#the way i had to cheat with two of these to put them close enough to both be in frame đ hope it isn't Too noticeable
SINBOUND (G!P)
tara carpenter x reader
tags. mdni, +18 only! no ghostface au, reader has a dick but no pronous were used, cheating, adultery, voyeurism, semi public sex, shower sex, breeding, exhibitionism and if you squint really hard, there's a bit of size kink... tara's a sinner and so are you.
word count. 5358
a/n. i cant believe i finally finished this one, a huge thanks to @alkivm and @wesstars for helping me out, this one is for you two. | masterlist.
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You never really thought of Tara as more than just a good friend, you really didnât, but the moment you witnessed her being ruined by her boyfriendâs dick, mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged all around her plump lips, and the way she smiled at you with half open lids, your mind became clouded with Tara.
Her moans, so soft and whiny.
Her hands grabbing her boyfriendâs arms, short nails digging into the muscle and tracing red marks on the tanned skin.
Her smile, so different from the ones she always greets you with when you meet for breakfast before classes. This one was small, almost like a smirk that turned into perfectly âoâ shaped when he bit her neck, covering her petite body with his big one.
You couldn't move, petrified with the scene rolling in front of your eyes. You watched as her nails scratched the skin of his back, pulling him impossibly closer, holding him in place so he wouldnât see you standing there, blatantly watching them fuck. The sounds she was making wouldnât leave your mind, the image of Tara being fucked raw while staring at you engraved in every single muscle memory of your brain.
And it did.
You stood there for what it felt like hours, watching with focused eyes the heart-giving performance Tara was putting on for you until she came, teeth sinking in the othersâ shoulder to suffocate the scream that would tear her throat in pieces.
Thatâs when you left, your face burning red and an uncomfortable ache between your legs that you wished would disappear, twitching inside your boxers and begging for release.
With a quick wave of your hand towards your friendâs group, you left the frat house, jumping over drunken bodies sprawled in the front yard and walking back to your dorm only a few blocks away. You could still hear the loud electronic music and you smelled like alcohol mixed with different perfumes from every person that hugged you during the night.
Kicking your shoes before stepping inside â following your roommateâs number one rule, you leaned against the closed door, the image of Tara burned into your brain like a tattoo, the soft sounds she was making playing in your head like a broken record that was slowly driving you crazy, a tight knot in your stomach that made your heart beat faster.
Your hand automatically covering the volume in your pants, squeezing your length as you tried to easy down. Deep down, you wanted to open up your pants and pull your cock out, watching the way it twitched with the vivid image of Tara on her knees, sucking you off; or with her legs wrapped around your waist as you fucked her against the door frame, fast and rude, like Chad was doing it. But you couldnât, you felt dirty already for not turning around and drinking every single solo cup, with a colorful, sparkly drink and dubious alcohol, offered to you by Mindy or Amber to erase what you had witnessed, but no, you froze in place.
With one last hard squeeze, you took a deep breath, deciding to take a cold shower to force yourself to calm down, even if the knot in your stomach was painful, like a little red devil on your shoulder, whispering lustful things into your ear like itâs the most beautiful melody that was hard to ignore. For a split of seconds, you almost listened to him, unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down, removing enough pressure of you, but your phone ranged in your back pocket.
Shaking your head, you took the hardest path, the one that led you to the bathroom. Picking up your phone, Samâs name blinking on the screen with a picture of you and her together, you gulped, declining the call and deciding to text her instead with the excuse of a migraine that was making you dizzy.
As the water hit your head and your shoulder, your muscles tensed up and you stop breathing, every single body hair standing on end with goosebumps, your member still hard against your belly. You sighed, closing your eyes to focus on the cold water that ran over your body so you could sleep and forget whatever the hell this day was.
It didnât work, your eye bags the next morning was reason enough for your roommate to ask what happened that kept you up all night.
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To be honest, you didnât want to be here, sitting in your usual table waiting for them to show up, ignoring a completely enthusiastic Amber. You wanted to be under your blankets, with doors locked, phone on airplane mode and away and safe from the girl that took over your thoughts over the weekend. Itâs been two days since the little âincidentâ at the party, you ignored every single message in the group chat claiming you âneeded to study for finalsâ, which wasnât a full lie but you really did not need to spend your entire weekend locked in your dorm.
âYo, dumbass,â you blinked when a blurry hand stepped in your vision, followed by Amberâs furred eyebrows. âyouâve been weird since Friday, whatâs wrong with you?â
Before you could answer, the little bell above the door rang, your eyes automatically linking with the brown ones you saw roll to the back of her head when she came all over her boyfriend. Tara was under Chadâs arm, smiling at something the taller boy said as they walked into the small cafe, coming in your direction.
You wanted to flee, leaving all your belongings back and rush to classes, but the table in front of you and the two girls, Amber and Sam, sitting on each side of you, made that wish a little bit impossible to come true, and if you tried, it would draw too much attention to yourself and that was the least thing you wanted at the moment.
Youâd have to endure the torture you had set inside your own brain.
Tara was a really good actress, you thought to yourself, as the minutes went by, she, somehow, manage to keep the same image as always, the perfect girlfriend/sister/friend that is constantly smiling and pays attention to everyone and everything that surrounded her.
While you, on the other side, kept your eyes focused on the drawing that swam in your coffee mug until it slowly melted away, not paying much attention to the conversation. You made a disgusted face when you realized it turned cold under your fingertips.
âWant me to get you a new one?â
âUh?â
Tara smiled, oh so sweet as always, placing her hand on top of yours, her thumb caressing the skin, ready to take your mug and order a new one for you. âI asked if you want me to order you a new coffee? I know you donât like cold coffee in the morning.â
âNo, uhâŚâ You avoided her soft eyes, removing your hand and starting to pack your things to leave. âActually, I have to go to, itâs uh⌠I have to take some notes before class. Can you move a little, Amber? Thank you.â
Without looking at them and feeling your heartbeat on your throat, stumbling a few times on a confused Freeman as you passed in front of her, you left your group of friends behind, ignoring the way Sam was saying your name as you walked out of the small cafe.
Once your feet hit the soft grass in front of the university, you exhaled the air that was stuck inside your lungs all the way here. Leaning forward, you took a deep breath, feeling the burning spread through your veins like poison.
âAre you okay?â A familiar voice came behind you. Samâs hand on the lower of your back.
âYeah, I am,â You turned to her. âI just have too much on my head right now.â
The older Carpenter analyzed you, her dark eyes roaming around your features like she always did, looking for any sign of lie.
âDo you want to talk about it?â
You shook your head, clenching your hands around the strap of the bag over your shoulder. âIâll feel better after the finals, donât worry, Sammy.â
The nickname earned you a soft smile, followed by a protective arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you to the main building where your first class took place. Sam made sure to walk with you until you were both standing in front of the opened door, the classroom still empty when you two arrived.
âYou know you can tell me anything, right?â
You nodded; eyes focused on her hands holding yours. You wanted to tell everything you saw at the party, but how would you say you saw her little sister, and your best friend, getting fucked and were starting to question how you felt about your friendship with Tara? That you feel an ache in between your legs every time you share the same space with her? It would be like throwing a bucket of cold water on her, and then the bucket itself⌠instead, you just smiled.
After Sam gave you a forehead kiss, she left you, walking to the other side of the campus for classes; you watched her from afar through the big window next to where you usual sat since first day, a high chair, not too far from the teacher but away enough from the troublemakers that enjoyed chatting during lessons, disturbing those who were interested in actually learning.
Through the same big window, your eyes recognized a pair that was getting near the buildingâs entrance. You gulped, secretly watching them kiss, your cheeks gaining a pinkish tone and a burning feeling in the pit of your stomach. The way Chad had his hands possessively on her thin waist, pulling her impossibly closer and keeping her in place, while Tara had her arms wrapped around his head, tiptoeing to reach his lips.
It was a daily thing that always got your attention even though you never really cared about the affection between them, but this time, you felt dirty, your pupils dilating to absorb every single trace of light, almost as if you were taking a picture of it, the way the wind was subtly blowing her skirt up. You pressed your legs together, the small pain seeming enough to calm down your throbbing cock. Maybe it was a terrible idea to wear sweatpants as it was easy to see the volume you were desperately trying to hide since you saw Tara entering the coffee shop in such short skirt.
When they broke the kiss, the small girl waved her boyfriend goodbye, turning on her heels to enter the same building you were.
At least we donât have classes together today⌠â you thought to yourself once again, sighing in relief as you slid down on your chair and plugged your earphones in, waiting for the teacher to come in.
The classes were full of revisions for the finals, your knuckles hurting from taking notes as fast as the teacher was talking, writing down what you considered important â right now, everything. It had a good side though; Tara had left your thoughts for you to focus on what really mattered at the moment.
After an entire morning of non-stop writing, you were ready to pack everything and clear your mind at the gym near the campus, working off all the bothered you felt the past 3 days.
The space was empty, considering that it was an hour that usually was packed with students, the finals probably taking all the time. Like them, you should also be studying, but you figured it was time to let something else burn your muscles other than notes badly written on your notebook. Walking past a few faces you were familiar with, you greeted them with a smile and a small head motion, the wireless earphone blasting some random Taylor Swift song inside your head.
Just like the training area, the lock room was empty, a girl passed by you when you entered and left you alone in silence, the energetic music that played on the gymâs speakers taking over once you removed your earphones, holding them for a few seconds until you heard a robotic voice saying âpower offâ. Placing them inside the pocket of your backpack, you tossed the object on the top shelf of your paid lock, removing the warm jacket that hugged your body and folded it, placing it inside. Kicking your shoes off, you managed to remove your socks without falling before storing it too, the cement cold under your bare feet.
âAre you going to ignore me until when? Do I gotta put on another show for you so you can pay attention to me?â A small Tara appeared behind you, resting her chin on your right shoulder, feeling your chest rise and fall with the deep breath you took. You closed the metal door slowly.
âWhy donât you ask your boyfriend to give you attention?â
She rolled her eyes, sneaky hands climbing on your back and coming back down to rest on your waist, sending shivers down your spine. The tip of her fingers playing with the hem of your pants. âBecause I want your pretty eyes on me, not his.â
Feeling a burn escalating from your chest all the way up to your neck, you turned on your heels, now facing a doe-eyed Tara.
How could you still see her so adorably after what you witnessed?
âWhat do you want, Tara?â You asked with a sighed, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep her away from you â even if it was millimeters.
âI want you.â
âBe for real.â
âI am.â
You analyzed her expressions. Dark brown eyes not leaving yours for even a second, those adorable freckles spread across her small nose bridge and cheeks, lower lip trapped between her teeth. She wasnât lying, Tara couldnât keep eye contact when she was lying.
Taking a step back and leaning against the locker behind you, you watched as she took a step closer and uncrossed your arms; you didnât even try to stop her.
Ghostly fingers tracing your forearm, up to your biceps, resting on your neck, her thumb softly caressing your jawline.
âTara⌠donât.â You tried to sound firm, but as she was closing the gap between you two, your voice lowered a few octaves, betraying you.
âWhy not?â It was all she whispered before you felt her lips softly pressing against your own, giving you a chance to push her away and go back to training, if that was what you wished.
You didnât. Again, your body betrayed you, and so did your thoughts, the images from Friday night clouding up your mind.
The arms that were once crossed to keep her away were now enlacing her waist, pulling her against your own body, desperately trying to feel her warmth.
It was a soft press of lips, but it lasted long enough for you both to sigh, holding onto each other as if something would pull you apart.
âDid I ever tell you youâre so fucking hot in those sweatpants? God! I love when you wear those, I can see you perfectly.â She exhaled against your lips, shaking breath, hands grabbing on your biceps, nails digging the skin before covering your semi-hard member, grabbing the length over the thick cotton fabric.
You had no time to reply, her tongue licking yours so deliciously that was hard to even think of speaking something and break that moment, so you did like Tara, grabbing every muscle you could get your hands on, dartling from her lower back, down to her ass, under her skirt, pulling her up, thighs tightly wrapped around your waist as you reversed positions, aggressively pressing her against the metal locker, a painful moan escaping her lips that sounded like music to your ears.
Unable to keep your mouth away from hers, you pressed your lips again. Aggressively, needy, desperate, like youâve been longing this for too long, and now, she was giving you the most delicious kiss youâve ever had. Tara was delicious all over, from her honey voice, to her minty breath, intoxicating your senses with how sweet her perfume was, matching perfectly with the fake persona she wears in front of everyone. It was definitely going to stick to your shirt.
Her breath hitching, soft moans scaping from her lips whenever you moved your head to the other side, kiss fitting deliciously.
A loud laugh coming from the hallway that connected the gymâs open space and the lock room, you were quick to walk towards the shower area, entering the last stall and closing the door behind you with a violent swing, easily opening the water register to mask the sounds Tara was making.
When the icy water hit your body, a moment of guilty took over your senses and you pulled back, breaking the kiss.
âWhy did you stop?â Carpenter whined, opening her eyes.
âWe canât do this, Tar.â
âBut you know you want this. You know that. Tell me that you donât. Tell me you didnât enjoy watching the way Chad was fucking me, or the way he kisses me before going to class.â Your eyes widened, awkwardly shifting your weight from one foot to another. âWhat? You think I donât know you watch me through the window? Why do you think I always kiss him in that same spot?â
âIâŚâ
âYouâre so cute⌠all flustered and embarrassed.â
The tip of her index finger traced your jawline all the way down your neck, slightly peeking through the loosen white shirt that was slowly becoming transparent as the water hit your back, revealing the strap of your bra. She smiled; bottom lip trapped in between her teeth as she pressed herself down on the volume under her, a moan trapped in your throat at the sudden contact.
âFor someone that doesnât want this, your dick shows the opposite.â Tara moved her hips on you, the pressure of your clothed member on her clit getting her to drip on the fabric of your pants. âYouâre such a liar.â
âYouâre full of bullshit, did you know that?â You moved your hips up, earning a surprised moan.
The girls in the room were loud, talking and laughing about something you didnât care about, all you wanted to hear was your best friendâs moans, loving the way she whispers your name as her hips continued to roll against you, eyes closed and a small smirk tugging on the corner of her lips.
âAnd youâre dying to fuck me.â
It was your turn to let out a huff, fingers squeezing the soft flesh of her bare thighs, the short skirt brushing against your hands.
âHow long have you been planning this, huh?â
In a teasy tone, you close the gap between her neck and your lips, languid kisses being placed all over, goosebumps forming on the soft skin. You smiled, loving the way she squeezed her legs around your waist.
âSince I saw you kissing that blondie at the party.â She easily confessed; eyes closing to focus on the ghostly contact of your lips on her neck. âThe way your hands were on her waist, your leg in between hers, the way she was bouncing on your thigh,â Tara chocked on her breath when you bit her pulse point, heartbeat fast on the tip of your tongue. âyour lips on her neck, leaving bruises everywhere⌠It was so fucking hot I couldnât take it anymore, so I dragged Chad upstairs and made him fuck me while I was thinking of you.â It was her turn to smile when she felt you twitch under her. âI bet you can go deeper than he can, that you can fuck me so good, ruin me⌠can you do that for me?â
You smiled, swiftly pulling down the hem of your sweatpants enough for your dick to pop out, hitting your belly, a relieved sigh leaving your parted lips. You brought Tara against you again, a low moan escaping her lips as her clit pressed on your length, the damp fabric of her underwear creating a pleasant friction.
âYouâre sure you want this?â You asked, once again the guilt threatening to fill your thoughts, but smaller, a lot smaller than the first time, and a lot easier to make it go away; one look from Taraâs dark-brown eyes and it was gone.
Pulling her drenched panties to the side, your fingers found her warmth, loving the way she clutched around them, rubbing it up and down her slit before positioning the tip of your cock in her entrance, forcing your way in, her hips buckling it up as you stretched her out.
âFuck, youâre so thick,â Tara breathed out, nails digging in the back of your neck as you slowly pushed yourself inside her, the velvety walls clutching around you.
Trying to ease the moment, you brought your mouth down her neck, licking all the way up to her jawline, softly biting the spot once you were all inside. Her head tilted back against the sweaty tile as water fell around the both of you, mostly hitting your back as your body protect hers from the cold temperature.
âLook at me,â you demanded, trying to keep yourself calm, allowing her to adjust first. âTara, look at me. I want your eyes on me.â
Tara was tight around you, her warmth embracing you as deliciously as her legs wrapped your waist or as her fingers intertwined in your hair.
It took her a minute to open her eyes, pupils completely dilated as she leaned in, licking your lips with a mischievous smile before taking your bottom lip in a hurtful bite, easing the pain with the tip of her tongue.
âWhat are you waiting for? Just fuck me already.â She breathed out, purposefully clenching around you.
You huffed, amused by this version of Tara you never knew was hidden behind sweet smiles and kind personality; she was a slut. And you were loving every second of this, the way the back of her converses were pressed on your thighs, keeping you impossibly closer to her. Or the way she looked at you with dark, half-opened eyes, completely focused on your features.
You pulled back slowly, her mouth hanging open and eyes threatening to close, but you stopped when loud and messy conversation filled the lock room.
Tara pulled you closer by instinct, causing you to enter her in a fast move, your hand fast to cover her mouth, a low shhh falling from your lips when a struggled moan scaped hers, her throat vibrating, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
The view you had was sinful, your hand covering Taraâs mouth, some drops of water sprawling on her face, the mascara starting to run down her cheeks as the heat got too much, not even the coldest temperature couldnât cool down the two of you, and neither the girls that were chitchatting outside the closed stall.
You started to move, slowly and careful, testing her, your other hand firmly keeping her against the wall.
"Fuck, you're clenching so hard around me." You breathed out with hoarse voice.
Tara covered your hand with hers, caressing gently before pulling it away, lips wrapping around your thumb in, your mind wondering how it would feel to have her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off with the same eager she was sucking on your thumb.Â
âI can feel you throbbing inside me,â she whispered, slowly bouncing her body up, using your broad shoulders as support. âitâs so good. Now, fuck me.â
You huffed, the doe, adorable, innocent eyes staring at you was a perfect contrast to the situation you found yourself at, buried deep inside her, controlling every single nerve inside your body to wait instead of fucking her raw, but the request made you smile, hand wrapping around her throat in a slight squeeze as you moved your hip down, leaving only the tip inside before forcing your way in. Taraâs lips fell apart in a silent moan, short nails digging the flesh on your wrist, an overwhelming sensation spreading all over your body to be fully inside her again.
If Tara knew youâd feel this good inside her, she wouldâve done it a lot sooner.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, mouth open trying to catch a breath as she felt every single centimeter of your dick move inside her, stretching her out in a delicious way, goosebumps all over her body every time she felt the blood running through your veins, pulsating inside her.
You stopped, taking a small step to the side, getting away from the door as you heard steps coming closer. The door loudly closing next to where you were.
âBe a good girl and keep your eyes on me, would you?â
âIâm starting to think you love having my eyes on you.â She teased back, brown eyes staring at you the same second.
âI do, I want to see them when you fall apart with me inside you.â She gulped, the simple words affecting her more than she would admit. You leaned closer, kissing her jawline, waiting for the person on the stall next to you to turn the water on. âIs this what you had in mind? When you picture me with that other girl?â
Tara wasnât the jealous type, but now that she actually had you inside, she did feel a twinge of it inside her chest.
âNo,â black painted nails grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her. âthis is what I pictured when I was with Chad, with him deep inside me⌠unlike you, heâd be ruining me right now.â
Your tongued slid on your bottom lip, the teasing failing to cause something in you.
âWant me to fuck you, Tara? Want everyone around us hearing how good I am making you feel, instead of your perfect boyfriend?â
âAt least he wouldnât be afraid to break me.â
You tilted your head slightly to the side, hearing more water running behind your back. Taking a strong grip on her waist, you slid inside in one swift move, covering her lips with yours. Once you were all inside her, it was hard to pull out, it was warm and soft, fitting just right.
Tara moaned against your lips, feeling every inch being pulled out only to slowly go in the next second, a steady pace that felt complete with the delicious taste of your tongue on hers. After a few more testing thrusts, you began to speed up your pace, filling her to the brim and making her toes curl, head falling back against the wall, not being able to hold back as your body was begging for release.
Removing her hands from your neck, her finger gripped the top of the wall behind her, pulling her weight up as much as she could, allowing you to wrap your arms under her knees, pushing her body against the tile.
This new position made you go deeper, hitting every sensitive spot inside her, teeth chewing on her lip bottom violently enough to almost draw blood, afraid that if she stopped doing that, everyone would hear how desperate she was for you and the running water wasnât loud enough to cover it.
You wouldnât last longer, not with how tight Tara was clenching around you and the way she had her eyes locked to your, pupils fully blown, darkening the doe eyes. You leaned closer, sucking the plump lip once you saw a drop of blood nearly falling to the floor, soothing the bruised skin with your tongue.
In a wrong move, your cock slipped out, standing proudly between the two bodies. Tara whined; eyes half-open at the feeling of being empty. She shook her head in a silent request. You smiled, caressing her cheeks. One hand of hers came down to meet you, scratching the nape of your neck, a clear sign that was close.
âWhat is it, love? Need something?â
Teasingly, you held your shaft, rubbing it along her sticky slit, teasing her aching hole a few times. The small girl was desperate, the knot in the pit of her stomach turning into tears, running down her face along with fainted black mascara.
âPlease, please, please, I need you inside now, Iâm so closeâŚâ She cried out, trying to pull you closer.
âLook at you, so pathetic, all you can do is beg. Arenât you ashamed to be such a slut, Tara?â Your knuckle brushed the hair off of her face, allowing you to admire the red color that filled cheeks, stained by the ruined mascara.
She nodded to your question, unable to form a single sentence as you changed positions before sliding inside her once again, keeping a slow pace, allowing her to adjust, the velvety walls welcoming you tightly. Your grip on her waist was bruising the soft skin, no longer giving a single thought about the marks you shouldnât left on her body, you wanted her to look at them when Chad fucks her and think of you, on how good it felt to have you buried deep inside her.
With your fingers still glued to her hip bones, you fastened your pace, the wet sounds coming from your bodies and her whiny moans barely being muffled by the running water, deep down you wanted everyone to hear the way she was saying your name like a sacred mantra. It was so fucking sexy the way her nose scrunched when you hit the sweet spot inside her or the way the tip of her tongue licked on her lips, throat dry from all the deep breaths she took.
Your name falling from her lips, getting you to look at her, âI want⌠fuck,â she closed her eyes, holding back as long as she could, prolonging this moment. âI want you to come deep inside me. Can you do that for me?â
You couldnât see it, but with her request, you were sure your pupils were blown out, because the smile she let out watching your expression change, was reason enough for you to fuck the life out of her. Your nails sank in the flesh of her ass, forcefully moving her body up and down your throbbing cock, the knot in the pit of your stomach getting as tighter as Taraâs walls around you.
She was close, you both were, her hands in the back of your head bringing your mouth to her neck, peppering soft kisses on the wet skin, the faint smell of her perfume filling your lungs, her moans whispered straight to your ears like the most addictive song you heard before.
When she came, her teeth sunk on your shoulder with a hard bite, nails digging the nape of your neck. You followed her, coming deep inside like she asked you to. Your legs trembled, hands gripping the top of the wall to maintain balance while the other held her waist, the small body violently twitching against yours.
Opening your eyes, little stars shone in front of you. You took deep breaths, Tara holding onto you like her life depended on it â at this point, it did. She had 0 strength to stand on her own.
When she finally let go of your shoulder, a satisfied hummed left her lips followed by a smirk-like smile, hands now delicately caressing the sides of your neck and jawline, fingers removing a few strains of wet hair from your face.
âIt feels so good,â she whispered, movies her hips in a perfect circle. You chocked on your breath. âyouâre all inside me and itâs so good.â
âIs this how you fantasized?â
âItâs far better.â She laughed, weakly. âYouâre much better than...â
You stopped her from finishing the sentence, kissing her with ease and care, âCan you take another one for me?â Tara gave you a sly smile, the heels of her converses pulling you closer. âThatâs my good girl.â
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Say yes to heaven
hyunjin x reader. seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and softness and slightly suggestive in the end.
cw: mention of drinking alcohol and cheating. reader has lipstick on.
part 2. say yes to me
Hyunjin's legs are aching from sitting crisscrossed for so long. The music reverberates loudly, bouncing off the walls in Changbin's house. You are all playing truth or dare, a gathering of twenty people or something. But he isn't keeping count of anyone around. His eyes are fixated on you.
You are downing your drink, nudging Chan's side so he'd pour you another shot. He understands why you feel the need to forget, to fog up your mind until the world around you blurs. Your ex Suho, the one you had just broken up with two weeks ago, is kissing someone else, right in front of you. Hyunjin doesn't care enough to see who it is, his heart clenching at the sight of the tears brimming in your eyes.
You are hurt, rightfully so. Hyunjin never understood why you've ever dated Suho. He never cherished you, never treated you the way you were deserving of. Because you were beautiful, so beautiful it rendered Hyunjin putty in your hands. Though that was merely the surface of everything captivating about you.
The bottle is spined again, and Hyunjin's breath catches when it lands on him... Then you.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Changbin shouts and you roll your eyes, before standing up and heading first into the closet. Hyunjin follows closely behind.
He closes the door, plunging you both into pitch darkness. Your hands find his arms suddenly, gripping them tightly.
"You okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his tone.
"It's really dark," you whisper, and Hyunjin's brows furrow further.
"We should leave," he suggests, moving to open the door but you pull him back. "No, no. Let's stay."
"But you're scared."
"It's okay. You're here."
"Is this about Suho?" Hyunjin asks tentatively, after a few silent beats, and he can hear you suck in a deep breath. He knows he just hit a sensitive chord.
"Yes."
One.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispers, placing a reassuring hand on your back.
"Save it. I won't make out with you," you reply, sudden anger lacing your words. Hyunjin understands it's just your walls being put up so he wouldn't dare peek behind them.
"I know," he says softly, and your hold on his white shirt tightens. You're both so close, his chest is almost pressed to yours. Can you hear how wildly his heart is beating?
"Fuck, I'm sorry Hyune," the nickname slips from your mouth, sweet and familiar. He missed hearing it. Missed what you had before Suho came into the picture. "I'm just really really hurt," you admit, tears glistening in your eyes.
"Do you want me to fight him? You know I would," he tries to keep his tone soft even though raw anger simmers within him.
"You don't even know what he did," you chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "He made you cry. That's enough for me."
Two.
You stay silent, but your forehead rests on his chest, as slight tremors shake your body. Your wound was still so fresh, and seeing Suho tonight only made matters worse. But Hyunjin's body is warm, and his arms tightening around you feel safe. You think you can face your ex again if he's by your side.
"Please don't cry," he says, hands reaching up to smooth down your hair, as his chin rests atop your head. He's so gentle with you, so sweet, more than Suho has ever been in your relationship.
"I'm sorry, this isn't what you signed up for," you apologize, but you can't find it in you to pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him nearer to you.
"It's okay. This is nicer." You can't see him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. His smile is always so pretty, and his perfume is making you dizzy. You've drunk too much.
Three.
"How have you been?" you ask, fingers drumming gently along his back. Hyunjin doesn't know how he managed to speak normally to you up until now. Not when you've intoxicated him, when all he could feel in this cramped up space was you.
"Good," he finally manages to say. "And you?"
"I'm good. I missed you," you admit, and his heart seems to pause within his chest.
"You're drunk," he dryly chuckles but you shake your head against his chest. "I know what I'm saying. I'm sorry for taking my distance these past few months. The truth is... I didn't have enough energy to be a good friend, it was draining me to deal with Suho."
"Don't apologize. There is nothing to forgive."
"You promise me?"
"I promise."
Four.
You're full-on hugging now, arms tightly intertwined around one another, and hyunjin thinks this is his heaven- to bury his head in your hair, to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.
"You smell nice," you mumble, cheek resting right across his chest. "Why is your heart beating so loud, Hyunjin?" you ask curiously, eyes closed.
Hyunjin thinks if he stays silent enough, then you'll forget you've ever asked. Because he can't bring himself to lie to you.
"You smell nice too," he settles on saying. "You look really pretty too."
"Thank you, Hyune." That damned nickname again. "I think... I think you're making my heart beat faster too," you mumble and Hyunjin shuts his eyes closed. You are killing him, stabbing him, and twisting the knife deeper inside his heart. And he's allowing it because it's you.
Five.
"Why do you think he cheated on me?" you ask, voice barely audible, and Hyunjin has to try his best not to storm out right now. He had guessed it was bad, but not this horrible.
"Don't. Don't ever think it was your fault. It wasn't. It could never be. It was his," he speaks the words firmly as if trying to drill them into your mind, erasing every wrong belief you held about yourself.
"Do you mean it?"
"I do," he leans away, cradling your face between his hands. He's so gentle. his voice and his touch and his existence. How could one be so gentle to you?
"You are everything someone would ever dream of. If I were him I would..." he cuts himself off, before saying something stupid; something that would tip the scale of your friendship.
"Finish it, finish what you were saying," you plead, voice shaky and he can't find it in himself to say no.
"If I were him, I would never let go of you. I'd do everything, anything to make myself worthy of you, of your love."
Six.
"Can I try something?" you ask tentatively, and Hyunjin feels as if the world stopped spinning around him. The outside world doesn't exist anymore, all he knows is you.
"Yes," he whispers, voice raspy, and you nod. Your shaky hands reach up to trace his face, cupping his cheeks gently. You're standing on your tippy toes, and Hyunjin can feel your breath fanning over his skin, feel goosebumps burst across his body. And then, the most tender kiss, placed on his cheek.
Your lips linger, pressing into his skin and marking it up for eternity. His hands find your sides, they're trembling, but they're warm and they feel nice to you.
You gulp, before kissing his cheek again. And then, you trail down, your lips finding the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin's knees buckle underneath him. It's too much, colorful dots cloud his vision and he hasn't even drunk anything.
Your hand curls around the nape of his hair, and then you brush your lips against his neck, slowly, deliberately, as if testing the ways in which you could drive him insane. You've succeeded, he wants to say. He's yours to do anything you want with.
Seven.
"Time's up!" Changbin's loud voice rings outside of the closet, and it snaps you both out of your haze. You stumble back, fingers brushing tentatively across your lips. It feels as if your entire body is on fire, even though your kisses were innocent, tentative. But you're feeling more than you've ever did with Suho.
"Hyunjin, I-" The door pulls open, sudden light flooding your vision. You can finally see the evidence of your kisses- crimson imprints on his cheek, trailing down his neck, giving way to a flushed chest. He's so pretty. And you've marked him up for everybody to see.
"We'll talk later, okay?" Hyunjin smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Okay."
Seven minutes felt like seven lifetimes for Hyunjin. And he'd live them all with you, love you in each if you'd let him. He'd do anything so you'd let him.
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The Weekend | Eren x Chubby!Reader
Summary; Eren and Mikasa have been âdatingâ and while reader originally had no interest in him, the way Mikasaâs been acting sure does make him look more appealing ;)
Warnings; Smut, âcheatingâ(theyâre not explicitly boyfriend and girlfriend), College AU! P in V, cunnilingus, cum eating, slight breeding kink, Mikasa and Historia are pick meâs and terrible friends lol. Loosely based on the song by SZA(might make a part 2 idkk, not proofread) PART 2
It was a bit difficult making friends at your University. For the most part, everyone had their set friend group so you knew it wouldnât be easy finding people to hang out with during this new semester.Â
Thatâs why you were glad to meet Mikasa and Historia.Â
They were both in your Sociology class at Eldia University and they were having a bit of trouble when you offered help. They were nice, though they could be a bit catty. They introduced you to their other friends so you thought they were nice enough, but you noticed a change when they were around the guys.Â
They would make offhand comments about your figure, your outfits, sometimes your attitude. It was off putting, to put it lightly. So, youâre thicker than the two of them, so what? It shouldnât affect them. And while they may be comfortable suffering in silence, you were definitely going to speak up when you felt like it.
You were certain it was jealousy. The way they spluttered when you asked them to elaborate, the way they flustered when you mentioned that maybe they just couldnât pull off plus-sized the way you could, had you feeling vindicated. And the way the boys always seemed to laugh at your jokes had them blatantly envious.
It was a bit pathetic to witness sometimes, the way guys would defend you from their âplayful jabsâ had thinly veiled sneers etching onto their faces.
â â
It was clear to everyone Mikasa had a thing for Eren and while you thought he was attractive, you could see him being more suited for her. And if the way he casually draped his arm around her shoulder meant anything, youâd say he thought the same. You were sure that she was his type, so she didnât have anything to worry about.
Thatâs why it was such a shock when Historia told you sheâd slept with him.
âI mean, if he really wanted her, theyâd be together already, yâknow.â She casually dropped the bomb when it was just the two of you. She was so blasĂŠ about it, applying her lipgloss as she made you promise not to say anything, throwing in a thinly veiled threat, âI mean, itâs not like anyone would believe you anyway. Plus, you donât want to be by yourself, right?âÂ
It wasnât so much the threat that made you keep your mouth closed, honestly, you had more morals than that, it was more so Mikasaâs attitude toward the hypothetical.
Throughout your entire âfriendshipâ with the two girls, theyâd always seen you as a non-factor. When youâd go to parties, theyâd flirt with whomever showed even the slightest bit of interest in you and whenever youâd bring it up, theyâd just gaslight you. âIf he was really interested, then he wouldnât have gotten distracted, would he?â And for the longest time, you had explained away their behavior because, yeah, you donât want a guy thatâll easily stray, but, fuck. If it didnât piss you off.
Youâd originally wanted to tell her in a roundabout way, asking how she would feel if one of her friends were interested in Eren. Her answer, however, caused an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach. âLike who? Historia doesnât see him like that and no offense, but you know Eren wouldnât like someone like you.â That got you to thinking.
They think Iâm a joke.
You wanted to tell Mikasa. You wanted to tell her when she spent nights crying to you and Historia about how Eren doesnât open up to her anymore, how she felt he was slipping away.
You wanted to tell her what Eren really thought of her. The way he spent some nights ranting about how he felt obligated to date her, that sometimes he thinks of her as a fucking nuisance, like a snake that keeps coiling around his neck, suffocating. The times heâd wished sheâd just take a fucking hint and get that he didnât see a future with her.
You wanted to tell her about all the times Eren flirted with you, told you not to listen to any of her comments because, yeah, she could never pull off looking as good as you do. The times when heâd purposefully walk behind you, gripping at your soft waist and brushing his clothed cock against your ass, making sure you can really feel the length of him.
You wanted to tell her that even though she might be âdatingâ him, he was always coming back to your dorm late at night, hiking up his shirt around your waist and pressing his face into your chubby pussy, tonguing at your walls and pulling wave after wave of pleasure from you. That even though Historia may have had him that one time, heâs with you damn near every weekend, playing house.
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Youâre on all fours, your back arched perfectly to make the glide of Erenâs cock in your sopping cunt that much easier. âFuck, baby. Youâre gânna make me cum.â He grits out, teeth clenched. Youâre squeezing him like a vice, your pussy creaming around his dick so deliciously he can taste the orgasm on his tongue.
Heâll never get tired of this, heâll never get over how perfect your pussy molds for his cock, the velvety feeling of your cunt clenching around him. Heâs panting, sweat dripping from his forehead before landing on the deep arch in your back, trickling down. Fuck, he just wants to devour you all over again.
ââRen, gânna cum.â You moan for him, fuck, your voice is so fucking cute, the way your voice gets all high and whiny, has his cock throbbing inside you. âCum fâme, pretty. Make a mess fâme.â He groans out.Â
Itâs embarrassing, the way your pussy squelches as he fucks into you. He fashions your hair into a makeshift ponytail before pulling, bringing your back flush against his chest. His hands are everywhere, groping and pawing at your soft flesh.Â
He picks up the tempo of his thrusts, cock slamming into your warm, gushy center. Heâs whining in your ear about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, but itâs not until you hear him mumble about fucking a baby into you that you cum around his cock for the nth time that day. Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing as he fills you full of him.
Youâre both panting as you slowly come down from your highs, Eren slowly removing his cock from your abused cunt and the sight of your poor battered pussy has Eren feeling a bit.. peckish.
Youâre too busy catching your breath to notice Eren kissing along your spent body, only letting out a surprised yelp when you feel his hands spreading your cheeks and licking a bold stripe up your center.Â
You gasp as he eats you out like a man starved, slurping up your combined essence before sucking on your clit. His hands grope the flesh of your ass, occasionally leaving a bruising spank to each side.Â
Heâs practically making out your cunt, tonguing at the soft flesh and pressing wet kisses to your clit before lapping at the bundle of nerves.
It doesnât take long before another orgasm washes over you, soaking Erenâs face in your arousal. When he finally comes up for air, heâs pulling you into a wet kiss, the taste of you dancing on his tongue.
He pulls back slightly, pressing a quick peck to your cheek before getting up, moving to get the necessary items for aftercare. He cleans you up, dresses you in one of his favorite shirts and slides on a pair of boxers for himself before sidling next to you. He pulls you flush against his chest, pressing sweet kisses to your forehead as he traces shapes down your back.
This is why you always feel slightly bad for Mikasa. You know she craves for this level of intimacy with Eren and you know that her heart will break when he breaks the news of your relationship to her on Monday.
*sigh* If only she didnât feel like a 9-5.
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A friend, a mate, and all things in-between
18+ MDNI, fem!reader/werewolf!bsf!kiba
premise: after finding out the truth about the role you supposedly play in kibaâs life, you settle on a compromise of taking things slow and seeing where the wind takes you while youâre at it.
cw: monsterfucking, knotting, implied breeding, mounting, size difference, omegaverse themes, werewolf saliva used as aphrodisiac. college/modern AU, friends to lovers, established mating bond, jealousy, descriptions of a close call-cheating encounter in the past, usage of sweetheart and bunny as pet names for reader.
wc: 22.8k
find part one here!
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On Saturday, Kiba takes you out for dinner, exactly like heâd promised.
The restaurant by the lake that youâve decided to visit is quaint as much as it is familiar. The lighting is dim but warm, and the tables are clean even if some of the edges have been smoothed out with age and use. Pictures and framed newspaper articles cover the walls. All of them feature your little town in some way or another.
Thereâs a pleasant tune playing on the tiny, white speakers that are fixed in the corner. Youâre pretty sure youâve heard the song on the radio before. The easy-going notes resemble the elevator music you sometimes hear whenever you go shopping at the local mall and have to reach the garage underneath, but that doesnât mean itâs bad, necessarily.
If you had to describe the place, it reminds you of a diner thatâs gotten stuck in the past, that is if a diner was situated next to a lake and the modern aspects of it were entirely excluded, of course.
After all, there is a shiny new coffee machine sitting behind the counter, and the waitress is wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt instead of a uniform and rollerblades â the latter being a missed opportunity in your opinion.
But speaking of time; both yourself and Kiba used to come here all the time back when you were younger, even going so far back that your feet were left dangling in the air as soon as your butts had plopped onto the same plushy chairs youâre sitting in now. Making choices was easier back then â the only food you ordered had come from the kids menu.
You can still hear his, âAre ya gonna finish that?â somewhere in the back of your mind.Â
As well as his motherâs immediate hiss of disapproval, âFor goodnessâ sake, boy, let the poor girl eat her food in peace! With the way youâre acting, people are gonna start thinking that I donât feed you enough.â
In the beginning, you both ate here with your parents. Afterwards â when the soles of your sneakers were able to firmly touch the floor and Kiba had won the bet and got his driverâs license well before you did â it was mostly just the two of you.
But as you sit across from him at the table thatâs situated right next to the window, and which youâve personally favoured for years â you know that he prefers the one thatâs in the corner â you come to realize that this date is different from all the previous ones that youâve been on in this exact place with him.
Because unlike the rest, this one is actually for real.
And it shows, you think. In many ways, with the most obvious one being the fact that your best friend has tidied himself up rather nicely despite the high temperatures outside.
There are jeans instead of gym shorts on his strong legs, and clean shoes on his feet instead of the busted sneakers that he swears up and down are still holding on just fine. Heâs even gone through the hassle of putting on a short-sleeved button-up with a pretty pattern that cleverly melds into the colour of the cotton if youâre looking closely enough â not that you are!
In classic Kiba fashion, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone; open just enough for the glint of a thin golden chain to catch your eye whenever he tilts his head to the side or stretches his neck.
You havenât been staring at the piece of jewelry for long, wondering where or who heâd gotten it from, however you can still tell that thereâs no pendant hanging off the necklace. No charm or initial either.
Good.
Wait, wait, wait⌠why is that good? Are you by any chance hoping that heâll agree to wear yours because of it?
