#yo are there any sexy guys in the killing game (JOKE)

[yuki-maeda-unofficial]

hey so recently ive been kidnapped and put in a death game and im kinda freaked out. any tips?

… You’ve been what…

[sundaysundaes]

Jealousy

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff, Drama | NC-17 | College AU Summary: It comes as a nice surprise when you saw your ex-boyfriend at your workplace and you thought everything was going to be fine. You both have moved on, right? Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Lee Donghyuck, thinks otherwise.

Warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral sex, slight choking, slight dirty talk, this is just pure filth you guys I’m so sorry I had too much feels

It’s the continuation of Before Our Story Began but can still be read separately if you want.

It has been months since you first dated Lee Donghyuck, also popularly known as Lee Haechan, and things were great—more than great, even, but all good things have come to an end at one point. Your relationship with Haechan is still going pretty strong, but now that you have passed the Honeymoon Phase—where it’s all just sex and raw passion—things can sometimes get a little tense.

While he’s been certainly fun and charming for the most times you’ve been together, not to mention adventurous when it comes to sex, Haechan can be really stubborn and selfish that you often start to bicker with him over the simplest of things.

Like yesterday, for example.

“Look, I said I’m sorry!” He whined and you held yourself back from rolling your eyes because that was so him and it wasn’t really cute anymore. Especially after he arrived an hour late at the cafe that he’d asked you to meet a day before.

“I’m not angry,” you stated, emptying the rest of your coffee. On the other side, Haechan’s ice americano was still pretty much full considering he just got there and you had ordered the drink for him an hour before, thinking that he was going to be on time for your date. But no, he was so into the new online game Jaemin had told him about a week ago that he began to lose track of time. It seemed to you that was all he’d been doing for the last few days, and you were fine with giving him some personal space but clearly not if he was wasting your precious time instead. Not everybody is as smart as him when it comes to keeping good grades. Maybe he doesn’t have to study much, but you do.

“You are! You’re totally angry!” He pointed out and you sighed because of course, I’m angry, you idiot, I had to spend an hour by myself doing literally nothing because you asked me to go out when I’m supposed to be working on my papers that’s due tomorrow but you kept yourself in silence. You had to be the adult in the relationship, especially when you’re dating a goddamn brat.

“Whatever.” You placed back your phone—which had been your only companion—into your purse and wore back your coat. “I have to go.”

His eyebrows—his thick, beautiful eyebrows that you love so much (though not that day) were knitted in both desperation and annoyance from how you acted. “Noona!” He wailed, grabbing your hand when you stood up from your seat. “What do you want me to do? If I could go back to the past, I would, but I can’t and you being unreasonably angry like this isn’t—”

“Unreasonably?”

Haechan’s jaw hung slackly on his face when he noticed the anger radiating off your body. You were angry before but not this angry. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong.”

You clicked your tongue in irritation, pulling your hand out of his grip. “I’ll see you later, Donghyuck.” It was cold, the way you said it, and Haechan sensed that. But being the whiny brat that he was, he just kept on shouting back, gathering people’s attention.

“Can’t we be adults and talk about this—Yah!” When you didn’t answer—or even glanced back at him—he threw his hands in the air, yelling, “You know what? Fine! I don’t really want to hang out with you anyway! In fact, it’s actually better for me if we don’t hang, ever!”

But you already had your feet out of the door.

On the next day, he came by to your dorm at four in the morning, making your roommate groan with a hellish fire burning in her eyes. “If that’s your boyfriend, I am going to kill him.”

“Don’t bother, I will,” you muttered in response before you stepped down from your bed, turned on the lighting (which earned another loud groan from your friend), and reached for the door. Haechan stood there with his hair looking like a bird’s nest, his cheeks reddening from the morning cold, and his eyes bleary from lacking sleep.

“I’m sorry,” he softly said in all of the sincerity he could emit. “I’ve been an asshole.”

“It’s four in the morning, Haechan-ah.”

“I know, but I can’t sleep thinking about what happened before and I don’t think I can before you forgive me.” He did his best pout. It was cute, but not cute enough to wash your vexation away. “Also, it’s raining heavily outside, if you haven’t noticed, so I thought it would add some dramatic effects to my apology.”

