet as he rutted against you.

your nails dragged lazily across his broad shoulders. you panted heavily as max shifted your hips to get a better angle.

"so good for me."

"and you're good for me." he replied. he could feel the wash of warmth in his face, probably staining his cheeks pink. like when he finished a race. but having sex with you was not a race.

"max."

he knew you were getting close. he could feel the shudder through his body. it was like a inferno that he fed into.

you covered your mouth as to not get loud. but max pulled them away from you and pinned you to the soft covers. he silenced with you a kiss as he jackhammered into you. your back arched more, stopped by max's wider chest.

you held onto his hands as he pinned them down and kissed him deeply as you climaxed. your legs tightened around his waist and he continued to move against you. he was close behind you, giving you another searing kiss as he finished in the condom.

his pace slowed to a stop and he felt the heat on his back. he pulled out of you and went to go get rid of the condom. you curled up on the bed and pulled the pillow under your head as you eyed him throwing it out with the others from the weekend.

he got his briefs back on and got you back into his arms. you melted into his touch. in all fairness, you had very little intention of running off to another team. even if red bull drove you crazy, to feel close to max as often as you did felt nice.

if you put your soul into that engine, then he gave his soul over to you.

-

max wasn't a jealous man, but the only thing that could sate the throb of emotion were two things. a multi-year contract with red bull with your name on it and the thin gold chain with a small 'm' pendant. something you could tuck into your uniform while you worked.

he smiled at you, and you wiped grease off your cheek with your gloves, "going to make me win tonight?"

you nodded, "of course." you smiled at him before you pushed hair out of your eyes, "win like always, verstappen. and don't." you pointed at him, "damage my car."

he pulled you by the waist for a soft kiss, "of course." he wasn't a jealous man, but he'd be a fool if he let you go. <3

[totheblood]

can you do angsty ellie headcanons? maybe how she reacts in a fight/what makes her angry? or ellie being mean to reader and having to apologize??

a/n: of course!!! this is NOT proofread... and there is some ai audios at the bottom... enjoy!

angry gf ellie

ellie does her absolute best to not get upset with you

like she really does because her mouth is a bitch when she's mad

but sometimes you take things a little too far and ellie has to fight with herself to not lash out at you

"ellie, i wasn't actually flirting with her. i was just trying to tease you." you would say in a worried voice as you watched her pace the room and avoid eye contact with you

"in what fucking world would you think i would like that?" she would spit out, flinching at her own tone

"i jus-" you try and justify it but you know you have pushed her a little too far

she would probably cut you off with the sound of your name, her voice much gentler this time

"can you just go? i need to be alone right now."

ellie is also very good at the silent treatment which drives you crazy

she would avoid you for days after the incident, not wanting to get in a full-fledged fight with you

she keeps imagining you playfully laughing and touching someone else's forearm and it drives her crazy

she doesn't even know why you would do something like that, was she not giving you enough attention?

so she would end up at your door late at night with her foot in your mouth

upon seeing your tired face, probably from the stress she caused you, she would immediately fold (ellie is such a simp it's embarrassing)

she just forgets what she's mad about when looking into your sad eyes, your face already in the palm of her hand

"baby," she would coo

"'m sorry els, it was so stupid. i don't even know why i thought that was a good idea because if you did that to me i would probably lose my mind, so please don't break up with me. i promise it will never-" she would watch as you rambled on but get absolutely thrown by the 'don't break up with me' comment

"hey hey hey, who said anything about breaking up? i was just upset, is all. don't like seeing my girl touching anyone else, yeah? we're okay, i promise." she does her best to reassure you, but when the worried look on your face doesn't go away she decides to press a kiss on your forehead

"you promise?"

"i promise. -- now are you going to invite me in? it's fucking freezing out here!"

ellie only gets angry at the sight of two things: you with another person and you injured

it's why she tries her best to be the only one who goes on patrol with you, but since shifts rotate sometimes you have to go with someone else

and that someone was jesse, who you loved but who ellie hated for you to be on patrol with

she knows what you and jesse are like around eachother (distracted) and you always come back with a few extra scratches when you're out with him

this time you came back on the back of jesse's horse with blood dripping down your forehead

upon seeing you ellie is immediately fuming and running out from the shelter of the stable to help you off the horse

she tries to be gentle in helping you down but she's shaking and your blood has started to drip onto her hand

"what the fuck happened, jesse?" she says in a huff as the men in the stable rush over to help her get you down.

"raiders, they just came out of nowhere." he sighs, hand on his head because he knows he's about to get it from ellie

"they came out of nowhere? or were you just not paying any fucking attention?!" she glared at jesse as you toppled over into her

"c'mon baby, you're okay." she'd press a kiss to your forehead ignoring jesse as she got you to the infirmary

but once you were all stitched up and alert? she was on you in an instant

"you always do this and i tell you every time that one day it's going to cost you your fucking life! and that day was almost today! -- do you know how lucky you are?"

you were just blinking up at her with your eyes wide, it shocked you that when you finally came to you were recieving a lecture from your girlfriend

"ellie, i'm too tired for this."

"oh, you're too tired? imagine how tired i am! how tiring it must be to wait for days not knowing if your girlfriend is dead. but noooo, jesse is just that fucking interesting that you have to risk your life to laugh at his lame jokes."

"what do you want me to do?" at this point you're just trying to get the pounding in your head to stop

"i want you to focus when you are on patrol! act like your life means something!" she's practically begging at this point

"okay."

"okay?"

"anything to stop you yelling at me, i really don't feel good." you say, leaning over to throw up into the closest garbage can

and just like that ellie is your ellie again, she's rushing over to hold your hair and rub your back

when you finish she gets up to throw the trash outside so the room doesn't stink

she hates being mad at you, but she hates upsetting you

"look, about what i said earlier; i'm sorry. i don't know what would happen, what i would do, if i lost you. i didn't mean to take it out on you."

you grab her hand and squeeze it lightly, "i know and i love you."

"i love you more."

but then you're leaning in to give her a kiss and she remembers five minutes ago when you were throwing up everything inside you

"i'll give you a kiss later…after we get those teeth cleaned."

ai audios:

i had more... but there's an upload limit

[littlest-w01f]

Protection

Eris Vanserra x Reader

For @erisweekofficial

Eris week 2024 Masterlist

Day 1: Bonds

Summary: Eris Vanserra didn't share much with people, but the attachment he shares with you, someone who was meant to be nothing but one of his father's human slaves, is too different.

Cw: Mentions of slavery/sex slavery, Eris is touchy with his human

The new day had started quicker than you wanted, but humans were never treated well in the Autumn Court, so you stood in the kitchen, cleaning dishes and placing them in their spot by hand when the Fae could've easily used magic. But you didn't bother ranting about it to anyone, you didn't have a choice, but thankfully, none of the Vanserras had chosen you to be 'theirs', those poor humans who were chosen, lived far worse lives than you. So you quietly scrubbed away at the plates.

Eris walked into the kitchen early in the morning, his red hair wet from the bath, spotting you immediately. His eyes trailed over you, taking in your form. His expression darkened, he had always wanted to keep you as his, he felt a serge of protectiveness over you that he didn't feel for any other, even if he didn't let it show. "And why, may I ask, are you up so early?"

You paused your scrubbing, the last two weeks had been a lot on you, with the party that happened, the comments some faeries made at you and your fellow humans, and even if you knew Eris was jesting, you couldn't hold the madness that bubbled in you, you had had enough of faeries, and Eris' cheeky grin was pissing you off. "Because you sick freaks burned the maid who would've been up cause she spilt a little wine." You almost growl, remembering how one of Eris' brothers had burned her using his power.

Eris looked precisely like that brother, the middle one, the poor maid had spilt a single drop and he had charred her in front of everyone, "And don't even get me started on all the hollering you do, absolutely horrid." You set a plate down harshly before grabbing another, after every such party, you needed a few days before you could be out otherwise you always knew you would say something that would get you killed, "We're just playthings, right? Fuckers."

Eris's brows furrowed at your outburst, clearly taken aback by your sudden display of anger. He stepped closer, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your face. "Playthings?" he repeated, his voice low and measured. "Is that really how you see yourself here?"

"Playthings, toys, pets, slaves, entertainment, servants... call it anything you want, but the job description is the same." He stepped closer to you, taunting, watching as your spine straightened and you stiffened at his approach. "And I suggest you keep a better leash on your tongue, you're addressing a son of the High Lord of Autumn."

As if on instinct, you grabbed a knife from the sink, holding it to his chest. "Stay back." The knife trembled in your hand, but you still held it.

Eris's eyes widened briefly at the sight of the knife pressed against his chest, but then narrowed again as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Well now," he drawled, not seeming particularly concerned about the blade. "Aren't you my feisty little thing?"

He took another step forward until the tip of the knife was practically touching his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Go ahead then, human rebel." he purred, his voice dripping with mockery. "Stab me. See what happens because you're either brave or extremely stupid."

His eyes glittered with challenge and amusement as if daring you to actually follow through on your threat. It was clear he didn't believe for a second that you would truly hurt him.

"I haven't slept in two week cause I've been waiting literally 200 year old children hand and foot, you do not wish to test me." You scoff, turning back to your work.

The fact that this simple human was standing up to him, in his own home, it set his blood aflame, even if admittedly it was rather fascinating that the flames were burning something like lust rather than anger. "Two hundred years old children who could reduce you to ash in the snap of their fingers," He reminded you, his gaze following the movement of your hands as you worked.

"Yes, you still need branded slaves to bring you food, massage your feet, be your entertainment." You rolled your eyes, and you talk to yourself but he can clearly hear, "Oh, human press my legs, massage my back, what are you staring at? Why aren't you working? Do I need to shove my cock down your throat since you think you're on some break?"

His smug smile only grew wider at your words, though there was a hint of curiosity lacing his tone. "It seems my brother's actions have left quite the lasting impression on you," he said softly, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

"I assure you, most of us aren't quite so barbaric," he added, leaning back against the kitchen slab casually, seemingly unfazed by your proximity and the blade you had once held dangerously close to him. "Though it's certainly amusing seeing you stand up to me."

"I'm just tired..." A sudden tear lined your eye, but you refused to let him look at you.

Seeing the lone tear track its way down your cheek, Eris frowned, momentarily losing the playful edge in his demeanour. "Tired of what exactly?" he asked quietly, tilting his head to the side as he regarded you with newfound interest.

There was genuine concern laced within his voice, despite his earlier taunts. He pushed himself away from the counter, stepping closer to you again, this time without any sign of mockery or aggression. "Talk to me, as a distraction if anything, what do you dream of? What does freedom look like to you?"

"I don't even remember..." You whispered, you knew you could talk to Eris, with how many times you had threatened him and were still alive to do it again.

Seeing your defeated posture and the raw emotion in your voice, Eris's expression softened considerably. He reached out slowly, hesitantly, as if worried you might lash out again, but placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Everyone has dreams, even those bound by duty and servitude," he murmured softly.

"I think you know that better than anyone," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even the strongest among us crave something more than the life we lead. But dreams can be forgotten, buried beneath layers of despair and hopelessness." He squeezed your shoulder gently, offering comfort in his own way. "But I won't let you forget, not anymore. Tell me, what is it that you desire?"

"To rest..." You slump slightly against Eris, "Or something..."

As you slumped against him, Eris wrapped an arm around your shoulders, supporting your weight as he guided you towards one of the chairs at the main table. "Rest then," he said gently, easing you down onto the seat. "Take all the time you need."

He crouched down in front of you, his hands resting lightly on your knees as he gazed up at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "As for something else," he murmured, his voice low and enticing, "Perhaps we could explore that together. I've grown quite fond of our little exchanges, haven't you? You threaten me, I laugh at your audacity, repeat."

Seeing your exhausted state, Eris decided to take matters into his own hands, or rather, use his magic to help you find some much-needed relief. With a swift motion, he traced a delicate pattern in the air, the dishes cleaned themselves up, and stacked properly.

His fingers traced idle patterns on your knee, sending tingles up your spine. "I've watched you, you know. Seen the fire in your eyes, the strength in your spirit. It intrigues me, draws me in like a moth to flame."

"You shouldn't say such things, my Lord." You gasped as his hands were behind to massage your calves from where he was kneeling, such a submissive posture, to kneel in front of someone, like he was with you, one your body too had perfected over the years.

"Eris, please," He corrected, his touch firm yet gentle as he kneaded the tense muscles of your calves. "And why not? I find myself increasingly drawn to your company, regardless of the circumstances."

His thumbs dug deeper, pressing into the knots of tension, seeking to alleviate some of the stress that seemed etched into every line of your body. "And besides," he added with a sly grin, "I enjoy making you squirm. It's quite… entertaining."

He moved upwards, his hands now caressing the backs of your thighs, applying just enough pressure to make you arch off the chair. "Let me take care of you," he offered, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down your spine.

"Take care of me how?" you ask, hesitation in your voice.

Eris's fingers trailed higher, grazing the sensitive flesh just beneath the hem of your skirt. "In whatever ways you allow me to," he replied, his voice husky with promise. "A massage, perhaps, to soothe these weary muscles of yours."

His hands slid further up, teasing the smooth skin of your inner thighs as he leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your ear. "Or maybe a soothing bath, scented with lavender and chamomile, to wash away the fatigue of the past fortnight."

He nipped playfully at your earlobe before pulling back to gaze at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course, if you prefer something a bit more… intimate, I wouldn't object to exploring those desires as well, to give you pleasures humans only dream of achieving."

One hand crept under the hem of your skirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your thigh. "All you have to do is say yes," he murmured, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Give yourself over to me, and I will worship every inch of your body until you're drowning in ecstasy." His other hand cupped your face, thumb brushing over your lower lip. "What do you say, my little rebel? Will you let me take care of you? Make you mine so no one else can order you about?"

His words hung heavy in the air between you, tempting and tantalizing. There was a pull, a magnetic force that drew you in and made you consider his offer in earnest. The thought of being taken care of, truly cared for, instead of simply ordered around.

Your heart races, pounding loudly in your ears. This was madness, insanity even. You knew you shouldn't trust a faerie, but Eris had every reason to kill you, yet he actually enjoyed your company and damn if it didn't sound appealing, incredibly appealing. You swallow hard, your throat dry.

"Are you going to brand me?" You ask hesitantly, you had seen a few 'private' slaves the brothers kept, some had multiple, but you had never really seen one with Eris or Lucien.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Eris's lips, clearly amused by your question. "Brand you?" He echoed, feigning surprise. "Why would I want to do that? Unless, of course," He added, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "you wish to bear my mark, a symbol of ownership and affection."

His eyes glided from your thigh, trailing upward along the curve of your waist, coming to stare just below your breasts, then your shoulders. "Perhaps," He mused aloud, "A small emblem somewhere discreet, a reminder of who you belong to when I'm not near." His thumb brushed over the swell of your breast, teasing the fabric of your dress. "Would you like that, my fiery little rebel? To wear my insignia proudly, proclaiming to the world that you're mine?"

"Please, no." You shake your head, "I really would not..."

Eris chuckled, a rich, velvety sound that sent pleasant shivers down your spine. "No branding then," he agreed, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on your hip, the other playing with your neck, tracing circles. "Though, a collar might do, hmm? You're mine after all. You need to have something that tells others to fuck off."

With a sudden, fluid movement, he stood up, towering over you. His hands found their way to your shoulders, massaging firmly as he leaned down, his breath hot against your neck. His hands began to work their magic once more, tracing lazy circles along your collarbone before slipping down to tease the neckline of your dress. "Mine," he repeated, savouring the word as if it were a fine wine. "That's all I want to hear, my sweet rebel. That you're mine, and only mine. I've wanted you since the day father bought you. I should've claimed you sooner."

The sensation of his hands on your skin, the heat radiating from his body, it was intoxicating. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you, it was all meant to ensnare you, and it was working.

"Yours," You breathe out, the word escaping your lips before you can stop it. It feels right, natural, like a secret you've been holding onto for far too long. Your eyes flutter closed, savoring the feeling of his hands on your body, the warmth of his presence enveloping you.

"Say it again," He commands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down your spine. "Tell me who you belong to, my little rebel. Who owns this body, this soul?"

His hands slide lower, gripping your hips possessively as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, evidence of his desire, his hunger for you. It's intoxicating, knowing that you have such power over him, that you can reduce this powerful man to nothing more than a slave to his own lust.

"I belong to you." You whisper again, a faint smile on your lips, watching how his eyes darkened further. "And I would like to sleep."

Eris laughed softly, "Well then, your first order is to get some fulfilling sleep, and you can't rebel against me, no matter how much your firey heart desires to." His fingers traced your jaw, "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

"Yeah..." You nod gently before Eris winnowed you to his room, leaving you there to follow through with his command and drop on the bed.

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[endless-ineffabilities]

sapphire-hearted (part two)

Aemond Targaryen x f!reader

After his betrayal, the reader is determined to forget about Aemond. But her attempts at entertaining a potential suitor seem to be thwarted at every turn, by none other than... who else?

themes/warnings: jealous!Aemond, angst, third (and fourth) parties involved but not really

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a/n: the title changed, yes! Also, can you believe I actually thought this would remain a mere oneshot? But no, I got hungry for more angst and jealousy and all the good stuff. Much love to all my fellow angst lovers for breathing new life into this fic!

When the whispers started, you knew they would eventually reach Aemond.

You were rumoured to be entertaining Lord Ramsay Beesbury, the youngest son of the late Lord Lyman Beesbury.

His older brother, Braxton, was your initial suitor many moons ago. But you refused him, of course. For a certain one-eyed prince.

Lord Braxton had been the one who became Lord of Honeyholt after his father and he has just recently taken a wife. Unlike his father, however, he opted to side with the Greens and to back Aegon's claim.

Ramsay began to seek you out himself, not long after finding out that you are now more receptive to marriage proposals.

Everyone knew. Well, it seems that way, at least. It is common knowledge that you and Aemond were closer than to be expected of mere friends. Any Lord who might ask for your hand knew not to expect to be met with warmth and eagerness. They tried anyway, and failed.

Because each time, and without even needing to say so, they knew that you were choosing Aemond.

"I don't know why you would think that," you lie with a sweet smile, when Ramsay presents his concern about you and Aemond. "Prince Aemond and I are acquaintances, and that is all there is to it."

"Oh." Ramsay smiles, evidently pleased with your response. "My lady, I am glad to be spending this afternoon with you here in the gardens. After some time, I would hope that we can join our Houses, as humble as mine might be." He averts his eyes shyly. Ramsay is surely a gentle lad, as far as you have seen.

"You need not be concerned, my lord. My House is just as humble. But we make do, don't we? At the very least, we do not have to busy ourselves with all the politicking the more nobler Houses seem to get into."