The thought succeeds in heating up your face with stress â a popular emotion this entire situation has been evoking as of late. Ever since he had admitted that you were his mate back in the tent, youâre still feeling the pressure of deciding if you actually want to be one.Â
And placing a mark like that on him, clasping your golden initial around his neck and consequently announcing that heâs your property now⌠Itâd signal just that, now wouldnât it?
Attempting to whisk away the dilemma thatâs been plaguing your mind for the last couple of days, you force your eyes to dip from your best friendâs neck, down to the plate of half-eaten food that youâve still got sitting in front of you.Â
Your grip on the fork is tight as you chew. The food is good, even if you canât taste it all that much from how absent-minded you are.
In a mere instant, Kiba is leaning in to ask, âYou okay?â
Heâs always asking that as of late.
Are you all right?
Is everything okay?
Are you sure?
âYeah.â The nod you give him is so stiff and fast that it comes across as unnatural instead of genuine. âIâm fine.â
You try to ignore the curious smile that curls his lips as he continues to watch you eat, undoubtedly inhaling the anxiety that riddles your scent in subtle waves now.Â
Heâs learned that it intensifies whenever his foot accidentally touches yours underneath the table. That it doubles in strength whenever he looks you in the eyes for too long. Sometimes it even happens when he grins. Practically everything seems to be setting you off today.
Youâre nervous, that much is clear. Are way up in your head about this entire thing just like you are with everything else that happens in your life. And while finding out that youâre basically a perfect biological match for your best friend is no small feat, the young werewolfâs opinion remains: you need to fucking relax.Â
With how hard youâre squeezing that fork, itâs making him fear that youâre trying to split it in half â an act that he definitely wouldnât mind doing to you again.
Woah there, reel it back in, lover boy⌠Easy!
Willing himself to push the dirty thought away by thinking about the food heâs eating instead, Kiba swallows the bite of steak heâd just been chewing on with a small, albeit conflicted sigh.Â
The meat tastes rich despite the fact that itâs been served nearly raw â the bloodier, the better when it comes to dining with a werewolf, you suppose â however, he finds it hard to fully appreciate the meal when unlike his taste buds, his libido is far from appeased.
âAnyways.â He pauses to glide the tip of his tongue across his front teeth, further appreciating the savory taste thatâs stuck there before he leans in slightly closer again. âYou look really pretty tonight.â
Hearing his compliment, you look up from your plate; carefully eyeing him from underneath your lashes which youâve taken the time to coat with a thin layer of mascara before leaving the house. It was a decision made solely for your own peace of mind.
Well, probably.Â
Taking a shallow breath now, you ask, âI do?â
âWhat kind of stupid question is that⌠âCourse youâre pretty, bunny. Youâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever had the pleasure of layinâ my eyes on,â he says, chuckling quietly and propping his cheek against one palm with such ease that itâs almost scary.
Watching you succumb further into yourself in response to his niceness is entertaining as hell, he canât lie. Youâre lost, vulnerable. If looks as sweet as the one thatâs sitting on your face right now had the power to kill, heâd be proclaimed a dead man ages ago.Â
It compels him to add, âYouâve always been pretty to me.â
Messing with you or not, what he says now is the truth. Sticking by your side in the role of your best friend for so many years, Kiba has seen you be at your best as often as heâs experienced you at your worst, and has nonetheless always, always thought the exact same thing about you: that youâre perfect.Â
Perfect for him, that is.
Whether youâre wearing trendy skirts or hoodies so big that they entirely hide your shape, he still likes you all the same. Whether youâre walking around with freshly washed hair and with make-up on your face, or youâre still stumbling around because youâve just woken up from a nap that has left you all disoriented and sweaty â to him thereâs no difference as long as itâs you.
Part of it is the bondâs doing. It veils you with an appeal that draws him to you no matter what. However, whilst that may be the case, he thinks that the majority of his wild infatuation has to do with plain familiarity instead.
After all, itâs your heart that is his favourite thing about you, that much heâs positive about⌠Even if the shy little smile that you give him now could be considered quite the competitor.Â
And quite the competitor it is! Kibaâs eyes are practically glued to the wet-like sheen of your lip gloss when you slowly shake your head to chide a meek, âStop it.â
âStop what?â he inquires immediately with a grin of his own.
âStop flirting,â you say, placing the fork back onto your plate with a soft clink. Crossing your legs underneath the table, your body language is trying its hardest to appear strict as you add, âWe said we were going to take it slow, rememberâŚ? Or are you just playing dumb on purpose?â
âWhatâre you talking about; we are taking it slow,â he says, his tone a matter-of-fact one. âActually, I doubt it can get much slower than this.â
Your lips purse in response. âTalking in a way that makes you sound like youâre trying to get into my pants does not mean slow, Kiba.â
âYouâre not wearing any pants, though.â His gaze slips down to the light sundress youâve put on for the night. It makes your tits look great, but he knows you wouldnât be happy to hear that.
You snap your fingers in front of his nose, forcing him to avert his attention from your dress. âThatâs besides the point and you know it.â
âOh, câmon.â He takes another bite of his food, then points his fork at you, seemingly in an accusatory type of way as he mutters, âIâm just saying⌠If we did it my way, I wouldâve bent you over ages ago.â
âCan⌠Can you not?! God.â You fight to extinguish the heat that immediately begins to simmer on your cheeks, but itâs proving to be quite difficult. The warmth is so strong that it even manages to travel down to the base of your neck. âJust⌠be quiet for a second, okay?â
His upper lip twitches as his grin widens. âWhy?â
âJust âcause!â
Kiba huffs a laugh at the slightly higher pitch that you speak in now, shoulders shaking the tiniest bit. He watches you clear your throat and readjust in your seat, and even goes as far as to drag his gaze from your face to your neck when you reach over to take a small sip of the cocktail youâve ordered. It still sits on the table looking half-full; creating a prominent circle of moisture on the crispy white table cloth underneath.Â
The drink is colourful and summery. Even has a little paper umbrella on top. He had joked about how girly it looks earlier, but had secretly considered ordering the exact same thing just to see what the inside of your mouth must taste like. After some consideration, heâd ended up settling on a coke though.
He knows youâd nag him to no end about drinking when heâs the one whoâs driving⌠even if alcohol doesnât do shit when it comes to him.
Still, girly drink or not, the ice somewhat succeeds in cooling you off and poses a challenge to the sudden heat of bashfulness that threatens to sweep you off your feet. Itâs like all your senses have gone acute all of a sudden.
The sigh you let out because of it is one of only partial relief.
âWhatâs the matter? You hot?â Kiba teases instantly, his voice dropping so dangerously low that you can almost feel it reverberate in your bones. âHot and bothered?â
âShut up,â you hiss before taking another sip, this time a larger one. You need it if you wish to endure this menace of a man.
âWhatâs in it for me?â the mentioned menace questions now, taunting you with that infuriating half-smile that he knows damn well provokes you immensely. He even goes as far as to wiggle his eyebrows as he gives his best effort to purr, âDoes it make you feel things, mm? Makes you wannaâ Hey!â
His taunting gets replaced with a huff of disapproval when you suddenly kick him in the shin, making the fork rattle atop your plate. The kick itself is nowhere near to being powerful enough to actually hurt him, considering his thick skin and the firm cords of muscle that hide underneath, but it does get the message across. Kind of.
âWhatâd you do that for?â A playful little pout sits on Kibaâs mouth now. It makes him look younger than he actually is; makes him resemble the kid that you spent all your time with back in high school, as well as all the years prior to that.Â
âBecause it was well deserved, you dumbass,â you mumble, still staring at his face. A small, slightly less nervous chuckle bubbles up your throat when he bristles in answer. âNow be quiet and eat your dinner.â
Not even batting an eye, he blurts out, âIâd rather eat you, though.â
You give it your best shot to scowl at him even if the tease sparks heat somewhere inside your middle all over again. Itâs the reason why your voice doesnât sound as strong as you want it to be when you say, âYouâre hopeless, you know that? Actually hopeless.â
âActually, I think I'm quite on my game tonight.â He gives you a wink, reaching for his fork again. âBut you can keep tellinâ yourself that if it makes ya feel any better, sweetheart.â
Heâs right.Â
It makes you sigh.
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The rest of your first proper date with your best friend goes well. Scarily so.
In fact, neither of you picks up the phone during the entirety of it. The only exception is when you decide to stalk your old classmates from high school together and share a good laugh about some of the results you stumble upon.
âOh shit, heâs actually completely bald⌠What the hell?â
âCalled it! I fuckinâ called it!â
Your face hurts from laughing so much and with the initial nervousness gone, dinner goes smoothly. You end up sharing dessert and talking nearly until closing time â releasing the growingly impatient waitress from your clutches at long last and mumbling sheepish apologies along the way because of it.Â
To be honest, the entire outing isnât much different from all the previous ones youâve indulged in the exact same restaurant all those years ago.
However, you soon find out that that is because the change in your dynamic presents itself afterwards; when he turns to look you in the eye the second you sit in his car and asks you if you want to go to his place, despite the fact that itâs getting late and he doesnât live with his mom anymore.
And you go. You nod your head yes and you fucking go. For what reason, you, yourself donât know, but you might as well find out while youâre at it.
So around quarter to midnight, you arrive to the little apartment that Kiba calls his new home. Itâs cozy and a little messy, though not to a degree that should cause concern. Otherwise, itâs lived in and definitely your standard guy apartment.
He shows you the kitchen, immediately rolling his eyes when your gaze lands onto the small pile of dishes in the sink â two cereal bowls and a mug that for some reason says âWorldâs Best Dadâ on it â and points you in the direction of the bathroom, his roommateâs bedroom, and finally, his own room, which you tell him youâll take a look at some other time, preferably during the day and when you donât have three sugary cocktails coursing your blood and clouding your better judgement.Â
You did say that you were going to take it slow, after all.
By the time he drags you into the living room, you let out a small gasp of joy when you come face to face with Akamaru, who lays curled up on the couch, depicting the epitome of comfort.
Scurrying to sit down next to the big pup and offering him your hand to sniff so that he can hopefully recognize you despite not seeing you in years, you begin to understand what Kiba had meant with the term âsenior dogâ during your camping trip earlier.
Christ, heâs gotten so old.
âSo, what do you think?â your best friend calls out from the hallway now. Heâd gone there to hang up your jacket for you at first, but it seems like heâs also using the chance to turn off the lights as he goes.Â
âŚAs well as to run off into his room to change his fancy clothes for a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a simple T-shirt. Typical.
âItâs a nice place. Pretty spacious.â Youâre too busy petting Akamaru, pretending you arenât interested in him when he throws himself onto the couch right next to you, even if your body tenses up just the tiniest bit at the closeness.
Youâve already fucked him, for crying out loud â several times in the span of one night. What are you acting so damn nervous for?
âBut?â he mumbles, seemingly not noticing the subtle change in your body language as he crosses his ankles and flicks on the television.Â
âWhat do you mean but? Thereâs no but,â you chide in answer, still scratching the white canine behind the ears and really trying to put all your focus into the movement instead of the warmth of your best friendâs body that is slowly spilling into your side now.Â
The brown patches in Akamaruâs fur have gotten dull in colour with old age. His eyes look tired and heâs also nowhere as lively as he used to be, though he still puts in the effort to give you an appreciative little wag of his tail when your fingers dig into the sweet spot that you remember is hiding underneath his chin.Â
âThereâs always a but with you,â Kiba insists, changing the channel yet again. Heâs not paying attention to the TV, not really anyways, but he pretends that he does just so that you can breathe a little easier.
However, when you turn your head so that you can shoot him a glare for the sly remark, you catch him staring right back at you with that stupidly lovestruck smile playing on his lips.
Lowering your gaze, you try to act like it doesnât cause butterflies to start fluttering inside your belly. Meanwhile, he tries to act like he canât smell the sudden sweetness that the feeling evokes in your scent.
âOh, fine.â You pause, ceasing the petting for a moment. âI suppose it could use a little bit of a womanâs touch here and there⌠And you definitely couldâve washed the dishes prior to inviting me, but thatâs all.â
âFor your information, I didnât wash the dishes âcause itâs Kankuroâs turn to do âem,â he says. And grins. âAnd if the place really needs a womanâs touch as badly as you say it does, then youâre more than welcome to touch it all over.â
âKankuro is your roommate, I take it?â you ask, choosing to skip over the thing heâs hinting at. The butterflies still continue to flutter, though.
âYep,â Kiba replies, playing with the remote now. The symbol on the power button has long since faded out with use and it doesnât surprise him really. Him and Kankuro had found the TV on Facebook Marketplace. Bought it so cheap that it felt like a steal.
You listen to the quiet click of claws as Akamaru slides off the couch and ventures down the hallway, aiming straight towards Kibaâs bedroom. Heâs probably going to use the chance to hog up as much space on the bed as he possibly can before his owner can beat him to it. Smart dog.
âWhatâs he like?â you inquire. âThis Kankuro guy?â
âHeâs, you know⌠Kanks is just a regular dude as far as Iâm concerned,â your best friend says, still staring at the remote. âCleans up after himself and is good with Akamaru. He does that cosplayinâ shit from time to time, though⌠Paints his face for those anime conventions that you see online and stuff. Itâs pretty dope.â
âDoes he know about,â you trail off, making sure to lower your voice just in case, âyou know⌠The whole howling at the moon thingy?â
âFuck no.â Kiba shakes his head, his lips curling into a smile. âYou, Hana and mom are still the only ones who know, but now Iâm kind of starting to think that I shouldâve kept it a family secret instead of telling your dorky ass about it⌠Howling at the moon thingy? What are ya; twelve?â
You stick your tongue out at him at the remark. He tries not to stare at it for too long.
âSayâŚâ A couple of moments pass. Your gaze dips to your lap as you ask, âHow come you never told Tamaki?â
The mention of his ex-girlfriend makes Kiba want to cringe. His smile falters, twitching downwards at the corners, but he forces it to remain at least semi-present despite the fact that youâre not looking at him. Either your hands must have become the most interesting thing in the world, or youâre ashamed for inquiring about his past relationships.
âAh, you know,â he mutters after a short moment of silence. His tone sounds very distant out of the blue. âJust never found the right time for it, I suppose.â
You hum at his answer; just a little noise of acknowledgement. âYou never found the time even after being with her for⌠several years?â
How could he, if it also meant having to explain that he was eternally tied to his best friend; the girl heâd always assured her that she shouldnât be worried about?
Kiba gives a hard, obvious swallow, unable to stop his jaw from clenching a little. âYeah.â
You pick at your nails, pretending thereâs something underneath them in order to appear busy. âDo you miss her?â
âI, um⌠I think I used to, but I definitely donât anymore.â He sees the dumbfounded look you give him now and scrubs a tired hand over his face. âI know it sounds awful when I put it like that, trust me, I know, but the bond between me and you doesnât let me feel things like⌠that anymore. For other people, I mean. Itâs just⌠Itâs a bitch to explain.â
He had loved Tamaki. Perhaps he still does; in a way that would never be enough for her and that is considerably less than what she actually deserves, but after finally connecting with you, his mate, the mere thought of ever being intimate with someone else again repulses him greatly.Â
Heâd tried to make it work. To give her what sheâd desired, deserved. Every embrace, kiss, conversation, trip, and so much more. However, youâd always been right there, sitting in the back of his mind during it all. And now that heâd gotten the chance to place his mouth on yours, and had tasted you, had been inside you, he feels so fucking stupid for even attempting to do such a thing in the first place.
Itâs either you or nobody.
âSo, anyway⌠Cosplay, huh?â you ask randomly, clearly trying to brush the heavy topic away despite being the one who initiated it.Â
He blinks, slowly. âWhat about it?â
âYou really think itâs cool?â
âYes,â he snips all of a sudden. The change of tone makes you even more puzzled than you already are, especially when he adds, âIs it that hard to believe or somethinâ?â
âWell⌠yeah,â you mumble while scratching your cheek. Itâs a challenge to contain the surprise that tries to show on your face now; your eyebrows are insisting on rising up nearly to your hairline. âI mean, the Kiba I know wouldâve straight up bullied a person like that.â
He blanches at your statement. âThat was one time! I was just being honest with the poor suckers when I told them that carrying Yu-Gi-Oh! cards to school is the reason why theyâre all still virgins⌠In fact, I was probably doing them a favour!â
âNo,â you object. âYou were being mean.â
âThen itâs a good thing that weâre not in high school anymore, I guess.â He flicks the remote onto a nearby pillow and crosses his arms behind his head before he says, âAnd just so you know, Iâm not just some mean asshole that you constantly keep referring to me as. People can change. Myself included.â
âI didnâtâ... I didnât mean it like that,â you reply a bit too fast, feeling every blink your eyelids make. His gaze is unmoving from your face and itâs causing you to become hyper-aware of your body. âI know thereâs more to you than just acting like a prick, come on. I wouldnât be friends with you otherwise.â
He sighs in answer, his face tight. You do the same.
Awkwardness settles in.
âUh,â you utter at some point, finally daring to look up at him again. âWant to tell me the reason why you like it, though?â
âLike what?â he asks dumbly.
âCosplay.â
âOh.â A brief second passes before he, at long last, chuckles. Youâre relieved to see his shoulders sag a bit with it. âWell, if Iâve gotta pick one thing, I guess itâs âcause most of the chicks are dressed in those hot, skintight bodysuits?â
âSeriously?â A pang of jealousy resonates within you, but you do your best to repress it. Itâs too early to be feeling all that. âThatâs the best thing you can come up with? Girls in tight bodysuits?â
âNo, Iâm just messinâ with ya, hahâŚâ He grins, but swallows thickly again and runs his fingers over the back of his head before he continues, âWhile those are nice, donât get me wrong, I guess I really like it because itâs like Halloween, in a way?â
âHalloween?â you repeat, even more confused.
âYeah.â He gives you a nod that could almost come across as sheepish. âSomeone can dress up as something thatâs supposed to be big and scary, and when people see it, they arenât⌠Well, they arenât afraid of it, necessarily? Instead they just think itâs cool and fun, you know?â
Finally, Kiba tears his gaze from your face, allowing it to settle onto his lap instead. Silence stretches between you once more as you continue to stare at him. Your head tilts to the side just as his drops lower, and you make the decision to reach out so that you can gently pat his knee in understanding.
Your entire body begins to glow from within when his hand rests atop your own. He traces your knuckles and gives them a gentle squeeze. The sensation is truly something you havenât had the chance to experience before with anyone other than your best friend. Thereâs just so much nostalgia hiding in the small portrayal of affection.
The tone of your voice slips into something soft because of it, so soft that it comes across as barely above a whisper even to his sensitive wolf hearing when you ask, âI take it that that someone is you, in your⌠other form?âÂ
âWhat? No, I, uh⌠Itâs not me.â He lets go of your hand to awkwardly clear his throat, trying to ignore the sudden ache that appears in it before he sits cross-legged and rests his elbows on his knees.Â
By the time heâs ready to speak again, heâs already fiddling with his fingers. âBesides, even if I actually wanted to go, I still couldnât. Iâm far too big for that. Far too⌠scary-lookinâ.â
He wants to though, you can see it bright as day. Can see that heâs tired of hiding a whole other half of himself â a half that heâll unfortunately have to keep hidden for as long as he lives. Tired of making excuses and being overly cautious when heâs the exact opposite of it, and missing out on important events whenever theyâre set on days following up to a full moon. Tired of receiving weird, uncomfortable glances whenever instinct takes over and his true nature pushes forward a bit too far past the barriers, when all he yearns for is to be liked.
Just⌠fed up with it all.
However, you also know that Kiba hates being perceived as vulnerable. So rather than moping with him and indulging his sadness and thus worsening it, you instead use the chance to snort and playfully nudge him in the shoulder.Â
âOh, yeah?â you say, making sure the lilt in your voice is overly noticeable. âIs that so?â
The nudge you give him makes him look up, as does the sudden change in your tone. At the sight of your friendly smile and the challenge simmering in your eyes, his expression eventually lightens to something a bit less stormy.
Youâll do just about anything to drag your best friend out of the bubble of melancholy that heâs surrounded himself with.Â
And the best thing about it? You know that he wouldâve done the same for you.
âYeah,â he says, playing along now, albeit reluctantly. Heâs still not quite where you want him exactly, but youâre getting there.
âWell, how big and scary are we talking, big boy?â you continue to inquire, wiggling your eyebrows.Â
âIââ He snickers at your flirtatious prodding, rolling his eyes right afterwards. âToo big for anyone to handle,â he says, âand that includes you.â
âI donât believe that.â
Can he truly get that big? Youâve never had the chance to see him turn full wolf yet, so his statement causes your stomach to fill with warmth. Heat travels downwards, over your thighs and between your legs, and you swear that you can hear him inhale a breath thatâs slightly deeper than usual when it happens.Â
The unannounced nerves are making you want to start pacing around the room, but you force your body to keep still.
âWell, you not believing me ainât my problem, now is it?â he says, his smile suddenly wistful now. The light that comes from the TV makes his unnaturally big canines glimmer with moisture. Itâs hard to not look at his mouth because of it.Â
Words slightly wobbly, you manage to say, âIâm your mate, though.â
Mate. He perks up at the word, just like he always does, but his voice doesnât make him sound particularly fazed as he utters, âAnd?â
âAnd that makes me your problem,â you explain, finally daring to move so that you can scratch your cheek again. Itâs nothing more but an attempt at self-soothing. âDoesnât it?â
Youâre unsure why youâre pushing on this specific topic â especially after being the one who had once again suggested taking things slow in the first place â however, to be fair, youâve been curious about it for a long while, even before youâd tangled yourself into this whole âbonded for lifeâ mess.
But now that the link has been revealed, the desire to lay your eyes on the unthinkable has become as potent as ever.
There is just something so undeniably appealing about the idea of seeing him in his werewolf form. Something thrilling in discovering the unknown; touching it with your hands and grazing it with the tips of your fingers. Something reassuring in accepting all of him, especially after heâd just partially trusted you with his insecurities revolving around this specific topic.
So yes, itâs either that, or itâs the newly discovered monsterfucker thatâs been hiding inside you this whole time thatâs talking and coaxing him into showing himself now. Or perhaps itâs both. Who knows?
You try to feign indifference to the best of your capability as you wait for his answer, even if every single inch of you is buzzing with relentless expectation.Â
With bated breath that could very well match your own to perfection, Kiba inches ever so slightly closer, seemingly completely unintentionally. His gaze is laser-focused as he studies every feature that your face provides. The curve of your jaw, the shape of your lips, the colour of your eyes â he burns it all into memory before he at long last settles on the upper corner of your left cheek.
His burning stare causes your heart to pound faster than it normally would, and you know that he can hear it despite the fact that his ears are nowhere near your chest. Still, you insist on not moving a muscle. Insist on being brave.
âIâm too big for ya,â he says finally, gesturing over himself with his hand. âThis is all youâre gonna get after youâre done playing the âtakinâ it slowâ game with me.â
You bristle, clearly displeased with his answer. âBut Iâmââ
âIt doesnât work like that,â he interrupts, shaking his head. âBelieve me, I wish it would, but it still doesnât change the fact that youâre only human.â
âHumans can adapt! And being one, as youâve so kindly pointed out, Iâm pretty sure I can take it,â you object, heart still going thump, thump, thump! Something tells you that this isnât just about cheering him up anymore. âActually, I know I can.â
If heâs fucked you like a feral animal without transforming, how off the rails can he get if he doesnât have anything holding him back anymore?Â
You tense up when he gives you a harsh, almost derisive kind of laugh. Sit straighter when he says, âIâd tear you to shreds.â
âNo, you wouldnât.â
âThe point is that I could.â The corners of his mouth twitch downwards at the horrible thought. âAnd thatâs not something Iâm willing to risk.â
You roll your eyes. âSince when are you one to say no to taking risks?â
âSince last week,â he replies. âGive or take.â
âYou meanâŚ?â A quick wave of heat washes over your face again. You went camping last week and heâd slipped into rut whilst sharing a tent with you; accidentally confessing everything thatâs tied him to you ever since heâd first laid eyes on you all those years ago.Â
He nods. âYouâd be surprised how much being with a mate can change a wolf⌠Iâm boring as fuck now.â
âBut I donât want you to change! I love you just the way you are,â you find yourself saying. The reason must be that last cocktail you persuaded yourself into ordering and eventually drinking. Itâs untied your tongue like itâs nothing but a measly shoelace.
NeverthelessâŚÂ
Love.
Kibaâs breath hitches at the word, deeply-rooted emotions swelling within his broad chest, however he â very painfully â chooses not to ask to hear it again as soon as the subtle whiff of anxiety wafts over to his nose.
Youâre embarrassed because of what youâve just said. It makes his chest squeeze to the brink of pain.
âI meanââ you start, fumbling with your words. âIââ
âItâs okay,â he says, patting your knee as casually as heâs able despite the fact that the smile he gives you now seems just a smidge too tight. âI know what you meant. Now stop making it awkward or Iâm gonna fucking lose it.â
Hyper-sensitive â his touch lights your skin on fire. His palm barely moves from its initial spot, but you can feel every callus to adorn his fingers, every minuscule stroke, as well as the reassuring squeeze that makes you want to straight up jump his bones.
And fuck, itâs nice. So nice, in fact, that it persuades you to stop him when he goes to pull his hand off your leg.
âWait⌠donât.â
âMm?â
âYou can touch me.â The words roll off your tongue before you can reel them back in again, but you still decide to put on your bravest front even if your upper lip is a second away from quivering.
Short-lived surprise crosses Kibaâs face. You watch with nervous eyes as his hand falters before it eventually settles on its original spot again. He grasps it more firmly this time. Squeezes with intent instead of reassurance.
Thereâs a beat of unsure stillness in the air before he brings himself to ask, âLike that?â
You give him a nod, feeling a little more confident while also paying mind not to be so tense. There are so many things you have to keep track of; god, why canât you just relax and be more like him? Everything has to be so darn complicated whenever it comes to you!Â
âBunny,â he says, his tone still slightly unsure. âI thought I told you to stop making it awkward.â
Phantom lightning strikes your insides, melting them into liquid. âIâm not making it awkward.â
ââCourse you are. Youâre completely stiff.â His grip tightens and it makes your eyes grow wide and your body turn even tenser in response.Â
His own eyes arenât their usual chocolate brown shade when he lifts his gaze to look at you again, but they sure are dark as sin.Â
âSee?â is all he says, a little out of breath.Â
âIâm not,â you insist, the sentence completely useless. Your throat feels terribly dry all of a sudden. It makes your tongue stick to the roof of your mouth. âYouâre just⌠imagining things.â
He quirks one brow. Repeats your challenge from earlier with the same tone, âOh, yeah?âÂ
You bite your lip â a lame attempt to refocus. âYeah.â
But before you know it, he uses one hand to shove you until youâre laying flat on your back, sinking deeper into the couch cushions, causing you to let out a little noise of startlement.Â
His head pops into your field of vision as he hovers over you now. Aside from the light that comes from the TV, the room is shrouded in darkness. It makes only half of his face visible, however you can still see the glimmer of his teeth when he smiles down at you.
âYouâre still sure about me imagining things?â he asks, clasping his fingers around the fat of your thigh. ââCause this is looking pretty real to me.â
âY-yes,â you reply, challenging him further. âIâm sure.â
His grin turns wolfish as he drags his gaze over your somewhat disheveled form. Across both of your collarbones, now exposed due to the thin spaghetti straps of your dress slipping off your shoulders slightly, as well as the rising hem thatâs slowly showing off more and more of your legs.
Heâs looking at you like heâs planning to eat you. But rather than digging in, all he does is sneer as he says, âBrave words for someone who oddly resembles a plank right now.â
Well⌠that certainly wasnât what you were expecting.
âFuck you,â you drawl in answer, a mere hint of disappointment crossing your features â disappointment youâll never admit to feeling. Urging your body to relax once more just so that you can prove him wrong, you instead try to focus on calming down your breathing.
However, itâs hard to do so when your best friend is literally on top of you, watching you with hungry eyes and the most complacent of smiles. Hard to do so when his fingers are now toying with the string that ties the front of your dress together and holds your tits in place. Hard to do so whenâ
A small gasp escapes your lips when he jabs you in the side all of a sudden.
The bridge of your nose scrunches in annoyance. When you try to stop him from repeating the action, he just takes you by the wrist and uses the chance to pin it above your head. âDonât do that.â
âOr what?â He huffs a laugh at your weak attempt to fight back. Pokes you in the side again, making you whine. âWhat are you gonna do âbout it, hmm?âÂ
You donât say anything as you squirm underneath him, trying to break free from his grip, but your efforts are to no avail. Heâs got you locked in tight; has even made sure to pin your other hand the same way he did the first one when you tried to use it to push him in the chest.
âCâmon, bunny,â he taunts, his smile growing, growing, growing. Gosh, he really is such a wolf, isnât he? âIs that really the best you can do?â
âNo, itâs just not fair,â you say, trying to tame your pulse. The position youâve wound up in is making your mind wander to all sorts of things. Dirty things.
âWhatâs not fair?â he asks, rubbing his thumb across your wrist.
âThe fact that youâre so much stronger than me and expect me to throw you off like itâs nothing,â you mumble, huffing as you look up at the spot where heâs pressing down on your wrists. âI mean, how am I supposed to do anything, when you can hold me down with just one hand?â
The way his pupils widen with obvious excitement at your statement should concern you, but you know better than to think that heâd ever actually hurt you. Itâs just the predator in him playing. A side he cannot stop from slipping into the spotlight every so often. A side he feels safe enough to share with you.
He likes being described as big and overpowering. Call it a guilty pleasure.
âTry using your legs,â he says, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with want. You can still distinguish the smile in it though. âI heard bunnies are supposed to have quite a kick to âem.â
âIâm not an actual bunny, shut up,â you fuss, but do exactly as he says. You kick your legsâŚ
âŚand end up wrapping them around his waist instead.
Flustered warmth sears your face, neck and chest all over again as your ankles lock on the small of his back seemingly by their own accord. The skirt of your dress hikes up with the movement, exposing more of your thighs; offering him a glimpse of your cutesy underwear that you didnât think twice about wearing because you werenât planning on starting anything with him tonight.
And yet here you are.
The rise in temperature that youâre feeling all over blazes into something more profound now. Heat gathers in your stomach. Your legs. Between them, too. Anticipation tightens your skin, bringing the blood that runs underneath it to an angry simmer.
Kibaâs smile slowly fades when he senses the particular tension that now riddles the air around you. You stare at each other even if itâs hard for you and easy for him. For fuckâs sake, it feels like heâs burning holes into your fucking forehead when he looks at you like that.
âWhat is it?â you ask, nerves working overtime. âDo I have something stuck in my teeth?â
âYou smell so fucking good when youâre turned on, did you know that?â he rasps in answer, completely ignoring your question and pitiful attempt at diffusing the situation. His nose is already leading him to that very tender spot hiding in the crook of your neck.
You flinch when he nudges your jawline, silently asking you for permission to give him more space. Not trusting the lump of nervosity thatâs taken up residency inside your throat to not betray you all of a sudden, you allow it wordlessly and by angling your head slightly to the right.
âYour scent is so⌠I can smell how wet your cunt is even from here, god,â he trails off without an ounce of shame, every word lower and lower in tone. He takes another deep breath. Savours it with a soft groan. âYouâre killinâ me, sweetheart.â
Embarrassment flashes through you like lightning does a stormy sky. The realization that he can immediately pick up on the scent of your arousal â as well as the aftermath that the ability brings â is overwhelming.Â
It makes your heart thrum even faster than it did before. Consequently, your thoughts are now nothing more but a jumbled mess as you desperately attempt to tame your pulse back into a rhythm thatâs normal instead of completely erratic.
But itâs not just you whoâs having a hard time. The muscles in Kibaâs arms have gone completely stiff and his inhales are deep and audible instead of calm. He only pauses them to press cautious little kisses over your neck, most of which he eventually starts mixing with even smaller nips with the help of his teeth.
Youâre pouring with sweat because of it. His apartment is warm, too warm even if it didnât feel like that before, and his mouth is hot just like his tongue is as it repeatedly presses against your sweet spot. The action even causes goosebumps to appear all over your arms and legs. Great.
âRelax,â he mumbles, the tip of his nose practically smushed against your neck. âWeâve done this before.â
âWhat makes you think that weâll do it again?â you hiss, fighting tooth and nail to appear authoritative. It doesnât come off as strongly as you want it to, though.
âCall it a hunch,â he says, unable to resist a smirk. âOr whatever.â
Your lips remain a firm line. Unimpressed. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
âSure am,â he trails off with a lazy grin as his fingers brush the side of your neck. He looks at you. And winks. âYou can be too, if you wanna. Full of me, I mean.â
âN-no?! The hell,â you splutter out, squirming even more. Sly motherfucker, damn him. âI thought I told you-â
âRelax! Câmon,â he repeats, huffing another laugh. âYou know damn well that Iâm just fucking with you, sorry, messing⌠No need to lecture me all the time.â
You roll your eyes. âYou say that as if you can actually be lectured in the first place.â
He quirks an eyebrow. âDid it ever cross that naggy mind of yours that I donât listen to you because I donât want to, and not because I canât?â
âOh yeah, many times,â you reply, glaring at him. âDrives my naggy mind crazy.â
He muses like a satisfied cat at your statement. âYou drive me crazy.â
âStop hitting on me!â Your entire face scrunches up in annoyance. âSweet talking isnât gonna get you laid.â
âThen what will?â He drags his tongue along your pulse point. Blows air on the trail of saliva so that he can watch you writhe at the cold sensation to overcome you, then. âYou want me to chase you around a lilâ bit first? Play a little game of prey versus predator with ya to get you to sit on my dick tonight?â
A small groan of agitation is the best you can do when it comes to answering his taunting.
âOr do you want me to really work for it, hmm, bunny?â His grip tightens around your wrists. As if to serve as a reminder. âEven though, judging by how youâre lookinâ right now, I could just take it all for myself either way?â
Your breath hitches in the back of your throat. âYou wouldnât.â
His upper lip curls, revealing those sharp canine teeth again. âYeah, youâre right. I wouldnât.âÂ
But he could.
Still, your breaths continue to intermingle. Doubt gets overridden by lust. Hands explore; one pair of them courageous as it can be, the other perfectly timid in contrast. The former even uses that courage to hike the hem of your dress up to your waist, completely exposing your lower half amidst all the grinding and writhing thatâs slowly, but surely, coming into fruition.Â
Kiba looks like heâs already won as he leers between your legs with that obnoxiously knowing glint in his eye and the equally as infuriating half-smile.Â
He seems to be aware that youâre trying your absolute hardest not to react to the obvious bulge thatâs in his sweatpants now. That youâre trying to ignore the rushing thrill that surges through you whenever he presses it against your traitor of a cunt â which still hides under the plain cotton panties you apparently swore you wouldnât let him see tonight.
So he pushes it against you again. And again. Applying pressure, rubbing, testing out the playing field, waiting for you to tell him to stop.Â
You donât though. No, all you do is bite your lip in order to suppress the moan thatâs impatiently waiting behind your clenched teeth and wiggle your hips whenever the hot contact strikes.
âFuck, youâre so cute.â He canât hide how entertained he is as he mumbles, âYou want my cock? âCause Iâll more than gladly give it to ya.â
A low hiss slips past your lips when his hard-on manages to bump your clit over the layers of clothes. It makes your brows furrow and your legs squeeze around his waist even tighter.Â
âI didnâtââ You pause to close your eyes and inhale a rather wobbly breath. By the time you open them again, heâs already staring right back. âI didnât say that.â
âYou donât have to,â he says, his own eyes flashing with what you think could be pride. âI can already tell from how fuckinâ soaked you are... Look.â
He reaches down between you then, running a single knuckle down your clothed slit. Your hips buck in answer to the touch almost immediately; the damp patch thatâs formed on your underwear now turning more noticeable, shaping the outline of your pussy even further.
It makes him yearn to tug your panties to the side so that he can feel the slick coating his fingers before he can push them into your tight little hole, but he knows youâll cause a fuss and close up on him if he moves even a smidge too quickly for your liking.
Still, the sight nearly makes him drool. His cock twitches. Starts to physically ache with need. Itâs not as bad as it was during his rut last week, but fuck⌠this entire stage of foreplay and trying to lure you into pound town could be a close second, he canât lie.
âDo you always get this wet whenever someone touches you,â he finds himself asking, âor is all of this just fâme?â
He hopes itâs the latter. Wants it so bad. The mere thought of someone else seeing you like this, touching you, spreading their scent all over you, claiming you, loving you⌠Heâd let you go if you wanted to be with someone other than him, heâs told you so before, but that doesnât mean that heâd be particularly happy about it.
Actually, heâd be quite miserable. Excruciatingly so.
You give him a pointed glare, face stern. Heâs received the same look from you so many times over the years that heâs grown to love it, but you donât fail to notice how his smile tightens with each passing moment that he waits for you to answer his question.
âWell?â he pushes, unable to resist. His eyes are getting more yellow by the second and his teeth are getting bigger. It makes his voice sound gruff as he says, âWhoâs it for, bunny, mm?â
âIâm not telling you,â you say quietly, trying to make sense of all the emotions that are swelling up inside your chest now.
Itâs a challenge to do so when theyâve been continuously swept under the rug for years on end and have only just recently been brought back into the open, though. When youâre unsure where your friendship stands. When you donât even know if the love that your best friend feels for you is actually genuine, or if itâs just a thing thatâs been forced forward solely because of the mating bond that eternally connects him to you.
You canât help but wonder: would he still love you the same way he loves you now even if you werenât his mate? If he were nothing more but a simple human, unable to connect with someone on such a deep biological level. Would he still fall for you â his best friend?
Or would he still be with his now ex-girlfriend, surely renting an apartment with her and exchanging doting glances and smiles during breakfast every morning, mind completely free from you the second youâd leave for college after every summer?
Would he even be your friend?
What if youâre just a burden to him?
âHey.â
The sudden pinch that you receive to your left cheek tugs you out of your inner turmoil that has come to plague you all of a sudden.
Kibaâs eyebrows are cinched tight when you blink up at him. A small wrinkle of worry etches into his forehead and continues to deepen with the heavy silence to surround you. Even his jaw seems to be set firmly in place.Â
Instead of hot and bothered, he just looks plain worried now despite the gleam of sweat on his brow and the almost sex hair.
âMm?â is all you decide to let out whilst rubbing your wrists that heâs since let go of.
âYou okay?â he asks, choosing to stroke your cheek instead of pinching it this time around. The pads of his fingers are rough, but his touch is surprisingly gentle. âYouâve completely zoned out on me just now.â
âIâm fine,â you say, despite that your chest remains feeling unbearably tight. The urge to touch it as a means to console yourself is hard to suppress, however youâre well aware that itâd just cause him to worry even further. âSorry.â
âYou sure? âCause you smell kind of sad all of a sudden,â he mumbles, wolf eyes still zeroing in on you. Heâs following every minuscule movement you make and itâs unnerving. âAnd I donât know about you, but that definitely ainât a thing a dude would want his girl to feel when heâs planning on sinking balls deep into her.â
âSad?â you repeat, ignoring the lewd comment even if it makes you feel tingly between your legs. His cock, albeit not as hard anymore, is still persistently pressing against your pussy.
âYeah,â he says. âKind of like rain.â
This fascinates you. Your expression lightens as a result. âYou mean like petrichor?â
He gives you somewhat of a dumb look, biting the inside of his cheek. âWhat?â
âNever mind, itâs just something dorky we learned in school,â you say, chuckling faintly at the confused puzzlement that now sits on his face. âForget I said anything.â
He doesnât respond, so you sigh, running your palm over the side of your neck heâd just been kissing a moment prior. The skin there is still warm. Tender. It makes you shiver when your fingers graze it.
âCâmon, whatâs wrong?â he mutters, still eyeing you just as intensely as before. âI can tell whenever somethingâs bothering you⌠Spit it out.â
âNothing is bothering me, okay? Gosh,â you try to reassure him, but still turn your head to the side to stare at the television.Â
The movie heâd put on earlier is already halfway through and you doubt he has the option to rewind it. Oh, well.
Watching you dismiss the entire thing, Kiba looks like heâs about to fight you on it, surely getting ready to accuse you of being a liar like heâs had a habit of playfully doing in the past. However, just when his mouth pops open to say the words, you prevent him from doing so by pressing both of your palms on his front and gathering up his T-shirt between your fingers.
He stills only for a second before he starts to push out his chest at your touch, puffing up with male-like bravado as he goes. His shoulders square up. His eyes flash with that sublime yellow colour. And you might be imagining the whole thing at this point, but you swear that even his scent grows stronger in intensity.Â
The entire room is engulfed by that signature amber scent now. You peer up at him once more, mind slightly hazy and astounded.