“You’re not wet though.”

“Neither were you before you met me,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows but when he noticed you glaring at him in reticence—oh if looks could kill—he flinched and hastily added, “Sorry, bad timing. I don’t know why I said that. Well, umm, it was kinda cold when I stepped under the rain so I decided to just bring an umbrella with me.” He suddenly seemed like he remembered something. “Oh yeah, can I leave it here? I’ve got an early class today and I don’t really want to carry it with me everywhere.”

That earned another flat stare from you. “You’re not taking any of this seriously, are you?”

“I am! I swear!” He squeaked, shuffling inside his bag before he took out a white box with a red bow wrapped around it. “Look, I brought you some chocolates.”

“I’m on a diet.”

“Well, now, how am I supposed to know?”

“I literally told you that yesterday.” To say he was testing your patience would be an understatement at that point. “Remember? When you arrived late on our date and you asked why aren’t you ordering anything and I said I’m on a fucking diet!”

“Yo, chill, I was just trying to be nice.” Haechan grabbed you by the shoulders, massaging the sore spots and it would probably feel good if you weren’t so pissed-off over his antics. “Also, Noona, don’t you know? Men have a harder time remembering things than women do. And that’s just scientifically speaking, not me.”

You exhaled so loudly into the air, slapping his hands away. “Look, it’s literally four in the morning. Can we talk again when the sun is up? Like normal people?”

“Noona, pleaseeeeee.” He threw his head back in exasperation. “I said I’m sorry! What else do you wa—”

“JUST FORGIVE HIM FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU GUYS ARE TAKING FOREVER AND YOU’RE GIVING ME HEADACHES!” Maybe you and Haechan were getting a bit loud, but your roommate was just shouting like she was about to march on a war so you didn’t really have the choice. It was either take your boyfriend’s apology or have your roommate kill both you and your boyfriend at the same time.

Haechan sheepishly and annoyingly smiled at you. “She’s got a point, you know.”

But, of course, he does learn his lesson from time-to-time so things don’t always end up in fights. And Haechan can be considerate, if he wants, noticing the little things that you do. Like when you’re wearing a new skirt (or new underwear, for that matter), giving you his jacket when you sniffle from the cold (as cheesy as that sounds, it does make your heart flutter a bit), or intertwining your fingers together when you’re nervous before your presentation.

Hopefully today this considerate version of his comes out to play again because there’s something you want to talk about with him.

“I think I need to start looking for a part-time job,” you say, sighing contently as he has his lips on your neck, suckling on the soft skin. Your fingers are playing with the soft strands of his hair, unconsciously tugging at them when he brings his tongue into the game. You know it’s not really the best time to have this conversation—especially not when he has his hand under your shirt as you sit on his lap at the back of his car—but with Haechan, it’s almost always like this whenever you’re alone with him so you don’t really have that many options. “I’m running out of money.”

“From dumping too many dead bodies in the swamp?” He chuckles next to your ear, unbuttoning more of your shirt and pushing the fabric off your shoulder. “Babe, I’ve told you,” he mouths against your skin. “You gotta search for a new swamp that’s free of charge—”

“Shut up.” But you’re laughing anyway. This inside joke you two have has become somewhat of a routine—a topic that pops out anytime in any conversation.

You can feel his grin pressing against the sensitive skin below your ear. “Told ya this swamp thing could be our thing.”

“No, I’m serious.” But despite that, you have to hold back a moan when you feel his hand roaming around your chest, his fingers slipping underneath your bra. You can’t tell him exactly why you need this job because you don’t want him to feel sorry for you. But the truth is, your parents back home have been having financial problems and you know how costly your college tuition can get. You just want to help out, even if it’s not much, and try to survive on your own without using your parents’ money. “I need some pocket money.”

Haechan has your earlobe between his teeth, his breathing feels warm and extremely sexy in your ears. “Mmm, for what?”

“To buy personal things.”

“What personal things?”

“Like…” You bite your lower lip, having the hardest time concentrating when he starts to play with your nipple, his thumb brushing against the sensitive bud. “I don’t know, like girl things.”