"That is true, my lady." He grins, and you notice lines burst around his eyes, though he is merely five and twenty. Ramsay has spent a life imparting and partaking in laughter.

Unlike a certain sullen, brooding Targaryen. Could you get used to Ramsay? Surely. Could you love him? Perhaps so.

"So what shall we do on the morrow?" Ramsay closes the distance between the two of you on the bench, and his knees brush against yours under your skirts. He takes your hands in his, "I propose - "

He stops, his head whipping to the side, looking toward the treeline.

"What is it, my lord?" you ask, looking in the same direction. But you see nothing.

"I thought I heard something." He whispers, then looks again to you. "Where were we - "

"Fine weather we're having." You nearly jump out of your skin in surprise, as Ramsay is interrupted yet again. Aemond stands about a foot away from your bench, hands clasped behind him in usual commanding stance.

"My prince." Ramsay stiffens, your hands still held in his. You see that Aemond's attention has been drawn to this, his lips curling in distaste.

You both rise from the bench. Ramsay is no longer touching you, but still stands close.

Closer than Aemond would like. His hand clenches into a fist behind his back. He muses about whether it is unbecoming for a Targaryen prince to sock a young Lord in the jaw unprovoked.

He does not much care either way.

"It is, indeed," Ramsay says. "Which is why I thought to take the Lady out for a walk in the gardens."

"And a fine idea it was," you add, purposefully looping your arm around Ramsay's. "It's best that Lord Ramsay and I get to know each other well, if we are to wed soon."

Aemond decides not to punch the young Lord Beesbury. Not just yet. Clearly you're provoking him and he is not going to give you the satisfaction.

"A wedding in the middle of war?" Aemond hums. "Do you not think such a union foreshadows plenty of discontent and strife, my lady?"

You scoff, "Oh, what does it matter? When will we ever not be in a war, in some form or another? That should not stop us from marrying whom we please. From loving whom we please."

Loving. Love. Aemond's heart sinks. You mention love in front of him, when you have yourself wrapped around another man. One whom you plan to wed.

How can you speak of love, when you are planning to sacrifice it? Aemond might transgress with Alys, but at least he is doing it for the realm. For you.

Is he not? Then why does it seem like he is losing you?

Ramsay beams to Aemond, "My lady is truly clever, is she not, my prince?"

"She is." Aemond genuinely agrees. He only has eyes on you, running over the planes of your face which he has committed to memory, all those nights of watching you sleep next to him. He looks upon you with longing.

With love.

For a moment, everything feels right. You and your love gaze upon each other, all else forgotten. Your arm slides down from Ramsay's in your brief reverie.

Then Ramsay clears his throat. "What are you doing here, Prince Aemond? Can we help you with anything?"

"Oh, I don't think you can," Aemond says pointedly, clearly pleased with himself.

"P-pardon me?"

You interrupt the exchange, your voice icy, "Not busy today, my prince? No plans of battle to discuss? Grand spells to concoct?"

"No." Aemond merely shakes his head. "I've no use for those at the moment."

"What a surprise," you sneer.

Ramsay glazes over your mention of spells, thinking he misheard things. He then addresses Aemond, "It seems that the tides have turned toward our favour, my prince. The Greens' favour. I can only hope that the aid my House provides has played a part, albeit small."

Aemond does not mince his words, disdain clear in his voice when he says, "Surely the barrels of honeyed wine that your great House provides has been crucial in advancing our cause, my Lord. If you yourself possessed any mettle, then you would be out there in the battlefield. Instead you sit here in the gardens, wasting your days trying to covet something of mine. "

Unbelievable. Your mouth nearly falls open in shock at his demeanour. "Aemond..."

"I need to speak with you, my lady."

"I am occupied at the moment, my prince." You respond through gritted teeth.

"It's alright," Ramsay nods to you, clearly disheartened. But he holds his ground, and bravely takes your hand in his. Completely aware that Aemond watches, he leans down and plants a kiss on the back of your hand, eyes on yours the entire time.

Aemond feels his restraint dissipating, hanging on by the flimsiest of threads.

"Come with me," Aemond takes your hand, the very same which Ramsay just kissed, and begins pulling you away and walking towards the tall hedges.

You can feel his thumb brushing against your knuckles, as if trying to eliminate any trace of Lord Ramsay.

"Stop - " you say, but to no avail.

When Ramsay is no longer in your line of sight, you pull your hand from Aemond's grip. "What is wrong with you? Ramsay did nothing to deserve that."

"Ramsay," Aemond rolls his eye. His shoulders are stiff, and you can easily tell he is angry.

"I should go find him, and apologize for your behaviour. Clearly you will not."

"I do not need to apologize for anything to that weak-willed, little - "

"Then apologize to me," you interject, voice breaking.

"Whatever for?" He reaches for you, but you stand still. Doing nothing as his hand cradles your face.

"For everything... for being with someone else... for not choosing me."

"But I choose you. I always - "

"You chose Alys."

His face scrunches at that. Aemond thinks that he did not choose Alys, he merely chose to use her powers for his gain. But it will never be her over you.

"Just apologize to me," you shrug. "Or don't. It does not change anything. We can soon set all of this behind us."

You watch him intently, drinking in every slight change in his expression. The curve of his lips. The way his eyelashes brush against his skin when he looks down.

If you have to let him go, you will always want to remember him. To remember everything.

He says nothing for the longest time, just holding your face in his hands.

Until you step away. His arms fall to his sides.

"I have to choose Ramsay, Aemond. I have to do this for myself," you say.

Still, nothing. His gaze is trained downward, and he feels helpless as he can feel you slipping away from him.

You finally muster up the strength to say goodbye, "I'll be seeing you, my love."

Your feet feel heavy as you walk away, crunching against the small rocks on the path.

"What if we were to wed? What then, hmm?" He suddenly says, making you stop in your tracks.

He continues, "Will you choose me?"

Will Aemond finally give up Alys? Will he marry the reader even if it will be frowned upon and seen as an unfit union? *shrugs* you tell me

Will Aegon make an appearance in part three? *nods* yes. Yes, he will.

In my mind, Ramsay is played by Callum Turner or Jonah Hauer-King. Just a thought. Aemond's got some competition *laughs evilly*

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[a-mint-bear]

Courtship Rituals

Male Yandere x Reader

So… that's definitely space outside the window. It's been a week since you woke up on this ship, and the weird alien who keeps checking in on you is… nice enough. But something about him seems off...

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"I see you're doing well, starlight."

He’d been checking up on you more often lately. At least you were pretty sure they were a "he". Since his voice started getting translated by the device on his temple, it was sounding decidedly masculine.

Since you’d woken up on this ship, he’d been keeping an eye on you. At first, you’d been terrified, and rightly so. Waking up to an eight-foot-tall, armored alien staring at you had been too much. After screaming and throwing things, and more screaming, he'd seemed unbothered by your reaction. He tried talking to you, but it just sounded like chirps and chuffs, like a big cat. He'd done his best to communicate, but nothing was coming across.

With a defeated hiss, he disappeared for a day or so. You’d attempted to get out of the massive, round bed but the sudden movement made your vision swim and a nauseous feeling crashed over you. With so many questions still bouncing around in your head, you were frustrated that all you could really do was wait.

You had a dreamless sleep, the night sky trailing on endlessly outside the massive floor-to ceiling window that made you feel all the more insignificant.

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When he came back the next day (maybe?), you finally got a good look at him. His face was the only vaguely human thing about him, save for large, dark eyes that glowed in the dark and odd scales on his cheeks and forehead. He had pointed ears that almost looked like they belonged to a bat. They swiveled and twitched, especially when you spoke. He was rarely expressive, though you did see him attempt a smile from time to time. You say "attempt" because it was way too wide and revealed far too many sharp teeth. It set off some ancient instinct in you to stay the hell away. You tried to ignore it but still kept your guard up just in case.

A keyboard-like light panel that projected from a device on his forearm chimed as he tapped away at it, and he approached you with a metal circle no bigger than your thumbnail, matching the one he wore. You backed away, hyper-aware of the stranger's touch. He… purred at you? And while you were distracted, he tapped it to your right temple.

There was a sharp pinch, the pain pulsing away with your heartbeat. When you cried out, he was quick to touch his long, clawed fingers to yours, maybe trying to comfort you.

You could hear the device whirring away against your skin, latching onto you and beeping intermittently. You’d never felt anything interacting with what felt like your brain before, and you could say without a doubt that it was NOT great.

The noises stopped, and a low, almost ghostly voice purred in your ear.

"Communication link established. The device should be fully functional now…"

“Hello there.” His clawed finger caressed yours, soothing your pain. It eventually faded, that purring of his actually seemed to help. “I hope your rest has helped you overcome your transfer sickness.”

From then on, any time he talked to you, it swung between intelligent, endless technical talk that one might expect from this extra sci-fi guy and…

Awkward small talk?

"Lovely weather we're having today." He smiled that horrifying smile of his, sitting on the end of the bed.

With an awkward glance out the window, you had the thought that there was, of course, no weather in space.

"Have you read any interesting publications as of late?"

You shook off the odd nature of the questions, cutting to the chase.

Why were you here?

"Of course, I've brought you onto my ship for the… hmm. It seems there is no exact translation for it." He seemed puzzled, tapping away at the device. "The closest term that I can find is… ah. The Courtship."

You froze.

Courtship?

He seriously abducted you to… woo you?

And here you thought that was a cliché for extraterrestrials…

That would explain the awkward small talk. But it was still too weird.

You tried to get to the bottom of all this. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the wave of anxiety that had yet to wash away.

You had no idea as to how he would react to you just saying “No, take me back to Earth.” So, you’d have to ease into it, gauge his reactions.

You told him your name. He mulled over it, mispronouncing it a few times before growling a little. It made you freeze, your brain was again screaming “Danger, get away from here NOW”, but you needed to keep your head.

“If I could, it sounds… very similar to the word my people have for… the closest translation I can come to is the… electromagnetic radiation from self-gravitational fixed plasma points that are visible to the naked eye. Starlight… yes, that will suffice.”

If he weren’t an actual, literal alien, you would swear he was upping his word count to sound smarter. But you had no clue how this translator worked, maybe it just pointed him to the closest words to what he wanted to say.

But it seemed you had a nickname. A very romantic-sounding one. Great.

You asked him for his name in return.

"Yes, my designation. My species has little use for such titles." He brushed off the notion with a shift of his dark eyes, staring into yours again. "We do not interact with one another to require such differentiation. I have heard of my people taking a title assigned to them by their mate, for their own assurance, as we mate for life."

He leaned to be closer to you, his face uncomfortably close to yours. You guessed he was kind of handsome, for a literal alien… But that wasn’t any of his business.

"Would you like to assign me a title, my starlight?"

He was thinking of you… as his mate? Already? Or was that just an example? You’d literally spent less than a full day actually talking with him and he was talking about mating for life? It was all too much.

You didn’t want him to assume you were okay with any of this, but it might help him see you in a better light. Make you a person in his eyes, and not just a (hopefully temporary) guest on his ship. Maybe even sympathize with you when you asked him about turning the thing around and taking you back home.

You combed your mind for anything that would fit, digging deep for your middle school astronomy/mythology phases.

You asked if he would be okay if you called him Cygnus, only telling him it was the name of a star back on Earth. But it stood out with his casual “mate for life” comment, even though he resembled a dragon/cat more than a swan. Not to mention the story of an otherworldly being making advances towards someone he really shouldn’t, as Zeus once did to Leda.

“Siig…nussss…” he hissed out the last syllable, his tongue flicking out over the strange word. “Cygnus… I will cherish this title, starlight.” he nuzzled your hand to his scaled cheek, purring again. Before you could say anything else, the panel on his arm went off with a sudden alarm.

“Apologies.” he stood, tapping at some of the keys. “I must attend to something.”

Before Cygnus could step away from the bed, you panicked, reaching out and grabbing his hand. He stared at you, a curious purr slipping out before he knelt by the bedside.

You held his large hand in yours, pleading with him that you couldn’t do this. You had a life, he took you from it and this was all too much. You just wanted to go home.

His expression never changed, but he touched your hair, seeming almost entranced by it. You wondered if this alien would take pity on you, if he could be persuaded to do the right thing.

“Ah, you seem to be misinterpreting something.” You could see the realization in his dark eyes. “The language barrier is beginning to become a hindrance.”

He held your hand in a placating way, patting it gently like he had seen someone do the same thing without knowing much context.

“The Courtship is… something my people have been doing for eons. They believe that genetic variation is the key to a long-standing civilization. No two of us are genetically similar to each other after a few generations. We have varying appearances and life expectancies. We visit a faraway star system and… take a viable mate from the populace. Some do this at random, some monitor their prospective mates to assess compatibility.”

“After searching for so long, I found myself interested in the humanoid species of Earth. The longer I observed, searching for my perfect mate, the more I became… intrigued by the courtship rituals I observed.”

“You engage in meaningless banter where neither party really cares for the answer. The lingering touches, the subtle glances. Small meaningful gifts or large shows of extravagance to display to the prospective mate that they can provide. And dancing… I was especially intrigued by how your species uses such a thing for showcasing sexual compatibility. The Courtship is such a… straightforward and dull undertaking by comparison.”

“I saw you, just walking alone…” His eyes were shining as he looked at you, that damn purring started back up whenever he paused. “I’ve heard from others of my kind that we just… know. And when I saw you I knew…I knew you were my mate.”

The way he said it, it felt like you stopped breathing. He was looking at you like… like a predator who’d finally cornered their prey. That’s what your brain had been warning you about.

“We take our mate aboard our ships and begin… this word isn’t coming across. I will do some research… Regardless, this is not traditionally a… harmonious process?” he tilted his head, still as emotionless as before. “No, perhaps… consensual is the better term.”

You didn’t dare to look away from his eyes, that horrible, terrified feeling clawing down your back. You suddenly wondered if you’d ever seen him blink.

“That particular element of The Courtship continues to be necessary.”

Cygnus caressed your cheek, you could feel his claws gently touch your skin, they were blunt and curved. You were suddenly reminded of how some claws like that weren’t meant to tear and slash, but rather pin and capture.

Words completely failed you, not that you knew what to say. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Get some rest, my starlight.” he touched his forehead to yours, nuzzling you as he purred. “I’ll court you as long as it takes.”

He stepped out of the room and left you to your own devices, and you went into the “flight” option of fight or flight. There was no obvious way to open the door to the room, no handle or lock, just a slab of metal that stood out from the surrounding wall. You tried to rattle it, push on it, kick it down. But it didn’t budge.

The little thing on your head beeped, and it seemed to communicate with a robot eye-looking thing above the door. It lit up in recognition of your device, but then blinked red with a quick negative-sounding chime. It was confirmation of something you already suspected, but didn’t want to accept.

You were locked in. You’d probably been locked in the entire time. Cygnus’ calm demeanor made you think he could be reasoned with, made to see you were your own person who deserved to live your own life.

You slid down the door, collapsing into panicked tears.

It was clear that he saw you as anything but.

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Affectionately nicknaming the alien yandere "Siggy" in my head. because Cyggy looks a little silly, but either are acceptable.

with his face it's possible that there was a human somewhere in his lineage, way way back when. it's mostly surface level, as he doesn't even recognize it in himself. to be fair, there's no one way his species is "supposed" to look.

His people do the whole "alien abduction" thing to reproduce, probably not in the old-fashioned way but more of a gene-splice-y way, but it's still a terrifying practice.

it's been a hot second since i posted anything, started my new job and i tend to get into a creative slump when i get into work mode. but sitting down at my actual computer to write this instead of editing it on my phone or old tablet did the trick.

now im sitting here thinking "does he have a tail?" and now im debating it lol. he probably definitely has those legs, you know the ones. google tells me it's called digitigrade.

and that "armor" is really just like... a scaley exoskeleton. but not really, more like a crab shell that would grow back if damaged or ripped off. it protects his soft, vulnerable body. he molts it every year and he gets super embarrassed being seen without his "armor" ha

until next time, i have to get some work done ✌️

edit: art of Cygnus

[archangeldyke-all]

ever since you posted pregnant sev a few days ago it’s all i’ve been thinking about… could we maybe get another lactation kink with sev but she’s the one lactating this time??? thank you and your beautiful brain…

anon reveal yourself so i can marry you for this...

men and minors dni

you quietly pad down the hallway. all three of your girls are finally asleep, and you really don't want to wake them again on a creaky floorboard.

sevika chuckles from her spot on the couch when she watches you come slowly, carefully tipetoeing out into the living room.

"i think they're down for the night." you whisper as you crawl onto the couch and nuzzle into her side.

sevika hums, wrapping her arms around you. you start a gentle trail of kisses down her neck, no real destination in mind, just enjoying the way she's melting into the couch at your touch.

quickies have become the status quo for you and sevika with three kids running around. but every night, you and sevika will do this. just... lay on the couch together, holding one another for about an hour-- nothing on the tv, no music, just you two.

sometimes, like now, you kiss. sometimes you gossip and laugh and chat. most nights though, it's just the two of you humming happily as you soak in the feeling of one another after a long day.

sevika sighs underneath you and pinches your hip. "we're gonna have to readjust. i gotta pump and dump-- silco talked me into a drink at lunch, and my tits are killing me." she says.

you giggle and kiss her cheek before getting up. "i'll get it. stay here."

the kitchen is a mess, you'll have to talk sevika into helping you tackle the dishes after your cuddle session. you start now, gathering and stacking dishes by the sink, starting a hot water soak on the nasty looking ones.

you find the breast pump in a mixing bowl with leftover waffle batter scraped on the sides. sevika must've tossed her pump in it after pumping this morning at breakfast.

"baby." you huff as you walk back into the living room. sevika nods up at you. "your pump's dirty. gotta wash and sanitize it. come talk with me in the kitchen." you request.

sevika pouts and kicks her foot a bit. "i want my cuddles." she whines.

you grin. "you're spending too much time with the kids." sevika rolls her eyes and makes grabby hands for you. you snort as you crawl back on top of your wife. she winces a bit as you settle down on top of her tits, and you try your best not to put too much pressure on them.

sevika's tits have always been shockingly sensitive, in both good and bad ways. good, like you can make her cum with a few well placed kisses, sucks and pinches on her nipples. bad, like her tits are always killing her on her period, and when one of the twins bites while they're eating, sevika nearly passes out in pain.