But besides the astonishment, you also feel⌠soothed. Kind of.
Burden or no burden, heâs down bad for you all the same, isnât he?Â
âWhat is it now?â he grumbles in answer to the wide look in your eyes. âYouâre starinâ at me all weird-like again.â
You swallow the saliva thatâs gathered in your mouth for what must be the millionth time tonight. Itâs runny and thin, laced with adrenaline. âAre you courting me right now?â
âHuh?â His face twists into a look of pure confusion for a second time in a row.
âYouâre pushing your chest out like a bird during one of those mating dances that you see on TV,â you explain, tugging on his T-shirt as if itâll help you prove your point. âAre you trying to impress me or something?â
âTsch⌠What? No... Itâs just, ah⌠The fuck?â He blinks, shaking his head as if heâs trying to get his thoughts in order. His back hunches slightly with the action. Youâve caught him completely off guard.
You smile. âWhat is it, then?â
âItâs just my body reacting to a mateâs touch, damn⌠I told you about it in the woods last week, didnât I? Whatâs with all the questions all of a sudden?â He clicks his tongue against his teeth once more, apparently unaffected by what you have to say, but also immediately draws back; causing distance until heâs lying between you and the backrest of the couch instead of on top of you.Â
Youâre not aware of it, but heâs beginning to blush like a sucker after he realizes how that treacherously primal part of his brain had made him react just now â fully without his knowledge.
Trying to appear bigger and wooing you with his scent? What are you, animals? Besides, you arenât even capable of distinguishing pheromones like he can, for fuckâs sake! Whatâs he doing all of this weird shit for?!
This time, heat continues to climb up Kibaâs neck instead of yours, and overtakes his entire face with such speed that it makes his cheeks itchy. Even the tips of his ears have turned hot to the touch. He feels like heâs on the verge of melting into a puddle of despair any second now.
Gosh, you must think heâs such a loser.
He doesnât say anything else as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer until your back is pressed against his chest, feeling slightly relieved to not hear any protests from your side.Â
But to some extent, heâs not all that surprised. While you might be taking this entire thing slow, spooning is nothing new. Youâve done it even whilst you were both desperately trying to keep your friendship as something purely platonic instead of whatever it is now. So when you compare it to all the grinding that you did just now, this is angel city.
His voice is barely above a sheepish murmur as he says, âWhatever⌠Letâs just watch the movie, yeah?â
You donât mention that the film is nearing its end and that youâve already seen it in theaters a couple months ago with your friends from college. Nor the fact that you found his little portrayal of desire â as well as the feeling of embarrassment that followed it afterwards â outright adorable and that it helped ease your worries a little bit.
No, all you do is snuggle up closer to him and nod your head yes.
âââ
Summer passes by quickly when youâre reunited with your best friend again.
If you had to describe the last couple of months with one word, itâd be nostalgic. During the days when heâs off work and youâre not busy with your family, Kiba makes sure to take you on a trip down memory lane one way or another.Â
On some evenings, you drop by the small convenience store that you used to constantly occupy as kids, so that you can buy popsicles and then sit on a bench in the nearby park; taking turns licking the different flavours and talking late into the night, or at least until the artificial colouring has been wiped away from your tongues.Â
On particularly hot days, you drive to the lake where youâve both been taught how to swim by your parents in order to cool off, and compete to see who's able to hold their breath the longest. He ends up being the winner almost every time, of course, and never misses the chance to rub it in your face.
You even still do shitty movie marathons, however this time theyâre occasionally accompanied by Kibaâs roommate, Kankuro, who youâve since learned is a pretty cool guy, despite his slightly odd obsession with purple face paint. Heâs also the one whoâd helped you bake Kibaâs birthday cake back in July.
All in all, things concerning your best friend have remained quite the same as theyâve always been. Well, most of them did.
There may have been a couple of changes here and there ever since youâve learned you were his mate.Â
Some are pretty tame. For example, you canât brush over the look of pure longing that appears in his eyes as he watches you lick a rogue droplet of sugar whenever youâre sucking on the popsicle heâd just handed you. Or the way his touch lingers on your shoulders and traces down your spine and hips when you ask him to help you apply sunscreen on your back after your swim.
But then there are some of the more twisted kind. Sometimes, whenever Kankuro canât make it to your movie marathons, you also canât ignore the way your best friend sighs and grunts and whispers the nastiest of profanities into the side of your neck as you sit on his lap and rub your clothed pussy against the hard-on in his pants.
Itâs always done the same way. On his couch, in the dark, and never talked about afterwards since it tends to make you both agitated with even more lust. Your skirt is bunched up in his too-big hands â youâre always making sure they donât go any farther than that because they try, oh boy, do they try â and there are zero kisses exchanged between you in order to keep things moving slow but still giving him the fix he needs so that he doesnât slip into another unannounced rut, as he likes to call it.
So far, your compromise shows promise. Over the span of the last couple of weeks, there had only been one single occasion of actual skin on skin contact; when heâd somehow managed to distract you for long enough to pull your panties to the side and pull out his cock from the confines of his clothes without you being quick enough to stop him.Â
However, much to his â and secretly your own â misfortune, youâd been mewling his name and rubbing your pussy against him for a long while back then, consequently overstimulating him to great, almost unfair lengths in the process. The second his cockhead had gotten the chance to bump against your soaked entrance, he was not bound to last.Â
So heâd spilled everything he had with a sharp hiss and a frustrated âfuuuckâ and just like that, you were safe from being pounded into oblivion once again â if you exclude the sticky, cloudy white mess splattering between your thighs, that is.
And that was that.
But now, with summer coming to a swift end and a new school year waiting right around the corner, the time has come for you to say goodbye to your best friend once again.
Kiba accompanies you to the airport and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug when itâs time for you to board your flight, his features unusually impassive during the entirety of it. He leans down to kiss your cheek, surely receiving curious glances from your parents with the act, and mumbles something about texting him when you land so that he knows youâre safe.
You do as he asks of you when you arrive to campus that day, even going as far as to send him a picture of your little student apartment that you share with two other roommates, jokingly calling it a dump. He reads your text message almost instantly, but his reply is curt. When you call him to say good night after youâve finished unpacking your stuff and settling in, you barely recognize the sound of his voice.
âGânight,â he mutters. âTry not to be a dumbass on your first day.â
The jab is meant to be playful, but instead it comes across as void of any kind of emotion whatsoever. Flat and unlively. You can tell even if he desperately tries to cover it up with more teasing remarks and lame jokes.Â
It gets better over time, though. Youâre well aware that heâs handling the distance way worse than any other regular human would, especially since heâs a semi-mated wolf now, so you try to keep him in the loop as often as you can. He, on the other hand, tries to gives you space and keeps his more possessive side on a tight leash. His main priority is to make your friendship â or should you say situationship â work.
Speaking of his more possessive side, youâve both made precautions to lessen the chance of the beast within him from going haywire. He makes sure to go completely off the grid during a full moon, and every so often, you mail him a T-shirt or two so that he still has a way of inhaling your scent and thus satisfying the urge to come seek you out. After the scent fades out, he sends your clothes back washed, but not ironed; typical for a man like him, before the cycle repeats itself again.
Heâd once, jokingly, not so jokingly, texted you about sending him a pair of your panties instead, however all he got in response to that was an angry wall of text and a series of pissed off-looking emojis. Heâd abandoned the idea soon after.
You do indulge him with phone sex from time to time, though. And while you do keep telling yourself that itâs done solely to keep him in-check, deep down, you know that that simply isnât the case.Â
Because when the hour is late, Kiba likes to remind you just how badly he misses you in that warm, rich, confident voice that makes your back want to straight up arch from the bed. Likes to talk about all the things that he wants to do to you with zero hesitance â hesitance you wish you, yourself didnât have â while he strokes his cock; all until you find yourself reaching into the drawer of your nightstand so that you can hurriedly press your trusty pink vibrator to your clit.Â
But itâs not just you who finds him hot â your roommates do, too. Theyâve peered over your shoulder once or twice while you were FaceTiming him in the kitchen, fully clothed, of course, and have since been asking for regular updates on your so-called âboyfriendâ, wondering when theyâll get to meet the guy whoâs actually managed to swipe the rug from underneath your feet, in person.
And the answer is: on Halloween. Theyâll meet him on Halloween.
âââ
Oddly enough, Kiba seems to fit right into the college party scene, despite never pursuing a degree of his own.
After successfully planning out his visit together, you realize that the frat house that youâve dragged him to in order to celebrate this yearâs Halloween in, is packed with people; some of them in costumes, while the rest have decided to go for a more casual approach.Â
Dressed in jeans, the same faded baseball cap that you saw him wearing back when youâd bumped into him in the grocery store at the beginning of summer, and a simple T-shirt and flannel combo, your best friend doesnât particularly stand out amongst the latter.Â
Heâd landed this morning, grinning tiredly and with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. You nearly started bursting at the seams with joy the second you caught sight of him halfway across the airport. He wasnât much better.
Hugging out all your emotions first, you then spent the entire day catching up, as well as healing the phantom wounds that the distance had caused. It was nice. So nice, in fact, that youâd almost forgotten how easy and complicated it was at the same time with him.
And now here you are. Together again.
Eyes glimmering with fondness, you watch as he leisurely chats with your friends who heâd already gotten to meet back at the apartment. As is expected for an extrovert like Kiba, he has no problem keeping up with the conversation.Â
His body language is relaxed even when he has to lie about wearing yellow contacts; swiftly feigning that itâs because he wants to keep the spirit of Halloween alive and because he, of course, couldnât possibly have brought a full costume with him to the airport.Â
Meanwhile, youâre well aware that his reasoning couldnât be farther from the truth. His eyes had shifted from their regular brown shade the second heâd caught you emerging from the bathroom, dressed in a pair of tight jeans and with a bunny ears headband sitting atop your head â a rather mediocre choice of a costume, but one that you knew heâd dig nonetheless.
âWhat, no heels?â
âHave you seen the floor of a frat house before?â
âNo.â
âWell, youâre going to now, and then youâre going to understand why I chose normal girl shoes.â
While riddled with mischief at your answer, his eyes havenât gone back to normal since.
And neither has he. No, instead he had spent a good twenty minutes scenting you in the privacy of your little bedroom; embracing you and running his rough hands up and down your arms and sides, touching your neck and face all over until you were almost late to the party and glittery highlighter coated every last one of his fingers.
âYou do realize that normal people donât have a heightened sense of smell like you do, right?â youâd grumbled by the fourth repetitive stroke, making a face when he even went as far as to lean in and start rubbing his cheek against your own. âNobody is going to be like, âWoah, watch out! This one smells like werewolf property!â if I get kidnapped or something.â
The laughter-like sound heâd let out had come across as terribly jeering. âYou say that like anyone would even have a chance of forcibly taking you away from me.âÂ
With a soft incline of your head, you had asked, âWouldnât they?â
ââCourse not, you silly bunny.â Heâd looked you right in the eyes then, his pupils briefly thinning into feline-like slits, allowing the apex predator within to shine on through. âIâd rip out their throats with my teeth before theyâd even get a chance to blink. Easy as pie.âÂ
His gaze had been shiver-inducing. The words even more so. âBut what if there would be like⌠ten of them?â
âI can take on ten people.â
âYou can barely handle me whenever Iâm in a lousy mood.â
âWell, itâs a good thing that you donât count, then.â The grin heâd given you in return had been sharp. Too sharp, despite the cutesy dimple digging into his cheek. Especially as he held your face between his palms and purred, âAlso, youâre not my property, youâre my mate. Itâs supposed to make us equals, so please try to act like one for my sake, yeah?â
And they said romance was dead.
âYeah.â Attempting to not pay attention to the butterflies that were wildly fluttering in your stomach again, all you managed was, âEquals who are going to be late.â
âShit.â His eyes got wide as saucers at that. Heâd given one last stroke, one last squeeze, and had pressed a hasty kiss onto your forehead before saying, âOkay, I think Iâm done... Ready when you are.â
Youâre unsure if itâs placebo, but you think his scent still clings to you even two hours later, when the party is in full swing and youâre chatting away with one of your guy friends in the kitchen.
Besides said friend, there are only two other people in the room â none of which you can recognize, from the way theyâre too busy eating face only a few meters away from you. Kiba, reluctant to leave your side despite your many reassurances, had somehow gotten dragged into a round of beer pong by a group of rowdy jocks.
Every so often, you can hear cheering coming from one of the rooms nearby. You donât doubt that heâs acquired quite a crowd for himself already. His dream and your worst nightmare.
âSo, whatâs the deal with you and the dunce?â
Blinking at the sudden question that whisks away your brain fog, you look up from your plastic cup of cranberry juice that others have been using to mix their cheap vodka with. Not feeling like taking the risk of being hungover because of particularly shitty booze the next morning, youâd decided to stay sober tonight, hence the juice.
âSorry, what?â you ask. âI wasnât listening.â
Your friend, Shikamaru Nara is his name, looks at you with signature exasperation at having to repeat himself again.Â
âI was asking about your⌠friend,â he mutters after a brief pause, using the second chance of you not hearing the initial jab.Â
âOh, you mean Kiba?â you say, bringing the cup up to your lips. âYeah, what about him?â
âAre you hooking up with him?â
The sip of cranberry juice youâd just taken lodges itself into the back of your throat at the question. It hurts like a bitch as you fight to swallow it down, unable to resist squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation, however you manage to avoid sputtering and coughing yourself into embarrassment by the end of it.
Clearing your throat as discreetly as you can, your voice sounds slightly hoarse when you ask, âWhy do you ask that?â
Shikamaru, without missing a beat, says, âI dunno, he just looks at you like heâs planning on eating you or something. Itâs odd.â
You glance up at the man thatâs leaning against the kitchen counter next to you, noticing how the whites of his eyes are red instead of as the name suggests. His pupils are so big and round and hazy that they remind you of a cat looking around in the dark. He seems to be so high that he doesnât have a problem with saying whatever is on his mind.
Either that, or he simply doesnât give a shit. Both are valid reasonings whenever it comes to him.
âKibaâs just⌠protective,â you manage to say after a brief moment of thought, shoulders shrugging. âHeâs been like that ever since I can remember.â
Shikamaruâs eyebrow raises at this piece of information. âEven when you were kids?â
âOh, yeah.â You nod vehemently. âBack then, it was even more intense than it is now, I think. You should have seen him playing a friendly game of dodgeball when we were in high school.â
âHEY! AIM THAT BALL AT HER HEAD AGAIN, AND I SWEAR TO GOD IâLL SMASH YOUR FUCKING TEETH IN NEXT, YOU LOUSY FUCK!â
The memory makes the corners of your lips curl upwards. Youâre quick to hide the smile behind the rim of the cup.
âHm.â Shikamaru hums, puffing out a tired sigh that youâve had the pleasure of hearing countless of times ever since meeting him during your first year of college.
âWhat is it?â you inquire.
âNothing,â he replies. âJust thinking.â
âYouâre always doing that,â you say. âThinking.â
âSomeoneâs gotta do it,â he answers, giving you a lazy grin that doesnât seem to reach his dark brown eyes.
You huff a laugh at the tease. âAnd what is it that youâre thinking about with that brilliant brain of yours, Megamind?â
âStuff.â
âStuff?â
âYeah.â
You turn to look at him, using the chance to drag your gaze over his side profile. Over his high cheekbones, as well as the sharp outline of his nose. The cigarette thatâs tucked behind his ear. The slight wrinkle between his eyebrows that tells you heâs thinking very hard about something.
A couple of loose strands of dark brown hair have escaped his ponytail, framing his face in a way that flatters him greatly. Being so dark, theyâre a perfect contrast to his creamy skin thatâs so unlike Kibaâs sun-kissed one.
Come to think of it, theyâre nothing alike. Shikamaru is lean in build despite being awfully lazy by nature, whereas Kiba packs muscle with hard work. Heâs smart, rational, not at all prone to anger, and can sometimes come across as borderline aloof.Â
Besides a couple of other things, all he seems to care about is putting in the minimal amount of effort when it comes to getting by in school, so that he can achieve mediocre â but passable â grades, and thus has nothing left to worry about by the time the weekend rolls around and the bong comes out to play.
His tendency to be overly laid-back was the exact reason why you had decided to go out of your comfort zone and fool around with him last spring. With no strings attached, youâd fucked while still managing to remain friends afterwards. Besides that, he was such a perfect opposite to the man youâd left behind in your hometown, that it had almost been a, dare you say, refreshing experience.
But Kiba never did go fully away, now did he? Not even after youâd completely ghosted him and finally ceased stalking him on Instagram; trying to rid yourself of the sinking feeling in your chest that appeared whenever he posted a picture with his girlfriend at the time. Not even after youâd deleted the chat logs you shared with him on just about every app you could find, knowing youâd regret it afterwards. Not even when youâd left the pictures and other memories back at home, sealed away in a box underneath your bed.
Youâd been sleeping with the deer while silently yearning for the wolf.
Itâs why you broke the entire thing off with Shikamaru sometime after the New Year, aiming to rather try and move on solely by your own efforts â fresh start and everything. All whilst not knowing that youâd become a mate to your childhood best friend by the end of summer.
âShika,â you utter, your gaze as soft as your voice. âIââ
âItâs okay. I think I got the gist of it,â he cuts in, staring at his shoes. âWhatever it is that you two have going on between you; itâs older than what we had. So, itâs more⌠fleshed out? From being best friends since kindergarten and stuff.â
âYeah.â You sigh, angling your cup so that you can take the last sip of your drink. âI guess it is, when you say it like that.â
Shikamaru reaches out to wipe away the rogue droplet of cranberry juice that comes sliding down from the corner of your mouth, then. However, before his thumb can even make contact with your bottom lip, youâre quick to do it yourself.
âAm I interrupting somethinâ?â a voice calls out from your left.
Kibaâs jaw is set and his eyes are hard when you turn to look at him. He stands in the middle of the doorway that leads into the hall; the light thatâs shining behind his back obscuring most of his face from view, however you can still see that he forces his expression to remain fairly neutral as he begins to approach you.Â
Every step he takes towards you makes you feel like it could make the ground shake. It doesnât of course, at least not in a physical kind of sense, but his anger is becoming so palpable the closer he gets that it very much could. For some reason, itâs even worse that heâs trying to hide how pissed he is.
After all, Kiba is prone to anger that resembles a wildfire â the kind that spreads quickly and consumes everything in its path. Once itâs started, itâs hard to make it fizzle out before it does too much damage. You just have to let it do its thing and pretend like everything is normal.
Burn, baby, burn!
âNo,â you say when he reaches you, pretending like the entire ordeal doesnât faze you at all, despite the fact that your heart is now pulsating wildly in your chest. âYou arenât.â
Youâre well aware that he wouldnât hurt you, but that doesnât mean the others are safe.
He stands before you like a wall of muscle, emitting white-hot rage with every exhale. With how tense his shoulders have gotten, as well as the bulging vein in the side of his neck thatâs surely there because of how harshly heâs gritting his teeth, he looks like he could crush someone to death.Â
However, his touch ends up being surprisingly tender when you allow him to grip you by the chin. You repress a relieved chuckle as he angles your head back slightly, making you realize that heâs touching the exact same spot Shikamaru would have if youâd let him. So possessive.
His brow furrows as he inspects you and his voice is rough as gravel as he says, âWhy are your lips so red?â
âCranberry juice,â you explain, pointing to the empty cup youâre still holding in your hand. âHow did beer pong go?â
âIt sucked ass,â he drawls, tugging on the brim of his hat with impatient fingers. The fireball of anger keeps on sizzling in the pit of his stomach. It makes his blood run hot. âThe two dudes I went against were both so shit-faced that they could barely stand, much less score... I regret being sober.â
âWerenât you drinking before, though?â Shikamaru asks all of a sudden.
Uh-oh. At the sound of the Naraâs voice, you watch as he slowly turns his head to the side in the same uncanny way a robot would have done.
Kiba looks the other man right in the eye, making a quick mental note to keep both of his arms glued to his sides in order to refrain himself from swinging just because he even had the balls to speak up while he was talking to you.
Jesus fucking Christ, since when did his temper get this short? He needs to work on it in the future or else itâs going to become a problem.
âBeer doesnât do much for a guy like me,â he grits out after a brief moment of recollecting himself.
His tone is completely flat. Icy.Â
You stare at the muscle that keeps on fluttering in his cheek even if heâs trying his hardest to tame it. At how yellow his eyes have gotten, nearly glowing in the dimly-lit kitchen, threatening to ruin the ruse of being contacts. At the way his chest heaves; rising up and down in such a manner that it makes you fear heâs seconds away from pouncing.
Shikamaru, being the intelligent man that he is, must have come to the same conclusion, because now he pushes from the counter with an awkward bounce in his step as he says, âWell, I guess itâs time for my smoke break⌠If youâll excuse me.â
Either that, or the more primal part of his brain is telling him to get the fuck out before itâs too late. Itâs so bad that even the make out enthusiasts proceed to follow his example.
âBye, Shika,â you utter quickly, giving your fellow classmate a small wave when he passes by. Meanwhile, Kiba only stares, probably drilling warning holes into the poor guyâs back all the way to the very end of the hall.
Alone in the kitchen at long last, your best friend allows himself to sigh as a means to relieve some tension. The muscles in his arms relax as he rests them on either side of you, successfully trapping you against the counter.
You donât feel caged, though. Thatâs the important part.
Led by that comforting feeling, you place the cup onto the counter before reaching out to carefully stroke him over the chest. âYou okay?â
âNo,â he grumbles, trying not to preen right in front of you at the touch.Â
Your eyebrows draw together. âWhatâs wrong?â
His do, too. âYou know damn well whatâs wrong.â
âEnlighten me, please.â
âNot that itâs a you problem or anythingâŚâ He sighs again and this time the sound is way longer than earlier. âBut I canât leave ya alone for two seconds without someone immediately trying to sneak their way into your pants.â
âWhat?â The laugh you let out is a slightly incredulous one. âI know that youâre forced to see me in some kind of holy light because of the mating bond, but youâre seriously flattering me way too much with this one, Kiba.â
âWell, itâs the truth,â he says, his lips thinning into a firm line. âWhat do you think that the douchebag with the cig and the big-ass forehead was tryinâ to do just now? Ask you to join his debate club?â
You push aside the insult for now, making a note to prohibit him from saying it aloud whenever youâre in the company of others. âHis name is Shikamaru.â
âI donât care what his name is,â Kiba says, bristling. âAll I know is that I could smell how hard his dick was getting around you from a mile away, and it made me-â
âJealous?â you cut in.
He frowns. âI was gonna say grossed out, but sure.â
You giggle before biting your lip to stop the sound. âCome to think of it, that does sound pretty gross, youâre right.â
âWhatever.â He huffs, lowering his gaze. Itâs not long before thereâs an even deeper frown gracing his mouth.
âWhat is it now?â you ask.
âNothing. Well⌠I just- Ugh.â He groans in frustration, scrubbing a hand over his face. âI know I said that Iâd always respect your decision when it came down to choosinâ between me or someone else, but I didnât think itâd be this⌠hard.â
âWhat are you going on about?â You pry his hand away so that you can look him in the eyes. His pupils are nothing but slits. âI haven't made any kind of decision yet. Nothing happened.â
âOkay, but still⌠Seeing someone else trying to touch you like that, scenting itâŚâ he says. âI thought I could handle it for your sake, but clearly that ainât the case. I shouldâve cooled off before trying to start shit, and yet I actively chose to behave like a dick instead.â
âActually, I thought you did a pretty decent job at controlling your awfully jealous self. Give or take,â you console, giving him a playful wink. It only causes his brow to furrow further.
âThatâs not the point. Jealousy might be all fun and games to regular people, but itâs different with me. I felt like I was seconds away from skinning the dude alive⌠And maybe eating him afterwards, I dunno,â he says, his expression turning even more troubled than before. âBet heâd taste like shit, though.â
âWell⌠What matters is that you didnât do that.â You pat his shoulders as a form of encouragement and quickly decide on not telling him about your history with Shikamaru just yet since youâre not particularly fond of the idea of having a body on your hands. âOne step at a time, yeah?â
âI guess,â he mutters. Disappointment still continues to bubble in Kibaâs stomach. It brings forth a slightly bitter taste on his tongue.
You stare at him, raking your gaze over the great expanse of his shoulders, down to his forearms, which heâs got revealed due to the sleeves being rolled up to his elbows. Now that the initial anger has diminished from his face, he just looks plain miserable. Like a puppy thatâs been soaked to the bone, despite that heâs far bigger than that.
âYou wanna go home and cuddle it out?â you blurt out all of a sudden, tracing the tattoos on his left forearm with your index finger.
He peers up at you from underneath his lashes. Not wanting to come across as even more clingy or suffocating, all he utters is, âIf thatâs what you want.âÂ
âIâm asking you.â
He looks down again, bright yellow eyes zeroing in on his shoes. If it werenât so dark in this godforsaken kitchen, perhaps you wouldâve noticed the subtle blush tinging his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
âI mean⌠If you really donât wanna stay here,â he trails off, swallowing thickly. âThen, yeah. I suppose we could go back to yours and cuddle a little.â
You grin. âLook at you getting all mushy on me.â
Kiba gives you an eye roll. âOh, shut up before I change my mind and just catch the first flight home.â
âââ
Despite initially not wanting to seem clingy, Kiba becomes exactly that after you both rinse off and clamber into bed that night.
In the dark, surrounded fully by your scent that lingers everywhere in your room, he feels safe enough to let his guard down; allowing himself to really dote on you properly â like heâs wanted to do for the last two months.Â
As a result, his arm is protectively slung over your waist, and his legs are entangled with yours as he spoons you. His hand is beneath your shirt, tracing soft, lazy circles over your stomach. There are no claws in sight.
âGod, Iâve missed this,â he grumbles at some point, sighing with contentment and squeezing you even closer to him.Â
âMe too,â you admit, enjoying the close proximity. âEspecially our dumb late night convos.â
Youâve been talking about everything and nothing in particular for the last hour or so; giggling and snickering like children and continuing on catching up, simply enjoying each otherâs company. Just like old times.
Kiba clicks his tongue against his teeth in disagreement. âWhat dâyou mean? Theyâre always dumb.â
âWell yeah, but thatâs because they include you,â you tease, suppressing a tiny squeal when he pokes you in the side.
âAs far as I know, it takes two to hold a conversation,â he fires back, squeezing your hip. âUnless youâre a nutcase, that is.â
âHey, now⌠I talk to myself sometimes,â you say, turning your head to the side just enough to face him. âWhen Iâm, like, thinking out loud and stuff.â
He quirks a brow at this. âWeirdo.â
âPfsh.â You huff, rolling your eyes. âIf anyoneâs the weirdo here, then itâd be you, Mr. On all levels except physical, I am a wolf.â
âSee, that doesnât make any sense because I am a wolf on a physical level.â He drums his fingers against your skin playfully, hinting that heâll maybe poke you in the side again. âTherefore, your joke sucks.â
âItâs still funny, though,â you protest. âAnd look at you, using your big boy words. Therefore. Whatâs gonna be next? Begging for a shilling?â
You watch as he smiles that wretched grin that shows off his dimple. His laugh is quiet, but it kindles a flame of affection inside your heart.
âYouâre such a pain in the ass, you know that?â he says, still laughing.
âSo Iâve been told, yeah,â you reply with a beaming smile of your own. His mood is contagious. âMultiple times.â
âMm. I like it, though. This more confident, outgoing version of you.â After a brief moment of silence, he adds, âIt makes me less worried.â
You ask, âLess worried about what?â
âIf youâll be able to stick up for yourself in case Iâm not around,â he explains, not offering much more.
You blink as slight confusion begins to settle in. âAnd why wouldnât you be around?â
âWell, you know,â he says, shrugging as a means to appear indifferent, but failing. âIf you decide on being with someone other than me, then I guess thereâd be no reason for me to stay in your life.âÂ
âWhat do you mean thereâd be no reason?â you say, frowning deeply now. Somewhere in the back of your mind, youâre aware that the thing you say next is selfish, but you just canât help it, âYouâd still be my best friend⌠Wouldnât that be enough?â
He smiles again, but this time itâs a little less beaming and a little more painful. âBunny, of course itâd be enough. Iâd spend my whole life trying to give ya the love that I think you deserve, even as just a friend. But letâs be real here⌠If I did that, itâd just cause⌠problems.â
âProblems?â you repeat, your voice hurt. âWhat kind of problems?â
âYouâve seen for yourself what happened tonight,â he says.
âNothing happened tonight.â Quick frustration makes you groan. âAnd Iâm pretty sure Iâve told you that already, so why are we going over the same conversation again?â
âExactly, nothing happened, but look at the way I still reacted to it,â he says, sighing out of exasperation instead of contentment this time around. âI was ready to go batshit crazy over nothing⌠How do you think Iâm gonna react if we meet up and youâve got your boyfriendâs scent all over ya? Who says Iâm not gonna go and try to bite the guyâs head off?â
You stare at each other. The knot in your belly tightens at the way he looks at you; his eyes still burning with that striking yellow shade, despite the inner conflict that subdues it ever so slightly now.
âDo you think we were destined to be together?â you ask out of the blue.
Kiba gives you a look that tells you heâs starting to worry if youâve gone a bit nuts. âWhat?â
âI mean, like, do you think that we had no say in this entire thing,â you attempt to explain lamely. âOr, well⌠that you had no say in it?â
âI donât believe in destiny,â he says finally.
âWell, what would you call this thing between us, then?â you mumble. âI mean, isnât a mating bond supposed to be just some kind of a wolfy version of it?â
âI- No, I donât think so,â he says, slowly shaking his head. âI already told you that I approached you because of the bond at first, yeah⌠But over the years, Iâm pretty sure that Iâve come to love you on purpose. Like, on my own terms.â
Your heart skips a beat. The world feels like itâs spinning all of a sudden.
âHow can you tell the difference, though?â you croak out. âBetween genuine love and the forced one that the bond is pushing on you?â
âUm⌠Because Iâm willing to spend the rest of my life alone, fighting against the red string of fate or whatever the fuck you want to call it, if it means that youâll be happy, I guess,â he whispers quietly, his expression suddenly thoughtful. âCome to think of it, itâd be like my own personal fuck you towards destiny, hah.â
Thereâs no one else beside you and him in the house right now â your roommates are still out partying and doing god knows what â but he says it like itâs a secret that heâs been keeping for years.
And you, well, you feel like crying. Like curling yourself into a little ball underneath the covers that youâre sharing with him at the moment, and simply sobbing your heart out until itâs leaking out of your chest.
But instead of that, you look at him. You reel the tears in as you really look at him, and you say, âAll right.â
Youâve always been so cautious. So hesitant and unsure â nothing like him. Ever since heâd revealed the truth during that godforsaken camping trip, Kiba speaks of the love that he feels for you so openly.Â
Goddammit, he loves you. He actually loves you. Not because of the bond, not because youâre his perfect biological match, not because his instinct is telling him to do so.Â
No, he loves you because of the memories that youâve made together. Because of the laughter that youâve shared. Because of all the good and the bad and everything else thatâs in-between.
He loves you because he wants to, not because he needs to.
âAll right?â he repeats, studying your face. âWhatâs that supposed tâmean?â
âIt means that Iâm done taking it slow. I think,â you say, trying to stop your upper lip from twitching. Your body feels tense all over once again; you feel like youâll start bursting at the seams because of the storm of emotions thatâs brewing inside you. âFor once in my life, I think that Iâm choosing to go all in.â
Kibaâs heart begins to pound so hard that he can hear it ringing in his ears.
âYou⌠You meanâŚ?â he trails off, not even daring to finish the sentence.
âYes,â you say as your breathing slightly quickens. âWe can give this thing a try; properly this time. I-I mean, fuck it, right? We havenât been just friends for a long while now, so whatâs there to lose anyway?â
He smiles at that, and for a second itâs like you can see him again â your childhood best friend. Short and scrawny, but equipped with that brazen assurance that used to get him into all sorts of trouble.
âYeah,â he says. His smile nearly grows from ear to ear. He feels like he could touch the sky at that very moment; unbridled joy is beginning to overcome him completely. âI suppose youâre right.â
âI, umm⌠I guess itâs time to admit that Iâve been crushing on you for years, then. Well, I think! Iâm pretty sure I was always head over heels for you, even back in high school, but I didnât allow myself to dwell on it too much because of⌠well, you know,â you trail off, still riding that high of confidence that allows every bit of truth to spill out of you now.Â
âSo when we almost kissed before I left for college, I⌠I got scared. You were with Tamaki at the time, and I was leaving, and I thought youâd end up regretting it from the way it would surely mess up your whole relationship and our friendship.â You look at him, eyes apologetic. âI didnât mean to ghost you like I did, but god⌠The entire thing was so messy, just chaos waiting to happen, and I was too big of a coward to deal with all that, especially after moving across the country and turning a new chapter in my life. And Iâm well aware that itâs no excuse for what I did, but I just wanted you to know⌠the real reason behind it. And that Iâm sorry.â
âI wouldnât have regretted it, though,â he says, his gaze softening. âIf youâd kissed me back at mine that night, I would never have regretted it. My relationship with Tam was a fuckinâ bust either way.â
âI know that now, you dumbass!â You huff, eyebrows cinching with frustration and stress. âBut whatâs the use if I didnât know it back then.â
âBunny,â he coos, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âBreathe.â
âOh, shut up,â you fuss, pushing him in the chest. âIâm over here, pouring my heart out to you, and youâre basically telling me to calm down. Idiot.â
He snickers at your anger, thinking itâs so cute that itâs to die for. âWell, what do you want me to do, then?â
âI want-â Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, chewing on it as shyness manages to creep up on you at long last. You donât feel as confident as before when it comes to admitting to your desires out loud, so the only time you stop your incisor from digging deeper, is when you mumble, âI want you to kiss me.â
If Kibaâs gaze had been soft before, now itâs gone utterly sweet and gooey. It makes his lids drop very, very, very low on his eyes.
âYeah?â is all he says.
âYeah. But not like you did back at home,â you say, remembering the urgency and the forceful clash of teeth that heâd given you because of the rut that had been cooking his brain into mush at the time. âI want it done properly this time.â
âI can do that,â he says, chuckling quietly. âBut donât act like you didnât enjoy our first kiss. I could smell how excited you got over it, remember?â
âWhatever,â you hiss, bunching up the front of his T-shirt into your fists. âEither you behave and kiss me like a gentleman, or youâre sleeping on the floor tonight.â
âHah, all right, all right! No need to threaten me, jeez,â he says. Heâs still laughing as he caresses your cheek with one hand and angles your head so that he can do what youâre asking him for. âCâmere, you grouch⌠Letâs get smoochinâ.â
âI hate you.â
âI thought you said you loved me.â
âI said I liked you, not-â
The rest of your sentence is broken off by a kiss.
Unlike the first time, itâs gentle. Perhaps you could even call it romantic. He cups your cheek instead of gripping it, and doesnât become pushy; rather allowing you to take charge of the pace. Thereâs no tongue, only lip brushing against lip. Your breaths intermingle, to the point that you both start quietly panting in-between the short little pauses that you use for air.Â
Your stomach is doing backflips by the time he slowly pulls back to look at you. His eyes are not only yellow, theyâre also ravenous, and they get even more intense when you reach out to comb your fingers through his hair.
The sudden yearning that swoops down upon him makes Kibaâs throat feel so dry that itâs like itâs burning from the inside out. Itâs not quite the same as it was back during his rut, but heâs getting there. Oh, heâs getting there, all right.
âMore?â he asks after the longest time of silence. His voice has turned completely hoarse.Â
âMhmm, yeah,â you hum your approval, turning around to lay on your back. He instantly uses the chance to prop himself up with one elbow and drapes his upper half over you.
With his face only a couple of centimeters away from your own now, you end up nearly nose to nose. His golden chain dangles from his neck, the sleek metal occasionally cooling your skin in places that it comes in contact with. It causes you to giggle. He smiles when he leans in to kiss you again.
âWait. Iâve got a question,â you mumble against his lips.
âMhmm, spill,â he replies in-between kisses.
âI was thinking⌠Would it be⌠too much, if I maybe bought a golden initial of my name for you to wear?â you ask, gliding your finger along the piece of jewelry. âLike, as a not-so-secret birthday present for you next year?â
âNah, Iâd wear it,â he says simply. âOnly if you wear mine, too, though.â
âSure.â Your smile grows, little by little. âIâm in need of a new necklace anyway⌠Just nothing too flashy, okay?â
He snickers. âWeâll get you one of those big-ass golden dollar signs with the diamonds on top, all right?â
âOkay, yeah, that way I can always resell it.â
âMeanie.â
Your hands run through his hair for a second time as you proceed to explore each otherâs mouths after months of nothing. They tug at the roots once or twice, making him grunt, before travelling down the nape of his neck and settling on his strong back. Nails grazing the soft cotton of his T-shirt, you nearly start to claw at it when his tongue touches your bottom lip.
Eventually, the kissing gets needier. More desperate. You part your lips for him and he takes his time dragging his tongue across the roof of your mouth, the flat of your teeth, tasting you fully and savouring the minty flavour of the toothpaste that you used earlier. So much saliva gets exchanged.
Besides that, thereâs also phantom electricity sizzling across your skin when he carefully sinks one fang into your bottom lip and tugs on it. His caution is endearing and hot to die for, but it also feels like heâs edging you kind of. It takes you all the effort you can muster to not let a moan slip out.Â
What you do end up doing, however, is taking his hand and pushing it between your legs. Just like that, all by yourself.
And itâs warm there, between your legs â perhaps even a bit too much, Kiba thinks. He stiffens at your actions, hesitating only for a second before he cups your pussy right over the comfortable shorts that you wear to bed. Watches with semi-focused vision as your hips buck without any sort of doubt that would otherwise be common for you, searching for more friction despite the seam that is now pressing against your clit.
As you continue to rub yourself against the heel of his palm, more and more sweat begins to ooze out of your pores. Youâre getting hot, so your hands work seemingly on their own to try and subdue the sudden rise in temperature as you curl your fingers around the hem of your T-shirt and hike it up â all until itâs touching the collar.
With your front now almost fully exposed, Kiba curses under his breath when the sweet, musky aroma of your arousal steadily begins to fill the room that youâre in. The door is closed and the windows are shut, so it hits him like a truck. His mind is getting foggier by the millisecond because of it.
âSomething the matter?â you utter sweetly, honey dripping from every word. At this point, your chest has begun to heave with some untamed form of anticipation. You sound nothing like yourself.
âNo, everythingâs fine,â he mumbles, swallowing thickly. Once again, heâs beginning to borderline drool, this time at the sight of your tits. It makes it hard to talk. âJust enjoyinâ the view.â
âOh, yeah? Is that so?â You fondle your breasts, running your thumbs across the sensitive nipples, making a show for him just to rile him up further. Who knew you had it in you? âWanna tell me just how much youâre enjoying it?â
Spit threatens to drip down the corner of his mouth. He sucks it back in the last second. âBunny⌠Whatâs gotten into you?â
âNothingâs gotten into me? Well, not yet at least⌠But come on, tell me.â You continue your ministrations, testing his patience. âYou love to talk, donât you?â
âI love to show off more,â he says before he moves his hand from its spot between your legs just so that he can grab you by the wrist and make you touch him below his waistline. âHere... This is all âcause of you. Happy?â
You blink as he curls your fingers around the bulge thatâs pressing against his boxers, wanting out. Let out a breathless, almost patronizing kind of laugh. âFuck, youâre so hard⌠Iâm surprised it doesnât hurt.â
âIt does hurt,â he says, voice incredibly strained now. His lips quiver slightly when you give him a stroke all on your own, without him having to ask or beg for it. It makes his mind shift to other things than whatever it is thatâs making you behave this way. âI want you so bad; like, so fucking bad⌠Youâre drivinâ me completely nuts.â
You smile at how honest he is. âTouch me and weâll get there, okay?â
And he smirks, even if his teeth are getting bigger again from the way heâs slowly losing control, gradually affecting his speech. âDonât hafta tell me twice.â
He kisses you again, but this time itâs harder than before and done in a way that mashes your lips against your teeth. When you open your mouth wider to ease the pressure, all he does is fill it with his tongue. He gets so pushy that you have to resort to tugging on his hair to make him relent.
âSorry,â he mumbles sheepishly, rather moving his hot mouth to your jawline and neck.
âItâs fine,â is all you manage to say before the grazing of sharp canines immediately shuts you up.
He moves fast after that, almost urgently, from how exhilarated he is to have you like this underneath him; only taking the time to get your T-shirt out of the way so that he can lick your collarbone next. You donât even get a proper chance to react to it before heâs already dipping even lower to suck on your nipple instead.