Haechan suddenly pulls away, looking you straight in the eyes with his own gleaming in excitement. “You mean like a customized dildo?”

“Make-up, Donghyuck.” You flatly stare back. All your sexual excitement from before? Gone. “I mean, make-up.”

“Sure, that too. But,” he insists and you roll your eyes, knowing where this is going. “Have you ever considered playing with a dildo in your spare time? Because I have. I mean, picturing you using it. Not me using it in my ass, oh God, no.”

“Are you done?”

“No, seriously.” It turns out, he’s not finished. And he still has a long way to go, judging by the enthusiastic look in his eyes. “Because I would totally buy it for you if it’s a dildo you need. Or any sex toys, for that matter. No matter how expensive it is, I’ll pay! I’ll save up some money and buy some so we can use them together in the future!”

He’s making it look like he’s talking about buying a house for your future marriage and it’s cute and disgusting at the same time so you stop him by pinching the bridge of his nose. It’s pathetic, the way he whines, but as long as it can stop him from sputtering nonsense, you’ll do it again.

“Why do you need make-up anyway?” He eventually gives up, rubbing his red nose, still wincing from the pain. “You’re already pretty without it.” And it really does sound sincere, the way he says it. Haechan flirts a lot, even when you’ve been together for months, he still does it pretty often. But he does have his sincerity from time to time, just like now, and you can’t help but blush a little because of it.

“Well, I’m more confident with it.”

“Well, of course, you do look smoking hot with your make-up on, don’t get me wrong,” he adds, lazily circling his arms around your waist as he leans his back to the car’s seat. “But you’re beautiful the way you are too. Like, you literally can wear that I woke up like this shirt every morning and you won’t find me complaining.”

“You complained about my morning breath this morning.”

“That you should work on.”

“Asshole.” You push a palm against his face, which he licks playfully like a dog. This is your favorite Haechan, if you have to be honest, with his lips pulled back showcasing a boyish grin, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at you, and his voice sounding light and airy with a hint of teasing in his words. And of course, also with the way he has his hair slightly pushed back, his forehead shown and his eyebrows raised whenever he throws flirty lines at you.

You really should consider yourself lucky to be able to call someone like him, who has the perfect balance of cute and sexy, as your boyfriend.

“I really like you,” you say, abruptly out of nowhere that it surprises you too. Haechan’s laughter stops almost immediately, his eyes searching yours. There’s silence hanging in the air, slowly suffocating you, and you’re about to beg him to say something when he smiles, so gentle and soft, with his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, rubbing comforting circles with his thumb.

“I really like you too,” he says, almost like he’s sighing. His eyes go up-and-down your face, switching from your eyes and your lips. “I like you so much that it drives me crazy sometimes.”

It’s insane how fast he can turn your steady heart rate into something that beats too loudly for your ears. “Okay, stop right there. I can’t with all this cheesiness you’re throwing at me. Let’s just make-out.”

And that sexy smirk of his grows back almost immediately. “I won’t argue with that.”

***

It’s not easy getting a job these days, especially when you don’t really have a set of skills you can be proud of but luckily enough, you’ve found a part-time job as a waiter at a family restaurant nearby. The salary is slightly below your expectation so maybe you have to recalculate your budgeting again but beggars can’t be choosers. You thought it should be enough for now. And the most important thing is, you only have to work three days a week so you can fit in well with your campus’ schedule.

The only remaining problem is your boyfriend because, believe it or not, he demands more time than all of your classes and assignments combined.

“I can’t believe we have our Netflix account renewed like two months ago and yet we haven’t watched anything on it,” Haechan complains, a bag of popcorn on his lap. He’s in his black sweat pants, hair all tousled from lying around on the bed all day. He’s already munching more than he should, even way before you can log in to your Netflix account. “At this point, we’re just throwing our money away.”

“Don’t blame me,” you retort, taking the bowl into your arms so you can climb into his lap, snuggling close to his chest. “I’m not the one who got my dick hard during the first half of literally every movie we decided to watch together.”