"fuck, i'm sore." sevika huffs.

you pout, reaching your hands under your wife's back to unclasp her bra for her. she sighs in relief, and you settle back on top of her. it's quiet for a few minutes, your breaths becoming synchronized, sevika's hands tracing patterns on your back.

then, sevika starts to squirm a bit. her heartbeat picks up in her chest, you can hear it where you're resting your head against her. her breath gets just a little shaky, and when she gulps, you finally look down at your wife with a teasing glance. "you okay?"

sevika's got a pretty blush on her cheeks. "uh." she whispers. you raise an eyebrow at her and she huffs. "remember when you had the little fucker?" she asks.

you snort and nod. "yeah something about that rings a bell..." you tease. sevika pinches your ass and you giggle.

"r-remember how..." she trails off.

"how?"

"how when you'd get clogged or sore or too full of milk i'd..."

you grin down at your wife, and she shivers at the sight. "you want me to take care of you baby?" you ask, already unbuttoning her shirt.

sevika's gulp echoes through the silent house, and she nods, clenching the cushions under her. "please?" she whispers.

you groan, swooping down to kiss your wife as you tear her shirt open and help her take her bra off her arms.

sevika's tits have grown a few cup sizes since the babies' arrival, and right now they're even more swollen. "fuck." you whisper.

you reach up and take her tits in your hands, gently pushing them together. sevika's legs twine around your hips and pull your clothed crotch against hers. you watch in fascination as a single bead of milk forms on her nipple, then slides down her tit onto your hand.

"how quick do you think you'll cum?" you ask, pinching her nipple and giggling as a little stream of milk spurts out and lands on your shirt. sevika whimpers.

"fuck off, would you just--" sevika thrusts her chest up closer to you.

you grin. "how long have you been thinking about me doing this to you, love?" you ask.

sevika's face goes bright red, and she slings a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you down to her chest as her response.

you just laugh as you suck her nipple into her mouth, both of you moaning as she starts to leak onto your tongue.

fuck she tastes good. her milk is sweet, and the sounds she's letting out are even sweeter. she's got her arms wrapped around you like a koala, clinging onto you, a hand in your hair, the other tangled in your shirt.

each time you let a tiny grunt or moan out against her tits, sevika squeaks. when you start swirling your tongue around her nipple, she starts grinding against your cunt.

and when you reach up with your free hand to grop her other tit roughly, sevika has to stuff her fist in her mouth to muffle her orgasm.

her milk starts to slow down, so you switch tits, massaging the one you'd just abandoned, making a fucking mess of your hand and her chest and the couch-- but you're both way too far gone to give a shit about that now.

"baby." sevika growls. you gently graze your teeth over her nipple and she pulls your hair harshly. "fuck!" she cries. you moan, nuzzling even harder against her tit, lapping up every drop of her that you can. you're about two seconds from cumming in your pants, and when sevika whispers "wanted this since i first did it to you," you do.

she giggles a bit as you fall apart, but with the way you muffle your grunts and moans against her, she can't get more than a few laughs out before she's moaning and cumming again.

when you pull away to gasp in a breath of air, you almost pass out at how fucking hot sevika looks underneath you.

soaked in her own milk and your drool, her tits aren't quite as plump as they were before, but her nipples are engorged. she's heaving for air, and she's red from her cheeks to her collarbone.

"fuck, sev, look at you."

"you're doing that to me every time i need to pump and dump from now on." she sighs happily, blinking up at you with stars in her eyes.

you snort and kiss her. "you've got yourself a fuckin' deal, baby. now; you wanna do the dishes or clean the couch?"

sevika whines like a child again, and you kiss her just to shut her up.

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[toweroftickles]

Hi (:

What do you think about characters of "Inside out 2"? Do we have some lees here?

Ok I somehow didn't experience the original Inside Out until like 2 weeks ago, and then immediately rushed to theaters for the second one, and I have not been able to stop thinking about it since! Of course the first thing I started daydreaming about was the chaos that would ensue in Brain HQ during tickles. So yes, I've definitely got headcanons. XD

EMOTIONAL * RESPONSES

When Riley Gets Tickled

Joy squees, claps, bounces up and down, the usual. "AAAH Tickle time! Awww, our girl is still so adorable..."

Disgust: "Mm-mm. I hate this. Hate it. Majorly messing with my zen."

Sadness: *confused and a little uncomfortable*

Fear: *open-mouthed and deeply uncomfortable*

Envy gasps and hops up to the screen. "Omigosh omigosh they're touching us. That means they like us and think we're cute, right? Right?!"

Anger: "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?! You want a fight, kid?! I'll give ya a fight! Right up your -"

Anxiety: "Wait! There's a million possible variables in what'll happen if we decide to fight back! Accidentally punching them would be devastating to our network!"

Joy's not paying attention, she's too busy laughing and hammering the serotonin injector.

"I-I got it! Scream! Just holler, really loud!"

"GUHH, get out of the wayyyy; stop hogging this thing! We have to run! Come on!"

Ennui: *exists in French*

*Meanwhile Embarrassment is just spread out like a starfish and rolling his entire girth back and forth across the keyboard.*

When Riley's Tickling Someone Else

Joy takes the wheel here. The others know not to disturb a master plying her craft. She's an expert tickler, so she feeds Riley a whole bushel of fun ideas, and Envy is her eager troublemaker minion.

There is in fact a dedicated "Tickle" command button. The plastic is slightly stuck in the slot because it hasn't been used much.

Anger keeps trying to grab his levers and switches, but Joy usually shoves him to the side with her foot.

*tries to wrest control from Joy and rein her in*

*barfing in the corner somewhere*

When a Tickle Scene Pops Up in a Movie

Joy giggles happily and squirms in her seat, then boops the control panel so that Riley follows suit.

Disgust is a tiny bit antsy...she's not influencing Riley yet but she's on standby in case stuff gets weird.

Embarrassment gingerly taps the console at increasing intervals until Sadness pulls his arm away.

Ennui: Probably watching something else. Or doomscrolling.

When Someone Asks Riley if She's Ticklish

*screams like a little girl*

*hides, bangs head on the desk*

"That is NOT funny!"

"Oh no! What do we do; whaddawedo?! Riley's way too ticklish! What if they tickle us and don't stop for the rest of eternity?! What if they think Riley's laugh is weird and we're socially ostracized and forced to get a job in a fish cannery?!"

“Ew ew ew ew no. Lie. We have to lie right now!” *jumps for the controller*

*Joy grabs Disgust's arm* "Whoa whoa whoa, eeeaasy there. Let's just calm down...this is a fun question; we're having fun..."

Envy: "Ooo, what if they're ticklish and they want us to tickle them?" *already wiggling her fingers in the air*

"But if we misread that signal and make them mad at us, then..."

Ennui: *groans and taps her console app*

Riley, being super casual: “Meh…a little. Not really.”

Suddenly Riley's eyes dilate. Her throat hitches and there's the tiniest bit of pink in her cheeks. Everyone turns their heads to look at -

“EMBARRASSMENT!!! *dry heave* WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

"Ohhhh boy. There it is. We're doomed now."

When They Get Tickled Themselves

Come on, we all know that Joy always draws first blood. (Er...first giggle?) She's such a switchy monster. Tickling is her default method of cheering others up. It's canon. Case closed.

As someone whose default setting repels positivity, Sadness is not ticklish at all, and this actually upsets her.

*silently grabs the tickler by the neck and tosses them out the window*

Nobody protests like Disgust. She gets mad. She slaps. She hurls insults. She runs away. Disgust is both extremely ticklish and extremely touch-averse, so this is Code Red for her.

Fear is the type who doesn’t so much “laugh” as “have a shrieking, spastic outburst and breakdance like Sonic the Hedgehog in a malfunctioning taser-testing facility."

At first, Anxiety is overcome by stressful jitters, miserable and whimpering, and her whole body contracts. After a few moments of tickling, though, she starts to let all that tension out and relaxes into nervous vibrato laughter. It becomes sort of a therapeutic stress release, like her special chair.

It's not exactly the physical sensation of tickle torture that Envy craves, it's the attention. The sound she makes when tickled oscillates between wild, snorty cackles and the dulcet hoots of a baby owl trapped in a pinball machine.

Ennui is dead. No reaction. Her body is a neurological cemetery. ...EXCEPT for her heels and the back of her knees. (And if you thought phone loss made her experience Vietnam flashbacks...)

What do you think Embarrassment does? He plops himself down on the floor and pulls his hoodie so tight around his face that no one can tell if he's laughing or sobbing.

Misc.

As Riley's primary protector, Fear is always scouting ahead for any potentially-tickly environmental hazards, and gently nudges her away from catastrophe ("you forgot your shoes! put them back on before you walk on grass;" "don't lift your arms up around Bree and Grace;" "those massage chairs in the mall are actually full of rusty knives and drug dealers sleep on them;" etc.)

When Riley gets tickled, the emotions don't "feel" it, exactly, but they perceive something of a contact buzz.

These are typically how the reactions go, but they're not universal. If Riley's been in a bad mood, Anger might be more proactive in grabbing the handles. Embarrassment may have more or less of his body mass pancaking the buttons, depending on who's tickling her. (Like...a boy?! Or Val?! Or -) Standard variations like that.

Riley

Riley has an extremely ticklish tummy! That's her spot. (Just the vibe I get; IDK.)

Bree and Grace are really ticklish too, but Riley is the weak link... the member of the trio that the other two team up against. Lots of tickle fights and sneak attacks.

She obviously loves to laugh and goof around with her friends, but probably isn't over-enthused by that last part.

Val

The most popular girl in school, the tough athletic one - her adulating devotees wouldn't think it, but beneath that too-cool exterior, Val is very weak to tickling.

All the other Firehawks know, and like to tease Val by poking her.

She's a good sport about it and takes it like a champ - just yelps and laughs and pushes back. They have fun.

Her big weakness is her feet.

Lance Slashblade

Crop top alert. The abs are asking for it. (Just sayin.')

The thought of being tickled is intolerable to him. Even in this...what should be a moment of joyous camaraderie...he is haunted. Forced to laugh like...like some sort of...clown swordsman?! How could he be so weak...so degraded...so unworthy to carry the holy blade of his ancestors, they whose destinies were written in the stars ere these centuries long past? Will he never be a true warrior, with the strength to stem the tide of encroaching night? It is too painful to think about...the icy whips of humiliation, always ravenous and bitter in their lashes, strike! and cast him into the shadows and okay the joke's over now we're getting long-winded and edgelordery big words drama sparkling vampires and junk

(Also, yes, he Morph-Balls himself.)

[cupiohearts]

AND NOW IM OFF TO THE RACES ?! - pointing out moles with ace, malleus, and vil

( NOT PROOF READ :3)

ACE is obnoxious. he might be your boyfriend but sometimes you feel like decking him in the face sometimes. "hey dont roll your eyes at me!" he says as you switch out of your jacket for the fifth time. you hear his back hit the bed. (it was a very loud screech since your bed is hard as rocks)

"gah!" he brings his body off the bed and deliver a small punch to it "crowley needs to get you a new bed."

"and a new budget" you chime in. sighing as you go through your closet filled with clothes. not like you bought them yourself. it was from kalim, and vil- and just about every other rich student on campus buying you things.

"oh come on! we're gonna be late to riddle's unbirthday party!" he whines as he stares at your back.

"hes not gonna get angry at me. im his favourite now shut up and tell me which looks better!"

you expected him to reply with a sassy comment like he normally does. but youre met with silence. "ace?" you ask as you pause and stare at the ceiling with a raised eyebrow.

after a moment of silence, his voice can be heard in something just slightly above a whisper. "did you know you have a mole on your back? its right-" he gets off the bed. it makes a slight creak as he moves towards you. "here" he finishes.

his finger touching a spot in the middle of your back just a bit to the right. you turn your body around to attempt to look at it.

"i cant see it obviously! my head doesnt spin 360 dummy" you flick his forehead. "now stop looking at my back and focus on the clothes!"

he mimicks your voice in a more high pitched tone before going back to sitting on the bed. "you should show me more of your moles. its like finding shells on beaches."

you were forced to sit down as VIL does your skincare. "i dont think i wanna do this.. im so tired." you complain to your boyfriend.

"close your potato otherwise youll get a mouthful of foam" he commands you while he starts to lather the foam all over your face. you sigh as you close your eyes, feeling the motion of his hands on your face. rubbing in whatever product he was using.

the feeling of his hands circling your cheeks and then back to your forehead and then your chin almost made you fall asleep if it wasnt for the cold water hitting your face.

you opened one eye as you feel his fingers poke at your face. "hm? what the heck why did you poke me!" you say as you open both your eyes and huff at him.

unfortunately he had placed your hands in a covering because he was also putting hand masks on your hands.

he raised an eyebrow at you. geez he was so hot. "i didnt realize you had a mole there prefect" he says as he looks more closely at it. "well yeah- its tiny" you say as you pull your head a bit away from his face. sweating bullets at the sight of the queen himself looking at the mole you had.

"its cute." he simply states before slapping your face with some cream again.

perhaps he thought you didnt realize how his fingers seemed to pay special attention to your mole everytime. whenever he gives you goodbye kisses when the bell rings, he leaves a ring of lipstick around your mole.

he notices it if you cover it up with some makeup or what not. a frown getting on his face as he immediantly swipes at what covers it.

"why did you cover it? its a lovely place for a mole. you shouldnt cover it up. did you know theres a myth that moles appear when our past lover had kissed up before?" he asks you while his eyes were still focused on the mark.

MALLEUS notices your mark when he looks at your foot while you two relax at the lake. he notices it every single day, discreetly (or not) staring at it whenever you go on your rambles about your day or possibly how annoying ace and deuce can get sometimes.

you know he noticed at first because he paused mid conversation to lower his gaze down your foot. it took him a minute or two to snap out of it and stop blanking out on you but the good deed was done.

after that day you decided that his gaze on your foot started to freak you out a bit more so you suggested less water and more shoes rather than sandals.

you didn't think he would notice but while you two hung out in your spot after a week or two. he would start staring down at the spot where he knows where your mole is. he specificallly remembers it and frown.

"child of man take off your shoes"

"tsunotarou we talked about this you cant steal my shoes i only have one pair"

he shakes his head this time. kneeling down at your feet as he slips your slippers off. slipper because you wore them to feel comfortable at night. his hands holding your foot in his hands while your shoe is in your other one.

you gasp and try to take your shoe back from him. your hands no match for his years of experience from doing bits of swordfighting however.

"tsunotarou i need my shoes back! my foot is cold" you whine to him.

"but the dot. you have a beauty mark on your foot"

darn his sad dragon eyes. you wouldve probably hurled a rock at him if he wasnt so naive and confused. you poor poor soul malleus.

"yes i have beauty mark on my foot i have them everywhere on my body tsunotarou. now give me back my shoe" you say with a furrowed eyebrow and a frown etched onto your face huffing.

he lights up at this. the opposite of what you wanted (what you really wanted were those slippers in his hands).

after that day he did give you your slipper back but he started to inspect your body. not as creepy as it seems but whenever he thinks youre distracted he looks everywhere on your body for a darker spot.

god forbid you allow him to do this with free will. sometimes whenever he thinks he hit jackpot on finding a new one, he pulls on your clothes tugging it down or off to look at it without it being obstructed.

youve had very awkward stares about this that you dont wish to describe.

[devotedlykoneshots]

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - HE'S THE BOSS

Genre : 🔞, minors DNI, smut, boss x employee plot, nothing too dirty

Word count: 4158

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You sigh as you work another late night at the museum, it was a good job as far as the pay but the hours were killing you. You were just doing your nightly sweep of the floor, making sure nothing was moved with a clipboard in hand as you checked off another area of the massive venue.

That was until you saw a door open and it was the control room, you cautiously walked towards the room.

"Hello! The museum is closed!"you called out before a figure emerged from the room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You can't be in there, we're closed and the cops are on their way" you tell him, it was a lie.

"Do you know who I am?"he asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Is that supposed to mean something? You need to go home, we're closed"you couldn't believe how dense this person was being and your eyes widened as he let out a humorous laugh.

"W-why are you laughing?"you asked and he walked closer to you, you take a step back once he stands a little too close for your liking.

"Sweetheart, I own this museum"he said which only makes you burst out laughing at his pathetic lie.

"Right and I'm the long lost grandchild of queen Elizabeth, sir- I don't have time for these games"you joke back and he looks rather appalled at you accusing him of being a liar.

"I'm not playing any game"he said , looking as if you personally kicked his dog.

"Prove it"you challenged him and he laughs , this was the most absurd thing he'd have gone through in a long time.

"This is ridiculous"he shakes his head in disbelief, still reeling from the fact that you had no clue who he was.

"All you have to do is leave , the faster you leave the faster I can go home myself. Do you think I wanna be here at this hour at some museum for spoiled rich people? I have better things to do with my time"he had to admit that stung a bit but it was also kinda true.

"I have no reason to lie"he pleads, you were so stubborn but in your defense you thought you had caught a thief in the act and putting him on the spot.

Then again why would someone steal from the museum in a trench coat and no mask? A part of you started to panic the more his lie seemed to unravel to be the truth after all.

"You could be a thief, that's a very good reason to lie"you countered his claim of innocence still, unwilling to believe the man before you.

"Is the security system not working? And what about the backup security system?"he actually seemed a little worried? Well if he was actually the owner that would be understandable but he couldn't possibly be, right?

"How did you know about the backup-"he walked back to the control room and you were quick to follow him , raising a hand to stop him from touching anything but that was until you see he bypassed the security code.

"Backup security system online"he sighed as he heard the Ai voice and turned around, someone didn't turn on the backup security system before they left. He would have to deal with that tomorrow but right now, he was more focused on proving his status to you.

"Believe me now?"he asked as he turned around and you took a step back, your back hitting the wall.

"I- oh my god-"your eyes widened in horror as you realized the terrible mistakes you've been making for the past 20 minutes, you insulted his clients.

"Cat got your tongue?"he grinned and you bit your bottom lip as he takes a step forward, you have no where to go as you feel cornered in such a spacious room.

"You could be a very successful hacker"you blurted out and he raised his eyebrows at you , a laugh bubbling from his throat.

"Are you usually this stubborn?"he asked as he cocks his head to the side, maintaining eye contact.

"Only on special occasions"and he grins at this before straighting himself again.

"I think the words you're looking for is , I'm sorry boss for the inconvenience"he said and you looked down at your feet , shifting from one foot to another.

"I'm sorry boss for the inconvenience"you repeated his words and he takes another step forward, gaining your full attention.

"Louder"he demands and you bite your bottom lip before wetting your chapped lips with your tongue.

"I'm sorry boss-"you apologize again, louder this time.

"I'll take a tour around the venue and dinner on you of course"he smiled, the tables have definitely turned and he'd be so petty to admit that's why he stayed so long. He wanted to see the look on your face as you slowly realized just who it was that you were talking to and now your job laid in his hands.

"Why?"you ask , confused.