âHa-ah.â Your breathing stutters as you watch his nose smush against the fat of your breast. Heâs swirling his tongue around the nipple, nipping it ever so gently from time to time and tugging on it with his lips.
Meanwhile, his hand has slid between your legs again. Heâs running his knuckle up and down your slit the same exact way heâd done back at his place during the summer, making the seam of your pyjama shorts rub against your clit. The sensation makes your legs want to close up from the sensitivity thatâs sparking there, but he makes sure youâre spread wide open for him at all times.
Eventually, he pops his mouth off your nipple only to begin paving a path of kisses down your stomach. And theyâre audible, the kisses. Heâs leaving little remnants of glimmering saliva on your skin as he goes, making your middle covered in it.
Itâs almost fascinating how smoothly he moves for such a big guy. Before you know it, your shorts are tossed onto the floor right along with your panties, and your legs are propped on his shoulders, the heels of your feet digging into his back.
âFuck, your pussy smells so good,â he rasps when thereâs no barrier separating him from you anymore. He swallows hard at the scent of arousal thatâs as strong as ever now, Adamâs apple bobbing with the action. âItâs makinâ me drool⌠I canât stop it, mâsorry. I know itâs gross.â
You want to hide your face into the pillow because of how timid his words are making you somewhere deep down inside, but instead all you do is arch your back when he noses his way between your thighs and presses a sloppy kiss there.
His tongue follows suit immediately afterwards and he wastes no time with licking your slit, nudging between your folds, groaning with satisfaction at the taste. Your hands dig into his hair in an instant, grabbing fistfuls when he suckles on your clit.
Itâs all happening so fast but at the same time it doesnât seem fast enough. Heat intensifies inside the pit of your stomach, spreading throughout your thighs, your legs, right to the very tips of your toes. You dig your heels deeper into his back, pull him closer by the hair so that you can receive more.
âShit, fuck, oh, fuuuck,â you half-moan, half-whisper, borderline gasping for air when you feel his tongue push inside you. Itâs longer than a normal humanâs, slightly coarser too. It makes you wiggle your hips as you try to fuck yourself against his goddamn face in response.
You have no clue if thereâs some secret chemical component in his saliva thatâs making you act this feral, but you simply canât stop writhing and moaning like a slut. Whatâs even worse is that he tongue-fucks you like his life depends on it. In and out, in and out, the occasional swipe up and down. Itâs getting messier and messier, so sloppy that thereâs surely a puddle forming on the bed sheet that youâre lying on currently.
And just when you thought you had it all, his tongue gets replaced by his fingers. You tense up, an alarming thought about his claws rushing through your dazed mind, however youâre quickly relieved to find out that theyâre nowhere in sight.
Theyâre just normal, human fingernails on normal, human fingers. Reaching deep inside you. Fuck, reaching so deep inside you. Making you see stars behind closed eyelids. Stretching you and filling you at the same time, making you nearly jump out of your skin when they curl upwards and touch that especially tender spot.
The heat thatâs swirling in your tummy worsens as a result â if that is even humanly possible. You feel it rising, feel your face scrunching up, feel your teeth gritting, feel your hips picking up pace, feel your hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair again, tugging way more harshly than you otherwise would as your climax starts to approach fast.
âGonna- Iâm gonna-...!â
âNuh-uh,â he says all of a sudden, turning his pace to something painfully laggard, to something that isnât nearly as quick and fulfilling enough to make you cum. âYouâre not gonna⌠Not yet, at least.â
It hurts, it physically hurts; that unsatisfied feeling that resides in the place where your pleasure should be by now. Especially when he purses his lips and allows a glob of spit to land directly onto your pussy, turning you practically slippery between your legs.
He pushes the spit in with the help of his fingers.
âWha-?â Your eyes grow big as saucers, stinging with upcoming tears at his denial. Heâs gotten you so worked up that you just canât help but behave like a spoiled pillow princess now. Like a proper crybaby.
âWhat, hm? You gonna cry?â He sneers â surprisingly meanly â at the lost look that appears on your face now. Wiping his mouth against your thigh, he kisses it before he says, âRelax, youâre gonna cum⌠I just want your bunny cunt squeezinâ around my dick, not my fingers.â
âThen lemme sit on itâŚ! Câmon, lemme ride you or something,â you cry out, voice cracking with urgency and desperation that even you, yourself, donât recognize.Â
You push up from the bed with the help of your elbows so that you can clamber on top of him and ride him like the best cowgirl to ever live under the fucking sun, but all he does is press his hand into the middle of your chest and shoves you right back down onto the mattress.
For fuckâs sake, was this how he felt back when heâd begged you to help him find relief during his rut? Your body feels like itâll drop dead any second now if you donât get dicked down soon.
âNo, youâll hurt yourself if you do that âcause you ainât stretched out enough yet. Besides, Iâve got a different idea anyway,â he says, reaching for the back of his T-shirtâs collar so that he can tug it off. âTurn onto your side.â
You stare at the rippling muscle, as well as at all the tattoos that run up his left arm to his shoulder. His hair is messy and his eyes almost glow in the dark. Heâs buff, hairy, with sharp teeth and equally as keen-edged facial features.Â
In that exact moment, he looks like the embodiment of animalistic hunger. Either that, or itâs just straight up carnage if it were a person.
âAre you going to mount me?â you ask, guts squeezing with anticipation at the mere thought of it. âLike you did back in the woods? âCause I really⌠enjoyed that last time.â
His brows rise, short-lived surprise crossing his face before he chuckles. âHah⌠Later, okay? Gonna fuck you sideways first and stretch you out a lilâ so my cock can fit.â
While Kiba tugs down his underwear, you busy yourself with doing as youâre told. You lie onto your side, clenching and rubbing your thighs together with lewd suspense and bated breath. By the time he spoons you, finally completely naked himself, youâre already bending your legs at the knee, pushing your ass out for him.
âSomebody needs it bad, huh?â he taunts as he pulls you closer to his chest.Â
Youâre in the same exact position as you were before all of this had started, the only difference is that youâre both naked now.
And, well, youâve also got his cock sliding up and down your sticky pussy now. Got it smearing pre-cum and arousal and spit together, making you both groan out quiet noises of pleasure whenever the fat cockhead catches against your entrance, which feels like itâs fucking throbbing at this point.
He did something to you, didnât he? He stuck his tongue fully inside your cunt for the first time instead of only licking and prodding it, and all of a sudden youâre forced to behave like a cat in heat.
âKiba,â you whisper, breathing so fast that itâs almost frantic. Youâre clawing at the sheets and rubbing your cheek against the pillow as you say, âPut it in... Fuck⌠Mmph, for the love of god, just put it in alreadyâŚ! I need your dick inside me.â
âFor fuckâs sake, Iâm trying,â he mumbles, frustration making him bite the inside of his cheek. âBut I gotta go slowly first so that I donât rip ya to shreds, bunny... And you begginâ me for it is not helping âcause itâs only making me want to do just that.â
âI donât care about any of that, just⌠just put the tip in at least,â you mewl out between words, wiggling your hips, curling your toes. Turning your head to the side to look at him, you instead kiss him with the same forceful shove forward the second your eyes land on him. âJust the tip, yeah? Okay? Like we did it back in the tent.â
He stares at you, jaw clenched and teeth grinding together from how intensely heâs trying to keep himself in-check while also having to do the same exact thing for you as well now. He can smell your need, the sweat that coats your skin, the arousal. Can hear the heavy beating of your heart.
Youâre both going to devour each other if one of you doesnât have some self-control. So Kiba tries to be the one to have it, taking another long moment to grind against you before he finally lets his gaze slip from your nearly bewildered expression, and rather focuses it on guiding his cock straight into your cunt.
You arch against him when his cockhead spreads your folds apart and slowly makes its way inside. Jaw relaxing at the sensation of finally having something to ease all that painful throbbing thatâs going on, you gasp for air almost in relief despite the pesky feeling of your pussy squeezing around the girth of his dick.
Itâs already demanding more.
âFuck, bunny,â he grunts, thrusting slowly, easing himself in. âWhatâs wrong with youâŚ? Youâre suckinâ me right in⌠Shit⌠Makinâ it real hard fâme to not push in all the way.â
âI donât know whatâs wrong with me, just-... j-just keep going,â you whimper out, face turning hot when you feel slick dribbling down his length. Heâs so big, perhaps even too big, but your cunt just keeps on taking more and more. It never seems to be enough.
Minutes pass and youâre gradually losing your sense of self right along with them. All you care about is having him inside you. So you fuck the tip first, then half of his cock, and afterwards â fucking finally â you start taking the whole thing.
And it feels good, relieving almost. Heâs got his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling and drooling over the spot where your scent is the strongest as he holds your leg up for you and just slowly pounds away. In and out. In and out. In and out.
Meanwhile, youâre drooling all over the pillow as well, blindly reaching behind you to stroke his hair with twitching fingertips as your hips help him in meeting yours over and over again. Every time his fingers dig into the soft spot thatâs underneath your knee, it makes you tighten up.
His cock twitches inside you when he buries it in to the hilt, really allowing himself to sink balls deep and making you do that cute little wince that wants to make him go batshit crazy. But instead of doing that, he steadies himself. Reels it back in. Tries to listen to your quick-paced heartbeat and even quicker breaths, despite that heâs paying attention to other things.
Because even if the sounds of skin slapping against skin arenât that loud from how slowly heâs pushing into you, that doesnât mean that they arenât present. He can still hear them all. As well as the occasional gushy little noises that your pussy makes.
They make his balls tighten.
You donât know how long you do this entire thing, but you orgasm three, three fucking times during it. To some it may be like a dream come true, however to you itâs exhausting. The overstimulation is wiping you out, and yet you keep pushing, keep asking for more, keep turning around to kiss him and whine out little pleas of âdonât stop, please donât stopâ.
The stretch stings, as does the spot on your neck where he sank his fangs earlier, but you welcome the overwhelming sensations with open arms. In fact, youâre so feral that you feel like you wonât survive the night if he doesnât fuck and bite and squeeze this craving for pleasure out of you.
He does a pretty good job with it, though. With how wet you are, itâs fairly easy for Kiba to turn rougher; to turn more bestial and wild and relentless with every push and shove of his hips that he drills into yours. He even uses the vibe heâs had to listen to you pleasure yourself with over the phone these last couple of weeks, in order to help you with your little problem.
But youâre not just wet, youâre also insatiable â yes, thatâs what you are! Constantly making noise and clawing at him like a little slut, looking at him with tearful eyes as the fever keeps on kicking you into the goddamn ground. So itâs only when he mounts you, aiming to fuck you like an animal, that you start feeling any sort of satisfaction that actually manages to stick.Â
He uses his weight to roll you onto your tummy, and pins you down by placing you in a headlock that has you gasping for air, but also has you cumming on the spot again. Youâre pretty sure that itâs the sheer, utter strength and the size difference between your head and his arm that has you behaving this way now instead of the daze, but who knows?
âAlready? Christ,â he pants out, his hot exhales tickling your naked shoulder. His entire body is slick with sweat â youâre pretty sure you saw it dripping down his temples earlier. Itâs no wonder that the last couple of kisses youâve exchanged tasted salty. âWho wouldâve thought that a good girl like you likes to be fucked this nasty, huh?â
Your lips try to part so that you can answer his jab with one of your own, however your face is squished against his tattooed bicep, rendering that task nearly impossible. Besides that, heâs growling into your ear, crushing you with his weight, getting bigger and bigger, until heâs throbbing inside your cunt, making your voice useless either way.
âMy lilâ mate,â he continues, seemingly in a daze himself. Heâs whipped at this point, completely pussy drunk. âYou are, right? Mine?â
You still canât say anything other than choked up gibberish from how firmly heâs holding you, however you do make an effort to nod.
But itâs not like he waits for you to actually answer. No, all he does is start picking up speed; starts pounding away for real, eventually making you feel like heâs in your fucking guts each time he draws back and slams right back in.
âNngh⌠Iâm close, real fuckinâ close... Gimme one more and then Iâm⌠Iâm knotting ya, okay, sweetheart? Yeah?â he rasps between quick breaths, voice so hoarse and hot that it ignites a fire straight up inside your soul. âJusâ one more and then weâre makinâ pups, âkay?â
That last sentence alone is enough to get you reaching your finish real fucking fast. Your eyes roll back, your ass pushes up so that he can reach even deeper inside you. His balls slap against your clit with every harsh, unforgiving thrust, and itâs like youâve gone to heaven.
Maybe itâs a good thing that heâs got you trapped in a headlock. Besides it being the hottest thing that a guy has ever done to you in bed so far, it also ensures that you stay nice and quiet.Â
So it only takes you a minute or two to become undone underneath him because of all thatâs happening. And the second you tighten around him â the strongest youâve ever squeezed him tonight â his thrusting turns irregular and almost kind of jerky, picking up in speed more and more until he eventually reaches his climax and comes to a full stop.
Kiba grits his too-big teeth when he cums, spilling every last drop of his warm release inside you and closing his eyes during it. Every muscle in his body hurts from how overly tense heâd forced them to be whilst trying not to go too far since youâre so fragile. But as he wills himself to finally loosen up a little bit, he realizes that that hurts even more. The groan he lets out as a result can barely be registered as human.
But itâs not over just yet. You feel the now familiar, but equally as strange, sensation as his knot begins to swell inside you. The stretch builds up while it fills more and more space, pressing against your tender walls and causing your pussy to protest as it tries to accommodate all of him.
Youâre stuck together once again, panting, sweating, trying to piece yourselves back into what you once were while also feeling completely, utterly fucked out.
His breathing is still heavy as he releases the headlock to ask, âWhat the fuck happened just now?â
âOh, gosh.â You let out a small, muffled groan underneath him, fussing into the pillow, âI could ask you the same thing.â
âYou acted like you were in heat,â he continues, concern shining in his yellow eyes. âWent all feral on me and shit.â
âI feel like I still am,â you say, whining when you feel his knot throbbing inside you in answer. âWeâre probably gonna have to go for round two.â
âFine by me.â He muses before a breathless snicker escapes him. âIâll fuck you until sunrise if thatâs what you want, baby.â
âDonât act like you didnât almost die from a heart attack just now.â
He grins from ear to ear. âPussy so good it kills.â
You roll your eyes. âI wish it did.â
âAll right, thatâs it. Youâre getting squished as punishment.â
âNo, wait-â
Ignoring your protests, Kiba succumbs to the tiredness and drops his weight upon you exactly like heâd done the first time when heâd mounted you during the summer. However, before he can kiss you and shower you in praise for doing so well yet again, a small, sudden growl resonates from deep within his chest.
His sensitive wolf hearing picks up on the sound of keys jingling from the other side of the front door, as well as the drunken giggles and wheezing.
Your roommates are back. Great timing.
Looks like youâll have to play it quiet.
âââ
Dating a werewolf is easier than expected, when said werewolf is also your best friend.
But even after being in a relationship with him for almost five years now â the last two of those spent living in an adorable little apartment together â you still canât help but be fazed by how rough he ends up looking after every transformation.
Kibaâs shirt is torn in some places when he comes home the morning after heâd ventured out into the woods to cross off yet another full moon off his calendar. Besides the shirt, you also notice that his shoes are muddy and that his jeans are covered in dirt. Oh, and youâre pretty sure that thereâs a twig poking out of his hair.Â
All in all, he looks absolutely dead-beat; so exhausted that he canât even give you a proper smile as he kicks his sneakers off and drags his feet across the kitchen floor. When he finally plops down onto the chair he favours, itâs accompanied by a sigh.
You stand up from your own seat so that you can walk over and give him a kiss on the forehead. When you do, you catch a whiff of his scent. He smells earthy; like rich soil and wet moss. Like a rainy forest.
âHungry?â you mumble against his tan skin, combing your fingers through his hair to get rid of the twig thatâs definitely stuck in there. After a bit of effort, you succeed in pulling it out and make sure to toss it in the trash as you head for the fridge.
âStarvinâ,â he answers behind you, his voice completely worn out. âMy stomach hurts like a motherfucker from how empty it is.â
âWell, thatâs your own fault, now isnât it? If youâd transformed here like you did last time, I wouldâve made sure you were fed throughout the night,â you chide, rummaging through the fridge to pick up the carton of eggs youâd bought the day before. âI even took a day off work because of it, and yet you still decided to go out there into the woods.â
âI gotta keep that dawg in me somehow, donât I?â he says, laughing like a kid.
âYou can keep that dawg in you while youâre lying on a warm couch instead of the cold, wet ground,â you reply, grabbing the eggs. âBacon?â
âYes, please,â he says, propping his cheek against one hand.
With his eyes back to their normal brown, Kiba watches you move across the kitchen that youâd built together over the course of an entire week after moving in. Heâd boasted that he was entirely capable of doing it himself and had cancelled on the assembly guys without even as much as offering you the chance to argue back.Â
Nowadays, whenever he gets another similarly dumb idea, you use the kitchen as a firm example of the consequences that it may bring.
âIf I didnât know any better, I would have thought that you were trying to domesticate me,â he muses, feeling his stomach clench at the smell of food thatâs beginning to sizzle on the pan now. âOr you just want to sit on my face when Iâm in my monster form again. Thatâs also an option.â
God, heâs so hungry that it hurts.
âYouâre lucky I donât put you up for adoption just for saying that,â you say, tossing the egg shells away. With how fast embarrassment swoops in, twisting your expression into a flustered one, youâre happy that youâve got your back turned towards him.
âWhat? You gonna tell me you didn't enjoy the stuff we did last month?â he asks, smirking at the memory. ââCause I seem to recall someone whining like a lilâ bitch in heat from only a couple flicks of tongue.â
Heâs not wrong. Ever since heâd finally allowed you to see him in his other form a couple years ago, youâd been excited to experiment a little after the initial shock had worn off. So far, thereâs been a lot of licking, plenty of dry humping and zero penetration whatsoever; if you exclude that one time when you tried to take him into your mouth but had ended up slobbering all over his dick instead.
Heâs simply too big, and youâve learned to accept it by now. Rubbing your pussy over the enormous length of his werewolf cock is all you can do, but itâs still satisfying either way. Especially when he cums because of how turned you are at the sight of him even when heâs fucking huge and equipped with sharp claws and teeth that could kill just as easily as they could protect. During those times, his release ends up covering your entire tummy and makes a mess out of his fur.
Nevertheless, Kiba feels so lucky that youâre willing to accept all of him. Feels like the luckiest man â or should he rather say wolf â to ever walk the face of the planet. Itâs easier when heâs got a partner to lean on.
âHey. Language,â you say, your voice stern.
âSorry.â He lets out a soft little hum in apology thatâs meant to appease you further. âIâll stay home next month, okay? I promise.â
âYou donât have to,â you say, definitely wishing he did.
âI want to,â he says back.
When you go to place the plate before him, he pulls you down so that you can sit on his lap instead. After a little bit of squirming and whining about how heâs going to get your pyjama shorts dirty, you eventually settle down when he places his hand on your thigh and pats it affectionately.Â
âYou sure you want to stay here next month?â you mumble. Watching your bare feet dangle freely in the air now, you stroke him over the back of his head with an absent-minded look in your eyes. âI donât want you to feel cooped up just because of me.â
âYes, because I canât take another month of seeing you be so worried about me,â he says sweetly, grabbing the fork that youâd placed on the table earlier.
Your expression turns blank. âWho said I was worried about you?â
He gives you a look that spells bullshit.
ââŚOh fine, maybe I did worry just the tiniest bit,â you huff, pursing your lips. âBut can you blame me? I mean, look at the shape youâre in whenever you come back!â
âYeah, I look cool as fuck,â he mumbles before swallowing, already munching on the eggs. You just know heâll wolf them down the second you get off his lap. âLike Bear Grylls.â
You blink, slowly. âBear Grylls drank his own piss on live television.â
âI mean, if I-â
âNo,â you cut in, sighing. âWhatever you were about to say just now, the answer is no.â
âMeh,â he says, taking another bite. âYouâre no fun.â
You stare at his side profile, at the way his jaw works as he chews, at how the sun filters through the window thatâs across the room and paints his tan skin golden. Itâs not long before your hand is reaching out towards him, cupping his cheek so that you can press a warm kiss on his temple.
âSucks to be you then, I guess,â you say, smiling cheekily. âSince youâre stuck with a lame mate and all that.â
âNah, youâre cool as a mate,â he says, angling his head more into your touch on pure instinct. âYouâre just a lame best friend. Still love ya, though!â
But despite the teasing remark that heâs just thrown your way, the truth is that Kiba loves you as his best friend just as much as he loves you as his mate.Â
And judging by the little box that heâs hidden in the back of his closet recently, it seems like heâs going to love you as his wife very soon, too.
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can you do like a spin off to the fic you did where rafe went to the strip club, and instead of them making up y/n stands on business and leaves đ? thank you if you do i love your writing smmm
based off of this request
warnings: angst, cheating
a/n: i heard yâall loud and clear, i hope you guys like this version just as much, if not more <3
âfuck, they donât make them like this on figure eight.â you watched with watery eyes as rafeâs hands roamed the body of a stranger, his friends hollering in the background. seeing rafe receive a lap dance shouldâve been enough for you to click out of instagram and call it quits, but you couldnât help yourself in watching the rest of kelceâs stories. after skimming through the rest of the photos and videos, you didnât have any tears left in you to cry.
getting up on shaky legs, you took everything you could fit in a suitcase, ignoring the calls from rafe as you went around your shared bedroom, grabbing your things. just as you were taking your last bag downstairs, the front door opened, revealing the last person you wanted to face right now. âwhatâs all of this?â your head shot up at the voice, your lips swollen from biting on them so hard. âwhatâs wrong?â he moved close, making you back away.
âplease donât touch me.â your voice came out weak. rafe scoffed, blinking rapidly as you took a seat on the couch, holding your head in your hands. âwhatâs wrong with you? why do you have all your shit down here?â he kneeled in front of you, the smell of cheap perfume filling your senses. âyou should probably remind your friends to hide me from their story ânext time you want to let someone put their boobs in your face.â you sniffled, avoiding his gaze.
rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he reached for your arm. âbaby, please, i can explain everything.â you smiled, shaking your head. âyou donât have to. i really donât care anymore, iâm leaving.â he narrowed his eyes at you, stumbling over his next words. âw-what the fuck are you talking about?â he grabbed two of your bags, about to take them upstairs before you stopped him. âthis isnât the first time youâve been unfaithful, rafe, and if i donât leave right now, it wonât be the last.â your voice cracked.
he shook his head, jogging upstairs, only to see you had cleared everything that belonged to you. rafeâs heart dropped, it looked like you had never been here to begin with. panic settled in his gut. âyou canât leave, i wonât let you.â he came back down, his eyes filled with guilt. âi already have a car on the way.â rafe shouted, punching the air. ây/n, iâm begging you baby, please letâs just go to bed-â you watched him cry, and for the first time you felt nothing. âweâll forget all about this in the morning, alright? iâll take you somewhere nice for breakfast, we could spend the day on the druthers the way that you like.â by the way he was talking, it sounded like he was reassuring himself more than you.
âand sweep it under the rug just like the last few times? no.â you laughed bitterly. âyou cheat and time and time again i donât do anything about it. iâm so tired, rafe. âtired of hearing the women at the country club call me âdumb and cluelessâ, iâm tired of everyone giving me pitiful looks everytime we walk inside a room.. iâm tired of not being valued.â you looked down at your hand, removing the promise ring that clearly didnât mean anything.
âhey, hey, come on,â he pulled you up, âi value you, you know i do. i get you everything you want, goddamit, i take care of you!â you flinched at the volume of his voice. âi could get myself whatever i want rafe. all iâve ever wanted was for you to be faithful, and you canât even do that.â he watched as you glanced outside. âmy ride is here.â he blinked, everything hitting him all at once. ây/n, stop.â he held you in place, not allowing you to move until you shoved him.
âthereâs someone out there who is going to love me, and care about my feelings in all situations, someone who isnât selfish.â you started rolling your suitcase out of the house, rafe following closely behind. âplease donât leave!â he ran his fingers through his hair. he begged and begged until you had the very last bag. âi hope one day you meet someone like yourself, fall in love with them, and see that no matter what you do, it will never be enough.â he watched you get into the black suv, feeling nothing but despair as the car drove away.
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Party Monster - Wanda Maximoff Kinktober #01
Summary: A Halloween party takes an interesting turn when Wanda reunites with her ex-girlfriend. Maybe she'll learn a lesson or two, or maybe she'll still be terrible at following orders.
Warnings: (+18), Dom!Reader with Brat!Wanda, ex-girlfriends who are not over each other at all, really rough smut with teasing and orgasm denial, a lot of cursing, power dynamics, toxic behavior, unhealthy relationship (implied), the âcheating vs we are on a breakâ dilemma, mentions of a party atmosphere but no explicit alcohol consumption mentioned, Ghostface mask during smut scene âcause Iâm a simp for Amber Freeman. | Words: 2.688k
A/N- Someone needs to get slasher movies away from me, but I thought this would be a good theme for kinktober. And we started with dom!Reader too because itâs a tradition. Good reading by the way, your horny people.
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It was definitely a bad idea.
Terrible, poorly thought-out, and reckless.
But Wanda finished putting the costume together and the final touch - the black gloves - made her take a deep breath, trying to gain a little confidence in her Halloween costume.
In the bedroom mirror, there was still a photograph that she knew she should have taken from there to at least fool herself that she could move on, but just as she had done dozens of times before, Wanda adjusted the item to prevent it from falling.Â
Your smiling figure stares back at her, and Wanda sighs softly, ready to party.
She crossed the campus in half an hour, alone because the girls went ahead and honestly, Wanda wasn't that close to her friends nowadays. Not since the break-up anyway.
"Hey, Wanda!" The male voice shouting her name startles her for a moment. But she forces a smile as she is enveloped in a strong hug, Steve Rogers entering her field of vision in the next second. He looked drunk when she got a closer look. "Glad you could make it."
The forced smile begins to bother her face, so Wanda stops, swallowing dryly and trying not to look so uncomfortable.Â
"Yeah, thanks." She mumbles awkwardly, nodding towards the open door, where the party seems even fuller and livelier. "Stark sure knows how to throw a party."
Steve laughs. "That he does." He says, looking ready to start small talk. Usually, he's as out of place as Wanda in crowded environments, but now he's got enough alcohol in his system to seem cool compared to the rest of the team's jocks, who stand out at parties with their eyes closed. "The guys are inside, come say hi and we can get you something to drink."
The non-existent details of the exact people who constituted the " guys " Steve was referring to made Wanda's stomach turn. But the blond had already grabbed her hand and was pulling her into the crowd, and frankly, Wanda wasn't going to make a scene.
She could handle the possibility of you being at the party, even if she hadn't seen you for four weeks. And three days, nineteen hours, and according to the clock by the beers, fifteen minutes.
"Guys, look who showed up!" Steve announces to the group at the ping pong tables. Wanda remembers the first year when you first visited the fraternity house and you made a joke about the number of expensive objects in the place, and she laughed even though she didn't really get the joke. God, she was so whipped back then.
The whole group looks at them at once. Wanda almost giggles at the scene, all the creative costumes are a sight to behold. Natasha in leather outfits similar to her sister's, or Tony in some kind of colorful armor. Thor dressed as the god after whom he was named, and Clint as a green archer.Â
And then there was you, with a ghostface mask around your neck so you could get to taste your drink.
You almost choke on the liquid when you meet Wanda's gaze, and she could consider it a personal victory. At least you looked as affected as she was.
It's obvious that the atmosphere gets heavy. Everyone there knows that you two broke up and that it wasn't a pretty thing. Or easy.
And maybe that's why Yelena hides a tense laugh behind her glass of drink and Natasha rushes over to greet Wanda and put an end to the scene.
The only person Wanda really wants to greet tonight puts her mask back on. You drop the glass and leave without saying anything, making the mood even worse.Â
Natasha clears her throat and strokes Wanda's arm gently. "Don't mind her, I, we, are happy to see you, sweetheart. I'll talk to her, enjoy the party."
It's sweet of Natasha to worry, but as the night goes on and you don't exchange a word, and you keep ignoring her, Wanda doesn't feel a bit better.
She tries to have a good time, but her gaze keeps seeking out your figure, which manages to evade her curiosity masterfully.Â
You disappear for a good few minutes after beer-pong, and Wanda begins to consider leaving. So she dismisses Bucky Barnes' story about a mess with the rival team and decides to be miserable in her bed instead of at a party full of strangers.
She turns into the corridor and there's a Ghostface cornering a pretty girl at the bottom of the stairs.
Anger blooms and dominates her actions before she can think about it. She lunges forward and grabs the figure by the cap of the costume, hard enough to almost knock the couple over.
The male's shout makes her wince.
"Are you fucking mental?" Complains the stranger in confusion and indignation.
"I-I, shit, I thought it was someone else" She stammers with wide eyes, walking backward, away from the confused couple.Â
The scene attracts the attention of a few people around, but she feels her back hit somebody and before she can turn around, two hands come around her waist and push her away from the angry guy.
Wanda blinks, and you shove him away harshly. "Back the fuck off, motherfucker."Â
The man snorts indignantly. By now, half the party is staring at the scene. "What the hell? She started it."
"And I'm finishing, fuck off." You cut him off coldly, and you probably wear that costume better than he does, because the guy hesitates and turns away to grab the girl's hand behind him, leaving without saying another word.
You turn your masked face to Wanda, and she feels hers burning with shame. All you do is shake your head in disbelief and take the hard way upstairs.
Wanda follows you without thinking about it.
She stops the bedroom door from closing with her hand and ignores your protest.
"I'm sorry-"
"I don't want to talk to you." You cut her off, holding up a finger. "I don't even want to look at you, Maximoff. Get the fuck out." You advance but Wanda is quicker. She closes the door behind her, and you end up pressing her into the wood by the arms.Â
You sigh heavily, as affected as she is.Â
"I thought it was you." She confesses in a shaky whisper, her hands trapped behind the body you kept squeezing. "I don't know what I'd do if I saw you with someone else."
You chuckle dryly, taking a step back. "Apparently you'd try to throw me to the ground."
Your attempt to pull away completely is interrupted - Wanda grabs your wrists, trying to get you to wrap your arms around her again. It becomes a struggle of pushing and impatient grunting. Until Wanda is forced against the bed, and her apologies break down into a dirty moan.
Your hand around her neck - in an attempt to get her to shut up and stop repeating what you don't want to hear - has a very different effect.Â
You're on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with your own body. Wanda thinks you can feel how wet she is against your thigh.
"Don't make a fucking sound. I don't want to hear you, understand?" You warn, the loosest grip on her throat to allow her to breathe. Wanda nods obediently and has to bite her lip hard when you pull up her skirt, only to grope for her panties.Â
Silence is an impossible task, especially when your fingers, so eager and familiar, thrust into her without warning. She squirms, throbbing in your fingerprints, and the sigh of pleasure is yours.
"Fuck, I've missed your pussy." You pant, fucking her carelessly, hard, and deep. The sound of Wanda's soaked arousal makes her ears burn - but she doesn't mind. She's busy trying to keep still, even when you're driving her over the edge so quickly. You notice, of course, and pull out as soon as she's ready to let go, and Wanda breaks into a loud whimper, her hips thrusting restlessly into the air.
You let go of her throat to grab her cheeks. "You're not going to come, Wanda. You don't deserve it. And you know why, don't you?"
Her pussy is throbbing, enough to be almost painful, knocking her out of orbit. All she can do is whimper, nodding; you let out a wicked chuckle. "And why don't you deserve it, darling?"
Of course, you'd make her admit it. Because everything so far hasn't been hell enough. Wanda turns her face away, and with her silence, a slap hits her pussy. She spasms, moaning loudly, her back arched in the mattress.Â
She almost came in one go. Holding onto the edge at the last second.
"Oh god please." She whimpers shamelessly, and you grunt, watching the wetness ooze down her thighs, her pussy clenching against the emptiness in front of you. Wanda wants to come so badly that you almost feel sorry for her. "Just... one time. I'll do whatever you want."
You chuckle, and spread her legs a lit more to fit your body, pressing her against the bed. The friction between your joined hips makes her groan, trying to grind up onto you, but you remain firm, holding her still.
"Tell me." You demand. "Why aren't you allowed to come?"
She shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I can't."
You sigh impatiently and walk away at once. Wanda almost cries at the lack of contact.
"Get out of my room."
"N-no, please-"
"Then say it!"
Despite her shame, Wanda swallows her tears. "I fucked up."
You chuckle coldly, busy opening a drawer. "Clarify it." You command, and Wanda only obeys because she knows very well what's in the last drawer of your bedside table, she can feel herself clenching for the feeling. With a dry throat, and looking brazenly at what you're wrapping around your waist, she retorts: "I fucked someone else." She murmurs, biting her lip when the hardness is properly fitted. You laugh dryly.
"Hm, and why did you do that?"
Wanda spreads out on the bed, a bait. You don't fall for it. She pants in anticipation. "I wanted to get a reaction out of you. We're on a break. I wanted you to regret it."
Your hand begins to slowly masturbate the dildo and Wanda lets out a shuddering breath, becoming even more aroused by the image.Â
âIâm the one who will make you regret it.â It is your final clarification. But Wanda gasps.
"Take your mask off, I want to look at you."
But you chuckle again, darkly enough for Wanda to shudder. "What you want doesn't matter to me anymore."Â You retort, and Wanda has no room for hurt now, the lust and longing for the feel of your body on hers taking over all her senses. "Get on all fours, youâre gonna watch yourself."
Wanda moves on trembling limbs, her face burning. She tries to ignore the mirror in the corner of the room, but as soon as you're behind her, your hand grabs her hair and forces her head up.Â
The Ghostface mask stares back at her. "You're going to watch me fuck your needy pussy and you're not going to cum, Wanda. No matter how much you want it, how much you beg for it." You warn sternly, your free hand adjusting the toy at her entrance. "Because petty, selfish girls who ruin a three-year fucking relationship don't deserve to come, do they?"
She shakes her head, at this point, she thinks she'll agree to anything you say. And you must understand that pleasure has gotten the better of her because you start masturbating her entrance with the tip of the fake cock and it's enough for her knees to give way. She whines in a plea.
"Please-"
You sink into her at once, filling her to the brim and Wanda moans throatily, her hands clutching the sheets. The last time you were this deep, playing power games, Wanda squirted on the new sheets, and she's not sure that after going a month without touching you, she can stop it from happening again. "God."
You chuckle hoarsely, seeming to have the best time in the world with this. You pull out of her only to enter again, slow enough for Wanda to let out a sob. "Hold it."
"I-I can't." She cries out, choking on her own breath, and instead of taking pity, you sink in again, picking up a rough pace. Wanda would have fallen onto the mattress, but you grab her hair again and force her to watch what's happening.
"Look how beautiful you are when you're being properly fucked." You tease, your hips never failing against her. Wanda can only moan in return, each second more impossible to stop the knot in her belly from bursting. "I know no one makes you this wet, Wanda. No one knows your body like I do." To prove a point, your hand slips between her legs, and eager fingers flick her neglected clit exactly in the way that makes her squeal to the ceiling.Â
Thank God for the loud sound of Tony Stark's parties.
Wanda is sure she's going to cum by now, and you can tell because you've been through this hundreds of times, and you know her body like the back of your hand. The fake cock slides out the second she's ready to let it go, and Wanda collapses flaccidly onto the bed with the lack of your hands while unable to hold back her tears.
"Fuck you, I hate you, I fucking hate you, you bitch." She babbled breathlessly, the frustration of her second stolen orgasm of the night making her groggy. You chuckle as she squirms on the bed, hugging her own body, and Wanda doesn't even notice that you've moved away just to lock the door.
Wanda is still trying to catch her breath when you remove the mask in one pull and kneel in front of her on the bed, between her legs which you pull open.Â
You don't give her a chance to prepare, you move in and start eagerly fucking her pussy, ignoring how Wanda writhes on the bed and muffles her moans in the mattress.Â
"Oh my god." She meows, her knuckles clutching the sheets, and the only thing stopping her thighs from closing against your head are your hands holding her tight. "I c-can't hold it, detka! 'can't-"
You stop again, and Wanda thinks she might kill you. This time, you sigh into her. "Hold it, or I swear to God I'll switch to another college."
Wanda is forced to chuckle at that. It's stilted and hoarse, and she knows there's a grain of truth in your words, but she does it anyway. Even more annoyed, you stand up.Â
She despairs but is giggling nervously. "No, wait, babe, I'll behave, I promise."
It's your turn to chuckle, in disbelief at the scene. Wanda clung to you as if your departure was the worst thing in the world.Â
"You're a lying brat, Wanda." You say, and despite the harsh words, your hand gently strokes her hair. Wanda sighs shakily, the redness in her cheeks showing how much she enjoyed the words. You push her hands away and take two steps back. Far enough, you quickly untie the item from around your waist. "I'm going back to the party. And if you want to cum tonight, you'll stay here. Waiting like a good girl."
She opens her mouth to protest, but you hold up a finger in warning, and the seriousness in your gaze is enough for her to know that if she disobeys now, you'll send her away.
Swallowing dryly, she lets you go, and when the door closes, she throws herself back on the mattress.Â
Her bodyâs on fire, and the traces of your shampoo on the pillow don't help. She moans low, adjusting to touch herself.Â
Maybe, just maybe, you won't mind if she comes while looking at your picture on the bedside table.Â
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Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (one shot)
Summary: Joel forgets date night and has guys night instead, which makes you act out. Joel isnât too happy and has to punish you in the best way he knows how.
Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Mean!joel, swearing, arguing, brat tamer! If you squint, drinking, teasing Joel, a slight comment about cheating but would never, rough!joel, spanking,choking,spitting, manhandling, sir!kink, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, pet names (little girl, little one, baby doll, Joel calls you a crazy bitch oNCE, etc) power dynamic, big girthy age gap (not specified but enough to where you call him old man) slight bullying of peepaw for forgetting stuff, rough sex. Let me know if Iâm missing anything!
Word Count: 3K
This is 1000% based on this gif @worhols sent me đ¤ love u Becca
Even though your Saturday morning was filled with a shift at work, you couldnât wait to get home to see your man and take all afternoon to get ready for your date at 7. Date night was far and in between now for you two, so some fun outside the house was what you were needing. Your key entered the lock on the front door and turned, pushing the door open to music echoing from the basement.Â
The kitchen counter was covered in beer boxes and bottles of liquor, chips, and Joelâs case of poker. What the fuck?
âJoel, honey?â You called out and you could hear the thumping on the basement stairs from his boots getting louder as he got closer to the main floor.Â
âHey baby doll, whatâs up? How was work?â The back of his hand wipes his forehead slowly, gathering all the sweat off of him. The look on your face was so telling that something was bothering you.Â
âWork was fine, uh Iâm wondering why thereâs shit all over the counter like youâre going to have guys night in the basement?â You crossed your arms across your chest and met his eyes, his jaw slowing the gum chewing down as he thought carefully of what to say next.Â
âBeeecause weâre playing poker tonight in the basementâŚâ It came out more as like a question and then it became apparent to you he completely forgot about your date night.Â
You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, âJoelâŚwe were supposed to have a date tonight..did you not remember?â
For such a tan man, you didnât think he could turn so pale with shock. His hands met his hips and he sighed, looking down at his boots.Â
âDarlinâ listen I- Iâm sorry I forgot we had plans. Tommy asked if we could do it here and it slipped my mind about date night tonight.â Those beautiful brown eyes found yours once more and made your body shiver with sadness and anger. âHow did you forget when Iâve been reminding you all week? Jesus Christ, you donât listen to me, old man.â You turned and started to take off your jacket, not wanting to say anymore than what you already have.Â
âWatch your fuckinâ tone with me little girl. I already told you I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?â
âNothing, Joel. I donât want you to do anything except go down there and have a fun time with your friends and play your stupid fucking game. I should ask one of them to take me out because if you canât remember a simple date, maybe they can show me a better time.â The smartass tone was dripping off your words and it only heated the situation more.
âWhat the hell did you just say?â His head cocked to the side to make sure he heard you correctly. The smirk on your face only made him more irritated and he was just about to ask you to repeat yourself when he was cut off by the doorbell ringing.
âSaved by the bell, go figure.â You muttered at him and went to open the door leaving Joel standing there in a mix of emotions. Youâd never in a million years date his friends but you just wanted to get a rise from him. It was only fair he was in a shitty mood after putting you in one.