“You literally rubbed your ass against my crotch every single time. What a man gotta do in that situation?”

A smile creeps up your face. That you certainly did. It’s just so funny to have him flinch every now and then whenever you move slightly in his arms so you often just exaggerate your movements a bit, sometimes leaning forward in a suggestive way whenever you tried to change the brightness of your MacBook screen—so Haechan could take a good look of your ass—before settling back between his legs, making sure to give him enough friction as you slid down. Or sometimes you just laid your head on his shoulder, pressing a random kiss to his neck, and just went back to watching the screen as if you didn’t do anything. It really didn’t take long before Haechan groaned in exasperation, threw the bowl away, tackled you down to the bed, and pulled your shorts down your legs.

“Should I move away then?” You offer. “We can stay, like, five feet apart from each other as we watch this.”

“Nah.” He shakes his head, pulling you closer again to his chest. “I like to snuggle. You’re warm and you smell really good, it comforts me. Besides, having sex with you is so much better than watching every movie out there.”

“Even better than watching The Kissing Booth?”

“Yah!” The way his cheeks turn scarlet almost immediately is too cute for you to handle. “You promised you wouldn’t make fun of me! See, this is why I—”

You cut him off with a chaste kiss, letting your lips linger on his the way he likes it before you pull away and pat him on the cheek. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Forgive me?”

Haechan unconsciously juts his lower lip out, just a little. “Fine,” he mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist before he skims his nose along the nape of your neck. “Only because you’re cute,” he whispers.

“Oh right, that reminds me,” you say, closing your eyes as you listen to his breathing. It’s somewhat calming your nerves, after a long day of doing… well, nothing, actually. “I’ll be busy every Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday from now on so we won’t be able to hang out during those days.”

“What?!” He shrieks, almost turning you deaf. “Why?!”

“Because I have my part-time job, didn’t I tell you that before?” You can honestly hear your ears ringing from the loudness of his voice. “Or did you not listen to me again?”

“I can handle it if you work during the weekdays, but on the weekends too?” He’s actually looking pretty upset, though not that you haven’t expected him to be. “That’s our time! How can you do that to me? To us?! This is so not fair!”

You roll your eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. You literally spent the last weekend playing Overwatch at Jaemin’s place.”

“Whoa, hey,” he crows, pulling away from you with both hands raised in the air and forcing you to turn and look at him in the eyes. You do it as you nonchalantly munch on your popcorn, enjoying how dramatic your boyfriend can be at times like this. “Once again, lady,” he stresses on the word, narrowing his eyes at you. “They were holding a very, very important Anniversary Event and that does not happen every day. It’s not like I have any other choice! They were giving out new skins and other rewards!”

“Your choice was to spend your Saturday night with your fingers on your keyboard or in me. That was your choice.”

Haechan opens his mouth to say something, already holding out one finger in the air as if he’s about to make a good excuse but he fails almost immediately when your point begins to sink in his head. “You’re right,” he admits, “I’m sorry. What was I thinking? I should’ve been wiser.”

You pat his hair as you would do to a child. “Look, we can still hang out. I only work during the day, you know. You can always pick me up after work and we can get dinner together or something.”

He pouts, lowering his head as he murmurs, “It’s still not the same, though. I like spending time with you.”

You can feel your heart flutter from the way he says his line so genuinely. “Me too, Haechannie. Let’s just promise to always meet up on the weekends after I’m done with my work.”

The pout still does not falter away but it’s nothing a kiss can’t fix.

***

“Haechannie, I really need to go.” You struggle to slip yourself away from his long arms, holding back a laugh as you do it, and you almost reach the end of his bed but your boyfriend easily hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest.

After not seeing each other for five days, you could finally see your boyfriend with his dazzling bright smile in person when he picked you up after work on a Saturday evening. You didn’t realize how much you’d missed him until he snatched you back into his embrace, intoxicating you with his amazing scent and airy laughter that sounds like music to your ears. It was a good thing being separated for a few days like that because Haechan became much more clingy in the most adorable way, following you around like a lovesick puppy. Even during sex, he was all giggly and soft, gently asking you how you feel, whether he was being too fast, or simply just telling you how beautiful you look even when you were pretty much exhausted from work. It was a nice change.