"Give me what I ask and you may keep your job that pays you oh so well , I'm sure you have better things to do with your time than search for another job at the moment as you say"not bothering to offer you an explanation, just another demand and rightfully he didn't owe you an explanation.

"I'm just a janitor-"you had no idea how to give a tour.

"Which means you should know every square inch of this establishment, am I correct?"he countered , dominance radiating from him almost making you shrink on the spot.

"Yes, sir"you answer and he's pleased to say the least.

"Good girl, shall we?"he asked and held out his arms , you link your arms together and walk out of the control room.

If anyone saw you right now they would assume you were a couple , if it wasn't for the uniform of course and you gave it your all really. He didn't seem too pleased as he corrected you everytime you would give him the wrong information but he didn't comment on it further.

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"Where are we going to eat?"you asked him and he glanced at you, looking you up and down before focusing back on the road.

"Somewhere of your status"he said and your jaw dropped at the insinuating tone of his voice.

"Did you just call me broke?"you accused him yet again and he shrugged his shoulders this time.

"You said it, not me"he said and you scoffed, looking out of the window and scolding yourself for even thinking he wasn't so bad after all.

"Wow"you muttered, reminded why you have this hatred for celebrities.

"Can't be too broke if you have better things to do than be at work"he eventually says after a moment and you look at him, it was true that you still had money left to do whatever you wanted after paying your bills each month.

"In my defense I didn't know who you were and I'm sorry that's not what i meant"you apologized since he apologized? If that's what you want to call it.

"Oh yes it is but that's alright, no one on the face of this planet would rather be at work than out doing what makes them happy"he laughs before explaining, he was a lot more wise than you thought.

"We work because we have to not because we want to"he reminds you and you're reminded that maybe just maybe he might not be that bad after all.

He pulls up in the drive thru of a  Wendy's and looks over at you expectantly, you sigh and pull out your card as you hand it to him afterwards.

"What do you want to eat?"he asked and you take a deep breath before telling him your order.

"Double cheeseburger meal with added lettuce and cheese, you can also add a chocolate frosty and 2 loaded baked potatoes"you say and he looks at you as if you suddenly grew two heads.

"I also want a sprite"you added before looking at him , your eyebrows furrowed and he chuckles as he writes it down.

"Don't judge me"you defend yourself as you fold your arms, he shakes his head with a snort.

"I'm not I just- I'm not used to women eating so much in public my field"he explains and it makes sense , a lot of celebrities worry about their perfect image and often promote bad diets to younger people.

"I love food"you said , blurting out the first thing that comes to your mind.

"Me too"he agrees with you and both of you fall silent , he hands the cashier his own card and your jaw drops for the third time tonight.

"But-"you point a finger at him accusingly.

"What kind of man would I be if I actually let you pay but nice to see that you're trustworthy"he speaks and grabs his card from the cashier, pulling up to the next window to grab the food.

"You didn't have to do that"you tell him and he looks over at you.

"Too late"he shrugs and grabs the food, handing the food to you, pulling out of the drive thru and back onto the road.

"You never told me your name"you tell him and he glanced at you.

"That was intentional"he said and you snort.

"I thought you were quite upset that I didn't know who you were"you accused him and he laughs this time.

"Not upset just confused, this doesn't happen everyday"he gestured between the both of you and you nod your head in agreement.

"Then tell me your name"you insisted and he chuckles, you were a persistent little one.

"I will.... eventually, maybe once the night is over"he said and you looked at him in shock, the night wasn't over quite yet.

"You know some of us actually have to work tomorrow, I'm that someone"you tell him and he looks over at you before pulling into an abandoned parking lot , turning off the car and looking at you again.

"Take the day off"he says as if that was the most simplest thing in the world.

"I can't , I have bills that need to be paid"you tell him and you quite liked being able to spoil yourself after completing your adult duties.

"Then consider them paid"he said and your jaw dropped again.

"You can't be serious"yeah this definitely doesn't happen everyday.

"Are you saying no to free money?"he asked with a laugh and you run your fingers through your hair.

"I mean no but you don't have to do that"you tell him and he raises his eyebrows at you once again.

"Paying your rent so you can take a day off? Consider it a token of my gratitude for the tour"he said and you laughed , shaking your head.

"I had absolutely no idea what I was doing"you told him and he leaned his head on his seat as he stared at you , amusement evident on his face.

"Okay dinner then"he offered and you shook your head again.

"You just paid for dinner"you told him and he snorts at that.

"Okay then for keeping me entertained"he said and you bit your bottom lip.

"That was unintentional"you told and he laughs, grabbing the bag of food and giving you your meal for the night.

"I should probably take you home, you're probably exhausted"he said and you nodded, that part you couldn't deny.

"My car is still at the museum"you stressed and cover your face, he rests a hand on your shoulder with a gentle squeeze.

"I'll have someone come and drop it off tomorrow"he said and you looked over at him before reluctantly keying in your address in his gps system.

That's how you ended up in your current situation, your back pressed against the wall and very much so giving you deja Vu because after you made it to your apartment you turned around to stare at each other again.

"Have a good-"you didn't even notice you cut him off at first.

"Do you wanna come in?"you instantly blushed and he steps inside of your apartment, watching as you removed your shoes and put away your access card from work.

"Do you want something to drink? I have some alcohol"you offered him as he hung up his coat , his footsteps following you after he removed his shoes as well.

"Like what?"he asked and you looked through your cabinet, he tried so hard not to stare at your ass but he was still a man after all.

"Bourbon"you pulled out a bottle and he smiled at that, walking over to you and taking the bottle from you.

"I'll take a glass"he said and you immediately grabbed two wine glasses , he immediately pours you both a glass but he doesn't fill it up completely.

"Why a museum? I mean you still look very young I guess that's why I didn't believe you when you told me you owned the museum"you told him and he laughed softly, a stark contrast to his laugh from earlier.

"My mom was a collector, she loved antiques and preserving ancient things and when she passed my father built the museum to honor her"he explained after drowning his glass and rounding the island in your kitchen.

"I'm sorry"you said sadly, you felt for him and his father truly.

"Don't be , I think she's proud and smiling down on us everyday"he tells you as he sits his glass down in the sink.

"Any mother would be"you told him sincerely.

"I guess you're right"he chuckles and stares at you for a moment, his next question leaving his mouth before he could stop himself.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"you bite your bottom lip before shaking your head.

"No, it's either a hit or miss with most men these days"you answer him and he steps closer to you.

"I'm guessing it's been mostly misses in the past"he said and you nodded, taking another sip of your bourbon.

"You would be correct, what about you? No wife? No girlfriend?"you asked and he shakes his head as well.

"No, I have to be extra careful who I spend my time with because of my status and most times have been misses for me too"he explained, you never really thought about it like that. How celebrities put themselves at risk every time they interact with someone.

"Lucky us"you said and he grabs your glass from your hand , setting it on the counter next to the sink as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"I'm going to be very blunt here and what you do with this information is your choice"he states and a part of you is panicking, a part of you is anticipating what he could possibly have to say.

"Uh....Okay"you give him the green light to confess.

"I want you , right here and right now"he said and your eyes widened, certainly not expecting that.

"You want me?"you asked dumbly, maybe you were interpreting things wrong because why on earth would someone like him want someone like you.

"Yes, Ms y/n" he confirmed what you already knew, your back pressed against the wall in the kitchen.

"You're my boss"you said and he cages you in with his arms, you bite your bottom lip again.

"You're off the clock"he counters.

"I also have work tomorrow"you said and he brings his hand to your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he tilts your head up to stare at you better.

"I can think of a few ways to make you call out"he said and you blush again, looking away and biting your bottom lip.

"Kiss me"you say after a moment of silence, the both of you knew you would end up here the moment you invited him inside and now that you were here there was no going back.

His lips waste no time at all to connect with your lips and you drink him in completely, your lips and tongues tangled in a battle.

You lick into his mouth and he sucks on your tongue, his hands slide down and find their purchase on your ass, squeezing your flesh through the material of your work pants.

You moan onto his mouth and pull him closer by his shirt, he pulls away from your lips for some sir and slips his hands inside of your pants. He pushes the material over your ass before grabbing at your flesh again.

His lips leave your own and travels to your neck, licking and sucking on the skin there as he leaves a mark behind before he's pushing your underwear and pants down.

You step out of the sticky material and run your fingers through his hair, earning a groan from him at the tug as a smile takes over your face.

You kick your clothes to the side and tug on his shirt, slipping your hands underneath the nice material and feeling the smooth and defined skin underneath before you pull back to look at him.

"Take it off"is all you say as he kisses you again and he groans softly, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head and you bite your bottom lip at what you see.

Abs. So nice.

You don't hesitate to kiss and lick at his beautiful torso as you sink down onto your knees, licking and kissing his v-line.

"Come here"he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you up, kissing your lips again and lifting you up into his arms easily.

"Show off"you smiled against his lips and he laughs, sitting you on the counter as you use your fingers to work on getting him out of his jeans and underwear.

"Does this mean you're taking off of work tomorrow?"he asks once again and you bite your bottom lip.

"I can be persuaded"you tell him and he kisses your lips again, pushing his pants to the floor and stepping out of them.

"I can't wait anymore, I need to taste you"he said and pushes you down on your back , lifting your hips and licking your pussy softly.

A gasp leaves your lips as he hums softly and sucks your clit into his mouth, your back arching as you moan out loud and grip his hair.

"Fuck- why is your tongue so soft"you whimper as he sucks on your clit, your hips bucking against his mouth as you roll your hips.

"Feels good?"he asked with a grin and you look down at him with a lazy smile.

"So good"you bite your bottom lip and he blows air on your clit before sucking it back into his mouth, sucking harder and flicking his tongue faster.

He shows no mercy on you as his hands hold you still while his mouth works on you, you're unable to keep quiet and he certainly didn't want you to regardless.

The slap to your pussy each time you try to cover your mouth or bite your bottom lip was enough proof of that and judging by your heavy breaths he could tell you were close.

His eyes watch as your jaw hangs open and countless moans, whimpers and cries leave your lips.

"Gonna cum"you warned him and he pulls away much to your disappointment, pulling you off of the counter before he pulls out his cock from his boxers and turns you around.

He covers your mouth as he enters your pussy from behind slowly and your eyes roll to the back of your head, he starts off slowly thrusting into you.

You knew he had to have a nice cock and you were right, his cock was so nice. All of him was nice.

"You're so big"you whimper as soon as he removes his hand and he kisses your lips, pulling off your shirt and bra.

He grabs both of your arms as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts, hitting all the right spots and making your back arch as you moan loudly.

He uses a hand to cover your mouth and the other is placed over your tummy, he bites his bottom lip harshly at the way your pussy keeps sucking him right back in.

He pushes you forward against the counter and places a hand at your lower back , you hold onto the counter as he holds onto both of your hips and pulls you back onto his cock to match his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum already"your knuckles turning white from your grip on the counter as you squirm in his grasp from the force of his thrusts, it was almost as if he was trying to make sure you would be in no condition to go to work tomorrow.

"Cum on my cock angel"you gasp as a hand slides between your legs to rub circles on your clit, giving that extra stimulation that has your body curling in on itself as you cum.

Your body continues to twitch as he catches you before you could fall forward against the counter, pulling you back against his chest before guiding you towards your room slowly.

He brushes your hair away from your face once you're settled onto your bed, your hand wraps around his cock and you start to stroke his length.

"You're not tired yet?"he asked with a chuckle, bucking his hips into your hand and you kiss his lips for what felt like the tenth time tonight.

"I want you to cum too"you tell him and stroke his cock, moving slowly as you straddle his lap and line his tip up to your entrance.

You sink down on his cock slowly as your jaw drops once again but this time it was because of how deep he was.

"Holy shit"you take a deep breath and hide your face in his neck , he rubs your back soothingly and without a second thought he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts into you quickly.

"Ah!"you scream and hide your face in his neck, gripping the sheets beneath his head tightly.

"I know, fuck- you can take it , you're such a good girl"he whispers into your ear and kisses your lips again, you kick your feet as he grabs your hips and helps you bounce your ass on his cock.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and your muffled cries fill the room, you pull back and sit up on his lap as he continues to drive his cock into you.

"Fuck-!"you lift off his cock as you cum but he pulls you right back down , kissing your lips and thrusting into you again as he rolls you over onto your side.

"You staying home tomorrow?"he asked you again and you grip his hair tightly, overstimulation kicking in and you nodded.

"Yes, fuck- whatever you want"it was as if that was the magic word because he immediately pulls out of your spent pussy and strokes his cock, a deep mean leaving his lips as he runs his tip through your folds and painting your flesh with his cum.

His lips are back on yours as you both kiss back lazily, he pulls your body into his side and silence engulfs you both.

"Are you going to tell me your name now?"you asked him and he chuckles, you pull back enough to look at his face.

"Seungcheol"he finally tells you and you smile at him, kissing his lips once again and he cups your cheeks.

"I think I might be addicted to you now"his voice cuts through the silence and you bite your bottom lip.

"You're my boss, we shouldn't be doing this"you trace shapes on his chest as guilt rushes through your body, the gravity of the situation just now hitting you.

You just had sex with your boss.

"I'm the boss remember, I make the rules and the first rule is kiss me"his thumb strokes your cheek and you smile, shaking your head.

"Right now"he nods and pulls you down for another kiss, tongues clashing once again.

The night was still young and whether you knew it or not seungcheol still had a few more rounds left in him for the night.

It's not like you would be going to work in the morning regardless, he has you all to himself for the next 24 hours.

[seospicybin]

ON THE ROAD.

PART II

Bangchan, Han & Jeongin x reader. (s,f,a)

Chapters: Part I

Synopsis: A group of friends going on a road trip that, little did they know, will change their lives forever. (12,1k words)

ON THE ROAD PLAYLIST

Author's note: Sorry for the late post. Hope you enjoy this one too x

For a split second, you think, oh, this is it, this will be the last moment in your life as the car spins out of control then bam!

There's a moment of silence as everyone tries to comprehend what just happened until they know for sure that they're still breathing well and alive.

The first thing that Chan does the second he comes to his senses is check on everyone with a raspy voice tinted with concerns.

"Is everyone okay?"

Han helps Jinnie lift the cooler box that hits his foot, "We're okay, yeah," he answers for both himself and Jinnie.

"Can someone please check on my sister!" He pleads while lowly groaning in pain.

Han scrambles on his seat to look at you, "Are you—"

"I'm okay," you answer as you sit back and hold the side of your head from bumping into the headrest in front of you.

"Oh, thank God!" He breathlessly sighs.

Chan checks the one sitting next to him, he puts his hand on his shoulder and finds Jeongin with his hand pressed to his forehead.

"My head hits the window but I'm okay," he assures him.

Chan is pretty shaken after the accident, but luckily it's a minor one and the most important thing is everyone is fine. The concerns should be on Chan as Jeongin notices there's blood on his chin.

"Your chin," Jeongin points out.

It only occurs to him that he feels a stinging pain under his chin, he uses the back of his hand to touch it but Jeongin is quick to stop him.

"It's bleeding," he says, pulling a tissue from the box and gently, pressing it to his bleeding chin.

So what happens to the car is that one of the front tires hits a rock and it's slashed the whole thing until the rubber is completely torn, there's nothing anyone can do in this situation but call the road assistance to get it fixed.

Although they're all rattled, the car accident could have been much more dangerous than it was, and they are all extremely grateful for that.

"They'll be here in an hour," Chan informs as soon as he gets off the phone.

Jinnie comes up to him, gently grabs his hand, and makes him sit in the car, "Let's take care of your chin first," she says.

"I'm okay," he says to her yet he keeps his hand away from his chin.

Jinnie ignores her and gets to the back of the car to retrieve the first-aid kit. She returns a while later with it and turns the flashlight on her phone.

"Hold it for me," she hands the phone to Chan.

Chan obeys her, steadily holding it so Jinnie can start tending to his wound.

"It looks like you hit the steering wheel so hard it tears the skin," Jinnie says as she dabs ointment with so much carefulness.

"Is it that bad?" Chan asks, hissing as the ointment seeps into the wound.

"Well, you don't need stitches so that's a good thing," Jinnie says, tearing open a band-aid and then covering Chan's wound with it.

The constant sighs tell Jinnie that Chan feels guilty, he must be feeling that he caused all of this and being hard on himself about it. She checks the band-aid one more time and keeps her hand there, cupping his jaw.

"Hey, look at me!" She soft mutters.

Chan licks his lips and does what she says, looking at her and the orbs in her eyes.

"It's okay. Everyone is safe and you're safe, it's okay," she assures him.

The hand pressed to his cheek offers warmth and comfort, Chan feels it's useless now to worry about things that have happened. What matters is everyone is safe, including him and he should be thankful for that.

He puts his hand on hers and smiles at her for offering him comfort without him asking for it first and most of all, being a good friend she is.

"Thank you, Jinnie," he sincerely.

She lets out a shy chuckle and rushes to put everything back into the first-aid kit, "No need to thank me for that."

"Ahem..." you clear your throat and do it in exaggeration, knowing that you're interrupting a tender moment.

Jinnie turns on her feet to see you there, "Hey, are you hurt?"

"No, just want to check if there's a can of soda left in the cooler box?" You ask.

"I'll get it," Chan drags the box and rummages inside without looking.

A second later, he manages to take out a can, "It's the only one left."

"Thanks," you quickly mutter, taking it from him.

"I'll leave you to whatever it is you guys are doing," you add, getting a glare from Chan for that.

Carrying the can of soda with you, you make your way to Jeongin who sits on the grass on the side of the road. He's been rubbing his forehead since the accident and maybe a cold can of soda will help with the bump.

"Found the last can of soda in the cooler," you say, holding it out to him.

Jeongin looks at it in confusion but takes it from your hand nonetheless, "Thanks."

"I hope it helps for the bump on your forehead," you add, then sit on the grass next to him.

"Oh?" He seems to be surprised that the soda has another purpose, he holds it sideways and presses it onto the bump on his forehead.

"Is it still cold?"

"Not really."

Here comes the hesitation again. You want to say so many things to him but at the same, you feel like it's better to stay quiet and wait for him to start the conversation.

Someone joins in and takes the space next to you, Han with his pack of chocolate cones, "Do you want some?" He offers.

"I'm good. Thanks," you kindly refuse.

The road is rather empty, so far, only four cars have passed by since the accident and there are no buildings or houses in sight, nothing but trees and a field of grass.

Noticing that you're hugging yourself, Han quickly takes his jacket off and drapes it around your shoulders.

"Don't catch a cold," he says with slight concern, "We're going to see The Hare tomorrow, remember?"

You lowly chuckle at that and nod, "That's true."