You greeted them all with small âhellosâ and smiles, Tommy engulfing you in a hug.Â
âAre you playinâ poker with us tonight sweetheart?â He asks as he releases you from his arms, walking to Joel and hits his arm lightly. Joel is still clearly caught off guard from your snappy digs and doesnât say anything to anyone.Â
âOh, no. No poker for me. Joel forgot to mention it to me, guess that age is starting to catch up to him, huh?â You joke, putting the clean dishes away that were still in the strainer. All the guys laugh and Tommy nudges Joel right in his side with a stupid grin on his face.Â
âYou just gonna take that from her? Man youâre soft now.â He says to Joel and laughs again. Joel looks up at you and burns imaginary holes into your back from staring so hard. âSâalright, sheâs jusâ being a brat right now. Why donât you guys grab the shit from the counter and weâll start soon?â Joel asks and nods to the countertop in front of you as you stand against the cabinets and squint at him. They grab the stuff and start to head down, a few of them and Tommy hanging back to wait for Joel.Â
He walks to you and grabs your wrist by your hip and squeezes it, whispering in your ear, âKnock it off. Now.âÂ
You snatch your wrist from him and he places a rough kiss on your cheek, barely pressing his lips to your skin. He was pissed off at you for even entertaining that stupid idea of you and his friends to him.Â
âYes, sir.â He clocked your sarcasm instantly and glared at you. Your eyes met his only for a moment as he turned around on his heel and headed to the basement. With a short moment he disappears down the stairs and youâre left sulking in your emotions. This wasnât the first time he forgot date night, this was actually the fourth. If Joel thought he could start to get comfortable and not put in so much effort for taking you out anymore, boy did he have another thing coming.Â
âFuckinâ asshole.â you mumble to yourself and clean up the mess he left of grocery bags and receipts.Â
After about an hour cleaning up the main floor and having to listen to Joel's laugh carry up the stairs and into your ears, you had enough. If he wanted to play, you could play too.
Going to your shared bedroom, you start going through his closet and grab one of his old white t-shirts he had made up for work years ago. Their logo on the back left more room in the front to see everything under it. Slipping on your shortest pajama shorts and hiking them up just under your ass, you giggled at yourself in the mirror and almost changed your mind when you noticed your dress hanging in your closet that you planned to wear tonight. With the sunset slowly turning blue for the night, that burning fire in you started to reignite.Â
You make your way slowly down the steps with the laundry basket tucked into your side, clearly your excuse to even go down there. The men were circled around the table, music still blaring and the string lights glittering the ceiling. âNo no no, so then I told her to stop usinâ her teeth, it-â You cleared your throat and Tommy shut up quickly, turning around to face you. Joel didnât even bother to look up until they greeted you, much different than earlier now that you were half dressed. His eyes were zeroed on on your body, his nostrils flared and the cards being held in his hands slowly started to bend.Â
âDonât mind me, just here to do some laundry before I go to bed.â That was a bold face lie. Joel knew you werenât going to sleep. He also knew you werenât down here to do laundry, you hated doing laundry.Â
âAll good, girl. Youâre no bother to us.â James said, the one who had been eyeing you since you tiptoed down here.Â
You opened the dryer to empty it in the laundry basket, bending over more and more with each scoop inside to get clothes out. Joel coughed loudly when he noticed what you were doing and it made you jump, not expecting him to be so obnoxious with it. âYou doinâ alright baby? Need another beer?â You ask a little too sweetly and he doesnât blink once when you meet his gaze after standing up straight, a stupid smirk forming on your lips.
âSure, fâyou wanna get me one.â He grumbled.Â
You wandered over to the small fridge in the corner with a piece of clothing tucked under your arm and grabbed a beer, walking over to him and cracking it open for him. He leaned to one side to really look at you, noticing that shitty grin plastered all over your face.Â
âWhat kind of girlfriend would I be if I didnât do nice things for you, baby?â You rhetorically asked and folded the pair of panties you shoved under your arm just a second ago. Everyone's eyes fell onto what little fabric there was of the bejeweled thong that said âAngelâ on the front.
Joel was shooting daggers at you and you knew how much you were getting under his skin at this point. You took a seat on his lap and looked at his cards, not once looking at him. âAll inâ James says as he pushes his chips to the middle and his eyes wander up your chest. James was older than Joel and not that good looking. It wasnât surprising he took a liking to you since heâs cheated on his wife three times now. The other guys were out and it was just between Joel and James. Ironic.Â
âYouâre bluffinâ you sorry bastard.â Joel chuckles and lays down his cards, straight flush.Â
James groaned and tossed his cards in the middle and you looked to see a full house. You jump off Joel's lap and bounce up and down cheering for him, genuinely happy he won. What you forgot about was your boobs were also bouncing up and down. âAlright, thatâs it. Guys, Iâll be back in a second. Start over without me and donât you fuckinâ steal any chips from me.â He states and grabs the laundry basket off the ground, your arm in his other hand and drags you up the stairs. Fuck. Too far.
He marches up all the way to your room and tosses you facedown on the bed, panting from anger. âWhat the fuck was that, little one? Hm?â You donât move as he rips off your shorts to expose the white panties covering your ass.Â
âWhat? I was just having fun, Joel.â You snap back and brush your hair from your face to look at him. His jaw clenched together as he nodded once, rubbing the stubble on his chin.Â
âYa know baby, somethinâ just tells me that isnât the complete truth.âYou wanted male attention so bad you were whorinâ yourself around down there in front of anyone whoâd look at you for 5 fuckinâ seconds.â His belt was beginning to come undone and you knew what was going to happen. âJoel..baby, please Iâm sorry I-â
âShut your fuckinâ mouth. Stay still. Since Iâm such an old man and canât remember jack shit, count for me baby. If you fuck up, Iâll start over.â He straddles the back of your thighs and moves your panties up out of the way, smacking your ass hard.Â
âO-one.â A grunt leaves his mouth after you start counting. His big hand comes down again, smacking the same spot, already red. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering at the pain.
âTwo-o.â Your voice shutters.Â
Joelâs hand collides with your ass cheek once more. âYouâll learn one of these times not to be a smart ass to me, baby doll.â
âFuck, Joel- three.â You can feel the welt starting to form.Â
You can hear him laughing behind you as he anchors you to the bed more, the pain making your ears ring. Joel spanks you again, the roughest heâs done it yet.Â
Your mouth drops in agony and tears start to fall down your face.Â
âF-fou-r.â The silent sobs slowly start to leave your lips.Â
His other hand comes by your face and ever so gently wipes the tears spilling from your pretty eyes and down your cheeks.
âCryinâ wonât get you out of this baby girl. You wanted to act like a badass, take the punishment that follows. Got it?â
You couldnât muster up anything other than, âY-yes.âÂ
âYes, what? Say it.âÂ
You swallowed harshly and took a deep breath before answering.
âYes, sir.âÂ
The hot sensation on your ass cheek was spreading all over your body, the sting from his hand cracking your flesh again made you wince, begging for him to stop.Â
âAhh-five.â You seemed to have been losing your voice, only able to squeak out the number rattling in your brain.Â
Instead of cracking you again, Joel rubs where heâs been spanking you and groans.Â
âHave you learned your lesson you fuckinâ brat? Gonna be a good girl for me now?â He leans down and whispers in your ear.
You lay there still and unable to speak, a small nod was the only way you could answer. Joel reaches in front of your face and clears your vision of your hair and kisses your cheek roughly. âI dunno princess, think I might have to punish you some more.â His evil chuckle vibrated against your cheek as he kissed it again.Â
Without a single word more, Joel laid over the top of you with your arms pinned against your back and you began to wiggle.Â
âTake this fuckinâ cock baby. You want attention so bad, so stupid for cock, well here it is. Stay still.â He yanks down your panties and spits on his fingers before shoving his hand between your thighs as you squirm, his fingers starting at your soaking wet cunt all the way back to your asshole.Â
The pre-cum leaking from the slightly swollen red tip was spread around the head before Joel rammed his cock so far inside your aching entrance. You mule out and he covers your mouth roughly, yanking you against his chest.Â
âShut the fuck up, they donât need to know how good I fuck you. Shut that pretty mouth up before I put it to use.â He growls and starts to thrust inside you, ramming into your cervix in no time. The rough hold on your mouth makes your cries and moans so muffled but just audible enough for Joel to hear.Â
âSo damn wet for me princess, knew you like when I spank ya like that. Such a nasty little thing fâme. Think those assholes downstairs could fuck you like I do?â A rough kiss against your neck makes your eyes roll back and whine out, needing him to split you open from the inside. His calloused hand still covers your mouth and you shake your head in disagreement.Â
âUse your big girl words baby.â Joel grunts and uncovers your mouth, grabbing your waist roughly and thrusts into you harder.Â
You whimper and bite your lip and tilt your head back, looking deep into his dark brown eyes that were hungry for you. âNo, sir. I donât think they could ever fuck me the way you do. Your big fucking dick ramming into me and making me scream while you try to fit the whole thing inside me.â You could see your words were getting him somewhere, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.Â
He digs his fingers into the skin on your hip more and pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours. Joel was a grunter and wow did it turn you on. His teeth clenched, he moans your name and cusses at the end of it, tossing his head back to keep himself together.Â
âI wouldâve taken you right on that damn poker table and made you suck my cock in front of them if you woulda kept it up baby. You wanna act like a whore in front of âem, Iâll treat you like one. Would youâve wanted to suck my cock with them watchinâ?â He asks, pinching your nipple under his work shirt that was stuck to your body.Â
âI wouldâve done whatever you wanted, sir. I promise, sir I will do anything for you.â
He growls and bites your earlobe teasingly before licking it and the shell of your ear.
âYouâre a crazy little bitch for me arenât ya?â
âI-Iâm so close sir, fuck donât stop.â You whine and he shoves your head down into the bed, groaning loudly.Â
âNo baby, bad girls donât get to cum. You better not or Iâll spank you harder than before. Dâyou want me to spank you much harder than the last time, angel?â Your body was aching to cum, the mascara you applied hours ago now smeared and running down your cheeks.Â
âNo, sir.â The tears pricking your eyes as you could feel your orgasm just sitting in your stomach wanting to be released all over Joelâs cock.Â
He groans louder and pushes your head down to keep still while he drives his cock balls deep in you, slowing up as heâs bracing himself for the end of his fun.Â
Joel gives your ass a few more good smacks and you have to squeeze your legs shut to keep yourself from cumming. He wasnât fair for making you hold it, he liked seeing you helpless.Â
âGonna fill this little pussy full so you donât forget who you belong to, you got that?â His hand wraps around your throat as he engulfs you in his arms, fucking you sloppy until heâs panting like a dog in your ear. âFuck baby doll-fuck- Iâm gonna-a cum-ah-fuc-â Joelâs hot stream shoots inside you as he grunts loudly, grabbing a handful of your hair in the midst of fucking his load deep in your hole.Â
Your pussy squelches and you can feel your clit just screaming to get some attention, some relief. Joel's breaths regulate once more and he lays there behind you kissing your shoulder and back softly. âMaybe next time you wonât be a brat huh?â He chuckles and gets up to go to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth for you. He cleans you up and your eyes get heavy, sleep creeping up on you. Joel kisses your forehead, whispering in your ear, âGet some rest baby. Iâll be back up soon. Maybe Iâll let you cum then.âÂ
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Torn III
Kewis x Child!Reader
Summary: You're still sick
Mommy doesn't get you dressed properly the next day.
She lets you stay in your pyjamas because you're sick. She's sick too but not as sick as you.
Mom, of course, still has her hurt knee but she's the only one not sick in the entire house.
Your head pounds and your nose remains stuffy even as you play with your dinosaur toys, making them attack each other because they're in a war and that's what things do in a war. They fight.
"Open," Mommy says and you firmly clamp your teeth together," Chook, I'm not joking. Open."
She's got a syringe full of medicine in her hands and you refuse to open your mouth.
You've never had good tasting medicine before and you refuse to believe that Mommy's gone out and bought some.
You keep your mouth shut.
"Chook," She says sternly," This will make you feel better."
You sniff, wiping your nose on your shirt and shake your head. You know if you talk, Mommy's going to dose you up so you settle on just glaring, puffing out your cheeks to show her that you're wise to her tricks.
"Chook," She says again," We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way, you're taking your medicine."
"Chook," Mom says from the sofa," Come here."
Warily, you skirt around Mommy and run over to Mom, who lifts you up to sit next to her. Immediately, she attacks your sides with tickles and you can't keep your mouth closed anymore, opening it to let out peals of giggles.
Mommy squirts the medicine down your throat and Mom's ticklish hands disappear.
You glare, eyebrows drawing together in outrage. "That was mean!" You say," You cheated!"
Mommy laughs, ruffling your hair. "It was sneaky," She says," Not cheating. You'll feel better soon."
You huff but know she's right, shuffling off the sofa to return to your toys.
Helen joins you, curling up next to your side. Her ear flicks a few times as you continue your dino war. You have to blow your nose a few times because it gets clogged but Mommy is right because the churning of your stomach settles and your head no longer feels like it does when you bang it on a wall by accident.
"What do you want to watch?" Sam asks, channel surfing as she keeps one eye on you playing with Helen.
Kristie sighs. She doesn't look as bad as you did but it's still clear she's sick. She's got a bit of a fever and the end of her nose is all red. "Something that requires me to not think," She groans, massaging her temples to stem off the headache. She's only recently taken her own painkillers so she has a bit of wait until they kick in.
"So trash reality tv?" Sam teases and Kristie whacks her with a pillow.
You're playing nicely on the rug with Helen and your dinosaurs despite how ill you are.
Maybe eating all that dirt gave you a stronger immune system than Kristie thought.
"There's Love Island," Sam offers and you whip your head around.
"No!" You say," That's mine and Auntie Millie's show! You can't watch it! It'll spoil it!"
You sound adamant and Kristie manages to get out a laugh that could have been a cough.
"It's not a new episode, Chook," Sam assures you with her own laugh," It's last season. It's not going to spoil anything."
Your brow furrows for a moment before you're up on your feet. You've got two dinosaurs clutched in your hands as you wiggle yourself between your mothers.
They're sitting close enough that their legs are touching so you make sure to force them apart so you can be comfortable.
"Last season was okay," You tell Kristie very seriously," I will watch with you so you know what's going to happen. Mom, you need to put on Love Island."
Sam keeps laughing. "Oh? I need to, do I Chook?"
"Yes. That's what I just said. You need to, Mom."
With the other options being Deal or No Deal and Flog It, Sam's pretty sure that Love Island was truly her only option and changes the channel.
Clearly, the medicine has perked you up a bit because Kristie doesn't get a moment of respite the entire episode as you narrate what's going on during every single little moment.
Somehow, you manage to put yourself to sleep during it until you're lying draped over Sam and Kristie's laps.
"And we just let Millie watch this show with her?" Kristie asks, dumbstruck and Sam chuckles nervously.
"I didn't think she actually absorbed this much of it," Sam replies," It's like she studied it or something."
You shift a little in your sleep, death gripping your plastic dinosaurs so hard that Kristie can't pry them from your hands.
"Well," Kristie says," At least she's taking her nap without arguing."
"You mean, at least you can take your nap without her interrupting," Sam teases and Kristie rolls her eyes.
She lifts your limp body easily into her arms as she stands up. "Well, just for that. I don't think you can join us for naptime."
"Hey...Kristie! Kristie, wait! I'm sorry! Wait for me!"
Kristie doesn't wait for Sam though as she makes her way to their bedroom.
She settles you in the very middle of the bed but slipping in next to you.
You wiggle a little bit as Kristie tugs you closer, laying a protective hand over your belly just as Sam hobbles in, taking her own place in bed on your other side.
Helen joins in too, leaping up onto the bed and curling herself up around your feet.
"You have to get her to take medicine when we wake up," Kristie says, already half asleep.
"No fair! She's wise to my tricks now!"
"Not my problem, Sam."
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Part 2 of this cuz I wrote too much 𦦠this is another long one with possible ooc-ness but itâs a fanfic thatâs not meant to be taken seriously.
Taglist: @miraculous-panic (the og asker) and @spidernuggets @millyhelp @lanxsee @jaysgirlx @gloriousdreamerland
PreviouslyâŚ
*knock, knock, knock*
âAre you sure this is going to work?â Jason said as he looked back at Dick and Damian, who was forced by the older male into helping their brother with his relationship problem, perched on the fire escape of your apartment.
Dick sighed, putting his hands on his hips. âDo you want to save your relationship or not?â
âOf course I do!â Jason snapped, not liking the accusation that he didnât care enough about you to save something he was indirectly ruining with his secrecy; He just didnât like the danger he could potentially drag you into just for knowing whoâs under the RedHood, after all he wasnât really a well liked figure amongst certain powerful criminals in Gotham.
âThen you shouldnât hesitate in making things right with them.â Damian pipes up, much to Jason and Dickâs surprise as both of them were certain that he couldâve cared less for things heâd consider as trivial, though then again Damian had always been full of surprises and this was only one of them. âWhile your reasonings for not telling y/n are justified but in doing so. However youâve not only made them feel as though theyâre not trustworthy, but also insecure to the point that theyâve began suspecting you of cheating on them.â Jasonâs eyes downcast to the helmet within his hands and tightening his grip on it as though it had been the root of all his problems. âThe only way to rectify this misstep is by taking the risk of danger to secure the things you love most, for there is not one life lived that didnât come with itâs risks.â
âDamianâs right Jason.â Dick said softly as he helplessly watched the conflicting emotions run through his eyes and wanted nothing more then to help his brother avoid a broken heart. He had heard you from the times Jason accidentally slipped up during patrols together and immeditly knew the kind of hold you had over Jason, the type where Jason wishes he wasnât made a vigilante so that you two could live happily together without fear of one day finding that the other was taken away.
âI know.â Jason said as he looked longingly at the closed bedroom window that he knew you were on the opposite side of, probably staring at the same window while reaching for his knife that heâd given you for protection, ghosting his fingers against the empty knife sheath strapped at his thigh. âAnd thatâs why I need to go through with thisâŚno matter what happens next.â He then reached a hand to knock on the window again and taking a step back afterwards to wait for you to open it.
A couple minutes later and nothing. Not even the ruffle of a curtain and Jasonâs mind naturally made him think the worst as his breath hitches in his throat and he feels a tightening in his chest. âTheyâre not answering.â He said.
âGive it some more time, no sane person is going to open their window to a potential stranger.â Dick reasoned.
âTheyâre not answering.â Jason said again as he was fighting every urge to bust down the window but before he could even act on it, Damian grabbed ahold of his arm and pulled him back.
âItâs only been five minutes, are you that paranoid that in that time someone couldâve possibly kidnapped them?â He hissed but Jason had stopped listening to reason and tugged his arm out of Damianâs hold and puts his helmet back on and charges towards the window anyway, firmly set on the idea that somethings wrong, much to Dick and Damianâs dismay.
âJASON NO!â
âTt. Idiot.â
Everything that happened afterwards was a blur to Jason from the moment he broke through the window of his own apartment, from the sound of glass shattering, a horrified scream and the sounds of Damian and Dick calling after him didnât register to Jason, that was until he saw a frightened you backed up into a corner of the room, knife held out in front of you in the instance where you needed to defend yourself as tears collected in the corners of your eyes.
âWh-what are you doing in my apartment? I didnât- I havenât done anything wrong as far as Iâm aware.â You said, scared out of your wits as to why THE REDHOOD was in yours and Jasonâs bedroom, guns in each of his hands as he looked at you in utter silence -which was fucking terrifying- and all you wanted to do was call out for Jason because how the fuck did RedHood know where you live if he didnât get that information straight from Jason himself. Upon realising this fact, your fright became anger as then pushed yourself off of the wall and stood across the vigilante. âJason.â You muttered under your breath as the anger boiled your blood. âWhat did you do to MY Jason?!â You shouted, not thinking about the consequences of fighting someone who was the better fighter out of the two of you, only caring about what had happened to Jason for RedHood to be here.
âWoah! Thereâs been a misunderstanding-â Dick tried to calm the situation from escalation but he mustâve forgotten that he was in his NightWing attire as you looked at him with just as much fury in your eyes as there was fear and dread. âNightWing?â You asked, eyes darting between the two quite frankly intimidating men, your thoughts going a million miles an hour. âWhat the fuck is going on?!â You exclaimed. âIf you put the knife down and stop coming to conclusions then maybe youâll get your answers.â Damian said from the window, genuinely done with the whole thing and wants to go home to spend quality time with Titus and Alfred the cat.
âFine.â You, both mentally and emotionally exhausted, then drop the knife and sit on the bed to massage your temples. Dick then sits beside you whilst being respectful of your need for space during this time as Damian and Jason stay standing. âAs I said before, there has been a major misunderstanding here.â He begins. âJason is fine, more than fine actually, but heâs been meaning to tell you something really important.â He explains but your brows were immeditly raised at his as your eyes moved between him, Robin and RedHood, one of whom hadnât spoken in a long while since bursting into your bedroom. âAnd Iâm supposed to believe that sent all of you to tell me something he couldâve told me himself.â You said, unable to find the logistics of this. âIsnât that a littleâŚexcessive?â
Dick smiled, glad that youâve finally calmed down but was starting to grow worried at Jasonâs prolonged silence, he dared to glance his way and sees Jason getting ready to remove his helmet and quickly glanced back to you. âThen how about we let him tell you instead?â He says and again you were left confused by this until he gave you a gesture to look at RedHood and per following his instructions, you sat there in stunned silence as RedHood removed his helmet, revealing the mop of dark hair with itâs streak of white you could easily recognise anywhere and a familiar set of eyes. âHi chipmunk.â Jason said, holding his helmet to his hip.
You wordlessly got up from the bed and moved towards Jason -who was internally screaming at how easily all this could go wrong for him- and held his face in your hands, running your thumbs against the apples of his cheeks as he melted into your touch like he always did. âWhy didnât you tell me?â Was all you said, too tired to be mad at anything anymore while also being happy at the fact that Jason was in fact not seeing anyone begin you back, but were conflicted about him being a vigilante as infamous as the RedHood on top of all that; It only proved to leave you even more exhausted then you already were if that was possible.
âI just wanted to keep you safe.â He said desperately as he held your hands to his face as his eyes pleaded with you to understand. âIâm not exactly well liked on the streets of Gotham and I didnât want you to be caught in the cross fire.â
âSo all this time you werenât meeting up with anyone behind my back?â You said unproved and Jason looked at you as though you just grew a second head. âWhat?â He asked, taken aback. âMeeting someone behind your back- no, why would i ever do something like that I love you.â Jason then stopped when he realised what he just said. It also didnât help that he was reminded of his brothers also being in the room, especially when he could practically hear Dickâs gasp of surprise and Damianâs mutter of it was about time Jason admitted that he loved you. Was he that obvious? Heâll have to ask them later but for now, you were all that matter and the fact that you were okay and safe was all Jason could ever ask for.
âYou love me?â You asked.
âMore than anything.â Jason replied. âWhy would I look elsewhere when everything I couldâve ever want and have is standing right in front of me, even if they did try to hold me at knifepoint in the cutest pyjama set Iâve ever seen.â He adds, making you laugh and rest your head against his chest to hide your smile.
âI love you too you doofus,â once again Jason could hear Dick gasp but that didnât stop you from continuing. âI have for a long while and have been trying to find the perfect moment to say it, which is why I planned a movie night.â You explained and Jason felt like a dickhead for ruining your plan but he couldnât say he regretted this being how he found out; It was messy but it was perfect, just like the both of you.
âIâm sorry for ruining everything chipmunk.â He muttered against your head as he pressed a couple a kisses there.
âDonât be,â you said, pressing your head further into his lips for more kisses, âdespite giving me the fright of a lifetime, i wouldnât change this for anything.â
You and Jason stayed like this for a while, not caring about anything outside the both of you, not even the smashed window that was causing the room to grow cold but that only gave you the perfect excuse to stay close to your six foot something body heater by the name of Jason Todd.
âCan we go home now.â Damian said as Dick stood up from the bed, smiling at the both of you being happy now that everything had been resolved before looking over at Damian and chuckles. âAlright, alright weâre leaving, happy now?â He said as the pair of them leave through the busted window and stood out on the fire escape for a couple of moments before disappearing into the night, when they realised that they had glossed over one thing; your bedroom widow that was shattered to bits.
âFather will have it fixed.â Damian answered self assuringly.
âHow can you be so sure?â Dick asked.
âDonât think too hard about the intricacies of it Grayson. Just know that Iâll have it dealt with.â Damian replied and within the next day your window was mysteriously fixed, but the glass was itself was top quality and wouldâve costed you an arm and a leg but was merely chump change for a certain rich billionaire.
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â Hush Hush Behind The Shield.
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pairing: soldier boy/ben x wife!reader.
rating: explicit.
warnings: vought's ungodly shenanigans, mentions of cheating, couple fighting, angst, misogyny, antiquated mentality, dub-con, power imbalance, fingering, forced orgasms, angry sex, cock riding...
word count: 3.4k
summary: being america's greatest hero's wife has its perks, but they don't come for free...
taglist: @zepskies, @deansbbyx, @kaleldobrev, @k-slla, @deanbrainrotwritings, @deans-spinster-witch, @venus-haze, @thebiggerbear...
A/N: I'd like to thank my two pretty moots, @kaleldobrev who's been always there for me, listening to mental blurbs and chaotic spews of unhinged ideas and continuous mind dump â¤ď¸ and @zepskies who bares my energy, which can be a bit much, each time I spam her dms with life cringing memes and awaful reacts â¤ď¸
Kneeling down on one knee, your mitted hands hoisted the oven door close as you hummed a melody to yourself. Turning on your heels, you stood up and gave the dining table a once-over before allowing a proud grin slip on your lips.
âPerfect.â
Then your eyes glanced at your watch. It was half an hour past seven in the evening. Perfect. There'd be enough time to pamper yourself in a relaxing shower and spruce up with no rush before your husband was home.
You gave the dining room another glimpse to make sure everything was in place before you headed to the bathroom upstairs, walking through the living room where the T.V. displayed a Soldier Boy anti-drugs commercial.
A snore escaped your nose upon hearing the phrase: âJust say no.â Remembering how your husband threw a fit behind the scenes at how stupid it was, to the point of getting Stan Edgar himself on the line for him to find an alternative to it. Because no way he was saying that shit.
âGod, I sounded like a fucking douchebag,â He'd told you in his dressing room, a smouldering reefer hanging between his lips â the irony, after they wrapped filming up.
You'd giggled, playfully plucking it from his lips to take a drag of your own, âNo, baby, you did just fine.â You purred, and his mouth curled up into a small grin, âThe public needs that y'knowâŚâ You tipped his chin up, your polished, long nails grazed lightly to his skin, âYou're America's golden son, right? You're the man everyone should look up to.â
âDamn sure they should.â He'd chuckled, leaning down for a kiss which you gladly welcomed.
Being Soldier Boy's wife came with many many perks, but it also had its downsides, one of which was to have to deal with his short temper. But what could you say? You loved the man. Ardently so; you literally fought the world to have him all for yourself despite Vought's disapproval of your nuptial.
You savoured the victory when you married Ben in a small ceremony without Vought's blessing. It was like a slap to them when Ben imparted upon them the happy news, he delivered them a severe black eye, especially the vainglorious bastard Edgar. Who had once told you that you and Ben wouldn't work out, for it was simply "inconvenient" for a superhero like Soldier Boy to be involved in a serious relationship with a mere⌠human; it'd be a "disappointment" in the public eye, as he put it. Like he had a say in the matter.
But here you were, with a ring on your left hand to swagger about, and happily married to America's first hero, Edgar and Vought could say hello to your middle finger.
To nobody's surprise, you resented Vought, and held such abhorrence against them for not letting you and your husband live the life you wanted for yourselves. Despite your personal efforts, your proclaimed triumph was soon cut short because Vought declined to go public and endorse your marriage. Not that you and your husband gave two shits about their approval, but the rules were rules. And their lawyers affirmed that a public exposure of your marriage might damage Soldier Boy's rep, therefore, Vought's; given the fact that you were more than thirty years younger than him. They couldn't have it said that the hero of heroes was a creep even though they'd tried to conceal his age when he and Phoebe Cates starred in Love And War because it started to seem fishy. It was expected, though. But what you didn't see coming was Ben's response, or lack of response as to put it.
Despite being even more obdurate about this marriage than yourself. You felt terribly abjured by your husband. You'd thought he'd fight for you, for what you both had, and he'd want to let the world know about you. It'd broken your heart when it dawned upon you that Ben wouldn't risk his fame and glory for anyone, for you. Reluctantly, you bit the bullet, you had to, for him, because you loved him, and would do anything to keep this marriage intact. If you had to compromise for it, then so be it. You didn't care.
To your solace, Ben never changed after the frustrating incident; he was still the man you fell in love with. He might be smug, crass, and insufferable to everyone but you could still perceive the tender side he had though he'd never actually admit it, and you never pushed him too much. You were subtle enough to know when to stroke his ego and when to tease it. He was a man, after all. But it was obvious; he was a doting husband who cherished you in his own way. He showered you with gifts, and pampered you when he could. And he was eager to have babies with you. He never ceased to express how rapturous he would be if he were to have a son. A child with you.
Sure, you had your own qualms about that particular day, and there was more than a time you wanted to have a conversation with him about it. But you couldn't bring yourself to screw it up with stupid doubts. If Ben hadn't truly loved you, he wouldn't have treated you the way he did, he wouldn't have brought you to his workplace to have you at his side â and to poke Vought's eye every single time. He wouldn't have let you in and told you about his family and his dad, about his fucked-up childhood and how he became a hero.
No, your bond was bigger than any fleeting thoughts of incredulity.
You crooned softly as you wrapped a towel around your body after you finished your shower. Stepping out, you rubbed your hair with another towel and made your way down towards the kitchen to check on the pie.
Oh, Ben liked pies. You found it amusing how he'd swallow a whole pie alone and wouldn't affect him one bit; a supe sure required a lot of calories. Sometimes, you wished you had his great metabolism.
The moreish scent of baked dough and chocolate told you it was ready. You opened the oven door with a protected hand and placed the delicious pie by the window to let it cool down while you dressed up.
On your way back to your bedroom, you padded through the living room again. Your eyes glanced fleetingly at the screen only to stop abruptly in your tracks. A slight frown made it to your face as you saw a picture of Ben and Crimson Countess together. You never liked Countess. Something about her always disturbed you, and your guts were right.
Your eyes roamed the headline over and over, dilating in stupor.
Breaking News: Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess are officially together, Vought announced.
You shook your head in disbelief, hand grasping the remote control from the couch, shivering fingers shuffling through the channels.
Soldier Boy finally found the one!
Your heart paced up with each press.
A long awaited power couple is now here!
Vought just shocked the world byâ
And here's Soldier Boy and Countess's statementâŚ
It was hard to quell your simmering anger when you saw your husband smiling face with that bitch between his arms. Camera flashes and clicks swarmed around them with an entourage of reporters and interviewers.
âHey, Soldier Boy, now you're together, what can you tell us about the first time you saw Countess? Was it love at first?â A reporter asked.
Ben scratched his beard with his gloved hand, drawling âFirst time I met Tess was when Vought concocted a hero collab years ago, remember that honey?â
You did remember that event very clearly. You were still Ben's secret girlfriend at the time, and it was exclusive to superheroes, yet Ben brought you there as his date.
Ben grinned as if dreamily reminiscing about the memory as he continued, âAnd lemme tell ya one thing, this one is a firecracker.â
Countess giggled playfully, gazing up at your husband in the most flirtatious way, it made you gag with disgust.
You scoffed bitterly at the blatant lies spurting right in your face. That specific night, Ben had childishly grumbled and complained about how much he wanted to be out of there. And to spice things up, he playfully dragged you from the pristine hall the event took place in, and fucked you raw against one of the wall of some other hall, keeping your panties as a souvenir for the rest of the soirĂŠe. He kept teasing you through the entire night, riling and messing you up. At the time, it was thrilling and venturous. Now, however, it knotted at the tip of your stomach. His focus that day was solely on you. He wasn't even aware of the bitch's presence for all you care.
âAnd when I first saw her⌠knew she was the oneâŚ.â
You couldn't comprehend what Ben said after that point as a deafening buzz bolted through your ears. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and soon they were streaming from your eyes as you stood numb on your spot. Your tears splattered on the ground along with your heart.
âHoney, I'm home.â Ben announced once he stepped in the house. He sighed, putting his shield down and making his way to the kitchen where you usually would be, making his dinner. He didn't take his boots off though he knew you'd throw a fit about it, but let's just say that teasing and screwing with you was his favourite hobby. His anticipating grin soon dropped and a small scowl knitted his brows when an odd mixture of scents wafted into his nose. His eyes dilated at the unusual messy scene in the kitchen; the table was flipped over, glass splints scattered all over the floor, freshly-cooked food covering the carpet beneath the dining table, and a chocolate pie was squashed into the wall.
With a pacing heart, Ben cried your name, and hurriedly climbed up the stairs. His feet darted to the bedroom when he heard you sniffling and weeping.
An audible sigh of relief flouted out of chest when he saw you. Your hair was wet and a damp towel wrapped around your body, but his eyebrow quirked up when he noticed you packing a bag on the bed. The fuck?
â(Y/N), the fuck is going here?â You scared the shit outta me. He wanted to say, after the shitty day he had, he just wanted to have you in his arms and play with your hair.
You startled for a moment when you heard his southern accent. You used to be fond of it, but today you were certainly not.
âI'm leaving.â Your answer came out curt, your hands tugging your bag zippers close.
You heard his footsteps getting closer until you felt his hand on your bare shoulder, âWhat happened to you, sweetheart?â
You pulled yourself away from his hold, hissing, âDon't you fucking touch me!â
He didn't seem to heed your warning as he reached a hand to your face. Gritting your teeth, you spun around with your hand ready to deliver a slap to his cheek. However, and no matter how fast and pissed you were, he was always quicker and alerter. Fucking supe.
âYou don't get to touch me ever again you asshole!â You shrieked, yanking your wrist from his grasp, your wet hair stuck to your face, chest heaving with each breath.Â
âThe fuck is wrong with you, woman?!â He growled with a deep scowl, âJust left you all happy and giggling in the morning, is it here? Your time of the month again?â
âFuck you!â You spat, clenched hands rising up to his chest, âYou're my fucking problem,â You jabbed a fist to chest, though he didn't move an inch, but damn didn't it feel good! You blew another punch to his stupidly firm chest again and again.
âFucking Christ!â He grumbled, and with one strong arm, Ben wrangled your back against his chest and caged you in his steel hold, one hand securing both of your wrists above your head, âCalm the fuck down!â
Legs kicking and hands tugging, you tried to wriggle out of his arms but to no avail, you felt so helpless against his raw strength. Your anger and frustration poured out of your mouth in a wailing, broken voice, âLeave. Me. Alone!â You bellowed, âGo to your fucking Crimson Bitch!â Two rivulets of tears drizzled from your eyes again, âGo to your fucking Tess and let her fire-crack your nuts, you fucking pussy!â
âChrist on a cross, do you hear yourself talk, woman?!â
His eyes widened before his eyebrows scrunched deeply. He took you off guard when he brought you down to the floor as he crouched on one knee. Your towel unwrapped at the sudden movement and you were naked beneath his eyes. His hands were still holding you in place.
Two green eyes regarded you softly, âYou really took that marketing shit for real?â He thumbed your lower lip, and his free hand trailed down your naked form. âFucking hell, thought you were way smarter than that, sweetheart.â You shivered from both the cold and his touch, his sinful reaching your mound, âYou really think I'd fucking leave you for her?â
You couldn't suppress the moan when he stroked your throbbing clit. A shot of arousal seeped out of your opening much to Ben's satisfaction. Anger made the colour of your face rise, âFuck you! Fuck your bitch! Fuck Vought!â You spat, your eyes burning holes into his as he proceeded toying with your flesh until your voice broke, âY-You want me to buy your shit â Ah!â Two of his thick and expert digits entered your slit, massaging your love spots thoroughly. âAfter you didn't stand up for our marriage?!â You groaned, hips rolling to the rhythm of his fingers.
âIs that so?â His brow quirked up amusedly. Was this funny to this bastard? Was your marriage some kind of a joke to him?
You gasped as he deliberately hit your weak spot; sweet, delightful coils fluttered at the tip of your stomach, âI was under the fucking impression that you had your pretty, little head wrapped around how this fucking business worked!â He snarled.
âFuck you! I hate you!â Your body snapped as you came abundantly on his fingers which made him grin slyly down at you.
You felt his grip on your wrists loosen, so you took your window and jerked yourself free. He was shocked when you pushed him down on the floor and straddled his hips, your dripping cunt was drenching his pants with your cum. He raised a playful brow at you but soon was replaced by a shocked frown when you slapped his irritatingly handsome face.
âFucking hell, you fucking little ballbusterââ
You shushed him with a finger on his lips, âYou're fucking mine, Benjamin, you hear me! You're fucking mine!â You hissed, having no idea where your vigour came from as you tore his shirt off of his chest. His length poked you when you gazed with searing fire in your eyes at his, âYou. Belong. To. Me.â You furiously tucked his pants and boxers down, his cock springing out with life.
A wanton moan came off your lips as you sunk yourself down his cock, whereas he grumbled in pleasure as you hugged him tightly with your wet and warm insides.
You snapped your hips harshly and he growled, âFuck, dollâ!â
Another snap, your voice was laboured, âI own you. You're married not to that whore, not to Vought, but to me!â
Your skin slammed against his meat vehemently as you gritted your teeth when another orgasm was spiralling in your body. You paced up your movement, a hand banging demandingly on his chest, âSay it! You're fucking mine!â
âHoly shit!â You watched his eyes roll backwards as he rasped, âYours, babe,â
âHoly fuck, Ben! Ben, I'm coming again!â
That was his cue to take control again. He sat up, cradling you in his warm hold, âCum to me, babe, fucking soak my cock.â You wabled his name, clinging to his shoulders as your climax stormed out of your body like a mad hurricane. You whimpered pathetically when his two large hands on your hips kept making you ride him through your high.
âFucking stupid girl,â He growled, shooting his seed up your insides.
With laboured breaths, you glared at each other. You felt his cock softening inside of you, âFucking idiot man.â You scoffed.
He chuckled with a boyish grin on his sweaty face, âThat was fucking hot, think I like this wild side of you, darlin'â
You snickered, âYou bet, wait until you see what I'm gonna do with that little fuck, Edgar.â
Ben rumbled a deep chortle, much to your annoyance, would this man ever take you seriously? âI swear to fucking Christ, Ben, if theyâyou don't break off that stupid shit with Countess and go public about us, I'll fucking burn that fucking tower to the fucking ground, because I'm fucking done with thisâmhmmm!â
He cut you off with a scorching kiss and its heat made you thaw against his lips. His cock twitched inside of you.
âJealousy looks pretty on you though, sweetheartâ He teased, his lips brushing to yours.
God, damn this man and his endless ego! âBen!â You nudged him playfully.
âCan't wait to see you wanting to snatch some ladies' heads off when we go to balls together.â
You smiled at him, biting on your bottom lip. The idea of finally being acknowledged as Ben's wife warmed your heart, and his willingness to do so made your heart race. However, disturbing thoughts loomed in your head again, âThink Vought will let us be?â You asked with hesitation. Fuck, that shit really got too deep into you.
He rolled his eyes, âTry not to work your pretty head hard 'bout this, doll,â He tucked a tress of your hair behind your ear, âThe man who fucking beat the Nazis can handle some sweaty fucknuts at Vought.â There was something warmly reassuring about his smugness.
âSee? All that shit wouldn't happen if you didn't stay silent while they fucking tried to play their fucking game!â
Ben chuckled, âWell, the fucking was totally worth it.â
You groaned in frustration, âBen⌠I thought you abandoned me.â
Your husband furrowed his brows at you, âYou women hardly think sometimes, don't you?â You scowled at his remark but he sighed, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands, âI fucking fought to make you my wife. I fucking put my whole career and name at risk for you.â You blinked at him, âThe day before we tied our knot, I fucking told the boardroom that I was marrying you, that I'd fucking walk off if they tried anything funny⌠they didn't, till fucking today.â He sighed, âThey fucking announced that bullshit before I was even told.â
âAssholes,â You whispered.
âAfter that pathetic act, I fucking stormed to Edgar like I stormed Normandy. Let's say that he and I did a little bit of chatting,â He gave you a conceited smirk, giving you no detail of how he got scared shitless when he saw the mess in the kitchen. He thought Vought dared to fucking do something to you. And when he heard you cry he feared the worst. But of course, he wouldn't tell you anything about that. Because he was the fucking man of this house; if his feelings of fear appeared, the sense of security he provided to this house, to you, would crumble. And he wouldn't have that. Ever.
You, on the other hand, had a weird combination of pride and happiness sprouted within your chest.
âI'm so sorry, BenâŚâ You said, cupping his face in your hands, âI-I don't know what came over me when I saw you with her,â You couldn't even say her name.