Both of you are still pretty much naked from the morning shower you just took together—or rather, the morning shower you took when suddenly your boyfriend came barging in, greasily saying, “My, my, there’s a naked lady in my shower. This must be my lucky day,” and ended up moaning against your mouth instead of washing the soap off your body.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, smiling into the kiss just like you do and you let him part your lips with his, slowly slipping his tongue in and tasting the roof of your mouth. “Oh man, I must be a freak for being so turned on from the fact that you’re wearing my shampoo.”

“You’ve always been a freak,” you snicker, pushing his face away with your palm. “Now, get off me. Jaemin can come back any second.”

“Jaemin’s too busy sucking Jeno’s morning wood, I’m sure. He won’t be back anytime soon.”

“Well, my shift is starting in thirty minutes.”

“Which leaves us twenty-nine minutes and fifty seconds to get each other off and ten seconds for you to get ready.” He lowly chuckles, his voice still sounding quite deep from sleep as he nips against the column of your neck.

“I’m serious…” You can tell that your voice becomes way less convincing. It’s just Haechan feels so warm and he smells so good, you have to literally offer your best effort to deny him and his touches. You’re still in the middle of putting in that so-called effort when you notice he’s sucking on the supple skin, to the point it begins to hurt a little bit. “Don’t suck too hard! You’ll leave bruises and I am not gonna wear a scarf again.”

“Good,” he murmurs against your skin. “So everyone will know you’re mine.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You sigh, tangling your fingers around his hair, arching your back to press your body closer to him. “You can be too possessive sometimes, do you know that?”

“Any man would if their girlfriend is as pretty as you,” he replies, pulling away from you a little so he can bore his eyes into yours. “Stay with me today.”

As much as you want to, especially with that hooded eyes looking at you with so much passion and desire, you have to be the responsible adult for today. “I can’t, Haechannie.”

“Noona~” His serious demeanor falters, and the whiny brat that he is comes back to the surface again. “Pleaseeee~ I’m lonely and I’m hard, can’t you just be kind to me for just one day?”

“Are you using your aegyo on me to get a quickie? Seriously?”

“What, it’s not working?” He tilts his head to the side, looking at you with that sexy smirk and his eyebrow raised seductively. “I thought aegyo was your thing.”

No, but your goddamn smirk and eyebrow raise surely are. “Fuck, okay, ten minutes. Can we finish in ten minutes?”

“I can guarantee that you will.” His smirk grows wider, licking his lower lip. “But I’m not sure if you can make me.”

“Is that a challenge?” You push him with both hands until he falls back to the bed, with you straddling his lap. “I’m going to make you take your words back, Lee Donghyuck, you better be prepared.”

***

You’ve broken two plates so far, and you’re sure you’re about to be fired if you even do a tiny mistake in the next hour but you try to keep yourself calm and composed and promise yourself to do better. It’s not that you’re a lousy waiter—okay, maybe a bit from the lack of experience—but the restaurant you’re working in can be surprisingly packed during lunch hours and it’s really taking all that you have to carry three porcelain plates on a tray as you walk on high heels that are killing you in every step you take. You often complain about the blisters at the back of your heels when you sit next to Haechan in his car, which usually ends up with him massaging your feet, while mumbling, “See, this is why you should’ve agreed with me when I told you about buying dildos. I would work my ass off to pay for that, and you can just lie around in my room all day.”

You’re getting better at your job the more days go by, and you’re much confident now in talking with customers. You’re already standing pretty in your uniform with a menu book in your arms, ready to greet the next customer but when the front door opens, all of your professionalism just goes straight out of the window.

“No way…” Your jaw hangs loosely on your face, eyes blinking twice in surprise. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. There, walking through the entrance door of the restaurant, is your ex-boyfriend from high school, Jeong Jaehyun. Dressed perfectly in a light blue buttoned-up shirt and a pair of black khaki pants, Jaehyun looks much, much better than how you remembered him to be. His dark hair stands in contrast to his pale skin, his veins appearing along his wrists and you have to remind yourself to stop staring and proceed with your work.