Han leans back and props both hands behind him, head tilting up to see the night sky with the moon shining so brightly like one giant light bulb.

"Is it just me or does the adrenaline make you hungry too?" He sighs.

The road assistance came a little later than promised in the phone call, and they insisted on towing the car to the nearest car shop to fix it. As the mature figure in the group, Chan consults about the vehicle with the mechanic and he looks a bit displeased when he comes to face everyone.

"So guys there's bad news and good news," Chan announces.

"Does it matter? For all I know the good news might be a lie," Han jokingly answers.

Sadly, everyone is too tired to laugh at that and leaves the decision to Chan again.

"Bad news is the car can't be fixed until next morning," he informs.

"But that won't be a problem, right? Do we still have enough time to drive to the gig?" Han asks with a changed tone knowing that his possibility to see The Hare depends on this.

"Thankfully, yes," Chan answers.

"Then that's not bad news," Han says with a sigh.

"Okay, maybe I mixed that up with the actual bad news," Chan says, he seems to hesitate to continue talking.

"Just spill it, God! Christopher!" You impatiently say to him, not in the mood for suspense.

"I know that I said I booked us a hotel but based on circumstances, it seems like we have to sleep someplace else," he finally announces.

"That's not bad news!" Han protests again.

"The owner knows a cabin we can rent for the night and he offers to give us a lift there," Chan adds.

"See? That's not bad news after all!" Han comments again.

Everyone has to carry their belongings since the car will stay in the shop until tomorrow and turns out, that the bed & breakfast is located not far from the shop.

Seeing a diner across the street, Han's eyes light up and he grabs Chan by the sleeve of his t-shirt, "Can we grab a quick meal? I'm so hungry."

"Han, I think everyone is tired," Chan says while taking his bag out of the trunk.

"To be honest, I'm also hungry," you say, then adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

Chan looks at you and then at Jinnie to seek her opinion, "I'm kind of hungry too," Jinnie says.

A grin blooms on Han's face knowing that Jeongin has no choice but to go with the majority, he can taste victory on his tongue even before Jeongin shrugs in defeat.

It's not even a restaurant, it's a karaoke bar and they're lucky that the kitchen is still open when they walk in. Everyone orders a meal right away and sits in one of the largest sitting available in the room.

"I shouldn't be eating this late..." Chan sighs as he sits next to you.

"Oh, my God! Your abs won't go anywhere!" You tell him with a sassy eye roll.

Yet Chan is the one who enjoys his dinner the most, he even blatantly steals some of your fries and you let them have it. You start to think that maybe it's right, the adrenaline rush from the accident caused everyone to get hungry after.

A pint of cold beer is something you don't know you needed and it feels so rewarding to have it after such a long, fulfilling day.

"We'll leave after we finish this round," Chan tells everyone.

Han who just came back from the bathroom, stopped by the table to gulp his beer, he looks like he's in a rush to do something.

"Finish your beer quick!" Chan says to him.

"We're leaving already?" Han asks with his round eyes widening.

"Why? You have something else to do?"

He wipes his hands down his jeans, "Yeah, I just signed up for a karaoke?"

"What?" Chan gasps in disbelief.

The stage lights up and someone gets to the mic, "We're having someone here who wants to sing a song for all of you," the man announces being greeted by a faint applause.

"Han! We need to leave," Chan scolds him.

Han finishes his beer and then takes a step back from the table, "I swear, it's just one song!"

"No. Get back here!" Chan scolds him more.

It's too late to stop him as the intro of the song starts to play and Han walks backward, his hands may have raised in defeat but a triumphant grin plastered to his face.

Once Han gets ahold of the mic, he looks at you and says, "Please wish me luck!"

You laugh and cup your hands around your mouth to shout, "Good luck!"

You must admit that Han looks good standing there and sings a rock song that suits his voice well, but what makes him stand out is his confidence as he carries the song, making it sound like it's his own.

"You're just like an angel. Your skin makes me cry..." Han sings directly to you and you get flustered at how he smiles at you after.

"But I'm a creep..." Han croons.

"Hannie is a creep," Jeongin chants after with hands in the air.

"I'm a weirdo..."

"Hannie is a weirdo," both Chan and Jeongin chant this time then burst into laughter.

Han is unbothered, he keeps on singing and carries the tune perfectly until the music fades out and eventually ends it with a rasp, low singing.

Despite them making fun of him in the middle of his singing, everyone gets to their feet and gives Han a big round of applause for his singing.

Han brightly smiles, teeth and gum and all, then he brings his mouth close to the mic as the intro of the next song plays.

"Chris, I lied. It's not just one song," Han admits with a stupid grin on his face.

Chan punches the air and exclaims, "I knew it!"

And despite the unpleasant incident that happened earlier, the day ended on a good note.

-

Everyone wakes up at noon the next day.

With no time to spare, Chan and Jeongin collect the car from the shop and pick up everyone afterward.

Breakfast and lunch become one and it's one hell of a chaos in the car as everyone eats and drinks. You open the wrapper before feeding it to Chan so he can take a bite of his chicken sandwich.

"Here, big brother," you say, using this as a chance to coddle him like a child.

As expected, he bites almost half of it in one bite and chews on it heartily while keeping both hands on the steering wheel.

"Fries!" He demands, opening his mouth so you can feed it to him.

You start to regret feeding him. You should know that as a brother, he knows to take advantage of the opportunity. You grab a few fries and shove them into his mouth.

"Mmh..." he hums in delight while you roll your eyes at him, annoyed.

"Drink!" He requests next.

"It's right next to your hand," you sneer, pointing to his drink sitting inside the cup holder.

You keep feeding him until there's nothing left but the food wrapper and as a good sister, you make sure he has nothing around his mouth by wiping it with a napkin.

Chan glances away for a second to grin at you, "Thank you, baby sist," he says in a sing-song tone.

From the back, you hear Han saying, "That should have been me."

"Keep dreaming!" Chan says while looking at Han through the rearview mirror.

You throw the trash into the plastic bag and dust off the crumbs on your lap, then reward yourself with a cup of dessert even though the ice cream is melted.

The day turns into a shade dimmer as it enters the afternoon hours, the road is somehow crowded and that's probably because you're not the only one heading to the secret gig. Seeing a big truck driving next to the car, an idea comes to mind.

"I heard that no one asks trucks to honk their horn anymore," you mutter at Chan.

"Why don't you try?" Chan says without looking at you.

Taking that as a challenge, you roll down your window and wave your hand to get the attention of the driver. After a while, he looks at you and you hurriedly make a gesture of pulling a lever with your hand to him. You doubt he'll do what you asked him but a second later, he honks the horn and it startles Han in the back.

"Whoa!" He shrieks in shock.

You and Chan look back at each other and burst out laughing at the same time. You give a thumbs-up to the truck driver as a thank-you and he honks one more time in response, sending Han startles on his seat again.

-

The secret gig seems to be not that secret with how many people come.

The venue is an outdoor amphitheater and half of it is already occupied with people. Chan and Jinnie are away to get drinks for everyone and the rest are waiting inside, sitting on the lower tribune.

Using Chan's absence as an opportunity to take another shoot at you, Han fixes his hair and puts on a smile for you before tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

In a second, you turn your head to the side at him, "Yes?"

"Have I told you you look beautiful today?" He asks.

"Thank you, Han," you say with a low chuckle and grip the edge of your seat, "You look great as well."

He cutely tilts his head to the side, "Yeah?"

Your eyes shift to his hair, noticing that he styled it differently today, and say, "Yeah, I like it when your hair is slightly tousled like that."

The smile on Han's face grows wider and brighter after hearing your flattering words.

"Does it make me look cool?"

"Yeah. It gives you that cool edge," you comment.

Han is already confident as he is but you make him feel like he can walk on water too. Everything becomes possible to him now, including getting to date his best friend's sister.

"I want to ask you something," he mutters to you, keeping the conversation low so Jeongin can't hear it.

You remove the strand of hair caught between your lips, "Okay. I'm listening."

"If Chan can call you baby sist– wait, I mean, he obviously can because he's your brother," he dillydally his way to the point and he knows if he keeps going, he'll turn into a blabbering mess.

"But since you're not my sister can I just call you... baby?" He finally asks with his hands balled into fists on his lap.

"You ask if you can call me baby?" You rephrase his question to confirm if you hear him right.

He nods and quietly gulps air.

You keep the side of your hair as the wind keeps making it a mess and pin it down to your shoulder.

"Sure. Why not?" You answer with a smile.

Han is aware that it doesn't mean that the two of you are officially dating but he's getting close to that, much closer and he holds the urge to not punch the air in triumph.

"Okay, yeah, baby," he says while awkwardly wiping his hands on his jeans and a foolish grin that plastered to his face.

The gig hasn't started yet but Han can already tell that it's going to be a good night.

-

It's called a secret gig for something as the band shared their unreleased tracks with the crowd that gathered under the starry night sky in an open amphitheater.

Chan is happy to be a part of it but not as happy as seeing his friends are there too and looking as happy, sharing this fond memory.

A hand linked around his arm and Chan turns his head to the side, seeing Jinnie smile at him.

"Oh, I'm so glad we came here!" Jinnie exclaims with a smile that shines brighter than the full moon in the middle of July.

He may be in the middle of a crowd but whenever Jinnie holds him, it suddenly feels like there are just two of them in this space and it's special.

Chan realizes that if he wants to make this even more special, he should tell her about his feelings and how he's been thinking of her more than just a friend.

The fireworks that go off in the sky light up the night, painting the dark of the night with bright, vibrant colors that dazzle all the eyes that witness it.

Next to him, Jeongin elbows Chan on the side and whispers, "It's a great time to tell her how you feel," he says.

Chan is stunned for a moment because it seems like Jeongin read through his mind. He considers his suggestion and it's at the tip of his tongue, begging to be uttered into spoken words.

"Jinnie?"

With a scintillating smile and sparkling eyes, she looks at him, "Yes?"

He muster up the courage to say all the things he's been hiding from her and tells himself it's time. He opens his mouth and says, "I want to say—"

More fireworks are setting off in the sky and the explosive sounds are so loud that he can't almost hear the song the band is playing at the moment.

When it finally quiets down, Jeongin sighs and lowly mutters, "Welp. There goes your chance..."

Chan might have missed his chance to utter his feelings but the night is still young and who knows? He may get a better chance as the night goes on.

-

Everyone is buzzing after the gig ends, smiling and laughing. Everyone is in an exceptionally good mood, everyone is high on dopamine.

On the way to the parking lot, Chan walks side-by-side with Jinnie, talking about the gig meanwhile Han tries to match his pace with you.

"Wait for me, baby!" He says to you.

You stop walking and chuckle at that, you hold out your hand at him, "Okay. Come here!"

He smiles back at you and then confidently puts his arm around your shoulders, "The new songs sound so good, don't you think?"

"Yeah. I like the uh... I forgot."

"Was it the second song?"

"Yes."

"I like that one too."

As for Jeongin, he's trailing behind his friends and watching them all from the back, feeling genuinely happy that everyone is just as happy.

The drive home feels like a float ride through the clouds. All windows are rolled down, letting the breezy summer air fill the car and making everyone feel like they're flying through the night sky as the car glides through the streets.

Arrived back at the rented cabin, everyone steps back into reality by putting their feet back on the ground but that doesn't make them less content. If anything, it feels like they have completed a rewarding, fulfilling day, one that they'll remember for life.

Except for Chan, he has one thing to do to fully define his day.

While everyone else heads straight into the cabin, Chan places his hand on the small of Jinnie's back, making her stop on her track and look at her.

"Do you want to hang out with me for a bit?"

Jinnie doesn't even think for a moment but says yes to his invitation, "I'm too excited to sleep anyway," she says.

There's a creek not far from the cabin and at this hour, it's so quiet that he can hear the faint sound of the water streaming down the river from the front porch.

"Guess what?" Jinnie asks.

"What?"

"It's just us two again," she answers.

For this time, they're alone because that's how it's supposed to be but Chan smiles at that nonetheless.

"We're like the parents," she says with a soft chuckle, "The others are sleeping and we're the only ones still awake."

This isn't the first occurrence, Chan feels like a father the whole road trip and Jinnie is always there to take some load off his shoulders like a dependable partner. This is one of the reasons why he's so sure that he finds a match in her.

"Anyway..." Jinnie continues as she rubs her hands together in front of her, "Thank you for this road trip. I'll treasure this for life."

It's good that Jinnie keeps talking because Chan still needs another moment to prepare himself for the big question. He turns his head to find Jinnie lets out a pleasant sigh then smiles at him.

One look at her eyes and Chan gets the conviction he needs, he swallows air, then gazes into Jinnie's eyes.

"Jinnie?" He softly calls her name.

Jinnie holds his gaze and says, "Yes?"

-

It's been a long night and physically, you're tired but mentally? You feel like you're still in that amphitheater with the other hundreds or so people, singing and cheering, having the times of your life.

In other words, you're overflowed with excitement to lay still and sleep.

There's only one bedroom in the cabin so the boys have been sleeping in the middle room, on the pull-out couch and sleeping bags. You come out of your bedroom and find Jeongin is still awake, in contrast to Han who seems to be deep in slumber from how loudly he snores.

"Hey," you lowly greet.

Jeongin looks like he's deep in thought when you come, his head snaps in your direction, and smiles when he realizes it's you.

"Hey," he greets back.

You hug yourself to shield yourself from the cool night air and join him in the kitchen, "Can't sleep?"

"Can't sleep when you're sleeping next to a drilling machine," he playfully answers with his head making a gesture at Han.

You softly laugh and rummage through the plastic bag to find anything to snack on, you find a can of lukewarm pineapple juice instead which you believe belongs to Chan.

"Where's Chris?"

Jeongin's head gestures the other way, to where he's looking out through the window, "He's outside," he answers.

Ah, that's why Jeongin is sitting on the window sill, he's eavesdropping on their conversation and no, you're not going to judge him for it because you walk up to him to do the same thing.

Through the window, you see Chan and Jinnie sitting next to each other on the steps of the front porch with the moon and stars shining down on them.

"Did he uhm... make a move yet?" You ask, lowering your voice so your presence remains hidden behind the window glass.

"Barely," Jeongin whispers since you're standing close to him.

You quietly sip your juice and hold it in both hands, unconsciously feeling nervous for him but at the same time, you know he can handle it. He's your big brother, after all, a reliable and trustworthy one.

"Grow some balls, Chris," you mutter, hoping that it'll telepathically deliver the message to him.

-

The night is getting late and Chan knows that time is running out.

There's no other way of doing it but by trying to fathom his thoughts and feelings into words and he'll try his best at doing it.

"Have you realized that when there's just the two of us we feel like we're more than just friends, because I do," Chan starts.

Jinnie's eyes falter a little but he guesses it must be from the shock that comes from hearing his confession.

"Years of friendship and one day, this new feeling appears that I know for sure is not something a friend feels to another friend and..." he pauses to draw a breath to not let him tremble in between words, "I don't know how to utter it because I don't want to lose you as a friend."

Chan can no longer read Jinnie's expression, her shock is mixed with something else but in her eyes, he can see that she's looking confused. She's not the only one, Chan has been confused by what he's feeling for so long.

"I miss you and I think of you when you're not around. There's not a day when I don't" Chan shares while bravely staring into Jinnie's eyes, "And tonight, in this lovely, starry night, I'm not confused anymore."

He licks his lips and finishes his sentence with the one question that begs to be cast out of his mouth.

"I like you, Jinnie, I like you so much."

It only makes sense if Chan gives her a moment to process so he gives her exactly that, he lets the words hang in the air between him and her, lets her catch it when she's ready.

Jinnie blankly stares at him then looks down at her palms, she puts a thin smile at him and says, "Thank you for telling me that, Chris."

However, Jinnie suddenly plants her face in both hands and cries.

It seems like she's not yet ready to answer so Chan smiles back and gently places his hand on her wrist, "You don't have to say—"

His first thought is that his confession makes her uncomfortable, he immediately puts his arm around her and tenderly rubs her back.

After a while, Jinnie lifts her head and he can see the tears rolling down her cheeks, glistening under the pale moonlight.

"I do have feelings for someone," she says between her sniffles.

His gut feeling says that he's not going to like what he's going to hear next but he keeps his head high and listen to the rest of Jinnie's sentence.

"I've been hiding my feelings for someone. I'm sorry," she apologizes again with fresh tears coming out of the corner of her eyes.

"But it's not you," Jinnie continues.

All the life seems to be drained out of Chan the second he hears Jinnie's confession and he's sitting there, skin and bones, a mere vessel. He can't even look at her anymore without hearing the sound of his heart breaking and shattering inside his chest.

"It's not you that I have feelings for," Jinnie says, hammering another nail that goes right into his heart.

"It's Han."

There goes another nail that goes deeper into his heart but instead of pain, Chan feels nothing and he doesn't want anything, anything but nothing.

"I have feelings for Han," she mentions the name with her glassy eyes reflecting the longing in it.

The picture may not be the one Chan hopes to see but once the pieces come together, it becomes clear to him that he's the one who's been missing the clues. Chan is so busy looking at Jinnie that he doesn't notice where her eyes are looking.

It makes him realize one thing: He may have been there for Jinnie all along but her heart is nowhere close to him.

-

The breath caught in your throat as you waited for Jinnie to answer Chan's question.

You hold the urge to chant "Say yes, say yes, say yes," so Jinnie can just go ahead and accept Chan's feelings and everyone can celebrate.

It's looking hopeful until you see Jinnie cry into her hands and what follows is devastating to hear.

"But it's not you."

You hear her say and all sorts of hopeful wishes vanish into thin air. But that's not even the worst part of it all.

"It's Han. I have feelings for Han."

It comes as a shock, not only to you but also to Jeongin. But you can't imagine what it feels like to be Chan, having to hear that his longtime crush likes someone else and not just someone, but his own best friend.

"I'm sorry, Chris," Jinnie cries, burying her face into Chan's neck.

"It's okay," he meekly says to her as he puts his arm around her.

Even with his heart obliterated, Chan still chooses to be kind. He wraps his arm around Jinnie and holds her close. You can't even tell whose heart is breaking and who's trying to console who.

That has been Chan's problem: He has a kind heart and a kind heart is prone to heartbreak.

Oh, your heart aches so much that you can't watch anymore, you close your eyes like it would make it disappear and instead, you feel hot tears start streaming down your face.

Jeongin gently grabs your elbow and pulls you into his arms, shielding you from whatever it is that makes you feel sad. Are you crying for your brother or the fact that Jinnie likes Han? He doesn't know but he hopes his warm embrace is enough to console you.

Out of everything that happens, no one notices that Han stopped snoring a while ago.