âCouldn't have your man stolen away, could you?â He teased you.
âNever.â You answered, âAnd I'm sorry for what happened, husband.â
âI mean you did make it up for me, wife,â He flashed you a cheeky grin, âThough, I don't feel particularly in a forgiving mood⌠yet.â
Head tilting to the side, your raised an eyebrow, rolling your hips teasingly on his cock, âDon't push your luckâŚâ
âTry me.â
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authorâs note: I blacked out while writing this, so it will be as much of a surprise to me when I wake up and reread it as it will to you when you read it for the first time. It wasnât requested, just something that my brain came up with and wouldnât let me sleep until I finished it. Itâs loosely based off of Olivia Rodrigoâs The Grudge and the movie Sweet Home Alabama (my favorite movie). Also, this is completely made up in my head and in no way reflects something that Luke Hughes has done, or will do. Itâs also 2:06 AM and I canât promise that itâs proofread very well because I can barely keep my eyes open (I worked a double today).
Warnings: cursing, ANGST, cheating, kinda sad but has a good ending. Slow beginning, but I promise it gets better!
Without further adoâŚ.
The Grudge
âHello?â
The single word that was the catapult for the demise of your relationship. The single word that changed the course of what you pictured your future as.
Lukeâs side of the call was silent, the only noise able to be heard was his breathing, heavy as if the weight of the world was crushing his lungs, deflating him of life.
He wasnât supposed to be calling. He had told you he was having a guys week, a time for him to regroup with his brothers and friends at the lake house. It was his own little sanctuary away from the life that he had worked so hard for. A quiet place. He had asked for that time, to which you agreed, he needed a break.
âLuke? Everything ok?â
He wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone in that instance. The reality that he was about to destroy the last bit of trust that you held for him constricting him as he fought with his vocal cords, trying like hell to form some form of vocalization.
âI need to tell you something,â He managed to squeeze the words out, every bit of courage mustered into it. The feeling of facing the mistake that he had made seemed impossible compared to simply just refusing to acknowledge it. He could ignore it all, ghost you, and pretend like he had never ruined everything. He had ruined your relationship, your love. You. He had ruined you, including everything that came from the relationship the two of you developed a couple of summers before he had left to play for Michigan.
Ironic that it would begin and end during the summer.
âOk. Are you-â
âAre you alone?â
His brothers will kill him when they find out, but your family? The thought of them being there to wipe your tears and listen to your rants that have to do with him break his heart. He had developed a special relationship with your dad, your mom always put a stocking out for him during the holiday season, your brother? He had taught your little brother how to skate, how to play hockey. Even though he couldnât coach your little brotherâs team, he had supported him since the beginning. He had bought him his first jersey. 43.
âYeah, Luke. Youâre scaring me.â
âGod, I fucking hate myself. Iâm so sorry,â Sobbing, the sound of his arm wiping his nose could be heard. He knew he shouldnât cry. He chose this.
He knew he didnât always treat you like you should have, no deserved, to be treated. He didnât spend time with you like he should have, he didnât tell you he loved you enough. When you yelled at him about things, he would scream back. He would never hit you, but his words cut through your core, sometimes feeling worse than what you imagined the sting of one of his slaps might feel like.
The anxiety that stemmed from Lukeâs call gripped your lungs, confusion coursing through your body outweighing the blood that sucked at carrying the oxygen at the moment. There was nothing random about your relationship, he didnât surprise you with anything, much less a phone call.
Something is wrong.
The silence was deafening, overwhelmingly so.
âI tried to tell myself that you would never find this out, but there was somebody taking pictures and I need you to hear it from me first, ok?â He closed his eyes forcing himself to find some shred of courage left inside of him.
âOk,â The word was breathy as it left your lips, a courtesy to encourage him to continue.
âI cheated,â It flowed out of his mouth in such a casual way that it felt like somebody had stabbed you in the back, twisting the knife and watching as you writhed in pain. The taste of iron flooded your senses as you bit your cheek to hold yourself together.
âWe went to one of the local bars. She was the bartender, she knew us. Trevor invited her to the house after her shift and me and her ended up alone together while the others were out back and one thing led to anotherâŚone of the guys took a picture and posted it on their story. They forgot about you.â He tried to explain it in a way that redeemed himself. He was only 20 years oldâŚthis bartender couldâve taken advantage of him, but you knew him.
He didnât get close to just anybody, he was the gate to his space. Nobody would get through the gate if he didnât want them to, including this girl. Which made the bile that was building in your throat much more bitter. The fact that he not only cheated, but is trying to play victim makes you bubble with rage. Luke Hughes was very good at many things, but the one thing he had never quite mastered the role of was âvictim.â
The shock coursed through your body like metal to a magnet, searching endlessly for something to smash into and deciding your heart was the place to do that. It felt like you forgot to breathe, your lungs aching for a breath.
âY/N?â He willed you to talk, silence causing more anxiety than your anger ever would have.
âI never would have done this to you,â Your whisper spoke more volumes than a scream would have, cutting through the phone and going straight through Lukeâs body. He wished you would scream at him, tell him he fucked up, but the way you said those words made him feel like this was it. He couldnât come back from this one.
âIâm sorry,â His words were meaningless, but he spoke them nonetheless.
Those two words sent you into a silent rage, one that wrecked the inside of your mind but couldnât be seen by anyone else. You hung up the phone, throwing it across your room and immediately packing everything that had to do with Luke into a box that you found.
Packing 4 years worth of things that you acquired from him was emotionally draining, each article triggering memories through the years.
His first Michigan Hockey sweatshirt that he had bought himself packed into the bottom of the box reminded you of the date he had planned. He had snuck the two of you into the arena when no one was there and taught you to skate, skills that still stick with you to this day. His first hoodie became yours that night, the smell of his cologne long gone from the comfort it brought you many nights when you felt lonely.
A Devils snow globe and jersey that was decorated with the number 43, his number, packed next. He had bought it for you the day he was drafted, convinced that it would be worth something one day. And it was. Just not to you anymore. The snow globe was attached to a memory that was better left forgotten. It was for your birthday, which happened to be the day after his. When you had gone all out for his 20th birthday, buying him a new custom suit and designer shoes that required months of savings, he gave you a snow globe that âyou could add to your collection.â You had said some backhanded things to him, a huge fight came from that. A fight on your birthday, something else that you wouldâve never done to him.
The last items consisted of hoodies, a few pairs of sweatpants and boxers, and a couple of jackets. The last thing, however, was something that you didnât know if you could part with.
It was a letter that Luke had wrote you for Valentineâs Day the second year of your relationship, a sweet surprise that you werenât expecting with your usual bouquet of daisies and roses, your two favorite flowers.
When you doubted your relationship with Luke in the past, when arguments and fights felt like it was all it consisted of, you always found your way back to his letter. He had told you that you were his end game, that there would never be somebody else that was better suited for him. He poured his heart out in that letter, telling you that he was going to marry you one day. One day when he had made it to the NHL and could roll in money, he was going to buy a rock for your finger and a huge house for all of the babies that you talked about.
Rereading the letter normally made you remember the good times, when things were good, but under the circumstances now it made you want to burn it, to watch his words turn to ash, just like the promises he had made to you.
Meaningless. His words were meaningless now.
It wasnât always his fault, no. There were instances where you said things that you knew hurt him, things that echoed in the back of his head every now and then. Something along the lines of him never being as good as his brothers, that he would always be in their shadow. That Luke Hughes would be known as âjust another Hughes brother.â
Some days he felt like that statement couldnât be more true, that he would never live up to the records that Quinn and Jack seemed to break every time they stepped on the ice. Some days he just couldnât see it coming together for him.
But other days he knew he was determined to make a name for himself, for Luke. The Hughes name was a force to be reckoned with. Luke wanted to be even better than his last name. Whatever it took, sometimes at the expense of those around him.
You snatched the letter that was stuck in the corner of the mirror that perched on top of your dresser, the sound of the paper crisp beneath your fingertips. As much as you wanted to destroy the letter, you figured it would be better to send it back to Luke. He needed to see all of the promises he broke and hurt heâs caused.
The paper was the last thing in the box, folded neatly on top of everything else.
Closing the box, you carried it to your car, placing it in the backseat behind the driverâs side. If thereâs one thing that could be payback to Luke, it was telling his parents. He thrived on his parentâs approval, likely a symptom of being the youngest brother of an extremely successful family.
Ellen and Jimâs faces burned the back of your mind, so many memories that consisted of the two of them. Countless games at Michigan were spent with the two of them, as well as a couple of trips to New Jersey. You had helped Ellen cook supper many times, and watched as Jim coached his sons. Ellenâs pep talks were rarely intended for you, but you always felt like something could be learned from her wisdom.
The drive was silent, muscle memory the only way you could manage to get there in the state you were in. You didnât know if the lights were green or if you used your blinker, all you could think about was Luke admitting to cheating. All of the shit you had been through with each other, all of the petty fights, had finally come to a head. You may have gone low, below the belt at some point in time, but this? You never could have ruined him like this, no matter how bad you wanted to.
As hurt as you were, you were numb. Tears wouldnât fall, your body still in shock over the news.
As you drove up the paved driveway to the house that had become your second home, the emotions hit you when you saw Ellen in the flower beds, digging up weeds and planting new flowers.
She had heard a car approaching, causing her to look up and recognize you. Although she loved for you to visit, you normally didnât come over unless Luke was with you, especially now that him and Jack owned the lake house.
She wiped at the sweat that was beading her forehead, dirt from her work gloves sticking in some of her blonde locks that were glued to her face. She smiled at you, before confusion flashed and she saw that you were carrying a box.
âHi, Doll! Lukeâs not here, but Iâm glad you stopped by!â Her warm tone and kind smile didnât fade, even if she did notice something off about your demeanor.
Her voice broke you. Maybe it wasnât a good idea to bring her and Jim into this. Maybe you should have just threw everything that connected you to Luke in a garbage can and called it a day.
âSweetie, whatâs wrong?â She walked towards you with her arms open, noticing your quivering lips and teary eyes.
She was drenched in sweat from the summer sun, but you didnât mind it. Dropping the box on the driveway, you allowed her to wrap her arms around you tightly. Her embrace gave you comfort as sobs racked through your body. How could such a loving mom and dad create such a jack ass? They had done perfect with 2/3 of their sonsâŚwhat happened with Luke?
âDo you want to go inside? Jimâs working on a sink faucet, but he wonât mind,â She ushered you inside, her hand gently pushing your back.
Nodding, you wiped your nose on your sleeve and allowed her to walk you inside. She quickly washed her hands at the sink Jim was working at, earning a few objections from him, but she hushed him and motioned to you.
His face filled with concern as he noticed something wrong with you. He could fix a lot of things, but girls was something he would leave to his wife.
The leather of the couch soothed the heat that the summer sun had left on your skin. Ellen joined, sitting next to you as she rubbed your back, calming you. She truly was like a second mom.
âIs everything ok?â She held onto your arm, the pressure from her fingers sending tingles to your brain.
âNo,â You croaked, the single word rattling your throat as it struggled to exit.
âWhat happened?â Her voice had dropped below her regular volume, but above a whisper. She cut her eyes at Jim who was attempting to listen from the kitchen.
âHe cheatedâŚâ
The shock hit his parents as hard as it did you. Quinn would never cheat, Jack? It was questionable sometimes. But theyâre baby? The one that had endured the lectures from his parents the longest, the one that had seen his brotherâs mistakes and learned from them, the one that seemed so in love with you that nothing could ever separate you both? It seemed nearly impossible. Surely it was a mistake.
âHow do you know? The press always liesâŚâ She trailed off, your eyes connecting to hers.
âHe told me,â The strength you tried to regain from your prior meltdown was useless as your voice trembled, ââŚsaid that he wanted to tell me before somebody else did.â
âOh, Honey. Iâm so sorry,â She pulled you into her arms, watching as Jim rounded the corner to join. You were like the daughter the two of them had always wanted, so seeing you hurt killed them in return. And at the hands of their son? They were immensely disappointed. They didnât raise him like this.
âIâm so sorry, I didnât know what to do, and I probably should have left you both out of it,â Your attempts at stopping the free-flowing tears were useless, so you embraced each one as it fell, ââŚum, I brought his stuff back. I know heâs at the lake house, but I donât think I can see him right now. I really wish we could have worked. You two will never know how much you and your boys mean to me.â
âLikewise, sweet girl. I wish I could make this all better. You may not feel like it right now, but our family will always hold a spot for you,â Ellen reassured, a hum of agreement resonating within Jim.
âAnytime you want, and Iâm serious, our door will always be open for you. No matter the time or circumstance, do you understand?â Jim waited for you to respond, a nod of your head, before embracing you again.
Their words meant so much, but the hurt still ached, seemingly never ending.
You said your goodbyes, taking in the house that you would probably never see again. The walls holding memories that only those in the house would ever understand or appreciate.
Closing the front door felt like closing a chapter on your life. A chapter that felt like it was ending in the middle with no resolve, but it closed.
It needed to.
âââ
As the New Year approached, your parents reminded you of the plans they had that would draw them away from home. They claimed that they celebrated Christmas with you, but the New Year meant that you were alone in a house that felt big and lonely while they celebrated with their fellow group of middle aged parents.
The months had passed, agonizingly, since Lukeâs cheating admittance. The summer turned to fall and fall into winter, getting colder like you were allowing your heart to do.
A few dates here and there did nothing but remind you that the guy wasnât Luke. They shouldâve been better than Luke since they actually treated you with respect and checked every box that a girl had.
But the lack of teasing, of being the biggest pain in your ass and best friend, made the hole in your life bigger. You were sure nothing would help, not even the texts from Ellen and Jim, periodically, made it better.
They all consisted of the same topic: âHow are you doing?â
It was the same old same old, until it wasnât. Until Ellen texted you after Christmas asking you about your plans for New Yearâs Eve. The Hughes had always thrown a party for the New Year, packed to the brim with people.
When Ellen asked if you had plans, you had every intention on lying and saying yes. Saying that you had a date and that he was taking you to see the countdown and fireworks that followed, but something told you to tell the truth. So you did.
After you had admitted to her that you, in fact, would be all alone, she reached out and invitation to join them.
The invitation had toggled in your mind for a few days now. On one hand, you wanted to go see how everybody was, talk to his brothers, catch up with his friends. On the other, you wanted to stay home in your pajamas and watch Andy Cohen get shitfaced with Anderson Cooper while wondering if Luke would kiss somebody for the occasion.
The saying âcuriosity killed the catâ proved to be true as you had finally decided to go, a sparkly gold dress accentuated your curves, hugging you in all of the right places, the places that Luke had once yearned for. You donât know how, but your makeup was flawless, your eyeshadow bringing out your eyes in a way that you had never seen, but you loved it. Maybe this was revenge?
Even though you hadnât made the drive in over 6 months, you still knew it like the back of your hand. Your nerves were working overtime, anxiety squeezing your thoughts the closer you got to the Hughesâ residence.
What if Luke had a new girlfriend? What if his parents were the only ones that wanted you there? Was this actually a good idea?
Too late now.
There was probably 25 or more cars that littered the driveway, most carrying a minimum of 2 people. It was a relief, maybe you could just blend in with the rest of them. A chameleon in the house of your ex lover.
Music blared, drifting from the backyard into the front, making the walk to the door less daunting of a task. There was no use in knocking, the sound of talking and music would most likely just drown it out, so you took a breath as you pushed the door open. It appeared to be the spot for the more mature crowd, Jim spotting you as soon as you walked in.
He was confused as to who you were at first, but as soon as you gave him a shy smile his face lit up with excitement. He had missed you more than he realized.
âY/N! What a nice surprise! Come in, make yourself at home,â He squeezed you in a tight hug before relinquishing you.
âY/N! Oh my, I wasnât expecting you to come, but Iâm so glad you did!â Ellen squealed, the clinking of her heels against the hardwood floors becoming faster as she did her best to jog to you, embracing you like her life depended on it. It lasted a few seconds before she held you out at arms length, examining you.
âGosh, you look absolutely stunning! That dress was made for you!â She gushed.
âThank you! I just decided to throw something together last minute. I should have let you know I was coming, but I honestly didnât decide until right before I got dressed,â you chuckled, explaining the lack of communication on your part.
âHoney, you do not have to explain a single thing to me! Iâm just so happy youâre here!â She hugged you again, rocking you side to side.
âThe kids, sorry, young adults are out back. I do have to warn youâŚLuke did bring a date,â As she explained the dilemma, you expected yourself to break down. When it didnât, relief washed over you. It had been almost 7 months, why wouldnât Luke have moved on? You couldnât be mad at him for that part, but you still held a grudge against him for allowing you to love him as much as you did and shattering your heart in the end.
There was never another conversation between the two of you. His parents never brought him up, he had never attempted to contact you, so the resolve was the fact that you returned everything. He had nothing left connecting him to you. That was how it was supposed to be, so there was no need to communicate with you. He had gotten the message loud and clear when he had returned home to a box of his things in his old bedroom and an ass-chewing from his parents and brothers. One that he would never wish on his worst enemy.
He learned from his mistake, but felt like the very toxic situation between the two of you was better left where it was: untouched.
He had been trying to move on ever since, sleeping with any girl that reminded him of you, sneaking them out before Jack had noticed, or simply just embracing the newness of being alone. It sucked at first, but he got used to it.
Ellenâs face flushed with concern at the momentary silence that followed her statement, scared that she would scare you off with the news of her son, your ex, having a date that wasnât you.
âEllen, itâs ok! Iâm a big girl, I can handle it,â Making light of the situation was easier to fake on the outside, but trying to convince yourself was a bit harder.
You talked to Ellen and Jim for a few more minutes, catching them up on the latest details of your life, and then grabbed a Michelob to give you some liquid courage as you walked to the backyard.
There was people dancing, circles of people talking, various games being played, the scene never-ending as your eyes scanned over them. A few people locked eyes with you, recognizing you as the ex, but most everybody just continued to do whatever it was that they were doing. It wasnât until Quinnâs eyes softened from his party vibes to concerned big brother that you felt nerves wrack your body. He immediately excused himself from the group he was talking to, making his way through the small sea of people to get to you.
For a split second you wanted to run away, but the rational side of you talked you down. It was just Quinn. Quinn had done nothing to you except loved you as if you were his own sister, so why would you run?
âY/N! I wasnât expecting youâŚhow are you?â You immediately threw your arms around his torso, him returning the gesture, his hug similar to the way Ellen had hugged you.
âIâm good! I had no other plans and Ellen seemed like she really wanted me hereâŚâ
âYeah, she hasnât shut up about you,â He laughed, recalling how his mom mentions you anytime a girl was over, even one that Luke brought, and always comparing them to you when they left.
You were the standard that she held possible daughter-in-laws to, but they never lived up to you, she would admit.
âGotta love her,â You chuckled, a slight awkward tension fell between you, a foreign, icky, awkwardness.
âThat you do,â Quinn tried to repair the conversation, but some friends began to pull him away. He had mentioned to not leave before telling him bye, and then left with the group.
âDidnât think youâd show up here,â The voice turned your blood to ice, freezing up what the beer had tried to let loose prior. No matter how many ways you envisioned this interaction to go down, nothing could have prepared you for hearing his voice after so long. It wasnât like ânails on a chalkboardâ irritating, but more along the lines when you pick a scab and it starts bleeding again.
Thatâs quite literally what it was. He was an old wound in your life that was becoming irritated because it was being messed with. No matter how much time had passed, it was still sensitive.
âWell, didnât think I would be here either. Itâs just as much a surprise to me as it is to you,â You turned around, met with the beautiful, curly-haired boy that was once your everything and a petit blonde that was his temporary. She was gorgeous, youâd give her that. But it wasnât real beauty. It was bought. Thereâs nothing wrong with that, but her bleach blonde hair, fake tan, and push-up bra was irritating like nails on a chalkboard.
âDo you mind going to get us something to drink?â He turned to his date, giving him the empty bottle that his hand wrapped around.
âIs that a Michelob Ultra?â You almost snorted, her question a breath of fresh air in this unfortunate meeting.
âNot her and I, you and I,â Luke quickly cleared up.
She left with a smirk playing at her lips, kissing his cheek and heading inside.
âGod, please letâs go somewhere else,â He grabbed your arm, tugging you to a secluded, area beside the shed out back. Your brain told you to rip your arm from his grip and scold him for thinking it was okay to ever touch you again, but your deemed in control and allow his touch to erupt butterflies in your tummy.
âI donât know what I was thinking bringing her here,â he groaned, realizing he was still holding onto you, quickly letting go.
âShe seems more Jackâs type, if you ask me,â You suggested, Luke squinting his eyes at your words.
âGood thing I didnât askâŚâ He may have been the reason the relationship ended, but he wasnât going to put up with any slander that you had for his current life. The life that didnât include you.
âWhatever, why did you bring me here?â You looked around at the spot. It had definitely been a spot where the two of you had snuck off to make out several times, escaping the teasing of his older brothers.
âTo talkâŚâ He shift his weight to his heels, his hands finding warmth in the pockets on his pants.
âOh! To talk about you being a complete dipshit and cheating on me this past summer? Yes, letâs talk about that!â Sarcasm dripped from your voice like venom from a snake, targeting the next victim: Luke.
âIâm sorryâŚâ Again, the empty apologies were beginning to grind at you now. You didnât want the apologies or the excuses. You wanted him to shut up for once, hear you out, and then come up with a genuine apology. He had said his piece, now it was time for you to say yours.
âNo, Luke. Youâre not sorry for cheating, youâre sorry you got caught. Save the apologies for when you actually mean them,â You started, him immediately shutting up and listening.
âWe were so fucking toxic. You know it, I know it. The whole world probably knows it by now. But, God, I loved you so much. I would have spent my whole life trying to fight for that stupid relationship and you turned around and threw it all away. And for what? Some temporary pleasure? You couldnât keep it in your pants long enough to get back to me?â Your words shot through him, like bullets hitting glass, shattering the surrounding areas. He couldnât argue because everything that you were saying was true, but heâd be damned if he let you find satisfaction in being right.
âYou said it yourself, it was toxic! You probably wouldâve found a problem with me being there without you, anyway!â He tried to defend himself, but he was fanning a flame that he shouldnât be messing with right now.
âDonât you dare try to manipulate me into thinking your cheating was justified! Luke Hughes, Iâve said some fucked up shit throughout the years, but I never have, and never will ruin your trust. Thatâs the type of shit that lasts a lifetime. I canât date anybody else because thereâs always that âwhat ifâ of them cheating!â Tears brimmed your eyes, softening the wall that surrounded Lukeâs heart. He was a tough guy, but the sight of you hurting was a soft spot for him, an Achilles heel.
âYou promised me a future, and then turned around and burned it to the ground without a second thought once you got a taste of fame,â Your finger poked at his chest hard enough for him to wince, expecting to see bruises the next morning.
âYouâre a liar! A fucking liar and cheater!â Your voice broke as the words left your mouth, but Luke took the verbal beating that he deserved.
âDo you think I want to be labeled as a cheater, Y/N?! Iâve prayed for months that Iâd just wake up and it not be real, that weâd still be together!â
âAwe, so sad, Luke. Truly heart wrenching!â You grabbed at your heart, feigning compassion as he began to clench his jaw, the muscle flexing as his annoyance rose. It was hot, but not hot enough for you to do anything about it.
âStop being such a bitch, it may suit you, but it doesnât mean you have to wear it.â His eyes grew dark, almost challenging you to see who would win in a game of insults.
âOh, Iâm sorry. I forgot I was supposed to act however you deemed fit. Even if youâre a cheaterâŚâ
âI cheated, Iâm not a cheater,â he tried to correct, a viscous chuckle tumbling from your mouth in response.
âIâm not! Thatâs the one and only time that it will ever happen, I can promise you that!â His voice rose in volume as he continued to defend himself.
âOh, one and done Luke! How nice! My trust is fixed, so thereâs nothing left to worry about!â The sound of people counting down in the background didnât distract you.
10âŚ9âŚ.8âŚ
âIf Iâve had anything in the past months itâs peace in knowing I donât have to put up with your fucking nagging anymore!â
7âŚ6âŚ5âŚ
âYeah, and I donât have to worry about you fucking some rando anymore!â
4âŚ3âŚ2âŚ
âShut the fuck up and kiss me.â
1âŚ
âHAPPY NEW YEAR!â The voices erupted behind the shed, but the whirlwind of a kiss muffled it all.
Luke eagerly pulled your face toward him, his lips colliding as intensely as a train hitting a car on the tracks. An accident waiting to happen, but there nothing that could be done about it.
It took a second or two, but you kissed back with the same passion as him, him pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall of the shed.
His lips were like home, sweet and comforting. The remnants of his vodka redbull tempting your taste buds to plunge deeper, but you didnât, you let him set the pace.
One of his hands tilted your chin up, steadying it as the other pulled you closer from the small of your back. Every sense inside of you erupted in fireworks as his tongue tried to gain entrance into your mouth, but you stood your ground, or tried to at least.
The hand that steadied your chin found itself wrapped around your neck, the shock causing you to gasp as he gained entrance.
âLuke! I finally found something to drink, but we missed our-â The voice immediately tore the two of you apart, the fireworks over the lake and store bought pretty interrupting the fireworks that were going off inside of you. Your breathing was a little shallow as you tried to control it again.
â-kiss. What the hell.â She glanced between the two of you before storming off, her stiletto sinking into the grass as she desperately tried to remove it from her foot.
Luke groaned, but the chirping had just begun for you, âOne and done, huh?â
âMe and her arenât even dating!â He squealed.
âWeâre talking about this tomorrow, Y/N. Do you understand me?â He pointed at you as he began to smooth over yet another failed attempt at dating, but he wasnât going to reconcile that one.
âAye aye, Captain,â You gave him a silly salute, earning an eye roll from him, but as soon as he turned away from you the smile wouldnât disappear.
Call you crazy, but you hadnât felt butterflies for a long time, probably since his note to you. What you felt tonight was an army of butterflies being obliterated by fireworks. The feeling of his fingers around your neck, his jaw muscle contracting, everything about him had turned you on.
Did you really fold that easily?
Oh well. The thought of the next day, the possibility of getting him back, along with his family far outweighed your pride.
He could be your Luke once more.
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warnings: age-gap, adultery, mentions of cheating, NSFW scene hinted at
"Mrs. Bakugou look over here please!"
You squint against the harsh flashing of the paparazzi cameras, careful to not let your smile drop as you pose for them. Your feet were killing you in the heels your mother-in-law made you wear to match the custom dress she also had her say in designing for the annual Hero Gala. Thankfully your husband was by your side, hand on the small part of your back to keep you steady.
Peeking up at him through your false eyelashes that felt too heavy for your eyelids, you were envious that Katsuki wasn't pushed to smile for the cameras.
It was his role to be the brute, strong man while you played into the dainty, tempting trophy wife that was so small compared to his large size of pure muscles and testosterone.
You weren't a fan of the label his publicist team slapped onto you after you said 'I Do' to Japan's #2 Top Hero almost a year ago. Yet, being a trophy wife was better than being known as â
"Hey home-wrecker, you still talk to Uravity? I heard she's taking full custody of their daughter, would you like to comment?"
Bakugou moved to correct which ever journalist spoke out, and the they just loved that.
"Dynamite, are you on good terms with your ex wife?"
"Does (Y/N) prevent you from seeing your child?"
"Sir, did you only marry her to save your image?"
Their questions were harsh, as they were just mean. Thankfully the Bakugou family security moved in before Katsuki had to, and soon the pair of you were ushered off the red carpet.
You could still hear them calling out to you from behind the closed doors of the venue before another victim caught their eyes.
"Stupid fucking press, think they know everything," Katsuki mumbled before hiking up the stairs that led to the main ballroom where the award ceremony was held.
You hesitated at the bottom, staring up at the man who was your husband, the man who called you his wife. He was just as handsome as he was when he debuted as a hero even though now he was hitting his mid-thirties while you barely just turned twenty-two. The invasive questions that were thrown at you are rattling in your head, making it nearly impossible to move to be beside your Husband, The Hero Dynamite.
Katsuki notices you're not following him mid way up the stairs and scoffs before walking back to you.
"Stupid hag, I told her you don't know how to walk in heels," Is all he said before taking your hand and helping to lead you up the stairs.
You want to ask him about what the paparazzi was saying, if it was true that Ochako was trying to get full-custody of Katsumi. That meant he was lying to you when you asked if everything with his ex-wife was okay, right? And that last question... did he only marry you to save face â?
"What's wrong, you look like you're going to cry?" Katsuki asked quietly as a waiter showed them where you were sitting, up and center to the stage where the shiny awards were shown off on the platform.
You sit in the cushy seat, and not even the delicate decorations of the table; the shiny, white plates surrounding the centerpiece made up of what seemed to be hundreds of red rosesâ were enough to make you swoon and forget your worries.
Taking in Katsuki, how handsome he looks in his sleek black suit with the handkerchief peeking out of his chest pocket matching your dress, makes your heart clench.
You didn't want to cause a scene, or be an issue.
That's what Katsuki wanted, that's what he told you when you first met him.
"My wife is such a worrier, always on my ass and so damn dramatic." That's what he said, and it stuck with you because if he could leave her, a distinguished hero and the mother to his first and only child, he would leave you in the blink of an eye. Then what will become of you? The press would have a field day with that, "Fellow homewrecker gets her karma and now is heartbroken, single, and broke."
So, you suck it up, and shake your head. Putting back on your fake smile, your facade, you try being what he wants.
"Nothing at all baby, I'm just so proud of you," You lean in the gain a kiss, and it does make you a tad better when Katsuki grants you it.
âââââââ
"Daddy!"
Thank god Katsuki had fast reflexives.
The moment the bedroom door is flung open, he's sitting up in bed. Katsuki pulls your naked chest to his and wraps the comforter up your shoulders to hide any naked skin from the view of his six-year old daughter Katsumi.
"'Sumi," He grits his teeth in annoyance but Katsuki never yells at his daughter. You hide your face into his neck, his body heat almost feeling scorching hot against yours as you blush red from embarrassment at almost being caught doing it by the little girl.
"Hi (Y/N)!" Katsumi yells when she spots your hair poking out of the comforter.
"Shhh," Katsuki shushes Katsumi, making her red eyes widen in worry. "(Y/N) is sleeping baby, what do you need?" Katsuki was sure that leaving his daughter occupied in her room with snacks and her favorite Bluey episodes playing on her TV would give him at least an hour to destress.
Katsumi cups her hands to her mouth, whispering, "I missed you guys and wanted to see if (Y/N) would play with me?"
Having Katsumi love you unconditionally was something you were immensely lucky to have, and her plea to play with you makes you teary eye at her sweetness.
Being identical to Katsuki in terms of looks, with his blonde hair and red eyes, she didn't inherit her father's temper. Katsumi was kinder and more willing to wear her heart on her sleeve, which made loving her easy for you.
Katsuki could feel the annoyance of being interrupted vanish at his daughter's sweet question, his hands that were anchored on your bare, bruised hips, gave you a gentle squeeze.
"Sure baby, let me wake her up and (Y/N) would love to play with you," Katsuki said.
Katsumi cheered before she quickly quieted down to not 'wake you', running out of the room after softly closing the door behind her.
You shimmy the blanket off you, both you and Katsuki red in the face from almost being caught.
"Do you need help with this?" You tease, rolling your hips to reignite the pleasure Katsuki was pulling from your body. His cock was still hard inside of you, seeing how he was almost finding his release before Katsumi interrupted.
Usually, Katsuki would take any opportunity to use your wet pussy to make himself feel good so imagine your surprise when he shakes his head no.
"I actually have to head to the office to finish up some reports from the week. Do you mind watching Katsumi until I'm finished? We could go out for dinner afterwards?"
Katsuki doesn't wait for your answer, he easily lifts you completely off his cock and placing you on the bed next to him before he gets up and begins getting dressed. You sit there for a bit, watching as your husband covers up all the love bites you left on him.
"Reports?" You ask, still in shock that he didn't finish what he started.
Katsuki's head falls back as he sighs, annoyance making his brow furrow as he puts on his shirt.
"Yes (Y/N), reports. They're important to hero work, you would know if you were one."
The last part bites, and it's the sting you needed to get up and dress yourself. Katsuki knew talking about your lack of having a quirk was a sore subject to you, you told him this countless times. Yet, he would bring it up time to time when he wanted to showcase how he was wiser, older, and knew what he was talking about and how you were stupid for questioning him.
You're having a pretend tea-party with Katsumi in the living room when Katsuki bids his farewell.
"Girls, give me a kiss for luck," He orders, and Katsumi springs up in giggles to give her father a big kiss on his cheek.
You are slow to make your way to him, still hurt by what he said and because he hadn't apologized.
Katsuki doesn't wait for you, he pulls you to him with a strong hand cupping your asscheek and giving it a squeeze. You kiss him, and he groans softly against your mouth.
"Tonight, we lock the fuckin' door, yeah?" He growls against your ear, too soft for Katsumi to hear as she already was back to playing.
It wasn't a proper apology, but the way your core tightened and your cunt leaked, it would do.
Later, as you now played princess in Katsumi's bedroom in front of her giant doll house, your mood began to damper again.
"(Y/N), does my daddy still pay you for babysitting me?" It was an honest question, and you knew Katsumi didn't mean anything by it but you still flinched at her words.
You try smiling the pain away, shaking your head. "Of course not silly girl, your daddy and I are married now."
Katsumi's sweet smile looks too much like her mother's and it reminds you of how Ochako would look at you when she'd come home from work: naive and so happy, oblivious to the fact that Katsuki had you bent over the bed he shared with her just moments prior to her return.
You had to look away so Katsumi wouldn't see the tears gathering in your eyes as you swallowed back the guilt you felt for breaking up the sweet girl's family.
Katsumi, still oblivious and not able to read nor have access to the internet just yet, still treated you like you were the best stepmom ever.
How many years do I have left before she only sees me as the other woman?
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Drop-offs were always awkward for you.
Despite the rumors the paparazzi spread, the relationship between Dynamite and Uravity was civil. Yet the relationship between you and Ochako was a bit strained, to say the least.
You hug Katsumi goodbye as she leaves to spend the week with her mother, before she gets into Ochako's car.
"No Katsuki?" Ochako asked with a raised eyebrow.
You cower under her questionable look, and you shrug. "He got caught up in the office again this week."
Your answer seems to be funny to her, and Ochako laughs before shaking her head. "I've heard that one before."
Saying nothing, you almost feel relief when the woman turns to walk back to her car before turning back to you.
"Let me give you piece of advice sweetheart, wife-to-wife," Ochako said coldly. "When Mr. Bakugou starts using the excuse of being 'caught up at the office', you better start claiming assets for the divorce."
Your eyes tear up, and your bottom lip quivers as the older woman rips into you.
"Trust me (Y/N), you don't want to keep holding on when he's already balls deep in someone else," Ochako warns, scoffing at your distress and walking away finally.
"I can't believe Katsuki liked them so young and stupid," The former Mrs. Bakugou said as she walked.
You openly sob as she drives away, Katsumi's confused face zooming past as you cry standing in the huge driveway of the house Katsuki owned.
It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, the idea of there being someone else when you've given your all for Katsuki and this marriage nearly drives you insane with grief. Karma was a bitchâ
Your phone dings which takes your attention away from your pain, and you nearly cheer up when you notice a new message from Katsuki, only it read:
be home late, don't wait up
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âŚPAIRING: heeseung + female reader!âŚ
âŚWARNINGS: mentions of intimacy, angst, taboo relationship, small age gap, child abuse, cheating, (not reader) mentions of illegal racing & weed smoking, kissing, alcohol, selling drugs, divorce, violence, blood, injuries, cursing, crying (not as intense as it sounds but I did want to make sure I added all the warnings)
âŚGENRE: step-mom reader, stepson heeseung, dysfunctional family, slow burn.
âŚSUMMARY: in which you move in with your husband after your wedding, everything is perfect except for one thing, no matter what, you can't seem to get close to his son. Even after a year of knowing each other, you hadn't even spoken ten words until his 21st birthday rolled around, and funny enough he was the surprising you.
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It had already been two months since you moved in with your husband, and things couldn't have been better. He gave you a key to the house and even bought a car for you as a welcoming gift which you thought was over the top, but he assured you that it was more than okay and that you deserved it, which made you fall for him even more if that was possible.
In the beginning, your parents weren't too fond of you marrying an older man when you were still in your late 20's it took a while to convince them, but he really made you happy, and when you introduced him to your parents over dinner, and they saw how radiant you were when you were with him they gave you their blessing, and you couldn't have been happier.
There was just one tiny little problem.
More like a big problem.
No matter what you did, his son heeseung wouldn't even spare you a glance, not when you first met, not at the wedding, and not since the day you moved in, absolutely nothing.
You knew it was probably hard for him to go through all this, especially as a twenty-year-old getting used to having a mom or (stepmom) all over again, but you've been in his life for about a year now, and he still hasn't warmed up to you yet.
"I don't think he likes me," you sighed as you cuddled up next to your husband on the couch in the living room.
He wrapped his arms around you to comfort you. "Don't worry, honey. I'm sure he'll come around soon. He's just adjusting to the new house and everything," he reassures you.
"I hope so." You said with a sad smile.
That conversation happened last month, and he still hasn't made any effort to communicate with you.
You've tried various things to get his attention, like taking him shopping or making his favorite foods. Nothing worked, but his twenty-first birthday was right around the corner, and you were going to try to use the special day as a way to get closer and bond with him.
You noted that he enjoyed listening to music like a lot, so you had bought him the airpod max hoping he enjoyed them.
You could only hope he didn't think you were trying to buy his affection cause you really weren't. You just wanted to get to know your son.
And speaking of your son, he didn't tell you where he was off to when he left earlier this morning, and when you asked him, he just slammed the door in your face without saying goodbye, which wasnât surprising to you anymore.
You initially called your husband, but he didn't pick up the phone, which also wasnât surprising anymore. You figured he was just working overtime like he often does.
But luckily for you, he had given you heeseung's phone number in case of emergencies, and to you, this was an emergency he left in the morning, and it was now midnight with no word from him, so naturally, you were worried about him.
Thankfully your worried heart was put to ease when he answered on the first ring, and you breathed a sigh of relief. "What?" His tone was cold and harsh, just like it had always been, but right now, you didn't care. You were just happy he answered.
"Are you okay? Where are you? What time are you coming home?" You said in a worrisome tone.
You could hear him sigh on the other end. "I'll be back soon" you could barely hear him from all the loud noise in the background.
"Okay, I'll heat up dinner for you when you arrive. Drive saf-" your shoulders slumped down in defeat when he abruptly ended the call.
Another hour had passed, and you began to worry again, but the keys jingling outside the door made you jump to your feet excitedly. At least one of your boys was finally home.
"Hey!" You greeted. "I'll go get you something to eat. I'm sure you're starving" Heeseung didn't even pay you any attention. Instead, he took his shoes off at the door and made his way upstairs to his room.
You could only watch him with a frown on your face once he was out of sight. You could have sworn you smelled the scent of weed coming off him, and you furrowed your brows. You didn't know he smoked, which made you wonder if your husband knew you made a mental note to ask him when he came home from work later on.
Which was apparently not going to be tonight, it was already two in the morning, and you fought to keep your eyes open so you could greet him when he came back, but as the clock struck 2:02 am, you found yourself shuffling off to your shared bedroom drifting off to sleep just minutes later.
The next morning you woke up to an empty bed, and you assumed you had overslept and hubby was already at work. However, when you turned to face the clock, it was ten in the morning. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, double-checking the time, and your eyes were correct. Maybe he worked all night or had to take the early shift. You'd just have to call him and figure it out later.
You got up and stretched for a while before going to the bathroom to wash up a bit.
Once you finished and went downstairs, you were pleasantly surprised to see heeseung dining at the table. "Morning," you greeted him with your croaky morning voice and a gentle smile as you made yourself a cup of coffee.
He didn't say anything, but that was to be expected. He never talked to you during breakfast. Since you moved in, you never had dinner as a family. It has always just been you and your husband occasionally while heeseung stayed in his room doing god knows what or you and heeseung sitting in absolute silence.
Once your coffee was ready, you joined him and quietly sipped your hot beverage. "I was really worried about you last night," you confess. You didn't want him to get up and leave when you tried to talk to him, but you wanted to express that you cared, and if that made him upset, you were willing to take that chance.
He looked at you briefly and took a spoonful of his cereal.
You took that as a sign to continue. "You don't have to tell me anything, but please just be home sooner than midnight," you spoke softly, just barely above a whisper, so you wouldn't scare him away.
He only gave you a small nod, but that was enough for a smile to spread across your face since he had finally acknowledged your presence.