You take hesitant steps to meet him, swallowing your nervous breath and hoping that you don’t look as awkward as you think. You almost trip on your own feet when you notice Jaehyun looking back at you, his eyes widening in surprise before his lips turn upward into that gentle smile that reminds you of how he used to be back in high school. Maybe some things never change.

“Hi,” you greet with an awkward smile on your face.

“Hey.” The way his eyes droop slightly when he sees you feels nostalgic, and perhaps he’s much taller now because you have to look up to meet his eyes. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you. It’s been a while.”

“You’re right,” you reply, chuckling a little to mask how tense you really are. “Would you like me to take you to your seat?”

“Oh no, I won’t be long,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I just wanted to talk to the manager for a sec.”

You furrow your eyebrows, trying your best not to get distracted with the way his hair ruffles almost perfectly under his touch. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, just wanted to see the latest financial report.” He smiles, showcasing his teeth. “My grandfather owns this place, and I’m helping him take care of the business while he’s overseas.”

Fuck. “A-ah, is that so?” Meeting him once as a customer is already painfully awkward enough for you to bear, but actually working for him?!

“I won’t bother you, I promise,” Jaehyun immediately adds, “I wasn’t aware that you work here, actually. Has it been long since you started?”

“About two weeks.” You fidget on your feet, having the hardest time making eye contact with him. “And I’m not very good at this.”

“Wait, are you the one who keeps breaking plates?”

You wince. “Yes. Can you please not fire me? I’ll pay for them, I promise.”

And Jaehyun laughs, his deep voice booming into the air. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay for them myself if that’s what it takes to keep you around.” He says his lines so naturally that it surprises you both when the words finally sink in. “I—I mean,” he clears his throat, “It’s just really been a while since I last saw you so I thought we should really catch up on things. How are you?”

“I’m—”

“Boss,” your manager suddenly comes to interrupt, carrying some paper sheets in her arms. “These are the reports you wanted. I can e-mail you the rest if you need more details.” And when she sees you standing next to Jaehyun with the worst looking smile you’ve ever had on your face, she squints her eyes menacingly at you, “What did you do this time?”

“She didn’t do anything,” Jaehyun hastily answers before you can even form a word of protest. “She’s a dear friend of mine. It’s been a while since we talked, so do you mind if I borrow her for a while?”

Your manager seems utterly shocked and you kind of dance happily in your mind because she’s been kind of mean to you—though you were the one who gave her the reasons to be—and seeing her speechless, only able to mumble out a small, “S-sure,” before she trails away back to her office like this becomes the highlight of your day.

“Thank you,” you say to him, not sure why but it feels right.

“Let me know if she bullies you again,” he says, gently patting you on the head and you can feel his fingers slowly brush your bangs off your temple. It seems like he’s unaware of what he’s doing and you can understand why because that’s just his habit, even from the time when you hadn’t started dating yet. You remember the time when he said he liked your eyes—he thought they were beautiful, and hiding them under your bangs like that was a shame.

You take a step back, looking anywhere but his eyes. “Umm…”

“Right, sorry,” he fumbles with his hands, the tip of his ears growing red. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Can we just sit and talk?”

You smile, genuinely this time. He really hasn’t changed despite his appearance. “Sure.”

***

Jaehyun doesn’t visit the restaurant every day and you don’t really expect him to, but when he does, he always spares some time to talk to you privately—usually during your break time so your manager can stop throwing ice daggers from her eyes at you.

“I’ve tried to call you after graduation,” he confesses as he takes you out for some coffee at the nearest cafe. Your shift is over and you’re waiting for Haechan to pick you up but he’s running late because he has to take a quiz that he missed from skipping the class the previous week—you guess it had something to do with him pulling an all-nighter playing Overwatch again—and you told him to take his time.

“You did?”

“Yeah. Several times, actually, but I couldn’t get connected.”

“Maybe you called after I lost my phone,” you reply, taking a sip of your hot latte and wincing when it nearly scalds your tongue. “I had to change my number. I lost my contacts and everything.”

“That makes sense. Would it be okay if I ask for your numbers now?”