-

The silence that lingers in the cabin is deafening. Everyone is lying in their space but it's unclear if anyone is sleeping.

It's not her fault that she doesn't have the heart to love your brother back but as she's lying on the bed with you, you can't look at her without thinking of her as the girl who broke your brother's heart.

Through the window, you see the sun show the slightest sign that it's going to come out soon. You get up from the bed and quietly make your way out of the room.

As expected, Chan is not where you thought he was. He's not on the front porch so you try to find him in the back, going out through the kitchen door and that's where he is, sitting by himself on the wooden steps. You walk up to him and then gently place your hand on his shoulder to not startle him.

Chan seems surprised but kind of expects that it's you, he scoots to the side to make space for you to sit.

"What are you doing out? It's cold," you say, standing on the steps instead of sitting.

"Can't sleep," he simply answers.

If you were him, you wouldn't be able to sleep too. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know that he's not okay. However, it feels wrong to talk about it right away.

Besides, the sun is about to rise and it's only fair that you give this moment to the sun that's about to reveal herself and claim the day.

"Want to take a walk?"

He draws a long breath and then lets it out, "Yes."

The two of you follow the path that takes you to the creek and sit on a boulder together, enjoying the warm rays of the sun that slowly climbs its way high to the sky. You link your arm with him and slowly, you rest your head on his shoulder and let the silence settle in one more time.

"Hey, do you want to know something?" You ask out of the blue.

"What?" Chan asks back.

"Why I don't want you to call me baby sist anymore?"

He hisses with a grimace on his face, "No. I actually don't want to know."

You pull your head away from his shoulder and pout, "Okay. Fine."

Chan pulls you by the arm, not letting you get away from him, "Baby sist, please, tell me why?" He teases you.

You look at him and smile before answering him, "Because I'm not a baby anymore."

"That's disappointing," Chan sighs, disappointed by your answer.

"That's the main point. I'm a grown woman now."

"Wait, are you...? You're not pregnant, right?"

He is sad yet he still can make a joke and that only makes your heart ache more for him. You slap his arm hard enough that it makes a loud slapping sound.

"Ouch! That hurts!" He shrieks in pain.

"You deserve that!" You tell him and land another slap on his arm.

"Okay, not pregnant, noted!" He says as he rubs the mark on his arm from the slapping.

Since he ruined your mood, you refrain from talking further and sulk. He nuzzles his head into your neck and hugs you from the side.

"Come on. Tell me," he says with a grin on his face.

"No. You're just going to make fun of me again," you grumble.

He pokes your cheek with his index finger and tickles your ear after, "Come on! I'm listening!"

You shrug your shoulder but he holds your arm close, not letting you get away from him.

"Just stop calling me baby sist!" You demand.

"If you tell me why, I'll do what you say," he offers his pinky finger at you as a token of promise.

You cave in and let out a sigh, "First is because I'm not a baby anymore and you don't have to protect me all the time."

Chan's forehead wrinkles in question because your answer is not far different from your former answer, "You said that—"

"Also because I want you to know that I'm big enough to protect you now," you cut him off with a heartfelt statement.

It's hard not to get emotional when you speak from deep within your heart, and it's even harder because you rarely have deep talks like this with him.

"I want you to stop hiding things from me cause I would know when you're hurt, sad, or angry..." you pause to swallow air to keep the lump in your throat down.

"You can come to me, Chris, and I'll protect you," you tell him with your eyes glossy with tears.

The grin on Chan's face disappears in a second, the glints in his eyes dim and it feels as if he just decided to drop the veil and let himself be seen.

"I'll protect you," you say again as the tears get

A sad smile appears on his face and you know that he's thankful for it but a part of feels guilty for sharing this sadness with you because as a brother, it's in his nature to only want to share only the good with you, not the bad, bitter part.

"Come here," you say, putting your arm around him and pulling him close.

The second Chan lets himself be vulnerable, he melts right away into your arms and lets himself drown in your warm embrace. People rely on him a lot and he often forgets that sometimes, he needs to rely on someone too and he finds that someone in you, his own sister.

"It's going to be okay, Chris," you mutter as you rub his back in soothing patterns.

He must admit that it feels good to just let go and let someone else bear the pain together with him.

"It'll pass," you mutter again with a gentle squeeze on his arm.

He looks at you with eyes that overflow with fondness, "Thank you, sist."

You let out a low chuckle, "You're very welcome, big brother."

This moment of vulnerability reminds him that what makes him stronger is not how much he can take but how well he can overcome things.

"Want to listen to music?" You offer while taking your phone out of your jacket pocket.

Chan nods and then watches as you scroll through your playlist to pick a song.

"You have a lot of playlists," he comments.

"These are all from Han's," you inform.

He turns your phone screen to him to read the title of the playlist, "Han's Special Mix vol. 15. How many of these did he send you?" He asks in disbelief.

You scroll to the very bottom of the list and read it out loud, "The last one he sent is vol. 34," you answer with a chuckle.

"Gosh! He's so pathetic," Chan groans and looks away.

"No, actually he has great taste in music," you say with a sly smile.

Chan lifts his head to glare at you, in disbelief that you just defended Han instead of him.

"And he has a good sense of humor, unlike someone I know," you sneer as you continue scrolling.

"I can't believe you defend him rather than your brother," Chan complains.

"I'm not defending anyone. I'm simply stating facts," you correct him.

"Yeah, but I bet he can't be as half as a good brother I am," he cockily remarks.

You chuckle again and look at him, "That's true."

Most of the time, he would take your answer as sarcasm but he knows you mean it and he feels acknowledged, moreover, he feels loved.

He feels a sudden cuteness aggression, he pinches your cheek even though you're whining and begging him to stop.

"I think this song fits the atmosphere," you say, hitting the play button

The second the song begins, you put your head against him and both of you decide to be present in the moment, absorbing everything with all of your senses from the beautiful view, the fresh, morning air, the warm morning sun, the sound of the trickling water and the company of another human being next to you.

"Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love? Can the child within my heart rise above? Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life?"

The song makes him realize that everything in his life that he's been building could come crashing down at any time and pain is inevitable, but that shouldn't stop him from being grateful for everything good in his life.

After all, there's no good without the bad. Every moment in his life is made of those two things, a mix of both good and bad, most of the time, one is dominant than the other but that's life.

"Well, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'cause I've built my life around you. But time makes you bolder. Even children get older. And I'm gettin' older, too."

But there's one thing that Chan fears in his life: Change. He holds your hand tighter because, after today, he can feel that things are about to change.

-

The sun shines through the windows hits Jinnie right in the eyes and forces her to wake up from her slumber.

There are four other people in this cabin but it's so quiet, not even the sound of Han's snore or Jeongin playing games on his phone, nothing. She washes up in the bathroom quickly and immediately checks on everyone's whereabouts.

The living room is empty, there are only pillows and blankets strewn on and around the couch. The kitchen is bare except for a pot of coffee in the middle of the table. She reckons everyone is outside so she opens the front door and finds Han there, standing and looking out at the view.

"Morning," Jinnie softly greets as she walks up to him.

Han turns his head to the side and a soft smile blooms on his face, something different about the gaze though, it evokes something in her that makes her heart leap.

"Where's everyone?" She asks, standing next to him and also looking at the row of trees swaying along to the gusts of wind.

"Chris and his sister taking a walk to the creek," he informs, shifting his weight to one foot and putting his hand against the wooden pole.

Jinnie must admit that she feels good about not seeing Chan, she already feels bad for rejecting him and she can't bear to see him after what she did last night. Knowing that she's in the presence of the reason why, she remains calm.

"And Jeongin?"

"He uhm..." he pauses to scratch his chin, "He went to buy breakfast."

"You need to shave," Jinnie says, noticing the growing stubble with his hand unconsciously reaching for his chin.

Han immediately catches her hand before she gets to touch him and their eyes meet in a gaze, a gaze that unlocks the windows to the soul.

It's the first time that Han sees Jinnie eye to eye and he can finally see the secret that lies deep within. Hearing what she said last night makes him come to a realization that he indeed has feelings for her too but he knows better not to entertain it because Chan is the man for Jinnie, not a loser like him.

But now he knows that there's no such thing as a right or wrong person, it's a matter of heart and who it speaks to and who it calls and yearns to be answered.

As for Jinnie, her smile fades as she realizes that he sees right through her now, he sees the yearning and the longing, the echo of her feelings that were left unanswered for only God knows how long. She's been comfortable hiding that the moment Han gives her the eyes, she feels bare and exposed, as fragile as a flower on a windy day.

"Han, I—"

Han cuts him off with a smile and says, "I know."

He then takes her hand and lets it drop between them, slowly, he slips his fingers through the spaces of her fingers and laces their hands together and it feels right, it feels as if he should have done it a long time ago.

Han looks at her and smiles, let it be known that he has answered the call of her heart.

-

A WEEK LATER

This is why Jeongin doesn't like being the middle man but he has no other option. His friends haven't been talking to each other ever since that road trip and he's the only one who can settle this down. Also, he'll be going abroad soon, he can't leave his friends like this.

Jeongin takes the high road and decides to visit one of them, trying to assess what the issue is. Well, it's obvious that it's because the two of them started dating each other but he needs the main reason why they can't be normal friends again despite the change of relationship status.

Jeongin takes the train to get to where Chan lives, he knocks on his apartment door and keeps doing it until he opens the door.

"Oh, Jeongin," Chan says in a rather surprised tone, "you didn't tell me you're coming."

Jeongin doesn't wait until Chan permits him, he enters his apartment and finds that he's packing his things.

"Just like you didn't tell us that you're going somewhere?"

Chan closes the door and sighs, "I'm not going anywhere."

"Then what's all this?" Jeongin asks, pointing at the stacks of books tied together.

"I'm not going abroad like you, I mean," Chan corrects himself.

He sits down on the bare bed and puts things into a box, "I got a job offer so I decided to also move into a new place closer to where I'll be working," Chan explains.

He stops packing and moves the box to the side with his foot, "I told you guys in the group chat."

"Well, yeah, that's the problem, you only texted us that you got a new job and that's it."

"What else am I supposed to tell you guys?"

"I don't know. Maybe a new foreign movie you just watched and liked," Jeongin mindlessly answers.

He leans against the study desk and plays with the stress ball in his hand, "Have you ever thought that maybe we want to know how are you doing?"

Chan lets out a dry chuckle and sighs again, he looks not well but not bad either, what obvious is he has a lot on his mind.

"Are you okay, Chris?"

"If I have to be honest... no, I'm not okay," Chan honestly answers.

As expected, Chan is not okay and that was what caused the group's equilibrium to be askew. He's the one who leads, guides, and makes the call for everyone, he's the real glue that sticks everyone together.

"But I will be... eventually," Chan adds as he rubs his forearm anxiously.

"The thought of them together bothers you?" Jeongin carefully asks.

"No," he answers without a beat, "I just need time. I need more time."

"And space too, apparently," Jeongin adds, ignoring that it may offend him.

"Nah... yeah," Chan doubtfully answers.

Understandably, Chan needs more time to process everything, especially in this case where the girl he likes ends up dating his own best friend. Must be hard to see them together and trying to be okay with it.

That thought leads Jeongin to something else, he doesn't know how else can he ask it but since it's around that topic, he figures it's normal for him to ask.

"And how's your sister doing?" Jeongin curiously asks.

Chan picks up his socks and rolls them into a ball, "What about her?"

"You know, is she okay about seeing them together too?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Why this is confusing? Chan only needs to tell him if you're doing okay or not. But it seems like he needs to explain it to him too.

"She looked heartbroken that night," he shares.

Chan's eyebrow raises in question, "Wait, do you really think that she likes Han?"

"Wasn't it obvious?" Jeongin asks back with an awkward laugh.

Chan is the one who's laughing now, he shakes his head and props his hands against the bed frame, "She likes you."

Funny that he doesn't expect to hear it from Chan but that doesn't make him less surprised. You were so close with Han, you joked a lot and looked comfortable around him, in contrast to whenever you were with him like there was this invisible line that you didn't want to cross.

"I–I don't think, I..."

Chan laughs again and looks at him, "She likes you and I know you like her back."

What Chan said gets Jeongin tongue-tied, he didn't know that Chan would find out about his feelings for you because he's been hiding it well.

"I didn't really mean it when I said I don't want any of you to date my sister, if anything, I want her to date a good man like you," Chan earnestly says.

The chance is there, the permission has been granted but time, it's time that shatters the dream. Jeongin will be leaving and it's too late to tell you how he feels now.

"I'm leaving soon, Chris," he reminds him.

"I know," Chan clasps his hands together in front of him, "but let me ask you something."

Jeongin stands on his feet as if he knows that this question will determine his life. He waits for Chan's question in anticipation.

"Are you willing to wait for two years to tell her how you feel?"

As Jeongin stares back at Chan, he gets reminded of the lesson that he learned from Chan's experience, he can't risk keeping his feelings to himself for too long. He needs to take that leap and regardless of what the answer may be, at least, he'll have no regret doing it.

"You know what, I'll text you her address," Chan says as he's picking up his phone.

-

It's his third time knocking on your door and Jeongin thinks that if he knocks one more time, you'll find it annoying. He has your numbers and he can easily call you, but his fingers hesitate to press the call button.

"It's now or never," Jeongin reminds himself.

Time is running out, he only has today and tomorrow he has to leave on a plane. He fumbles to hit the call button and the phone almost slips out of his hand when he's about to press it close to his ear.

It could be a coincidence but he hears someone's phone rings and the sound is getting louder and louder, coming toward him.

He walks to the stairs and finds you climbing the stairs, carrying boxes in front of you which explains why you can't pick up the call.

Jeongin hurriedly hangs up the phone as you arrive at the top of the stairs.

"Jeongin? Hi!" You greet with a confused tone.

"Hi! It's me. I'm the one who just called you," he says, instantly regretting not stopping at 'hi'.

"Oh? Well, I... are you?" You put down the boxes on the floor so you can unlock the door to your apartment.

Once the door clicked open, you push the door open and keep it ajar to let him in, "Come in!"

Jeongin follows you inside and awkwardly stands in the kitchen as you place the boxes on top of the counter. He has something to say but doesn't know what to do.

"Have you been waiting long?" You ask.

"No. Not long," he nervous answers.

"I need to collect my packages at the post office," you explain as you saunter to the fridge, opening it to showcase a selection of drinks to him, "Juice? Soda? Beers?"

"Just water," Jeongin answers and feels bad for choosing something that isn't in your offers.

You close the fridge and open the cabinet to get a glass, talking as you pour water into it, "So, how are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Just busy working, I guess," you answer, coming up to him to give him his glass of water.

"Thanks," he mutters.

Jeongin takes it and takes a small sip just to be polite, he's actually too nervous to do anything. He's not the type to dillydally, he comes for one thing and he's going to do it.

But you're already turning around to get yourself a glass of water too.

"Chris said you'll be leaving tomorrow," you say while leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Yes," he hastily.

"Oh?"

Maybe this is why the invisible line exists because Jeongin never gives you any signs that he has feelings for you and he's been doing the opposite instead.

But right now, he dares himself to cross that line and approaches you.

"I have something to tell you," he says.

"Oh?" You lowly exclaim, noticing the serious expression on his face and hurriedly put your glass down.

Jeongin quietly takes a deep breath and muster up the courage to speak out not just mind, but also his feelings.

"I like you," he blurts out.

"Oh..." you say while blankly staring into his eyes.

Not the reaction he expected but maybe he needs to say it again to let you know that he means it, every word of it. He tries again and this time, he takes your hand and holds it in his.

"I like you. I don't know for how long but I like you and I'm sorry that I didn't make it known that I have these feelings for you, I just..." he can't believe that he finds himself at a loss for words.

"Afraid of my brother?" You wildly guess the rest of his sentence and crack a laugh.

That makes Jeongin laugh too and he's glad that you don't take it seriously, he's already nervous as it is.

"Yeah, that too," he playfully answers.

His hand reaches for your face and endearingly, he brushes your hair away from covering your face, "I'm just not sure if you have feelings for me too."

You nod and softly smile at him, "I like you too," you simply answer.

"But...?" Jeongin pokes fun at you.

"There's no but, but... knowing that you'll leave soon, I just didn't think that you'd say it and I'm obviously too cowardly to say it to you so..." your words trail off and you end it with a small shrug.

Jeongin likes how open you are to him and that makes it easier for him to communicate his feelings with you, there's no beating around the bush, it's just two open hearts talking to each other.

Jeongin drags his hand down your jaw and cups it, "Well, I like you and I want you to like me too."

You hold the hand holding your jaw and smile, "I like you too."

Jeongin doesn't waste a second to lean in and kiss you, a kiss that is such a long time coming, a kiss that he dreams about either asleep or awake. A kiss that answers his doubts and worried mind. A kiss that makes his wait finally come to an end and a kiss that makes two hearts become one at last.

-

The afternoon sun casts a hazy glow on your naked body as he places kisses on every inch of your skin, from head to toe, marking it as his as he knows he'll yearn and long for it soon.

As his lips land on your inner thighs, he finds your moans become heavy and hoarse, and that's how he knows he kisses you on the sensitive part of your body.

"Oh..." you breathlessly moan as his lips inch closer to where you want him the most.

He ignores the hand that tugs at his hair and tries to stop him from keeps going, he places a long kiss on your inner thigh before finally landing a kiss right on your clit, ever so gently.

"Oh, God..." Your waist lifts off the bed, reacting to the stimulations of his tongue repeatedly running down your slit.

He retracts his mouth only to touch you with his fingers, lightly circling your clit with just the tip of his finger.

"Do you like that?" He softly asks you.

"Yes," you answer with an eager nod.

The answer makes him eager to please you more, he sucks and licks, using his slick tongue to make you even more drenched than you already are.

Jeongin dives deeper into you, his nose pressing on your clit so good you keep arching your back, seeking more of him. He curves his arms under your thighs and lays his hands flat on your abdomen, keeping you down as he opens his mouth wider to take more of you.

He uses his tongue and swirls it as he goes deeper into you, he's only teasing your entrance but it's enough to take you closer to your release.

"Oh!" Your breath hitches as he sucks hard on your clit.

Your hand tugs harder at his hair as he relentlessly sticks his tongue in and out of you, and at times, pressing his nose on your clit for the utmost pleasure.

"I'm close. I'm close," you breathlessly mutter to him with your eyes closed.

Jeongin doesn't respond but keeps going, using his lips and tongue, alternating between sucking and licking until you come undone against his mouth.

"Oh, Gosh!" You cry as you grip the sides of your pillow with your eyes screwed shut, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He places gentle kisses on your thighs and one last kiss on your clit before crawling over to you. He kisses your open mouth, kissing you hard and deep until your head falls onto the pillow again.