You and him continued to have breakfast in comfortable silence until the front door opened and startled you slightly. "I'm home~" your husband sang as he stepped inside and took off his shoes.
You got up from your chair and ran over to him excitedly, wrapping your arms around his back and giving him a peck on the lips. "I missed you," you pouted, and he poked your cheek with a smile on his face.
"I missed you more" you grabbed his warm hand and led him to the kitchen table.
"We were just having breakfast. Would you like me to cook you something?" Before he could respond, heeseung had stood up and washed his unfinished cereal down the drain, and took off to his room.
You looked at your husband with sad eyes and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. "Why the sad face honey?" he stroked your cheek with his thumb lightly, and you leaned into his warm touch. "Hey, look at me" he tilted your head up slightly, staring at your beautiful eyes. "You had breakfast together again. That's a win, right?"
Youâve been having breakfast with heeseung since you moved in, and nothing has changed. It didnât help you get closer with him, but you tried to stay positive, and you supposed your husband was right.
"Right" you got up from your seat and kissed his cheek. "I'll make some pancakes. How does that sound?"
"That sounds lovely." He agreed and gave you that beautiful smile of his.
"I don't want to kill the mood," you mumbled as you cut into your fresh plate of pancakes. "But last night when heeseung came home, he reeked of weed" you bit your bottom lip nervously as you awaited his reaction.
He just chuckled in response. "Honey, he's been like that for years. Don't worry about it." He dismissed.
"Has he been coming home past midnight for years too?" You hadn't noticed this behavior until last night. Usually, you were in bed by ten, but since you stayed up late waiting for your husband to come home, you were up late enough to encounter this apparent habit of heeseungs.
He dropped his fork and grabbed your hand. "Yes, ever since the divorce," he sighed. "He's just been very troubled. I've tried to talk to him about it, but he shuts me out all the time."
You wonder how bad the divorce mustâve been for heeseung to act this way. Your husband always said it was the past and that he didnât want to talk about it, and you respected those boundaries, but you were still curious.
"Maybe I should talk to him," you suggested. After all, maybe it was the lack of a mother in his life that made him act this way. Maybe you could be there for him in a way his father couldn't.
He let go of your hand and clenched his jaw. "I told you I've already tried."
"But maybe I could try a different approach" you were adamant about the idea cause if heeseung was struggling. Naturally, you wanted to help him.
"Fine," he threw up his hands. "You'll just be wasting your time" your brows creased in confusion at his response. He had never acted this way before when you and him talked about heeseung's behavior, but before you thought too deeply about it, you assumed he was just tired and let the conversation go for now.
He abruptly stood up from the table and went to the bedroom, leaving you alone with three plates of unfinished food.
Heeseung had just come downstairs, and he looked like he was going out. Judging by the clothes he had on, he glanced at you, and you tried to hide your hurt expression by giving him a weak smile.
He eyed the table noticing there was a plate in front of his chair where he usually sat, and it was untouched.
He checked the time, and he supposed he could spare a minute or two. He rejoined you at the table, devouring your pancakes like it was his last meal on earth.
You smiled slightly as you watched him eat in silence. "Aren't you going to eat?" He mumbles after taking a sip of water.
You nearly jumped in surprise when he spoke to you, but you quickly composed yourself. "Yes," you whispered and resumed eating your pancakes, and even though they were cold, you ate every last bite with a smile, cherishing this rare moment with him.
Once he finished, he took his dishes to the sink and washed them along with the bowl he had left from earlier.
âBye, heeseungâ you gave him a tiny wave from the kitchen that he didnât bother to return.
He put his shoes on at the door, and without another word, he was gone.
But at least there was progress, or so you thought.
You're sure that someone would have probably thought you were crazy with just how many decorations you had bought for your son's birthday, but hey, it was your first time celebrating the special day with him, and well, you wanted it to be special.
Unfortunately, earlier in the morning, when you were getting ready to go shopping, your husband informed you he wouldn't be home which totally ruined your whole entire mood. It seemed like everything went against you when it came to getting together as an actual family. If heeseung wasn't abruptly walking out of the room every time his dad entered, then his dad would be leaving for work nothing seemed to be working out for you.
"Can't you just call in? just this one time?" You all but begged him to stay home for Heeseung's birthday.
"No, I can't," he said flatly as he put on his dress coat. "He'll be fine. I always miss his birthday, whether itâs a business trip or for work, and besides, he's got you now" he turned around and flashed you a quick smile.
"Yeah," you mutter sadly while he kisses your cheek and waves goodbye to you.
You sighed at the earlier memory, but you weren't going to let it get your spirits down, especially when heeseungâs room was now decorated from head to toe. You smiled to yourself at the finished product taking a picture and sending it to your husband since he couldn't be there.
Now all that was left to do was wait for the birthday boy.
Heeseung trudged up the stone path to his house, sighing loudly when he saw the empty parking lot, which was a sign that his dad wasn't home.
"Seven years in a row," he mumbled sadly as tears welled in his eyes. He's not sure why he even still cared if his dad celebrated his birthday with him or not.
You'd think after seven years of hating his dad, he'd be over it by now, but he wasn't.
He remembers all those years ago when his mother did her best to make him feel loved going as far as inviting all his friends over to celebrate his birthday, but no matter how many people showed up, nothing could replace the absence of his father, not even the outrageous amount of gifts he received could replace that relationship he so desperately wanted with his dad.
Heeseung doesn't even know when it all started. All he knew was one day, he was a small child enjoying picnics at the park every Sunday after church, and the next moment he was a young teen, and his mom had turned into an alcoholic once she found out her husband was cheating on her, and just like that, everything fell to pieces and the perfect family was ruined all because of his piece of shit father.
Unfortunately, since heeseung was so young back then, he didn't have a choice in who he wanted to take custody of him after the divorce, and sadly there was no chance of him living with his mom. She didn't have enough money and a stable home for him to even stay in, so naturally, he was stuck with his father for the time being.
But now that he's a full-grown adult, he could make his own decisions about where he wanted to live, but stupidly enough, he was waiting and hoping that his father would change and that he would somehow care about him the way he used to but after two years of hoping heeseung had given up and decided to take his life into his own hands.
Which was probably not the best choice, but he needed money to move sooner than later, and a nine-to-five just wasn't going to cut it, especially cause he was secretly helping his mom get by cause, of course, his motherâs well being was no concern of his fathers, So naturally heeseung had resorted to the quickest way to make loads of money by selling drugs, betting, and racing illegally. It wasn't safe, but it was a safe bet to get him where he needed to be, and that was out from under the roof of his heartless father.
Especially right now, he's never wanted to leave so bad the fact that his dad had the fucking audacity to remarry was baffling to heeseung. He had the perfect wife, and he fucked it up for some random woman that he'd never see again, and that angered heeseung to the point that he couldn't even fathom he couldn't believe that his precious mother was brought down and reduced to absolutely nothing at the hands of his own father the thought made him feel sick.
And now that his father was doing the same thing with you made him feel even more sick. He never saw you as his mother. Thatâs for sure no one could ever replace her, not in a million years, but he could tell you were a good girl, and you were trying, which he appreciated. Even though he didn't show it, and even so, you still did your best and put up with his attitude to bring the family together, and you just had this glow that could change the whole atmosphere from dull and uninteresting to happy and cheerful, something his father didn't deserve he doesn't deserve your kindness because even after he fucked up with his first wife he didn't learn from his mistakes cause he was still going out behind your back every single night.
Heeseung wanted to tell you so badly about his dadâs unholy doings, but he didn't know if that was his secret to tell, so he stayed quiet. But right now, he didn't really care about respecting his father's privacy anymore cause not only was he cheating on his own son's birthday, but he was also out cheating behind your back, just like the old days.
You didn't deserve such treatment in heeseung's eyes. You deserved a real man, someone who could appreciate you for all your efforts and hard work, someone who could be there for you instead of leaving you home alone for ten hours a day, someone who could love you the right way.
God.
Heeseung feels so terrible for even thinking about you like that, but fuck, it was impossible for him not to. You were the perfect wife. Quite literally, everything about you was ideal for him.
He could see himself in his father's position so easily coming home from work to be greeted by you with warm hugs and kisses and a hot meal waiting for him on the table.
Except with him, it would be so different. He would answer all your calls, he would never come home late without telling you first, he'd give you massages when you were tired, and he would appreciate you for every little thing that you do.
Cause that's what you deserved, not a pathetic excuse for a man like his father.
As he got closer and closer to the door typing in the security code, he hadn't realized it yet, but his tears had subsided, and maybe that's all it took was for his dad to miss his birthday one last time cause as he took his shoes off at the front door he didn't have that heavy feeling in his gut anymore if anything it felt like a weight had been lifted and he could finally let go.
This felt like the last time his dad had to prove himself, and when heeseung came home to an empty parking lot, he accepted the fact that his father would never care about him the same way again, and as much as that hurt him in the beginning, it also felt like a relief cause now he didn't have to hang onto any false hope how could he when his own father gave him absolutely nothing to hang onto.
He was finally free, and he accepted his fucked up reality for what it was, something he wished he would have done years ago.
But, at least he can say he tried cause he really fucking did, no matter how painful it had been.
The house was oddly quiet normally. You would have been running down the stairs to greet him, but you were nowhere in sight, which made him frown.
He'd never ever ever ever admit to you that he liked it when you greeted him, that he liked it when you cooked his favorite dishes and liked how you worried about him and his safety when he was out late.
Cause god knows he loves all those things about you. Sometimes he'd leave the house just to hear you say bye, and he knows that sounds pathetic, but it's true.
He hated that he couldn't reciprocate your cheerful attitude. He wanted to so bad, and he almost slipped up so many times, but he was afraid that once that happened, there would be no going back. He was already basically in love with you at this point, and if he had to engage with you every day in a friendly manner, he'd be a goner, so instead, he gave you the cold shoulder and acted harshly towards you and it hurt him to know that he was hurting you, but if he ever acted on his desires for you he knows he'd ruin the family just like his father did, and he never wanted to be like his father ever.
He quietly made his way to the kitchen keeping his noise to a minimum, assuming you must have been tired and had gone to sleep early.
He decided to eat one of the apples you had bought from the market the other day. You had been talking about how good they were, and he remembered the sad look on your face when his stupid ugly, nasty father rejected them, saying. "I OnLy eaT oRgaNic fRuiT."
Oh, how heeseung wished he could have stuffed all those apples down his dad's throat at that very moment.
As heeseung bit into the apple, a smile unknowingly spread across his face. You were right. They were delicious, or maybe it was just cause you bought them, who really knows, but he enjoyed every last bite of it before throwing the core into the trash barrel and jogging upstairs to wash up for bed, not knowing that he was about to nearly have a heart attack after he opened his door.
"Surprise!" You popped out from hiding behind his door and held a cake with two big candles reading twenty-one on it. "Happy birthday, heeseung!" You smiled brightly.
His eyes went as wide as saucers as they scanned all the decorations. There were white, green, and purple balloons decorating his ceiling, and on the cake was his favorite cartoon character, buzz light year.
He couldn't do it.
He couldn't treat you harshly anymore, not after something like this. How could he?
This was far more than anything he could ever ask for, and he couldn't help but tear up. How did you know he loved Toy Story? His dad didn't even know that, not that that's saying much, but still, he couldn't believe that someone actually paid enough attention to him to even notice.
His silence was making you nervous, but before you could start overthinking, he quickly blew out the candles and set the cake on his nightstand, pulling you into one of the tightest hugs you've ever felt.
"Thank you, y/n, thank you so much," he cried on your shoulder, and you were shocked. You were not expecting this type of reaction from him, but you thoroughly enjoyed it and quickly hugged him back.
"You're welcome, birthday boy" you ruffled his hair, and it was difficult for you not to cry as well. Your son was finally hugging you for the first time since you met.
You rubbed his back gently as his cries started to die down a bit, and he pulled away from the hug, looking at you with teary eyes. It took everything in him not to kiss you right now, and he's thankful that you broke eye contact with him first. Otherwise, he probably would have done something really stupid. "Come on, let's open your presents" you wiped the tears off his cheeks, and he smiled before closing his door and joining you on his bed. "Okay, first one," you handed him the box excitedly. It was a Ferrari Lego set wrapped in Toy Story themed paper.
He didn't want to ruin your beautiful wrapping, but he couldn't contain his excitement as he ripped the paper off, gasping when he saw what was in his hands. "You didn't have to. How did you know?" You giggled at his reaction and nudged his shoulder playfully.
"Mothers know these kinds of things" he froze when you said that, being reminded of what this actually was a mother and son celebrating a birthday. He realized he was painting a different picture of what was actually happening inside his head, a more romantic one, so he calmed down his excitement while silently reminding himself that you only thought of him as your stepson, nothing more, nothing less. "Besides, your whole room is full of legos" you pointed to his shelf with all his little figurines, and he smiled at that, happy that at least someone paid attention to him.
"Thank you!" you felt saddened that he still hadn't called you mom yet, but your husband was right. It's the small wins that count. Heeseung would come around soon enough, you thought, especially after tonight.
"Okay, next!" You handed him another big box, and you couldn't wait for his reaction to this one.
"What did you get me?" He asked with a teasing smile. Honestly, being like this in front of you was easy for him. He felt light whenever you were around. Everything was just so carefree and comfortable. That's one of the many things he loved about you. Even if you two never spoke properly before, this felt natural, and he knew it did for you, too. He knows all the effort you put in to get closer to him, so he knew this meant a lot to you too, and he was grateful cause that let him know you cared and you didn't just give up on him like his parents did no matter how many times he treated you rough you were always patient with him which made him wonder how his worthless dad was lucky enough to get a girl as perfect as you.
"Open it and see" your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, but you were just so happy that he was finally opening up to you and letting you in. It made you feel so much joy that he trusted you to show you his real emotions. This moment meant the world to you, and you'd definitely never forget it.
"No way!" He stared at you in shock. "You're freaking crazy," he said, getting choked up as he examined the headphones.
You're not sure if he was crying cause of the present or the fact that he was finally celebrating this day with someone after so long, but it didn't matter to you as long as he was happy. "Do you like it?" You side-hug him and lean on his shoulder.
"Of course, y/n," he sniffles. "I love it" you leaned up, watching the smile that never left his face until he turned to look you dead in the eyes. "I love you" he used the opportunity to slip those words in just to let you know he knew you'd think of it in a mother-son way, but he didn't care as long as he got to tell you before he left.
Those words nearly brought tears to your eyes. That was even better than him calling you mom. You smiled brightly. You were so happy, and you couldnât wait to tell your husband the news.
"I love you too" you quickly pecked his cheek as you stood up from his bed to grab the cake. "How about some cake?" He looked at you and nodded. "Come on," you said in a whisper and gestured downstairs.
"Can we eat it here?" He asks sheepishly, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was turning five and not twenty-one from his childish request, but who were you to say no to eating cake in bed?
He sat back on his bed and tucked his feet under him while the bed dipped down next to him from your weight. He swiped his finger along the cake, gathering some frosting and licking it off his finger. "Good?" You ask, laughing at the way he decided to eat it without a fork.
"Yeah," he mutters shyly as you do the same, tasting the sweet frosting and humming at its delicious taste nodding in agreement with him.
You both ate the chocolate cake until there was barely anything left, and he sat it back down on his nightstand before he joined you on the bed again.
"You don't know how much this means to me," he whispered and trailed off while playing with his fingers nervously.
He looked like he wanted to say more, so you waited patiently for him to continue like you always had.
"This was the best birthday ever," he breathed out and looked at you with an unreadable expression.
"I'm so happy to hear that" you smiled genuinely at him and gently patted his shoulder.
Before you could even register what was happening, he was leaning in and kissing you.
It was if time had stopped.
You were paralyzed when you felt his lips on yours. You couldn't react from your state of shock as your eyes widened. He continued kissing you, tilting his head slightly and brushing his lips over yours.
When he placed his hand on your knee, you finally were able to react to the situation, and you pushed him back roughly by his shoulders. "What the hell are you doing?" You wiped his saliva off your mouth and stood up, distancing yourself away from him as you caught your breath.
He immediately hung his head low, knowing that he had messed up big time. You could hear him sniffling lightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered as his voice cracked. "Y/n, I didn't mean to." He looked at you with tears now trickling down his face. "I-I don't know what came over me, I'm sorry" he got off his bed and reached for you, but you backed away from him further, and his heart ached when he saw the pure look of utter disgust on your face.
Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest from how fast it was beating. You had no idea what to even think. Your mind was blank as you rushed out of his bedroom and into yours, locking the door behind you just in case he tried to follow you.
You curled up in bed and let the silence take over, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
As you were lost in thought, you heard a few soft knocks on the door, and you jumped slightly. "Y/n, please don't be mad at me," he pleaded softly, and you could hear the hurt in his tone. "PleaseâŚâ he whispered shakily, and you heard a soft thud on the door when he rested his forehead against it.
For the next three minutes or so, you could hear him quietly sobbing outside your door, and you were torn on what to do. Your stepson had just kissed you out of the clear blue.
You didn't know if you should talk to him about it or not. Maybe he had been smoking and just made a mistake, but you canât remember smelling any smoke.
You ruffled your hair in frustration and did the first thing that came to your mind.
You tried phoning your husband. Maybe he could give you some answers.
You just sighed when you heard the dial tone.
Of course, he didn't answer like usual it annoyed you that he could never answer his phone because of work. You knew he was more than likely in a meeting, and he couldn't be disturbed, but every time you needed him, he was never there. You knew thatâs what you were getting into when you married such a busy man, but that didnât make it any less upsetting.
You tossed your phone to the side and sighed loudly. You could still hear heeseungâs faint sniffles from behind the door.
"I know thereâs no excuse for what I did, but for what it's worth, you made this birthday the best one yet" he dragged his index finger down the length of the door. "G-goodnight, y/n" he walked back to his room and lied on his bed, feeling absolutely terrible about himself. Not only did he kiss you without permission, but he also kissed a married woman. "What was I thinking?" He mumbled quietly into his pillow.
He knew exactly what he was thinking, and he let his emotions get the best of him, but it was so hard to control it when you looked at him so fondly. How could he not get emotional when you had set up all those things just for his birthday? How could he not get emotional when you remembered the things that he liked?
It's been almost a decade since he felt those types of emotions, and he wasn't ready to feel those things again, especially not with you, especially when he couldn't control his feelings for you.
All those thoughts, feelings, and emotions came over him so fast that he didnât have time to second guess his actions, but as soon as his lips were no longer on yours, he realized that he had made an irreversible mistake.
The last thing he saw before he cried himself to sleep was his leftover cake on the nightstand.
You woke up in the morning, and unfortunately, the first thought that came to mind was last night. You frustratedly massage at your temples, trying to rub out the headache while looking at the alarm clock that read 8:27am.
You turned to your husband and wrapped your arms around him, hoping to seek some comfort from him after what happened last night, but he rolled on his side after mumbling something about it being too hot as he scooted away from you.
That was another thing that has been troubling you lately. Maybe you were blowing things out of proportion from all the stress you had been carrying with you recently, but he seemed so standoffish lately he'd barely kiss you unless it was before he left to work, and god forbid you mentioned your worries about heeseung to him, he'd just blow you off, and tell you that heeseung was an adult that could do what he wanted.
But the worse part was you couldn't remember the last time he took you on a date or the last time he made love to you, and getting married only seemed to create distance between you both, and you hated it. You felt so alone being cooped up in the house all day. Sure, you'd go shopping sometimes, but that only took your mind off of things for a little while.
And heeseung never talked to you, so that made you feel even more alone, and after last night everything kind of just hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt more isolated than you ever have, and you had no one to talk to. You moved far from your parents, and the time zones were completely different. You hadn't contacted your friends in years, and now it was just you all alone by yourself to figure out what you should do after your stepson thought it would be okay to kiss you, and your husband was practically ignoring your needs as his wife.
This whole time you've been so worried about getting the mother approval stamp from heeseung that you barely even had time to focus on your life with your husband, and now that you realized that, it felt awful.Â
"What do I do?" You whisper as tears well in your eyes, sobbing quietly so you wouldnât wake your sleeping husband.
For the whole day, heeseung didn't even think about leaving his room. He just couldn't face you after what he did last night.
Remembering the look on your face was enough to have him curled up in bed until midnight.
Once he saw all the lights were shut off, that's when he decided to leave. He made his way to the door, and he almost shirked when he saw you lying on the sofa all by yourself.
He tiptoed to the door, praying you wouldn't wake up, and to his luck, you didn't. He hastily put his shoes on and haphazardly wore his jacket and went to his secret racing spot.
You stirred in your sleep. Once you heard the door shut, you must have passed out while watching tv again. "Babe?" You called out, but you got no answer. You turned the tv off and went to your bedroom to see your husband fast asleep. "He didn't wake me up?" You mumbled you were once again waiting for him to come home from work, but you fell asleep, and he didn't even think to wake you up before going to bed.
Which reminds you, if he wasn't the one leaving, then that must have meant it was heeseung, and it was past midnight since your talk with him over breakfast. He seemed to understand your concern for him being out so late and made it a point to come home no later than ten.
So why was he leaving past midnight again?
You wanted to call him and tell him to bring his butt home, but after last night you're not sure where he stood with you or where you stood with him, to be honest.
Heeseung didn't want to leave past midnight and make you worry, but after what happened the night of his birthday, he figured you didn't care about him coming or going cause he made you mad, and he hated knowing that he ruined the little relationship you had both formed just as quickly as it happened.
But if he looked on the bright side, at least now, you probably hated him and wouldn't try to get close to him anymore, so that was a good thing. Maybe that would help him suppress his feelings for you, and besides, he'd be leaving soon anyway, so how you felt about him didn't really matter.
He was going to use the money he made from his nightly races and drug deals to move out. He now had more than enough to afford his own place and live alone comfortably.
Of course, his dad wanted him out a lot sooner and would be more than happy to buy heeseung his own house to get him out of his hair, but heeseung didn't want anything to do with his father once he was gone.Â
Everything that happened in this house he wanted to be a thing of the past, even if that included you.
Sure, it was a cop-out move to just avoid what happened that night, but in his mind, there wasn't a need to address that situation again. He fucked up, and that was the end of it.
That wasn't the only reason he wanted to move though his dad played the bigger role in that, and now after that incident with you, it was fuel for him to leave even sooner than he had originally planned.
He closed his eyes as a few tears rolled down his cheek, and the crowd roared his name as he revved his engine.
And as soon as the two black and white checkered flags were raised, he pressed his foot on the gas, going full speed ahead, pushing all his worries down just like his gas peddle, even though he knew they would all surface again and haunt him once he reached the finish line.
Of course, you couldn't get any sleep cause heeseung was still out, and it was now three in the morning, not to say you would have been able to get any sleep with your husband snoring loudly next to you anyways.
You quietly got out of bed and put your robe on. You walked downstairs and poured yourself a glass of wine, sitting on the sofa, waiting for heeseung to come home.
It wasn't long before the door was creaking open, and you heard the familiar jingle of heeseungâs keys.
He turned around and twisted the knob so he could shut the door silently.
You cleared your throat, and he nearly jumped out of his shoes as he slowly turned around with a grimace on his face. "Mind telling me what you've been up to?" You traced the rim of your now empty glass as you crossed your leg over the other.
"S-s-sorry, I won't do it a-again," he mumbled as he hung his head low and kicked his shoes off at the door.
"What exactly is it that you wonât be doing again?" You asked and slowly held the cup to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic drink.
He gulped nervously from your stern tone. "Just hanging out late with some friends," he lied. He didn't have any friends, not since his parents divorced.
You hum and nod your head. "Do these friends happen to smoke?" You questioned.
How the hell did you know that? "Yes," there was no point in lying. He wouldn't want to make you more upset.
You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. "What did I tell you about being out past midnight?"
"I know, and I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I didn't think you'd care" he bit his lip nervously.
"Why wouldn't I care? You're my son," his expression hardened at your words.
"Please stop saying that," he whispered shakily.
"What's wrong? I know I'm not your biological mother, but I'm trying here" you pushed down the lump in your throat and ignored the ache in your heart as he said those words to you.
"You just don't get it, do you? That's just the thing, you're not my mom, and I'll never see you as my mom" he clenched his jaw in annoyance.
Now you couldn't even pretend that didn't hurt like hell that's all you ever wanted was for him to call you mom but the way those words fell from his mouth so carelessly broke your heart. "W-what did you say?" Your voice now matched him with a shakiness that made him instantly regret what he said.
He came closer to you, wrapping your frail body in his arms. The smell of smoke invaded your senses as you inhaled sharply. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant," he whispered as your shoulders shook in his hold. "You know what, screw it" he pulled back and stared into your eyes intensely. "I'll never see you as my mom because," he took a deep breath before continuing. "Because I like you" his bottom lip quivered, and you could feel his body shaking slightly. "I know it's wrong, and I swear I tried not to, b-but I just couldn't help it, and on my birthday, I just couldn't control how I felt. It's the first time someone has shown me any type of affection in years, and I-"
You cut him off. This was nonsense. He was speaking. There's no way that's how he truly felt. "You never even talked to me before then" you pulled away from the hug and waited for him to explain.
"I know," he whined out. "But that's why I didn't want to get close to you 'cause this whole time I've hadâŚ" he trailed off, but you got the point. "And on my birthday, you just" he looked down at his feet, embarrassed and ashamed to even be telling you this. "You made me feel special, and I haven't felt that in a long time." He whispered.
You looked at him with a million questions swirling around in your mind, but you asked the burning one. "What about your father? He's great to you. Surely he makes you feel special" you tried to make sense of what heeseung was saying, but you couldn't wrap your head around it, and getting angry wouldnât help, so you spoke calmly while hoping to get some answers.
He just scoffed at your words and shoved his hands into his pockets. "He didn't even wish me a happy birthday." He poked his inner cheek with his tongue.
A look of shock overtook your features. Of course, you knew your husband wasn't going to be there on his son's special day, but not buying him a gift and not sending him a text was outrageous. "Maybe he was just too busy," you reasoned. There's no way he would not have sent his own son a happy birthday text unless he was busy.
"For the last seven years? I don't think anyone is that busy" he rolled his eyes. "It's obvious what's important to him, and I'm not."
"Don't talk about your father that way. He's a great man and a great husband, and you're just being ungrateful right now. He's working himself to death to take care of us both," heeseung just gave you a sad smile.
If you had any idea.
"If you say so," he wasn't going to argue with you about this. He was afraid he would slip up and spill his dad's secrets, and that would make everything so much worse than it already was.
"Just go to your room, and you're not going out tomorrow." You concluded that was all that needed to be discussed right now.
Without another word, he quietly went to his room and left you stressed out on the couch with so many unanswered questions.
"Honey will you call that deadbeat son of ours from his room," your husband joked as he sat at the table.
You just chuckled at his statement, knowing he meant no harm, and went to get heeseung from his room.
You knocked a few times and waited for him to answer. He cracked the door open just a sliver, and you saw his eyes widen slightly. "Yes?" He whispered.
You hated how he almost seemed scared of you after everything, but right now, there was nothing that you could think of to fix this situation between you and him, so youâd just have to be awkward around each other for the time being.
"Dinners ready, and your father wants you to sit with us," you informed him in a soft tone hoping that would help unnerve him, but it didn't seem to work.
"Ok," he said quietly and opened the door, fully exiting his room and coming downstairs with you.
"There he is! Finally decided to crawl out of that den of yours," heeseung sighed while sitting at the table. He knew this was going to be absolute torture. He was only doing it cause he knew you wanted to. "So your mother told me you've been smoking, is that true?"
You gasped in shock. This was not how you wanted him to bring this up. Tonight was just supposed to be a simple, peaceful dinner, nothing more, nothing less.
You shook your head and signaled for your husband to stop, and heeseung looked at you with a tinge of hurt on his face. Not believing the fact that you had told his secret.
Apparently, your husband didn't get the memo. "So are you going to answer, or do I have to beat it out of ya" his father joked, but neither you nor heeseung was laughing.
You smiled awkwardly and took a sip of your lemonade, staying quiet.
"What does it matter?" Heeseung responded harshly.
"To be honest, I don't care what you do, but your mother here is worried about you," he said while cutting into his steak.
"Babe," you scolded him for his choice of words. You knew he was just frustrated and didn't mean them, but you still acknowledged how inappropriate that was to say. "Sorry he's been drinking," you murmured to heeseung, but he knew even if his dad wasn't drinking, he would still say those hurtful words to him without thinking twice about it.
"There's nothing to worry about" heeseung dismissed the topic from going any further.
"See honey? I told you it's fine" you just sat there uncomfortably for the rest of the dinner. Maybe it was just you, but he didn't seem to care about his own son's reckless behavior, and it left an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. "What I am worried about, though, is when you're going to get a girlfriend. I mean, you're a grown man, and you haven't dated anyone." He chuckled.
Heeseung glanced at you feeling embarrassment course throughout his veins.
You were surprised to hear that. Heeseung was a good guy. From what you know, he was intelligent and interested In making music, plus he had handsome features, so you were bewildered at the new information.
"Isn't that something, dear? He's twenty-one and doesn't have a girlfriend."
"Well, that's his choice, babe. Maybe he just hasn't found the right one," you try to ease the tension of the conversation, hoping heeseung would loosen up a bit, but he didn't.
The conversation started out in the wrong direction, to begin with, but now it was completely lost.
"I suppose, but he hasn't even had sex yet" this was the first time you had ever heard your husband talk in such a manner, and it was revolting, to say the least, especially at the dinner table.
Has he always been like this? You wondered.
"Dad, we can have this conversation another time," heeseung gritted through his teeth. He knew his dad was trying to get under his skin, not to say he cared, but heeseung just didn't want you thinking differently of him for being a virgin. He didn't want to think he was any less of a man.
Of course, his dad wasn't going to listen to that, not when there was a perfectly good opportunity to humiliate his son. "Hell, he hasn't even had his first kiss yet," he chuckled, and heeseung's mouth parted as he stared at his dad in shock, unable to comprehend why he'd want to put him to shame like that in front of you.
Heeseung looked at you scanning your face for your reaction, and you could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes before he got up from the table and ran off to his room.
"Why would you say that?" You asked, knowing that you weren't the only one that could obviously see that heeseung was upset when he left.
"Say what? It's harmless fun. He'll get over it" he took a drink of his beer before shrugging his shoulders.
"That didn't look harmless to me, and it wasn't funny," you said sternly while throwing your napkin on the table.
You may not have been on good terms with heeseung, but he didn't deserve to have his love life aired out for your husband's drunken amusement.
You could only imagine how embarrassed heeseung felt.
You stood up from the table and headed to your room as well. You couldnât believe he had to ruin the evening. "Honey, wait, I'm sorry," you heard him drunkenly apologizing, but you continued on to your room, too stressed and tired to put up with him or anything else right now.
After you finished washing up, you went to check on heeseung. As hard as it was going to be to speak to him, you just wanted to make sure he was okay after what happened.
You knocked on his door, hoping he hadn't already gone to sleep. You waited a few seconds after knocking, and you didn't get an answer.
Maybe he was listening to music, you thought and cracked the door slightly. He was lying in his bed listening to music, just like you had originally thought, and he was wearing the headphones you bought him for his birthday. You smiled at the heartwarming sight before opening the door further and revealing yourself.
His head shot up to the door when he noticed the light from the hallway shining into his dimly lit room. When he saw it was you, he quickly took off his headphones and straightened out his blankets, running his fingers through his hair, trying to tidy up a bit.
"Can I come in?" He just looked at you and nodded his head. You shut the door behind you and sat on his bed, pushing away the thoughts of the last time you were in his room on his bed. "Sorry about him," you apologized on your husband's behalf.
"It's not your fault" he scooted away from you and hugged his knees to his chest. "It wouldn't be the first time he's done that" the words accidentally slipped from his mouth, and he panicked.
"What do you mean?" You ask him, puzzled.
Heeseung was quick to come up with an excuse. You didn't know much about his relationship with his father. From the outside looking in, they seemed like they got along pretty well, and heeseung knew what he said just now would make you ask questions, and those questions he didn't want to answer cause ultimately they would reveal what his dad was doing to you this whole entire time.
"Uhh, you know, just the teasing and all" he smiled uncomfortably and hoped you'd buy that lame excuse, and it seemed like you did when you nodded your head in understanding.
"Just so you know, it's nothing to be ashamed of" you were going to reach your hand out and comfort him, but you decided it'd be best if you didn't.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said lowly, and you sighed in defeat as you sat up and walked out of his room. If he didn't want to talk about it, you weren't going to force him to. You assumed he needed space, and you were more than willing to give it to him.
You went back to your shared bedroom to find your husband already lying in bed waiting for you. "Honey, I'm sorry," he apologized again while you got into bed next to him. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. He's probably upset with me," he mumbled in the crook of your neck as he wrapped his arms around you.
You cuddle up closer to him, and he presses soft kisses all over your neck, tickling you. "Babe!" You shouted when he started tickling your sides playfully.
"What?" He answers back as if he's unaware of what he was doing to you.
You giggled and squirmed, trying to get out of his hold.
"I gotcha now," he teased and continued tickling you while laughing at the noises you were making.
Heeseung could hear you both talking and laughing. He hated how his room was right next to your guyâs, and he could hear literally everything.
He turned up his music to full blast, drowning out everything. The last thing he wanted was to hear you being intimate with his father.
His father didn't deserve to see your body, heeseung thought. You should have been in his bed making love to him. He was confident his father couldn't please you the way he could. Hell, it wouldn't even be a comparison.
If heeseung had a chance with you, he'd give you anything you wanted. He'd take his precious time with your delicate body, trace his fingers over every dip and curve of your beautiful figure whisper praises in your ear about how good you make him feel. He'd stare directly into your eyes and tell you how much he loves you and how precious you are to him as he slowly strokes inside you while you moan his name and clasp your hands tighter with his.
You should be in his room right now with him.
Little did heeseung know you were unfortunately not getting intimate with his father cause after the little tickling session, he passed out from all the alcohol he drank earlier in the evening, leaving you to fall asleep unsatisfied for the countless night in a row.
A few weeks had passed now, and things were starting to get better with your husband. He was taking you out more and spending more time with you, which was great, and it kept your mind clear.
Unfortunately, things were the same with heeseung, and even still, you had no clue what to do. You wanted to tell your husband, but you had no idea what kind of mess that would have caused, so you ignored it entirely, and heeseung went back to his old ways of giving you the cold shoulder, which you were happy about cause that made you feel better about not addressing the situation somehow you twisted it that if he wasn't talking to you you weren't going to talk to him and you convinced yourself this was his fault for shutting you out.
Besides, he hasn't made a move on you since, so there wasn't anything to talk about, right?
Right.
Finally, you got your much-needed break from everything that has happened this past month, and you couldn't have asked for anything better than to be where you are right now, hugged up to your husband on the couch, watching movies as he stroked your hair.
Your guyâs movie marathon was interrupted by heeseung making a surprise visit to the living room. He scoffed and made his way to the couch, handing his father his key to the house before retreating back to his room.
You eyed the little transaction, and you furrowed your brows, looking at the house key that sat on the entertainment stand in the living room.Â
"Babe, what was that about?" You wondered why heeseung was giving up his house key.
"Oh, he didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" You say, growing more confused by the second.
"He's moving out next week," he told you as if it was just something as small as a story from one of his co-workers or something.
You sat up abruptly. "What?! No, he didn't tell me" you knew things werenât going great with you and heeseung right now, but you didn't expect him to keep something this important from you. "Why didn't you tell me?" Now that was the strange part he didn't know about yours and heeseung's falling out, so why would he assume heeseung would tell you when he didn't even speak to you?
"Cause it's not a big deal" he shrugged and tried to hug you, but you backed away.
"It is a big deal. You know how hard I've been trying to get close to him, and you didn't even think to tell me he would be moving?" You raised your voice slightly.
"What does it matter?"
You couldn't sit still any longer. You got up from the sofa and went to heeseung's room. Maybe he could give you a better explanation than the bullshit your husband just gave you. "Why didn't you tell me youâre leaving?" Your tone was still harsh, but it wasn't aimed toward heeseung.
"Didn't think you'd care" he disregarded the way you just stormed into his room without knocking.
"Why would you think that?" Your expression softened, as well as your tone.
"We haven't talked in weeks, so what's the point? For all practical purposes, I'm not even here," he angrily shoved his belongings into his suitcase.
You knew it was your fault why he felt like that, and it made you feel terrible. You could no longer deny the fact that your and Heeseung's relationship diminished because you were not handling what happened like an adult. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."
Fuck fuck fuck.
He wanted to punch and kick himself for thinking you looked cute apologizing right now. That's not what this is about, heeseung focus. He took a deep breath and put on his hard exterior once again. "I forgive you," he said with no emotion at all.
He couldnât understand why youâd take all the blame, though, cause he definitely had a part to play.
You watched him packing, and you still felt guilty for everything, even if he had forgiven you. "So that's just it then?" You asked sadly, you knew at this point having a mother-and-son relationship was out of the picture, but youâd still miss him when he was gone.
He sighed and zipped up his bag, opening a smaller one for his toiletries. "What do you want from me, hmm? I already told you this," he pointed back and forth between the two of you. "Is never going to happen. I can't give you what you want, and you can't give me what I want."
"Heeseung, I don't know what to say. I want to tell you I'm sorry, but I'm not. I'm a happily married woman, and you have to understand that," you tried to explain to him in a way he'd understand without hurting his feelings.
"Exactly, and I can accept that, so why can't you accept the fact that this picture-perfect family idea of yours is never going to work? I'm moving out, and now you can live the rest of your life happily with that-" he had to bite his tongue to stop himself from talking and saying something he shouldn't.
"Honey?" You heard your husband calling you from downstairs, and heeseung sighed. You wanted to finish listening to what he was saying, but you opted to leave his room and go to your husband.
"Fuckâ heeseung said under his breath when you walked out.
He wanted to let you know what was happening, but he was scared. He didn't want to hurt your feelings, or worse, what if you didn't believe him?
He shook his head and finished packing. It wasn't his mess to sort out. He tried to convince himself.
Everyone glossed over what happened over the next week, and so did you heeseung was leaving today, and there wasn't anything you could do or say to stop him.
It was in the evening, and you were supposed to be going out to dinner with your husband, but he wasn't answering your calls. He said he'd be ready by six, yet it was eight, and he didn't even bother to call you to inform you what was taking him so long, and you started to get worried.Â
Tears unknowingly pricked your eyes and cascaded down your face. Everything had gotten to you, and you couldn't contain your emotions anymore and finally let out all your frustrations.
You sobbed into the palms of your hands while sitting at the kitchen table. Everything seemed to be going wrong the past month, and you had no idea how to fix it heeseung was basically done with you, and your husband didn't even seem to notice how stressed you were lately. You were hoping to talk to him over dinner, and now that fell through, so here you sat sobbing like an overgrown baby waiting for your beloved husband to come home.
To make matters even worse, when you looked up, you met eyes with heeseung, and he was just staring at you.
You must have missed him coming down the stairs while you were crying hysterically.
You quickly grabbed a napkin and dried your tears. Obviously, it was too late to hide them, but you still tried.
Heeseung dropped his moving boxes at the door and made his way over to the kitchen. He didn't hesitate for a moment to lean down and wrap his arms securely around your shaking shoulders. "Shhh, itâs okay" he kissed the crown of your head and rested his cheek there while fluttering his eyes shut.
You didnât have it in you to tell him off for his overly affectionate gesture, so you let him comfort you instead.
You grabbed his hand and held it tightly. You didn't have to tell him why you were crying. He saw his mother in the same position you were in right now, all beautiful and dressed up, ready for the big date that never came.
"I'm going to tell you something that I know I shouldn't, but you deserve to know," he whispered and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly. "My father is cheating on you" heeseung's heart rate increased as he finally spilled his father's filthy secret to you.
"What?!" You pushed his arms off you, and he stumbled back slightly while you stood up from your seat. "Why would you say that? He would never" you defend your husband. Little did you know he would, and he was at this very moment.
Heeseung hung his head low. "That's the same thing I thought when my mother told me," his voice cracked. "I know it's hard to accept it. I've been there before, but it's true."
"No," You felt more fresh tears welling in your eyes. "Take that back right now. How could you ever speak about him that way" this was absolutely preposterous, you thought.
"Because it's true, I wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings, okay?" He stepped closer to you, and you let him engulf you in a hug, but you didn't hug him back.
"How do you know?" You asked, nibbling on your lip. You wanted to fight back, but something about the look on heeseung's face made you feel like he was telling you the truth, and it made you feel sick.
"Call him and ask him where he is," he responds quietly. You broke away from the hug.
"No, I get it now. You're just trying to break us up 'cause you can't stand the fact that I don't want to be with you" that had to be it cause the man you married would never cheat on you, and you knew he loved you, too much to do that to you.