“Only for business purposes,” you tease, and he grins back, almost boyishly.

“Only for business purposes,” he confirms, “Just so I can give you a heads-up when I’m about to fire you.”

You gasp, half-amused, half-terrified. “Please tell me you’re joking.” And he only responds with another laugh. Talking with Jaehyun is easy and comforting, and he really listens to what you’re saying like a loving older brother taking care of his sister. It’s a nice change considering it’s always you who have to act like the mature one when having a conversation with Haechan—not that it isn’t good. It just can get quite tiring after some time.

Jaehyun is in the middle of walking you back to your workplace when he tells you stories about the things he did after graduation, and how he’s planning to continue with his study overseas to get a master’s degree in business management as soon as he’s done with his work here. You’re so entranced with his story that you barely notice your boyfriend waiting with his back pressed against the side of his car, eyes busy staring at his phone screen.

“Haechannie, you’re here!” You run to his spot, a grin spreading wide on your face before you lean up and kiss his cheek.“When did you get here?”

“Noonaaaaa,” he pouts, voice becoming whiny as usual. Compared to how he acts, he’s dressed maturely in a white shirt and a black leather jacket, his silver necklace hanging low on his neck. It takes you a good five seconds to ogle at his amazing looks while telling your heart not to get too excited. At least not until you get back at the dorm so you can rip that shirt off him with your own hands. “I’ve been calling you three times already. Where have you been?”

“You have?” You immediately check on your phone, noticing that yes, in fact, he did call you three times. You didn’t notice before because your phone was on silent. “I’m sorry, I forgot to switch it back after work. Did you wait long?”

“A bit,” he pushes his bottom lip out but it soon turns into a cheeky grin. “But nothing a kiss can’t fix.”

“Haechannie.” You pat him softly on his cheek. “We’ve got company.” And at that, he begins to widen his line of sight—because he usually just focuses on you and forgets his surroundings—and spots Jaehyun standing a few meters behind you with his hands buried deep within the pockets of his pants.

“Oh,” he comments, acting nonchalant though you notice by the slight raise of his eyebrow that he’s already annoyed by his presence. “Who are you?”

It’s kind of rude to suddenly ask for his name, especially in the cold tone Haechan is using and Jaehyun’s lips twitch at his words. “Jeong Jaehyun.”

“Well, Jeong Jaehyun,” Haechan says with mockery on his tone, straightening his posture and you wonder whether it’s because he feels slightly inferior to Jaehyun’s height. “My girlfriend and I would like some privacy from now on, so if you can just run along now, that’d be great.”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder, gasping in disbelief before you turn around to face the other man. “I’m sorry, he can be quite rude sometimes but I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

“Meant it with all my heart.”

“Be quiet.” And even Haechan can tell for his own good that he shouldn’t push your buttons further than that.

“It’s okay, I have to go anyway,” Jaehyun casually says, smiling angelically like how he always does though his eyes don’t really play along. “Your boyfriend is cute. How old are you? Does your mom know you’re still playing outside at this hour?”

Oh my God, not you too. You immediately grab Haechan’s hand to stop him before he flings himself forward and throws an arm toward the other man. You can see him clenching his jaw, almost baring his teeth when Jaehyun laughs quietly to himself, saying, “I’m just kidding. Have a good night, you two,” before he walks back to the restaurant, most likely to have another business talk with the manager.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” Haechan blurts out, his eyebrows knitted together in annoyance. You stroke his arm, trying to soothe him down but what he does is relocating his glare on you instead, almost yelling, “Why were you with him?  How many times have you guys seen each other? And why on earth did you take his side?!”

You’re too tired to care, to be honest, let alone answering him. You’re also suffering from the cold of the night, wanting desperately to climb into Haechan’s car and put on the heater to warm yourself up. “I’ll explain on our way back,” you sniffle, squeezing his hand. “Can we get inside the car? Please? I’m freezing.”

You can tell he’s still very much upset but his gaze softens when he sees puffs of air flowing from your chapped lips and your nose turning red. He sighs into the air but opens the door for you. He doesn’t really talk until he has his engine started, and you can practically see steam coming out from his ears as he drives into the night.