"That was so good," you murmur against his lips with a sly smile.

"Yeah?"

"Mmh-hmm," you nod, kissing him back on the lips.

Jeongin smiles hearing that he did a good job of pleasing you and now, he's enjoying your kisses and the kitten licks in between as his chin and mouth are coated with your essence.

Your hands are roaming around his body and feeling him all over, your soft hands on his warm skin and lips that are constantly locked with each other.

Eventually, your hand meets his hardening member, and not hesitate to wrap your hand around it, slowly stroking it as you continuously return his kisses.

You break the kiss to say something to him, "The condom is in the bedside drawer."

He pecks your lips and answers, "Okay."

"I'll get it," you offer, twisting your body to the side to be able to reach the drawer. You rummage inside to get a condom out of the box.

He takes it from you and carefully rips the foil wrapper open with his hands, not risking accidentally tearing through the rubber. He put a lot of focus on putting it on his length next.

"I hope it fits," you say.

"You think it won't fit?" He asks you as he rolls the rubber down his length.

"I just think that yours is bigger than average," You say with a nonchalant shrug.

That shouldn't make him blush but he can feel his ears get hot and he guesses they're reddening as well. He decides not to respond and continues to focus on the task at hand.

All of a sudden, you grab his chin and kiss him so hard on the lips that your teeth almost collide with his.

"You're so cute when you're shy," you say with a smile.

And that only makes him flustered.

"Do you need help?"

"No, it's done," he says after making sure he puts the condom on properly.

As he sits on the bed, you put your legs on each side of him and your hands on his chest, then you stare at him with fondness pooling in your eyes.

"We've been waiting too long for this, don't you think?" You ask him, your hand glides down to his chest and rests it there, right on his beating heart.

"Too long," he answers, then leans in to give you a long, lingering kiss while sending you to lay on your back again.

With the soft sunlight that shines through the window, he can see your body in all its glory, the ample flesh that invites him to grab at it, and miles of silky skin that tempt him to touch. They're all heavenly, every inch of you is made in heaven.

However, what Jeongin finds the most arousing is the sly smile and the intense gaze that you're giving him right now. He can see the lust, want, and greed in them but if he looks deeper, he can also see the fragile part of you that needs to be treated gently and attentively.

He lowers himself on you and your arms welcome him, his lips instantly locked with yours again, baked bodies tangling around each other on the mess of your bed.

A loud gasp slips out of your mouth as he slowly enters you and his focus is divided between pushing his length into you little by little and making sure you're okay.

"Okay?" He asks you.

"Mmh-hmm," you hum in answer with your mouth parted open.

He looks down and sees that almost all of his length disappeared into you, "Just a bit more."

Your hand grips his shoulder with your nails dug into the flesh, also looking down as Jeongin pushes the remaining length into you.

"Oh..." he lets out a raw groan the second he bottomed out inside you.

The slightest movement and you can feel each other, his whole size inside you and the way his cock wrapped tightly in your velvety walls.

Jeongin closes the gap between your bodies and your legs hooked around his waist, lips locking, skin brushes against the skin, hands intertwined, and bodies connected as one.

He is high in pleasure from the moment you let him in, and he's getting higher and higher, he feels untouchable. But the only thing that keeps him grounded is your lips that continuously lather his.

The room is now filled with skin-slapping sounds mixed with both your moans and the occasional creaks of the bed from the excessive activity.

"You can go harder, baby," you tell him.

He can't which one makes him blush more, the fact that you've just called him by a name or you letting him thrust into you harder.

Flustered, he handles it by kissing you as he quickens the pace, making him lose more of his self-control. How you clench around him isn't helping either, he's holding on to his last shred of sanity.

A rough kiss lands on his neck, he can feel your teeth grazing his skin too. Then you press your mouth close to his ear to whisper filthy things.

"Oh, you're so deep inside me."

"I can feel you all over me, baby."

"Don't stop, please!"

Jeongin is on the brink of losing it all but he remains steadfast, using all of his strength to keep going. Somehow his body only knows how to follow the desire within and thrusts into you even faster than before.

"Keep going, yeah, baby," you encourage him, pulling your knees higher to provide him more depth.

He glances down and sees his cock slipping in and out of you, and at the same time, feels how good you are around him. Oh, and you take him so fucking well.

Sensing that he can no longer hold himself back, you place a haste kiss on his lips and say, "It's okay. You can cum, baby."

With that being said, Jeongin lets his body take over and control him and lets his desire take him where he needs to be: to his release.

You hold him tightly as he comes into his high and let him bury his head in your neck as waves of pleasure wash over him.

With such affection, you cradle his head close to yours and kiss the top of his head, "So what do you think?"

Exhausted and flustered, he turns his head to look at you, "Huh?"

"Sleeping with your best friend's sister is kind of hot, huh?" You poke fun at him.

Jeongin sleepily smiles with his eyes forming two lines, he props his elbow against the mattress and then looks down at you. For a second, he can't believe that he's here and he's with you, naked under the cover together, and you look at him, your eyes shining only for him.

He lovingly kisses you with all of his heart and pulls away with a soft smile, "Wait for me, okay?"

You smile back at him and say, "I'll wait for you."

-

The airport is bustling with people dragging their luggage around as you sit on the bench, waiting as Jeongin checking in.

You've been texting Chan to let him know what time Jeongin has to board the plane and that way, he won't be late. It's unclear whether he'll come or not, he's not responding to your texts since this morning.

"I forgot my neck pillow," Jeongin says when he returns.

You get up from the bench and stand in front of him, "I'm sure we can buy one from one of the shops."

"Nah, it's okay," Jeongin says as he shoves his ticket and passport back into his backpack.

"Let's wait near the gate," he says, offering his free hand for you to take.

Both of you walk through the crowded airport hall toward his boarding gate, holding hands with Jeongin dragging his luggage behind him.

The two of you spent the whole night together and it felt so short. You feel sad because you want to spend more time with him but you know he's going for something he's been dreaming of doing.

It would be unfair to ask him not to go, he earned this and as a good partner, you have to support him as best as you can. Ignoring that you're in a public space, you put your arms around him and pull him close.

"If I told you to not go, would you do it?" you jokingly ask.

"No," he answers without a beat.

"Good call!" You say with a pout.

He places his hand on the small of your back and places a quick peck on your lips, so quick that it feels more like a graze on the lips.

"You're going to leave for two years and that's what I get?" You complain.

He lets go of the handle of his luggage to properly hold you, pulling you close until there's no gap left between your bodies. He looks around to see if anyone is looking his way and witnessing this public display of affection.

"What should I do?" You ask in distress.

He looks down at you and asks in confusion, "What is it?"

"I miss you already," you say with a sly smile.

He finds you cute when you're smiling for him, only for him and he wishes he could fold you, and then tuck you into his suitcase to take you with him.

"I'll call you," he convinces.

"Every day?" Your voice is muffled as your face is buried in his chest.

"Not every day but maybe once every two days?" He jokingly says.

You slap his chest hard enough he yelps in pain, "Just know that Chris will break you into halves if you break my heart," you warn him.

His shoulders shake as he laughs, he tilts your head and without warning, he presses a kiss on your lips. His lips gently brush yours and he uses his tongue next to pry your mouth open that way he can deepen the kiss.

Jeongin puts all of his heart into that kiss so you can keep it and soon, he'll come back to retrieve it.

"What the fuck am I seeing?" Someone exclaims from behind him.

Jeongin reluctantly breaks the kiss to see who it is and finds his friends there, Han and Jinnie with their hands intertwined.

"It's such a strange scene," Han sighs in disbelief as he comes up to him for a friendly hug while you do a quick cheek-to-cheek with Jinnie.

"I liked her but then she likes me and then I like her back and then you like her and she likes you back," Han says with hands busy pointing at everyone as he speaks.

"Just shh..." Jinnie shushes him and he shuts his mouth right away.

"Wow, finally! Someone to tame Han!" Jeongin sarcastically says.

As everyone exchanges pleasantries, you nervously check your phone to see if Chan has responded to your texts. He can't possibly miss the chance to see his best friend before he leaves for two years, right?

"Where's Chris?" Jinnie asks without the slightest awkwardness in her voice.

"He uhm... he's on his way, I guess," you doubtfully say.

Jeongin takes your hand and squeezes it, he leans into your side and lowly speaks, "I'll understand if he's not coming."

"No, he'll come," you say, more like you're convincing yourself with it.

"Yeah, he'll come," Han confidently says and you wish you had his confidence.

But after a while, there's no sign of him, no text and he's not answering your call, and Jeongin has to enter the gate soon. You realize that you should stop believing that he'll come and use the remaining time to properly say goodbye to Jeongin.

"You know what, I think you're right, he's not coming," you say as you brush your hair out of frustration.

Jeongin pulls you to his side and places a kiss on the top of your head, "I told you it's okay."

You go into Jeongin's arms and let him hold you for as long as possible, drinking in his scent that offers you a sense of comfort.

"Am I late?"

Recognizing the voice, your head snaps to the back and finds Chan there, bending down with his hands on his knees, running out of breath.

"Where have you been?" You scold him, feeling like crying to finally see him there but instead of that, you land a slap on his shoulder.

"Ow! I went to the wrong gate," he concisely explains.

"I thought you—" You stop yourself from finishing your sentence, it's not your place to let his friends know how he's been handling things.

"You didn't reply to any of my texts and my calls!" You scold him more and pinch his arm.

"Stop hurting me!" He yelps in pain.

Chan stands up straight and walks up to his friends, "It's been so long you guys," he says with a smile.

"Chris..." Jinnie says, her eyes are glassy with tears.

"We missed you, man," Han says with a relieved smile.

Jinnie can't help herself anymore, she goes to hug Chan and Han follows suit with Jeongin as the last one to join in, turning it into one big, group hug.

In the end, there's no such thing as love over friendship or vice versa, because in a friendship, you have to have the heart to love, and to love is to give and not ask in return.

You feel lucky to witness something as pure and genuine as their friendship, and lucky that you find love in something pure and genuine.

When it's time to leave, everyone takes turns to give Jeongin a hug and you're the last one to give him not just a hug, but also one last kiss that makes your heart hurt.

"Take care, okay?" You say to him with a sad smile.

"I'll be back soon," Jeongin promises and leans in for another kiss.

"This is so weird," Chan comments and looks away.

"I know," Han says, but he intently watches as Jeongin kisses you like a pervert.

You take a step back after and Chan kindly takes you, putting his arm around you as everyone waves their hands at Jeongin.

"See you guys," Jeongin says with a warm, hopeful smile and then leaves his friends with an eased heart.

This is just a matter of distance and everyone knows that their friendship can survive this too, whatever it is, as long as they're together.

"You okay, sist?" Chan asks, genuinely concerned for you.

"I'm okay," you answer with a smile.

Han gets ahead of everyone to announce something, "Guys, I just signed a deal with a label," he casually drops the big news.

"What? That's amazing!" You exclaim in joy, coming to hug him.

You elbow Chan's side to make him congratulate him too but instead of that, he says, "Are you saying you're going to treat us to lunch?"

"Oh, yes, let's have something expensive for lunch," Jinnie says, getting in between you and Chan and linking her arms with both of you.

"That's a great idea!" You say with an eager nod.

Han's eyes widen in horror but his being outnumbered only means that he has no other choice but to fulfill his friends' request.

"But I-I only received like half of... the sum of the..." Han stammers as he explains.

"Oh, come on, one lunch won't be that expensive," Chan says, grabbing his arm to walk together out of the airport.

After a moment, Chan stops walking and everyone has to stop walking too.

"What is it?"

"We have to walk to gate 8 because that's where I parked my car," he says with a grimace.

"And where are we?" Han asks in confusion.

"We're at gate 4," you answer with also a grimace.

"Oh, fuck!"

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[luveline]

Sooo im still not over your hockey player Eddie and I absolutely love love love your hurt/comfort fics so I would love to see one where he's teaching something to reader and r gets injured and fluff ensues!

tysm for requesting, 1.3k

"You warm enough?" Eddie asks. 

Your hand is your only warm appendage where it's held in his. You're using your wobbly footing on the ice as an excuse to touch him, hand like a viper clinging to him. "Is that a joke?" 

You're wearing upward of three layers. The icy chill permeates through. 

"You'll feel warmer once we start moving, I promise." Eddie wears a simple compression shirt and sweatpants.

You kind of wish every other person here of single status would be blind to him. Like, they'd look at him and their eyes would just miraculously skip his figure, but alas. If anything, his impressive bulking attracts attention. Eddie drew looks before he started taking hockey seriously, but for a different reason. Now he's started building muscle, he's like honey to flies. 

You're not shallow, but muscles are muscles. He looks good. Hopefully he knows it, but Eddie's generally oblivious to his own looks, more focused on other people. Even now he drives you both backward on the ice while watching your face. 

"Don't be nervous," he says. 

"That's easier said than done," you say, grabbing his arm with your free hand as your left skate slides forward. 

"I've got you, honey," he says. It's not as strange from his lips as you might suspect because he says it in such a particular way. Easy-going, verging on cocky, he doesn't think for a second that you're going to slip, and he knows for sure that you're his honey. He has the cheese ball grin to prove it. "This will be fun! You said you wanted to try." 

"I do want to. Or, I did. Now we're here, I'm not so confident."

"You don't think I can teach you?" he asks. 

"No, I just don't think I can learn," you say, seizing as Eddie begins a gentle figure eight. You've watched him enough to know what shape he'll take, but that doesn't stop the instinctual fear. 

"If I can weasel my way into minor league, you can learn to play. I promise it's easy." 

"It's not easy, Eds. You worked so hard, I mean," —you wiggle your eyebrows at him suggestively— "just look at you." 

"Charmer! No, I mean learning to play is easy. Scoring a goal is easy. You know, so long as there's no goalkeeper there to stop you. I'm gonna let go of your hand now, okay?" 

Eddie skates to just behind the goal where his stick awaits, a puck on the floor beside it. He skates and keeps the puck close, stopping it by your feet. You've managed to skate closer to the goalposts without falling, waiting with your hands out like a tightrope walker. 

"Doing good," Eddie praises, dropping a cold kiss into your temple. He hands you the stick and stations himself at your side.  

You straighten it out. You've held it a few times and Eddie had you practising on dry land before the ice, but it feels heavier now. Your balance isn't automatic anymore. 

"You want help? We can do it like a movie." Eddie sidles up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You feel better knowing he'll catch you before you can fall. 

"How much am I pulling back?" 

"Not a lot from here. If you were skating you might wanna pull it up real high, but the puck's not moving and neither are you." 

"What does Steve say?" you ask, lining up your shot. 

"Put the biscuit in the basket, dickhead?" 

You laugh and hit your puck. It slides across the ice and between the goalposts easily, a small feat for you and a big cause for celebration in Eddie's eyes; he shouts a nonsense sound, his arm behind your back as he shouts, "Yes! Easy-peasy, babe, you're a natural." 

You feel pretty happy about it, all things considered. Even if it wasn't as hard as you imagined, Eddie's pleased, and for a moment you forget you're untrained on the ice and attempt to return his half hug. 

You fall because you think you're going to. Sudden, you remember you might slip, and the panic has you pushing your skate forward in an attempt to dig in. It slides out from under you and Eddie's not on guard, catching your arm but not your back as you smack into the ice. 

"Shit! Shit, come here, sweetheart," he says, pulling you up. 

"Ow, wait," you say. More of a yelp, you wince as your skates slide about, thighs rigid and cold, the bottom of your spine aching, but worst of all is your arm. In his attempt to keep you standing, Eddie's yanked your arm sore in its socket. You don't mean to be dramatic but you're desperate for the hot pain to stop. "Eddie, let go." 

He drops your hand. Unafraid of being unable to stand again, Eddie goes down on his knees. Any skater will give you room. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asks. 

You put your hands on the ice in an attempt to sit up. Eddie holds you down, hands on your thighs. 

"Take five. Did I hurt you?" he asks again, not urgent but teetering, his hand imploring as it travels to your waist. 

You don't want to say yes. "My arm went funny, that's all. Sorry." 

"I'm the sorry one. Said I wouldn't drop you and I did… that's not right, huh?" His hand curls behind your back. 

You're not as hurt as you'd initially thought. Your arm aches sharply and your back will definitely bruise, but Eddie gives you a minute to get to grips with things and stands up expertly, hoisting you into his arms. His arms are lined with fingernail embeddings by the time you get back to the bench, and then you're both sorry. 

"Eddie," you murmur, rubbing your thumbs over the small red crescents softly. 

"How bad is it?" 

"I don't know." You shrug. "Not so bad now." You know Eddie's letting you do what you want because you're hurt, and not because he doesn't want badly to be assessing your arm and your back. "It's my bad, I got spooked."

He catches your gaze, holds it tenderly. Sugary brown with a deep dark iris and the big white grain of the lights above reflected. You skip from one eye to the other. He has more caramel coloured flecks in one. Both are soft and sorry. 

"Is this gonna put a stop to your illustrious hockey career?" he jokes weakly. 

You can't believe you scratched him so bad. "No way. If you want me to be great, I'll be great, just… maybe when my back doesn't feel all tingly." 

Eddie untucks your many shirts with a low hum, fingertips drawing an invisible line over your pain. "It looks okay." He drops his forehead into your neck and hugs your naked stomach, saying, "You're so warm," with his lips pressed to your shoulder. "...M'really sorry I dropped you, babe. I got too excited." 

"Not the first time that's happened," you say. 

Eddie pinches your tummy, his smile audible as you squirm. "Very funny." 

His hair is soft where it lays under your cheek. You let him cuddle up to you until you can't take the cold nor the aching anymore and ask to go home. Eddie insists on carrying you to the changing rooms, you insist on him not doing that, and you compromise by walking with his arm behind your back. 

"I'll try again next weekend," you promise. 

Eddie kiss-kiss-kisses your cheek in thank you. 

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06. meet me at the 7-11

"y/n?"

he sends the text before thinking it through, and by the time he realises that it was probably a mistake — he's basically told her everything about herself — the tiny delivered under his message has turned into seen.

you see him before he sees you. you wrap your jacket tighter around yourself, walking towards him. you walk faster, until you can see the mist of his breaths, and the wire of his headphones, illuminated by neon light — a beacon in the darkness, beckoning you home.

"suna," you call. "rin."

he turns around, face lighting up when your eyes meet. "hey."

"hi." you laugh awkwardly as he comes closer to you, and a heavy silence falls over the scene.

"let's go inside, i'll buy you something."

"no, you won't," you reply.

"yes i will," he argues.

"no you won't."

he hums in reply, flexing his cold fingers before pushing the door open for you. "don't you want to know how i found out you were catliker?"