"What?!" Heeseung said, shocked that you would not only accuse him of lying but the fact that you would think that lowly of him. "I would never lie to you, y/n that's not the type of guy I am, and what would I gain from lying to you? I know you'd take his word over mine any day, and besides, I'm leaving today, so even if I was trying to turn you against my father, that'd be pretty stupid given the fact that once I walk out of that door in the next fifteen minutes, you'll probably never see me again."
That was true, but maybe heeseung didn't want you for himself. Maybe he just wanted to ruin your life cause you didn't accept his advances.
He could see the apprehension on your face, and he took the opportunity to further prove his point. "He said he would be home today at six, right?" You just nodded your head. "And he also said he was going to go to work, right?" You nodded once more, feeling a heavy weight settle in your gut. "So if I call his work right now, he should be there, right?" You knew where this was going, and you didnât like it one bit. You were going to leave and go to your bedroom, but he quickly grabbed your wrist and stopped you from moving.
He let go of you and pulled out his phone, and dialed his dad's work number, putting it on speaker as the phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Hi, could you give me Mr lee's extension? I'm his son, and he's not answering his phone right, and I'm worried" you listen, as whoever was taking the phone call informed heeseung that Mr lee had not been at work today and that he was always off on Sunday. "Oh, okay, thank you. Bye," you stared at heeseung with tears in your eyes.
But you were still in denial. "He's probably just off doing some work elsewhere," you smiled and convinced yourself.
Heeseung couldn't believe how much you were defending his father, but he understood he was the same way when he found out from his mother, but he was going to prove to you that it was true one way or the other. "Y/n, I need you to listen closely to me. I'm doing this for you, okay? I love you, and I don't ever want to see you hurt. I don't want to sit back and watch the next most important woman in my life get reduced to nothing at the hands of my father, not again" it was hard for him to contain his emotions. Talking about this topic was something he thought he had gotten over, but it felt like the wound had never healed, even though he thought it did years ago.
You stood in silence, wrapping your arms around yourself, preparing for what he was about to say. If you were being honest, you had your doubts about your husband a few times, like when he smelled like women's perfume, and he told you he worked around females, so that's why he smelled that way at the time that sounded true, so you went along with it the other time you saw a red stain on his shirt that looked a lot like lipstick, but you thought you were reaching and didn't bring it up to him but now as heeseung was giving you all this information you weren't so sure so instead of telling heeseung off for saying such foul things about his own father you stayed and listened cause deep down you were afraid you had been right all along.
"Remember all the times I always left the table when he came home? It's cause we don't get along. He made it seem that way, so you wouldn't think any less of him, but he knows deep down I hate his guts, and he hates mine. You remember all the times he came home from work late? He was out at the club. Remember all the times he didn't answer his phone or come till the next day? He was off with somebody else while you were waiting at home for him like a good wife" before you could shut him down, he pulled up a picture of your husbands' car in the parking lot of a club, and that's when it felt like your world had come crashing down you had a feeling but you being you just thought you were overthinking all the time, and you stupidly gave your husband the benefit of the doubt when evidently he didn't deserve it.
You were sad, hurt, and upset. "Why would you do that?" You said to heeseung while crying. He just looked at you, mirroring your hurt expression cause this was just as hard for him to relive all over again as it was for you finding out. "You're lying!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. "You're lying!" You pushed his him. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" you hit his chest, punctuating your hurtful words each time your hand came in contact with his body. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he let you weakly pound his chest. Eventually, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you pulling you into a hug instead. "You're lying," you choked out through sobs as you let him engulf you in a hug. This time, you hugged him back in your weak and vulnerable state.
You couldn't believe everything was a lie right from the beginning. You don't blame heeseung for not telling you sooner. You blame yourself for being so stupid and naive to believe such ridiculous lies. You hated yourself for having blind faith in your husband, and you hated your heart for loving him so foolishly that even when things seemed different, you just brushed it off.
Heeseung rubbed your back soothingly to comfort you. "Remember all the times I came down for dinner when he was gone? I did it so you wouldn't feel alone. Remember all those times I came back early? I did it so you wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. Remember all those times when I was here for you, and he wasn't?" You could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest while he poured his feelings out to you. "If I was in his place, I'd never come home late. If I was in his place, I'd never look at another girl, and if I was in his place, I'd treat you right" he held onto you tighter, giving his words more significance.
He leaned back to look you in the eyes, trailing his hands over your hip bones. "If I was in his place, I'd never make you cry" he scanned your face, and his heart broke for you. You looked lifeless and completely broken as he wiped away your stray tears. It was like he was looking in a mirror at his fourteen-year-old self when his mother told him the same news, except when he found out he had no one to confide in cause his mom practically abandoned him for alcohol and left him in the hands of his abusive father, but he wasnât going to let you go through the same thing that he did he was going to be that person that was there for you when no one else was he was going to be that person his mother couldn't be for him.
Heeseung thought it was now or never and closed the gap between you two before he could think twice. Besides, no matter the outcome of his actions, he'd be gone tomorrow, but he was here today, he was in this moment, and he was going to make every second of it count.
You responded to the kiss, and in your weakened state, all you wanted was his comfort. It was something you needed more than anything in the world, especially right now.
It felt so right.
No matter how hard you tried to be his mother, you never quite made the cut, and deep down, you knew it was because you never really saw him as your son. You were just too wrapped up in trying to be the perfect wife for your husband that you lost sight of everything, and right now, after everything heeseung had told you, kissing him didn't feel wrong cause you didn't feel like you were kissing your stepson no, you felt like you were kissing a man that loved you and a man that actually cared for you and your well being.
He hummed into the kiss pulling you closer by your waist as he kissed you passionately, slowly, lovingly this was the first time you had ever felt this way from a kiss. You never felt the butterflies in your stomach that you were feeling right now when you kissed anyone else. With heeseung, you could actually feel the love he had for you.
He leaned back and fluttered his eyes open, slowly placing one last loving peck on your lips.
He's been waiting for the moment for far too long. It was definitely worth the wait. He'd live his hellish life all over again just for it to lead to this very moment with just you and him and no other distractions in between.
Your lips were just as soft as he imagined, your kiss was just as electrifying as he daydreamed, and your embrace was everything he ever prayed for. "Come with me," he says out of nowhere. "Get a divorce and leave him live with me. I promise I can take care of you, trust me" he rested his forehead against yours. Everything was happening so fast, and you could barely breathe, but one thing you knew for sure was right now, heeseung had told you the truth you had been searching for, and his embrace made you feel safe. He proved you could trust him, but you don't know if you were ready to move on so quickly you didn't want your emotions getting in the way of making such a big decision, and heeseung seemed to have read your mind.
"We can take this as slow as you want" he gripped your shoulders, leaning down a bit to hold eye contact with you. "Look at me, okay? All I'm asking is for you to come with me, if, a month down the road, you decide you don't want to try with me. Iâll completely understand, but right now, I just can't stand to see you hurt. I can't let that happen to someone I love not again," he meant every word wholeheartedly. He couldn't be there for his mother, but he could be there for you.
You nibbled on your lip in thought you had no money outside of your husband's income, and you couldn't afford to move right now. "Heeseung, I can't." You whisper.
"Why?" He breathed out and placed his hands on your cheeks. âHmm?â
"I can't afford to move, and I can't go back to my parent's house," you told him your concerns for the first time in months. You felt comfortable speaking your mind out in the open.
"You know how I always go out at night?" You nodded your head as he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb. "I hate for you to find out like this, but I was doing illegal things to make money, and let's just say I could buy you a house twice this size. We could fly to your parent's house and be there in the morning. Whatever you want, I can give to you." He looked at you intensely to prove to you that he was dead serious.
You could feel a headache coming on. This was all too much for you to handle alone, but Heeseung wasn't going to let you handle this alone, not this time. "I couldn't ask that of you."
"I want to give you a life that you deserve, let me" the look in his eyes was indescribable, but if you had to put it in words, it was love mixed with hate, sadness mixed with anger, but behind everything, it was hopeful and sincere. "Let me be the man in your life that my father couldn't be" you didn't need to hear anything more you gave him a quick kiss sealing off his promise and wrapping your arms around him tightly.
"Thank you," you mumbled into the crook of his neck wetting his shirt with your warm tears, but he didn't mind one bit as he reciprocated the hug.
"Anything for you. I got you" he disconnected from the hug and smiled, wiping your tears. "Let's get you all packed, yeah?" He wasn't trying to pressure you, but the sooner you both could leave, the better.
"Wait" you put your hand on his chest, stopping him from going anywhere.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly and rubbed the back of your palm with his thumb.
"I'm scared," you muttered.
"It's okay. Iâm here now, and I wonât ever let him hurt you again" he led you upstairs, and you grabbed only your necessities. You didn't want anything that reminded you of your soon to be ex-husband.
Heeseung gave you a reassuring smile to ease your worries as you dropped your bags off at the door.
You both sat in the living room, waiting for him to come home. "It's okay," heeseung whispered and grabbed your hand. "I'll be here every step of the way. You have nothing to worry about" he kissed your hand but quickly distanced himself from you when he heard the front door crack open.
"Hey, isn't this a surprise you guys are actually getting along for once," he said, and it was now clear as day how condescending his tone was, and it only occurred to you now that that's how he always talked to you when it came to you trying to get close with heeseung you can't believe you didn't notice it sooner.
You can't believe he didn't even mention the date you two were supposed to go on. Then again, if heeseung never showed you what your husband was up to, you probably would have summed it up to him just being tired from âworkâ like you always foolishly had.
"Can we talk?" You ignored his slight jab and walked over to the kitchen heeseung parted his mouth to say something, but you smiled at him, letting him know you were okay.
"Sure" he took off his shoes and followed you to the kitchen smirking at heeseung while doing so.
"Look, I don't want your explanation. All I want is a divorce" you slid the diamond band off your finger and set it on the counter.
"What?" Your ex-husband chuckled incredulously.
"I know exactly what you've been doing behind my back, and I don't want to be with a person like you. I can't live the rest of my life with a liar," your whole body shook with nerves and fear.
"What are you talking about? I haven't been doing anythi-"
"Don't! Just stop!" you yelled at him for the first time ever. "Save it for someone else" you tried to walk past him, but he grabbed you by your wrist heeseung was watching the whole time from the living room, and as soon as his father laid a finger on you, he was quick to stand up and make his way over to you.
"Don't you dare touch her again" you looked up and saw that heeseung had gotten in between you and was shielding you from his dad.
"Oh, so he speaks," his dad chuckled. "Stay out of this boy. It has nothing to do with you" he pointed his finger in heeseung's face.
"It has everything to do with me," heeseung gritted through his teeth. "You heard her what she said. Now leave her alone."
"Watch your tone with me, boy" he balled his fists and got ready to throw a punch at heeseung, and you screamed in fear, but luckily heeseung was quick enough to dodge out of the way.
"Stay back," heeseung said to you before turning back to his father. "Do not make me do this" he stood up to his father, looking down on him from the height difference heeseung had definitely outgrown his father. He was no longer the helpless teen boy that couldnât defend himself all those years ago. He had grown into a man that was able to stand up for himself and protect the people he loves.
His father didn't listen, and this time, it was heeseung who was raising his fist and landing a powerful punch to his dad's jaw, knocking him straight to the ground.
Heeseung immediately jumped on top of him, pinning him to the ground while beating his face to a pulp with every punch. He could hear his mother's cries, and with every punch, he saw your sad face, and he went into a fit of complete rage, landing every blow, each hit more powerful, Than the last, as he screamed. "No more!" Over and over again. âIâm not letting you hurt me or the people I love anymore!â
You stood there in shock, whimpering with your hands covering your mouth as tears ran down your face. "Heeseung, that's enough" you went closer to him, and he pushed you back slightly and continued to punch his father's face in, pretty soon. It would be unrecognizable. "Heeseung, please stop" when he heard your broken voice, he immediately snapped out of it and turned around to see you crying. He quickly let go of his father's collar and stood up, wrapping you in his arms protectively.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. You could feel him shaking with pure rage, and it scared you, but you knew he'd never do anything to hurt you. "I'm sorry, love.â He spoke gently and stroked your head. âI just don't want him to hurt anyone anymore." He took a deep breath to calm himself.
"It's all okay now," you comforted him and rubbed his back gently.
He sighed and rested his chin on the crown of your head. "It's okay," he reiterated, swaying your body back and forth in his hold" "ready to go home?"
"But your hand" you held his bloody hands, examining the broken skin on his knuckles, and he winced slightly.
"I'm okay for now. Let's just get out of here" he kissed your forehead softly.
You looked at the floor where the man you once called your husband was laid out unconscious, and as you looked at his bloody tattered face, you felt no remorse, not after he tried to not only hurt you but heeseung as well after you found out everything about him you couldnât feel one ounce of sadness for him.
Heeseung followed your line of vision, and he felt nothing but resentment toward the man he once called his father. "He can take care of himself" heeseung spat on his unmoving body and hooked his arm around your shoulder, and headed to the door. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Heeseung said with worry.
"No," you whispered and shook your head softly while clutching onto his arm.
âGoodâ he whispered and kissed your cheek, a faint smile graced heeseung's features, and his eyes lit up as a warm feeling spread throughout his chest. He couldn't put into words how happy he was that you felt comfortable and safe with him.
You grabbed your suitcases and walked out the door hand in hand with heeseung. Once the car was fully loaded with your belongings, he opened the door and helped you inside, buckling your seatbelt and placing one last loving kiss on your temple as you smiled softly at him.
After he got in the driver seat and buckled himself in, he held your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles on your palm, and you're not sure what the future held for you and heeseung, but for right now, you were going to go wherever he takes you.
Cause, after all, it was heeseung that helped you break your unholy ties.
FIN.
Thank you so much for reading. I appreciate each and every one of you who made it to the end.
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Housewife
Part - 4
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, hinting masturbation
Part 1
"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.
"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."
Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.
"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.
You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."
"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.
"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.
You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.
The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.
"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.
"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.
"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.
"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."
Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."
Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."
"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"
Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.
"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"
"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.
It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.
You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.
Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.
"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."
"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.
"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"
"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.
You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"
"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?
"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."
Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"
Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.
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Part 5
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Cabin shenanigans
(Bat boys x f!reader)
Summary:
Where a game of âtruth or stripâ with the bat boys at the cabin, leads to a bit moreâŚ
Warnings:
18+, SMUT, oral giving!receiving, shower $ex
Mentions of alcohol
Nudity
Tropes
Poly!bat boys
Friends w benefits
Note:
Aaahhh this is my first time writing smut, so please be kindđđź. I LOVE reading poly bat boys fics, like just being worshipped by all of themđŠ. Living my fantasy out. Also itâs mostly just reader being absolutely spoiled by them;)
Enjoy x
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Y/n
I take a sip of my drink as I lounge on one end of the couch.
âWhy donât we do something more exciting?â Cassian suggest from where he sits in an arm chair across from me.
âLike what Cass?â Rhys asks looking at him questionably.
Heâs sitting on the other end of the couch Iâm in, also drink in hand.
âLike truth or dareâ he suggests.
âThatâs so boringâ I whine.
âYeah I agree with y/n. Isnât there something a bit moreâŚspicier?â Azriel asks from where heâs also sitting in an arm chair.
Me, Cassian and Rhys all raise our eyebrows at him, as he isnât exactly the one to suggest these kind of things.
âWhat did you have in mind AzâŚâ Rhys questions him.
âI donât knowâŚlike maybeâŚdare orâŚstrip?â He suggests.
I choke on my drink, and Cassian is just grinning widely. Of course he is. Rhys is smirking a little.
âDid you say strip?â I ask for confirmation.
âWhat? Are you a coward y/n?â Cassian asks me, raising his eyebrow.
I throw a pillow at him, and the other two just snicker.
âFine Iâm inâ I say, chugging the rest of my drink.
Then I refill it to the top. Iâm gonna need a lot of alcohol if Iâm gonna be able to not get flustered.
âOkay I startâ Cassian says.
âRhys I dare you to fly around the mountains utterly nakedâŚor stripâ he smirks at Rhys.
âI do not wanna get up right nowâŚso I guess Iâll have to lose somethingâ Rhys answers as he puts his glass down.
Then he moves to remove his shirt, leaving him bare chested. He could have removed anything else. Seriously?
My gaze drops to his muscular torso covered in Illyrian tattoos.
âYouâre drooling y/nâ Cassian says, and I close my mouth that has unintentionally dropped wide open.
âFuck you Cassâ I say, flipping him off.
âItâs alright darling. Nothing you havenât seen before right?â Rhys asks me and I roll my eyes at him.
Again he chuckles.
âOkay my turn. Cassian I dare you toâŚmake out with Azrielâ I say smirking at him.
âSay lessâ Cassian says as he heads over to Az and grabs his face to smash their lips together.
Azriel tumbles back but Cassian goes all the way in. I see how incredibly hungry the kiss is. Cassian is devouring him.
âOkay thatâs good Cass. Looks like Az has had enoughâ Rhys comments.
I just smile to myself and take another sip of my drink.
As Cassian finally pulls away, Azriel seems very shocked and flustered. But not surprised. Cassian has been obsessed with him for years.
âY/n let me ask you oneâ Azriel says, directing his attention to me.
âAlrightâ I say, putting my glass down.
âI dare you to tell us who you find the most attractive out of the three of usâ he finishes.
âThat is cruelâ I say, narrowing my eyes at him.
âItâs the game. Do it or stripâ he shrugs.
I canât answer this question. Simply because I do not know the answer. Iâve known them since I was a child. And I find all of them equally attractive.
I donât say anything as I just remove my socks.
All three of the boys give me an annoyed look, and I quirk an eyebrow at them.
âWhat?â I ask.
They donât even answer.
âI removed a piece of clothing didnât I?â I say knowingly before taking a large sip of my drink again.
âAlright sweetheart. Let me ask you anotherâ Rhys says as he looks at me.
âItâs Azrielâs turnâ I protest.
âIâll do it after youâ Azriel says, as I curse him for letting Rhys ask me another.
I turn my attention back to Rhys and he gives me a slight smile.
âI dare you to take off your sweaterâ he smirks knowingly.
âWhat? Thatâs not fair. Youâre cheatingâ I whine as the others just grin at me.
âDo it or take off another piece of clothingâ Cassian tells me, and I roll my eyes again.
So I decide to just take off my sweater, leaving me in my bra and sweatpants.
Now itâs their time to gawk. All their eyes trail over my chest, and my lace black bra.
âHey eyes up here dickheadsâ I snap at them.
They live their gazes up to meet mine and I canât help but blush a little.
âAlright AzâŚI dare you toâŚleave a hickey on Rhysâs neckâ I say with a mischievous smile.
Rhys seems every eager to this dare, but Azriel just takes his shirt off instead. Now he is also bare chested. Just great.
ââââââ
I am now only in my underwear and so are the three Illyrian males.
âI say we stop here, before it goes too farâ I suggest, as I donât need them to see me naked.
Cassian has the audacity to whine, and I roll my eyes at him.
âWhy donât we go out in the snow instead?â Rhys suggest and I just look at him weirdly.
âItâs freezingâ I say.
Azriel just smiles smugly. Then Cassian grins as well.
They all look at each other, communicating somehow before they turn to me.
âWhat. Youâre scaring meâ I question them all.
Then Cassian moves over to me, lifting me up under my arms. Rhys moves forward and grabs a hold of my legs and I immediately protest.
I kick my feet and slap my hands in the air, but they donât seem to even notice.
Then they walk me outside into the dark cold and throw me into the snow. Azriel following close behind.
âFuck!â I yell as the ice cold snow hits my skin. I immediately get up to rid myself of it, but Iâm already soaked in it. Even my hair.
âYou bastards. Youâre so deadâ I say as I lean down to make a snowball.
As they notice I do this, they start to make their own.
I throw mine right at Rhysâs chest, and he looks at me wickedly. Fuck.
Then Iâm bombarded with snowballs hitting me, as I run away screaming.
âNo fuck- stop- Iâm sorry- donât- pleaseâ I manage to get out in attempts to run away.
I donât notice Azriel as he wraps his large arms around my middle, lifting me up.
âNoâŚAzâŚâ I warn him, but then Cassian smashes a snowball onto my head.
I let out a moan of pain. That makes them stop what theyâre doing immediately.
Then Azriel lets me down, but keeps his hands on my bare stomach.
âIâm not staying out here, itâs fucking freezingâ I say as I manage to get out of his grip, and run inside the cabin again.
I hear several footsteps following me inside, as I head into the sauna.
I perch myself on one of the benches on the second step and close my eyes at the heat.
Then I hear a door opening, and immediately smell their intoxicating scents.
They all settle beside, in front, and behind me. Then I open my eyes.
Cassian is at my right side. Rhys is in front of me, his back facing my legs. And Azriel is behind me, his legs spread out beside my frame. Making my upper body stay trapped in between his strong calves.
âHello princessâ Cassian says as he tucks some hair behind my ear.
âHello Cassâ I answer him nonchalantly.
He moves his fingers from my ear, down to my shoulder, and then down my arm, along my sides resting it at my bare thigh.
I close my eyes again, trying to not pay too much attention to the three muscular Illyrians sitting around me.
Suddenly I feel a few fingers in my hair, playing with some strands. Azriel.
I lean my head back to give him more access. And he immediately takes it. He starts to rub at my scalp, massaging it. That earns him another moan from me. But one of relief.
Again all of them freeze in time, like theyâve seen death.
I open my eyes yet again, to find them all staring at me.
Rhys has turned his head around and is gawking at me. I can feel Cassianâs piercing stare from beside me. And Azrielâs gaze I can always feel. But also the fact that his hands have stopped moving.
âWhat is it? Whyâd you stop Az?â I question him, as I turn my head around to look at him.
âYou need to stop making those soundsâ he says sternly.
âWhat soundsâ I ask genuinely confused.
âThose moans of yours darling. Theyâre insufferableâ Rhys says from in front of me.
I turn my face to him.
âIt felt nice. Azrielâs handsâ I clarify.
âI bet they felt extremely niceâ Cassian says grinning.
I turn to him this time.
âWhat do you mean Cass?â I ask him innocently.
He starts to move his hand on my thigh, higher, very fucking slow.
âI mean y/n. That if youâre going to make those beautiful sounds. You shouldnât be surprised by what that does to usâ he explains, his gaze darkening with hunger.
As his hand reaches my inner thigh, right where my hip meets the top, I draw in a sharp breath.
I feel something in my stomach heating at his touch.
âWhat do you meanâ I repeat, even though itâs not really a question.
âLook downâ he answers with a sly smirk, and I do.
I look right down to his huge boner. Fuck me. Heâs hard as steel. From one little moan from me?
I canât help but gawk at it, my mouth falling open, and my lips parting. I feel my mouth dry out, at the look of it. I canât even see his cock, but I know itâs big, from his undershorts.
âYou gonna take care of that darling?â Rhys asks from, still in front of me, his hand now slowly up my other leg.
Azrielâs hand has started to move down the side of my face, towards my neck.
I choke on my spit.
âI uhmâŚwhatâŚI thought we were justâŚI should go to bedâ I manage to get out, sprinting to my feet.
But as I hit the floor, Rhys wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. Right onto his own hard erection. What the actual fuck.
My back is in touch with his chest, and my hands go to his thighs as a reaction to steady myself.
Then his nose moves to brush against my neck and ear, and he leans in to whisper lowly.
âWhere do you think youâre running off to?â
I donât even answer him, as his mouth trails over the sensitive skin of my neck.
I let out a moan again. But this time of pleasure.
âFuck y/n. I said stop doing thatâ Azriel groans form behind us.
âShe canât help it Az. My mouth feels to good on her skinâ Rhys answers him.
Then out of instinct, I turn around, grounding myself on Rhysâs lap, my thighs draping over his own, and my hands curving around his neck.
He lets out a breath of surprise, but places his palms on my hips anyways.
Then I lean down to his mouth, so that theyâre brushing against his barely.
âI really should go to bedâŚâ I whisper.
âYouâre not going anywhere loveâ he whispers back, before smashing his lips onto mine.
I smirk as I kiss him roughly back, my hands immediately tangling in the base of his hair.
I roll my hips into his, and he lets out a feral growl.
âFuck y/nâŚâ
I let out a moan myself, our mouths parting slightly.
But he pushes my hips forward, repeating the action, earning another moan from both of us.
As I keep grinding my hips into his, I throw my head back, my mouth falling open.
He takes that as an opportunity to smash his lips onto my neck, sucking and biting at my skin.
âFuck RhysâŚâ I moan slightly as he leaves a love bite on my neck.
âMy name sounds so good coming from your lips darlingâŚâ he speaks into the skin of my neck, as he continues to leave marks.
As Rhys devours me, my hips still moving into his, I open my eyes to meet Cassianâs gaze.
Heâs eyeing me with hunger. His expression says nothing but lust, and he tilts his head to look at me properly.
I keep eye contact with him, as he moves slowly towards me and Rhys. He settles down on the bench beside us, his right coming in touch with both of ours.
With that Rhys withdraws from my neck and turns his head to the side to see Cassian.
âCouldnât wait could you Cass?â Rhys asks him.
âI want my name to roll of her tongue as wellâŚâ he answers keeping his gaze on me.
My arms are still draped around Rhysâs neck, my fingers playing with his hair. Rhys is now rubbing soothing circles on my waist unconsciously.
âThen youâre gonna have to put that mouth to other use Cassianâ I speak up, and both their gazes snap to me.
âYou sure youâd want that princess?â Cassian quirks an eyebrow at me.
I roll my eyes at him, and move his hand to my thigh. Rhys just smiles knowingly.
âWhy donât you get comfy on Rhysâs lap sweetheart?â Cassian asks me as he moves off the bench.
I do as he says, and turn around again, my back facing Rhysâs chest. Cassian moves to the ground in front of me, kneeling in between me and Rhysâs thighs.
I feel two large hands wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. I lean my head back into Rhysâs neck, and he gives my cheek a loving kiss.
Then I feel Cassianâs hands trail up my legs smoothly. My own hands move to Rhysâs on my waist, clasping them on top of his.
The hands on my legs move further up, tracing the inside of my thighs. I inhale a sharp breath.
Then one of Cassianâs hands traces the outline of my underwear, and I whimper.
âShh darlingâŚCassian hasnât even started yetâ Rhys says comfortingly into my ear.
Then Cassian pulls back, tying his hair up in a bun. Cauldron boil me.
My legs instantly spread wider as a response and he grins widely.
âYouâre gonna have to remove this pretty little thingâ Rhys says again, as he moves a hand to my underwear.
I only lift my hips in response and Rhys drags them right off me and onto the floor.
Cassianâs mouth drops open, and he stares.
âCauldron you have a beautiful cunt. And itâs already so drenchedâ he speaks as he moves closer.
His hands land on my thighs, keeping my legs wide apart. And then his tongue latches onto my slick folds.
I throw my head back into a loud moan, as he drags his tongue through them.
âYou taste so goodâŚâ he growls into my wet cunt, and I grab into Rhysâs hands.
Rhys just kisses my neck in response, leaving even more love marks.
Then Cassianâs tongue slides into me, and I moan again.
He swirls it inside my cunt, lapping and sucking kisses onto it. Then his fingers join in, once circling itself around my clit.
âCassianâŚâ I moan into the open, my nails digging into his hair.
His tongue continues to play with my drenched cunt, as his finger circles my clit. I feel heat building up in my core.
My hands tangle themselves into Cassianâs hair as he pushes a finger into me.
That makes me push his head further into me, earning me a feral growl from him.
As I keep pushing his face into my dripping cunt, he lets out several vibrating groans.
I feel myself closing around him. Only a few more moments now.
Rhys notices my squirming and decides to place a hand onto my clothed bra. Running his fingers over my peaked nipples, I let out a moan.
Cassian keeps pushing his face further into me, his finger curling and twisting inside me. The other circling my sensitive bud in a rapid motion.
âI canât hold it-â I whimper, as my thighs start shaking.
âSoak his face darlingâŚâ Rhys motivates me, as Cassian grips harshly onto my thighs.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my skin, surely leaving bruises. But I donât care.
I donât care at all, as I let myself go freely. My whole body twitching with pleasure, and my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
âFuck!â I cry out in pleasure, as I spill onto Cassianâs tongue.
I keep squirting into his mouth, and he takes it all. His fingers pull out of me, drenched in my juices, and he only looks at me with lust, as he sucks his fingers dry. At that he groans.
âLook what a mess youâve made of him y/nâŚCassIanâs drenched in your cumâ Rhys says into my ear, as my cunt is still pulsating.
âI wantâŚAzrielâ I breathe out. Not forgetting the shadowsinger, whoâs been awfully quiet the past minutes.
âYou want him do you?â Rhys questions me and I nod.
Then as in command, the shadowsinger steps down beside Cassian, whoâs still kneeling, and slips off his undershorts.
His swollen, hard cock springs free and I nearly moan at the sight.
I canât tear my eyes away, and instead just get to my feet, pushing Cassian aside.
I get on my knees in front of Azriel, pinning up my hair with a ribbon. He grabs my chin softly, tilting my head upwards to meet his gaze.
âYou look so good on your knees princess. Now be a good girl and suck me offâ he grins darkly, and I palm him in my hand.
He only closes his eyes, as I run my hand back and forth over his long, hard shaft.
His head dips back, as he lets out a deep groan. I hear Cassian shifting behind me to settle himself beside Rhys.
I bring my tongue to the tip, as I lick around it. He groans again.
Then I decide to run my tongue over the underside of his long cock, licking a stripe.
I let my nails drag slightly over him as well, before I finally push him inside my mouth. Heâs so fucking big. Bigger than both Cassian and Rhys, and theyâre massive. Or at least I think they are.
I start to bob my head back and forth, my tongue running over his sensitive skin. His hands move to my hair, and he fists it in his hand.
I grip his muscular thighs, as I push myself further onto him. I take as much of his large cock as I can into my mouth, and using my hand for the rest.
He hits the back of my throat, and I gag. That makes him groan even more.
âFuck y/n, youâre a proâ Cassian says from behind.
âCome on y/n, you can bring him to his endâ Rhys encourages me.
I hollow out my cheeks, as I continue to bob my head back and forth. Azriel helps me by pushing my head forward. I gag over and over again, letting out a few moans myself, as I take him.
He continues to groan, almost like an animal.
I feel his dick twitching inside my mouth and I know heâs close.
âSo close y/nâŚdonât stopâ he motivates me and I donât.
A few tears spill from my eyes, as he finally fills up my mouth.
âY/n!â He comes with my name rolling off his tongue.
He squirts a handful into me, and I swallow every single drop. When I pull away, a few drops of his cum drips down my lips. I use my thumb to wipe it off, as I suck it into my mouth. All while keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
He groans again.
âThe things you do to me y/nâŚâ he says, and I stand up to meet his eyes.
He smiles a loving smile at me, as he gives me a gentle kiss on the lips. Forgetting that I just swallowed his juices.
A moan escapes his mouth, as he tastes himself on my tongue and lips. Then he pulls away, and looks into my eyes.
Cassian and Rhys comes up behind me us, and I feel two pair of hands wrap around me. I now stand in the middle of the three, tall, muscular Illyrians, and I feel tiny.
Rhys moves some hair from my neck, and leans down to whisper in my ear.
âYouâre so beautiful darlingâŚâ
I close my eyes, leaning into his touch.
Cassianâs hand moves to my bra, as he traces a hand over it.
âCassâŚnot againâŚâ I nearly moan.
âRelax princessâŚlet us take care of youâ he answers.
I let the run their hands over me a couple of times, let them feel their way over my body. Let them kiss and nibble on my skin. But then I push them away. They all give me a confused look.
I walk away from them, heading to the door, and opening it. Then I walk out and head for the bathroom.
I hear them following me, but I donât stop. As I enter the bathroom, I strip out of my underwear and walk into the large shower.
I turn on the water, and stand under it, letting it fall onto my body. I soak my hair as well, as I run my hands through it.
When I open my eyes again, I am met with three pairs of eyes. Three pairs of hungry, lustful eyes.
The three bat boys are standing in the bathroom, right in front of me, as their eyes roam over my entire body.
I feel myself heat up again at that. But I ignore it, and go back back to standing under the faucet.
I hear some shuffling and footsteps, before all three of them enter the shower with me.
I open my eyes again to look at them. Theyâre all hovering over me, and I have to look up to meet their eyes. And theyâre all naked. Great.
Just donât look down y/n. Do not look down. But of course I do. My gaze drops to all their lower abdomens, to the three large cocks that hang there. Oh my fucking god.
I stare fit way too long, a breathy moan leaving my mouth at how theyâre already hard.
âEyes up here princessâ Cassian says and my eyes shoot back up.
I swallow deeply, as I find all three of them grinning darkly.
Their own eyes drop to my naked body. Over my chest, stomach, thighs, legs and of course my dripping cunt.
I look at all three of them, deciding which one of them I wanna fuck first. Which cock I wanna feel inside me first.
I head for Rhys as I smash my lips onto his. He immediately wraps his arms around me, and I moan as his hard dick comes in contact with my wet cunt.
I bite down on his lips, my hands moving to either side of me, palming both Azriel and Cassianâs dick in my hands. They both let out groans of surprise.
I continue to make out with Rhys as I play with their cocks.
Rhysâs hands move down to my ass, grabbing a handful, and squeezing tightly. I moan into his mouth.
âI wanna fuck youâŚâ he speaks into my mouth.
âThen fuck meâŚâ I respond the same way.
With that he pulls away, and slams me into the shower wall. He moves one hand to his cock, and pushes slowly inside me. My eyes screw shut at the motion, and I let out a deep moan.
âFuck RhysâŚI donât know I can-â I start but he cuts me off, by moving his hand over my mouth.
âYou can take it darling. I know you canâ he encourages me.
And then he pushes himself the last inches inside of me, and I have to grab onto his shoulders not to cry out of pleasure.
âCauldron boil meâŚâ I moan out as he starts moving inside me.
Azriel and Cassian take a seat on the bench inside the shower, as they only watch.
My eyes move to them, as Rhys continues to thrust inside of me, and they only smirk.
I notice both of their hard, swollen dicks and I ache to touch them. Help them. Satisfy them.
Rhys moves deeper into me, his hands moving to hold my thighs, so he can thrust as deep as possible.
I try to keep my eyes on Azriel and Cassian, but I struggle as Rhys continues to destroy me.
My nails dig into his shoulders, and I feel myself clenching. Iâm close.
âRhysâŚIâm closeâ I breathe out, as he continues to thrust deep inside me.
With that he only pushes harder, his thrusts becoming slower and deeper. That means heâs close too.
âCome on darlingâŚcome for meâ he encourages, and that throws me over the edge.
My walls tighten around his dick, and I spill myself inside him. He follows me right after, as his own juices leak into me.
âFuck y/nâŚyou feel so goodâ he moans as he rises out his orgasm.
As my release ends, I slacken in his arms. Already struggling to stand up from the orgasms Iâve already had.
Rhys notices, and moves his arms to my hips, as he pulls himself out of me. Then he raises his head to meet my eyes. He looks at me worried.
âAre you okay?â
I swallow deeply, and take a deep breath.
âYes, Iâm fineâ I confirm with a slight smile.
He nods and gives me a slight smile back, before stepping away from me.
As he moves away, I suddenly get a glance of Azriel and Cassian again, still sitting on the bench.
My eyes dip down to their lower abdomens. Their cocks are still so hard and swollen, and I just ache to have them inside me too. But Iâm not sure if I can. My legs are already wobbly, and Iâm way too overstimulated.
âIâŚâ I hesitate.
Azriel and Cassianâs gazes both soften at my tone and expression. Then Cassian stands up in front of me, the mother hen that he is.
âPrincess? Are you tired?â He tilts my chin to look up at him.
I glance over at Rhys and Azriel again, and they both just look at me softly.
âI can take moreâŚâ I lie, or half lie. I do want them. I want both Azriel and Cassian before I go to bed. But Iâm just so exhausted. My body feels so weak.
âPrincess.â Cassian repeats, and I turn my gaze to him.
âItâs okay, if youâre tired, we can go to sleepâ he comforts me.
âI do want youâŚI justâ I donât wanna miss this opportunity.
âItâs okay angel. We donât wanna exhaust you. We can take it some other timeâ Azriel speaks up as well.
âBut we had a momentâŚâ I slightly argue.
âMore moments will come. Believe me when I say that you will have the opportunity for this againâ Cassian tells me with a slight grin.
I canât help but smile at his playfulness.
âAlright then, but youâre still staying with me through the night. I will not let you leaveâ I demand them.
âAs you commandâ Cassian salutes mockingly, and I canât help but giggle.
ââââââ
Weâve rinsed off all our sweat and scents, and Iâm currently sitting at the edge of the bed, Azriel braiding my hair.
Cassian and Rhys are sitting pressed up against the headboard, ready for cuddle and sleep.
The need and lust isnât as strong anymore, but my body is still very exhausted and tired.
âAnd done.â Azriel says, as he ties up my braid.
âThank youâŚâ I turn around.
He smiles, cups my cheeks, and gives me a loving kiss on the forehead. Then he pulls back, and sits next to the other two Illyrians.
Theyâre all dressed in pajama pants and cotton t-shirts. Iâm wearing a cotton night gown, my hair now freshly braided.
I look down, fiddling with the hem of my gown, as I canât look at them. I still feel bad for not letting Cassian and Azriel fuck me too. I said I wanted them, and then I just left them hanging. Guilt creeps up my throat.
âDarling, youâre still not feeling bad right?â Rhys asks, but I donât meet his eyes.
âNo I just-â I cut myself off.
Then I lift my head to look at all of them.
âIâm sorry for blowing you offâŚâ I look at both Cassian and Azriel.
âPrincess, how many times do we have to tell you? Itâs alright. We donât care. All we want is for you to feel comfortable and safeâ Cassian reassures me.
âBut I-â
âNo. You donât get to apologize angel. You did nothing wrongâ Azriel hushes me.
I sigh deeply and decide to slowly crawl over to them instead. I move in between Cassian and Rhys, as I tug the covers over my body.
Then I lay my head on Cassianâs shoulder, and I grab his much larger hand, fiddling with it.
I can feel all their gazes on me.
So I look up at Cassian through my eyelashes, and ask innocently.
âWhat?â
Cassian reaches out a hand to move a loose strand behind my ear, then he cups my cheek.
He leans down and pecks my lips softly. Then he mutters into my mouth.
âBeautifulâ
I feel heat creeping up my cheeks. I donât deserve them.
He pulls away from my mouth, but I canât tear my eyes away from him. My lips are still parted where his were a few moments ago.
Then I decide to do something very bold. I grab his face in my hands, and smash my lips onto his.
He immediately falls a little back by the sudden action, but naturally his hands move to my waist. I move on top of him, my legs straddling his thighs.
Then I open my mouth to kiss him deeper, my tongue wanting entrance to his.
âY/nâ he pulls away. I quirk an eyebrow at him.
âLetâs go to sleepâ he tells me, his hands staying on my waist.
âBut Iâm giving you what you want?â I look at him confused.
Rhys puts a hand on my thigh. I look to him.
âY/n. You need to stop trying to please everyone. Take time for yourself. Restâ he tells me.
I turn towards Azriel. Heâs looking at me with that same pitying face. I donât want their pity.
âI donât need rest. I need to give you what you want. All of you.â I protest, my hand moving for the hem of Cassianâs trousers.
He stops me, placing his own hands on top of mine.
âY/n. Look at meâ he says, and I lift my gaze slowly.
âLetâs sleep. And then we can do this tomorrowâ
I sigh. I suppose theyâre right. I am quite tired. And I do need sleep.
âOn one conditionâ I argue.
âAnd what is that?â Azriel asks.
âTheseâ I hint for their shirts.
âNeed to goâ
They all smile at me, before moving to take them off. The shirts land on the floor, and I canât help but drool a little over their muscular forms.
âCan we go to sleep now?â Rhys asks me, and I nod.
I move off Cassian, and back between him and Rhys, lying down on the pillow. They all lie down as well, the duvets pulling over us.
I turn my body towards Cassian, and he turns towards me. My leg moves over his, and my arm drapes over his bare chest. The other arm I move over his waist slightly. I snuggle into his neck, inhaling his scent.
He wraps a strong arm around me, pulling me closer, as he kisses the top of my head lovingly.
I feel Rhys shift behind me, as his front suddenly presses into my back. He also moves a hand over my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck.
I canât see Azriel, but I know heâs lying behind Cassian. Mostly because his hand interlaces with mine on Cassianâs waist, as I snuggle closer.
I close my eyes, letting myself rest, as I finally feel comfortable. I feel safe. I feel loved.
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