"oh, yeah, how?"

he only talks again when the two of you reach the drinks aisle. "i saw your texts. on the TV. well, my texts, but you get the idea."

oh. oh. your fingers brush together when he passes you your drink, the cap already unscrewed. "thanks," you murmur, staring into your bottle.

rintarou isn't the type to start serious conversations. however, he also despises suspense. not that this can be called suspense, exactly, but he needs the confirmation — he needs to know. "we're avoiding the most important part of this."

"i know," you respond. and then: "i like you, like a lot."

"i gathered," he replies quietly. "let's go outside?"

just like in the car, your knees are touching — this time, though, it's much more obvious that he's chosen to sit this close to you. his shoulder nudges yours every time he moves, and the motions of your leg as you tap your foot nervously make his leg shake too, but the intimacy of the situation is surprisingly comfortable. he drains his bottle, chucking it into the trashcan on the other side of the parking lot with practiced ease, before doing the same with yours. and then he turns to you.

"i never really imagined telling you that i liked you, so i didn't really have an image of what'd happen in my brain. i didn't expect it to be in the parking lot of a 7-11, either, but here we are." he snickers mirthlessly; more from nerves than humour. "i've liked you a while now — a few years — and you're just perfect in every way, inside and out, and i really like you — fuck, did i say that already? either way, this is it, y/n."

silence.

"oh, and i don't like anyone else, and i did look at you so many times earlier today — or yesterday night, whatever — you just didn't see."

you laugh, and it's beautiful and wonderful and perfect and he might just die. you cover your mouth with one hand. "really? i thought you didn't like me."

"what? you looked absolutely gorgeous, i thought i mentioned it over text already."

"oh, you did!"

he half reaches out to you before he stops himself. "why do you do that?"

"do what?"

"cover your mouth. i mean, if you keep at it, you— never mind."

"i think it's kind of obvious why," you respond lightly. "but finish your sentence?"

"it's nothing that important," he confesses. "i just want to kiss you really badly right now."

"really?"

"yeah, and i can't do it if your hands are in front of your face."

"so if i move them, will you...?"

"only if you're okay with kissing me in a shitty 7-11 parking lot."

"i am," you assure him.

he angles your head up gently, leaning closer until his breath ghosts over your lips. "may i?"

"yes, please," you whisper, and rintarou suna carefully, carefully presses his lips to yours.

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[ratcash-wasgud]

Absolutely love your fics! Could we request a loser Mizu getting caught touching herself and when she tries to play it off coolly, the other person is like "Huh? No I want to watch you"

Bless you for this one, lovely.

mdni

Travelling with you was hard to describe. On one hand, Mizu liked your company, even if she never showed it. You were always there to brighten her day, stich her up, or flick her nose playfully when she felt moody.

On the other hand though...

You made her crazy. Maybe Mizu got too into the role of a man, but she caught herself lusting over you. It was embarassing, honestly. Watching your kimono slightly open as you bend down, revealing your cleavage, or staring at your legs that poked out of your clothing as you slept for hours was slowly taking a toll on her.

She couldn't concentrate anymore. At moments, she knew you were a demon sent to tempt her into wandering off her path...but she also knew that she was also a demon. So would it be that bad to indulge?

You were kind, always, maybe playfully teasing sometimes, but never mean, so in her head, you wouldn't reject Mizu if she came onto your with her intentions.

But, that would also mean revealing the fact that she is a woman, and that would be troublesome. You probably wouldn't trust her with your protection anymore. Or would just straight up feel betrayed.

So, she came up with a plan.

"Here," She stuffed a small bag of golden coins in your palm. "We're running out on food. Go into the town at the end of the forest, and buy some." She says, completely deadpan.

Your face lights up, happy that she finally trusts you enough with a task, even if it's little. "You got it!" You say, surpressing the urge to skip there, so you just powerwalk away, your face beaming with excitement.

But the moment you're out of sight though...Mizu finally lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

She needs to be rid of these desires, she needs to focus on her task instead of your skin. She needs to let her desires run free, free out of her system. Once will do.

She sits down at the foot of a tree, placing her hat beside herself. She doesn't know how to start, she just knows that she wants to hurry. She feels this horrbile aching between her legs for weeks now, so now, that she decided to actually do something about it, her body lit itself on fire.

She slowly pulls down her pants, looking shamefully at her womanhood as it's lightly glistening already. Her finger lightly traced the shape of her clitoris, before running it between her folds, reaching her entrance. Oh, how sensitive she was.

At that moment, Mizu truthfully wished to be a man. She had a couple reasons. She could please herself with the simple motion of moving her palm up and down, like she knew was enough for most men, instead of needing to tease herself until her clitoris started twitching and her walls are basically panting for pleasure.

Her other reason was that if she had been a man, you could be here with her right now. You could look into her eyes, pleading for her touch withouth words as you show her the skin you've been hiding, but she has been longing for. You could lean back against a tree, your legs closed at first, shying away from showing too much.

Her fingers start to rub her clitoris.

But Mizu would reassure you, putting a gentle hand on your knee, opening the soft plush of your thighs, revealing your secret garden to her gaze, already throbbing with need. You'd look at her, softly panting as her hand would wander towards your folds, dipping a finger between them, to get a hold of your slick, that she could spread all over them.

She chokes back a moan as her hand moves lower, teasing her entrance.

She'd spread your folds, revealing your puffy entrance to her gaze, that was already breathing for her. You'd whimper small pleas into her ear as she'd rub circles around it, wanting to make you wait. Wanting to make you beg, to make you crazy with need. She imagines you'd wrap your legs around her waist, pulling her closer in an attempt to get her fingers inside. How needy you'd be for her.

She slowly slips a finger inside, biting back a groan.

She'd give it to you if you'd ask nicely enough though. She'd start with one, then after one or two thrusts she'd give you another. Her long fingers would kiss your insides everywhere they reach it, massaging your inenr walls, and quickly finding that gummy spot would force a squeel like moan out of you everytime she pressed on it. She'd seperate her fingers, wanting to stretch you out a little more. She'd use her other hand to gather the slick that is dripping out of you, and bring it to her lips.

Mizu adds another finger, and her back slightly acrhes.

Your lips would part, begging for a kiss silently from behind your moans. You'd beg for her to let you taste yourself on your lips. Your walls would tighten so much around her finger's, she'd think you want to rip them off. Your cute little clit would be lonely though, twitching by itself. Mizu would never foget about it. She'd slowly lean down, her fingers still pumping in and out of you, as her tounge would slowly meet your needy nub, pressing it's warmness against it.

She curls her fingers inside herself, moving her other hand to her clit.

You'd cry out, grabbing her hair with your weakly trembling fingers, signaling that you want more. More of the pleasure she's giving you. More of her. She'd feel your sweet juices on her tongue coming in bigger waves. You were close, she could feel it.

She was close. She could feel it.

But still...she needed more.

"Mi...zu?" Your voice breaks her out of her trance of lust, her eyes darting into yours. Fuck. You didn't just catch her touching herself, but you also caught her. The fact that she's not a man is also out of the bag. Let's not panic though.

"Hey." Mizu answers, her voice breathy as her fingers stop on herself. She pulls out slowly, making sure not to draw a reaction from herself. It's fine. She can play this off. She didn't just masturbate to the thought of making love to you, it's fine. "What?" She asks, raising an eyebrow, trying to be as casually as she could.

"Why did you stop?" You ask, tilting your head and stepping closer.

What? Mizu watches in awe as you walk right up to her, and sit right infront of her. Your gaze fell on her still exposed folds and she felt her breath hitch. What does this all mean? Do you want to join her? Or...

"Come on, it's okay...continue." You say with a smile, putting your hands on her knees, opening them back up.

"Wha...you..." Mizu blinked, confused out of her mind.

"Continue." You repeat, your gaze getting more intense. "I'll just watch." You offer a smile.

That was...weirdly hot. Mizu could feel your gaze burning a hole into her...well, hole, an that just made more slick drip out of her. She hesitantly pushes her fingers back inside, moving them slowly.

Her breath got heavy again, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from yours. You weren't looking back into her eyes, your gaze was focused on her hand, as she moved it inside herself.

She was embarassed out of her mind, but somehow it felt okay. Because it was you.

Just the thought of you watching her somehow made her more aroused that ever.

"What are you thinking about?" You whisper with a smile, watching as her slick dripped down her inner thighs, wetting the ground.

Mizu quietly moaned. "Y...you." Mizu admits in the form of a murmur, swallowing thickly. She breathed through her mouth fully now, her knees lightly shaking.

"Yeah?" You smirk at her, your voice low and a little raspy. "What about me?"

"Want to...be with you...s'bad..." Mizu murmurs between quiet moans, her fingers now pumping faster, keeping them deep inside, never pulling out too much. "Want to...feel you...y'make me...fuckin'..."

"It's okay," You coo at her as you see her body shaky, probably because she's close. She's so cute like this, it's hard to imagine that she's a revenge fueled murderer. "Let it out." You softly caress her knee and lower thigh.

Mizu's moans slowly got louder, biting on her lip to try to silence herself. But she wanted to be loud. She loved to be loud. She wnated to be loud so you could hear it.

She wishe you'd touch her though. She felt very excited under your gaze, but she really wanted your fingers to come into play and calm herself down.

She clsoed her mouth thightly as she felt the waves of her orgasm, but your hand, coming out of nowhere, opened her mouth, pulling her chin down, freeing that cry like moan that wanted to escape her lips.

"Mhm...that's it." You cooed at her as she rode out her climax. She panted, staring at your eyes that were now, finally looking back into hers.

[meaningofaeons]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ mr. cold feet

⊹ character(s) - sampo koski ⊹ word count - 1.8k ⊹ notes - gn!reader, spoilers for belobog museum event (opportunity makes the thief p4), reader is NOT trailblazer!!!, but they ARE part of the silvermane guards!, reader and sampo are implied to be in a ... complicated relationship, suggestive? making out ig counts as suggestive but obviously still sfw within reason /ᐠﹷ ‸ ﹷ ᐟ\ﾉ

I am once again here 2 apologize for no majesty update... I just finished the event as soon as I was well enough to get up and I... had to. I love hate love to hate and love sampo (=^-ω-^=) enjoy! also sorry this got more suggestive than I expected it to.... (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

"Oh... I mean, oh! Oh, haha! If it isn't my favorite Silvermane Guard in the entire world, my dear Y/N~"

"Cut the chitchat, Sampo." You crossed your arms, unimpressed. "Really? I thought you mentioned a 'new lease on life' after the whole saving Belobog thing. You're still running cons?"

"Come, now, no need for that! I daresay it was fate that brought us—"

Sampo trailed off weakly at the sight of you bringing out a pair of cuffs, sweat visibly dripping down his temple.

"—...together... again..."

He chuckled warily, opting for a wisecrack.

"Well, I'm certainly open to hearing you out on your bedroom preferences—after all, Sampo Koski is nothing if not flexible, if you catch my drift—but don't ya think this is a little sudden, sweetheart? I mean—"

You advanced on him, scowling, and he visibly leapt back, arms up.

"W-Woah, woah, cool the jets! I know you've got your duty to do, all of that, hehe, and believe you me I know how dedicated you are! 'S one of the things I love about you—"

"I'm not being bought this time, Sampo Koski. Arms behind your back."

"Come on, just hear me out! Please, Y/N? For old time's sake?"

"What old times?" However hostile your tone, Sampo noticed the way you slowed just a bit, giving him a chance to speak. Then, in fake-contemplation, you placed a finger thoughtfully to your chin.

"Oh, you mean the time you snuck ten crates of Geomarrow out from under my platoon's noses, and got us all in deep shit with Captain Landau. Or, no. Perhaps you were thinking of the time you forced me to go on a 'date' with you, only to trick me into meeting your cronies at a handoff point for your stolen goods? Oh, or maybe—"

Sampo shrunk in on himself with each story, grin growing more and more sheepish and catlike with every word.

A small correction, he realized: You hadn't slowed to allow him to defend himself, but rather, to rag on every inch of his schemes and stoke what little remained of his guilty conscience.

He only acknowledged that you were finished with your story time when you began tapping your foot, brow raised. Sampo reached for you, taking a seat at the small table to move ever-so-subtly closer to your touch.

"Honey? Darling..." Your lip curled at his puppy-dog eyes, yanking your hand away. Despite the malice he could hide in those emerald irises, he was damn good at making himself appear vulnerable, too.

"Don't call me that! Especially not in public!"

"We're in a hotel room..." he pouted, tapping his fingers together. "Listen. I've got an idea that could be beneficial to us both...? I get away, and you say you lost me, and you get a little something-something? Eh?"

You were about to say no. As you should've, as you usually did, but those eyes...

"Ugh!" you slammed the handcuffs onto the table, causing Sampo to start. Even with all his wiles and exit routes, he couldn't quite escape the mild fear he had of you.

Or maybe what he feared was more so upsetting you than anything else.

"Spill! What lame deal have you cooked up in that dumb, pretty little head of yours?"

"You think I'm pretty?" The blue-haired man batted his eyelashes, but toned down the theatrics only at your frosty glare. "Um, so, hear me out. I made quite the pretty penny off of this deal, and I can offer you a whole third of what I made! In exchange, you... let me go? Scot-free? No strings attached? ...Please?"

You sighed heavily. Why did you even bother sometimes...

"Sampo, I told you, I can't be bought. I don't want stolen money, and besides, I make plenty."

You placed a free hand on your head, sliding your cuffs back into your belt. "And what's the miraculous secondary offer Sampo Koski has concocted today?"

You seemed to open slightly, and that gave the man all the push he needed.

As though flipping a switch, Sampo's contrite expression morphed into a wicked smirk, fingers dancing across the table until they reached your hand. This time, you did not pull away, much to your own chagrin and the conman's delight.

"Well... if there's one thing Sampo Koski is, it's reasonable."

"You just said the one thing you are is flexible."

Sampo chuckled, taking advantage of the absence of venom in your tone as he rose from his seat, allowing his gloved hand to run up your arm. You tilted your head away, refusing to look him in the eye.

"I can be both," You couldn't stand the look on his face. Cocky, like the cat that ate the canary.

"You know," he murmured, voice suddenly low and breathy—and, of course, right beside your ear. "If you wanted a 'lil love from your dear Sampo, all you had to do was say so."

Before you could cut off his husky words with an indignant shout, he was swift in taking your chin in his hand, pushing his lips onto yours with a self-satisfied smirk.

Your legs felt reminiscent of jelly as you clutched onto his arms, but you did not fight off the kiss he deepened with each passing second—though they felt more like hours.

Sampo Koski is flexible, indeed. He can also be reasonable, though you'd argue more against that than for it.

But above all, Sampo Koski is annoyingly, infuriatingly, irritatingly astute. Especially when it comes to you.

Your brow relaxed as you felt his tongue slip against your mouth, your grip on his sleeve loosening as he practically manhandled you. His prying hands were quick to move down your arms, your sides, and you only gained enough clarity in the single moment he brushed your rear to give his wandering hand a smack.

He only rumbled a low chuckle again, sending shivers down your spine as he settled on your hips. Sampo pressed on further, nibbling your lower lip before invading your mouth with his tongue, eager to taste every inch of you.

That was another word for him, you thought. Eager. He could never take two seconds to stop and think about anything, as always, especially not when it came to you.

But while Sampo Koski was quite prone to causing (unpleasant) surprises to those around him, so wily was he that he never quite expected them to happen to him.

As a Silvermane Guard, you were by no means weak, and certainly not weaker than even the shockingly well-built conman.

You snatched his wrists from their place atop your hips, pulling back just enough to relish the shock in his eyes as you slammed him against the wall opposite, shoving your lips back onto his before he could make even a sound.

That didn't stifle his noise afterwards, a soft groan humming into your mouth as you kissed him with new fervor.

If he wanted to play dirty, you'd dish it back out twofold.

You shifted his wrists, clasping one hand around his two arms while your other began to roam, dipping beneath his hip windows and sliding along his side. This elicited more small whimpers from the Sampo Koski, his squirming picking up.

Even though he never expected them, you knew how much the man just adored surprises—especially yours.

Your tongue swiped over his lip, and you slowly pulled back, giving him no reprieve as you latched onto his neck. The blue-haired man groaned again, making no moves or effort to fight back against you as he angled his neck to give you better access. You had to fight the urge to release his wrists and slap a hand over his mouth from how loudly he was beginning to whine for you.

"Y/N..." he keened.

Just as you were about to nudge your knee between his thighs and give him a nice, vibrant mark on his pretty pale skin, footsteps echoed loudly in the hall.

Pela.

"Y/N hasn't been answering their phone. Prepare to search each room. If Mr. Cold Feet got to them—"

Shit!

You pulled back at once, Sampo being too dazed to even really listen to what the voices just outside were saying. He chased you immediately, face flushed and eyes teary.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N... Feels good, keep going? Yeah? Please? I like it when you—"

"Sampo, those are the guards!" you hissed under your breath, emphasizing each word carefully, watching the slow snap to reality that dawned on the man's face. He paused inquisitively, as though waiting for you to call your comrades in to arrest him, but you only placed a hand to your forehead.

"Go."

You had to barely restrain your yell of annoyance as Sampo grinned wildly, planting a big, sloppy kiss on your lips before vanishing out of the hotel window. His whisper-shout was the last thing you heard from him.

"I'll pay ya back big time for this one, honey!"

The remaining seconds you had were spent trying to fix your clothing and rub at your lips, trying to scrub away any hint of puffiness. Before long, Pela entered the room herself, raising a hand for the other guards to stand by.

"Y/N, are you okay?!"

"Fine," you tried to answer as coolly as possible. Luckily, your friend didn't seem to notice, poking about the room.

"And Mr. Cold Feet—"

"Gone before I got here. Left the room a mess, and the window open."

She raised a brow. "You weren't answering my texts."

"Sorry. I got caught up in investigating, trying to find leads... He couldn't have gone far."

"Right... Well, let's get back. We got the film, so... no harm, no foul. We can try again."

"Right. Let's go."

You tried to ignore the subtle stare of one of the guards, trying to let the mortification of your state swallow you whole.

Were you that obvious?

Still, you grumbled about it to yourself all the way back to the museum, trying to rid yourself of the floaty feeling in your chest and your mind.

This was the last time, you swore to yourself. The last time Sampo Koski gets away with his cons! The last time he goads you into an impromptu make-out session!

You knew that was a lie, and so did Sampo, who gleefully watched you from the shadows, a museum volunteer application perched in his hands.

After all, you two would have all the time in the world together if you were coworkers...

...that is, more specifically, after hours at the museum.

He couldn't wait for you to finish what you started.