“Have you had dinner yet?” You ask, trying to keep as casual as you can.

“No.”

“Should we order something—”

“I’m not hungry.”

“O… kay…” You hold yourself back from sighing too loud. He’s testing your patience again, but it’s fine, you’re the mature one. You can handle this. “We’ll just go straight back to my place then. I’m sure I can make you something. I think I still have some pasta with—”

“I think I’m just gonna go back to my room right after I drop you off.” His words don’t hurt as much as the tone he’s using. You’re trying to patch things up even though you’re sure you haven’t done anything wrong but he’s not even trying to apologize about how rude he acted earlier. You can’t help but snap, probably because your fatigue is taking its toll. You figure you can act mature any other time, but not today.

“Okay, what is wrong with you?” You can feel your voice rising and it forces him to sneaks a glance at you but only for a split second before he brings back his eyes on the road again. “I’ve been trying to be nice to you but you keep on acting like a brat—”

“Oh, of course, now you have a problem with me being a brat.” He grits his teeth, sinking his nails into the steering wheel. “I think we both know that’s pretty much how I act around you—around anyone, really—and if I remember it clearly, you said being a brat was part of my charm. That was, of course, before you met this oh-so-mature Jung fucking Jaehyun and suddenly, now, I’m fucking annoying.”

“I didn’t just meet him, Hyuck.” You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been friends with him since high school.”

He clicks his tongue in aggravation, quietly adding, “Friends that fucked each other whenever your parents weren’t around, I’m sure.” And he probably didn’t mean his words to be heard because he just said them out of spite, but you did hear him and it makes your blood sparks in fury.

“Actually, yes,” you jeer back, “We did. He was the one who took my virginity away, just so you know and—WHOA!”

The sudden turn of the wheels makes you yelp and scramble to wrap your fingers tightly around your seatbelt as if you were hanging for dear life, and Haechan suddenly stomps his feet on the brakes, messily parking his car on the side of the street and earning a lot of angry car honks from the drivers behind him in return.

“What?!” He shouts, eyes wide, completely ignoring the passerby or the fact that you’re still trying to catch your breath. “You had sex with him?!”

“Once, Donghyuck, Jesus Christ!” You almost yank every strand of your hair out of your head. “Just once! And I never did that with anyone else until I met you!”

“I can’t believe you never told me this! And now you just hang around with him behind my back?!”

“What’s there to tell?! It’s in the past, way back when I didn’t even know your name. It’s not like you tell me things like this too. I don’t have problems with you sleeping with hundreds of girls before you met me.”

The sudden silence that surrounds you snap you back to reality and you regret everything you just said because you know you didn’t mean it. Well, it certainly has been bugging you for quite some time whenever you think about how easy and casual he’s always been when it comes to sex—not to mention how experienced he is—so you can’t help but wonder. You do understand that it’s not fair blurting about it to him like this, though. Especially not in this situation.

And the way he just suddenly becomes mute almost makes you shudder.

“Hyuck, I didn’t mean—”

“So that’s how you think of me?” He asks, voice low and deep. “Is that the reason why you’re seeing him? Because you don’t trust me?”

“Oh my God, Donghyuck,” you almost scream from all this frustration you’re venting out. “This is getting out of hand. Okay, first, that was wrong of me to say that and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. And second, stop being so jealous—I was only out with him to get some coffee. We no longer have feelings for each other, I can assure you that.”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “Sure. Whatever.”

“Hyuck, he’s my boss! I was just being polite—”

“Well, that’s just fucking great, isn’t it? No wonder you keep insisting on taking this job. It’s not even about the money now, is it?” He slams his hand against the steering wheel, groaning out, “I’m so fucking stupid,” before he throws his head to the side, glaring at the scenery outside his window instead of you.

There’s silence hanging in the air again and you take a deep breath to calm yourself as much as you can because you know where this is going. You just hope you’re wrong. “Why does it sound like you’re accusing me of cheating on you?”

“Because maybe deep down, that’s what you’re doing?” He’s not even looking at you when he says it, but the bitterness in his voice is clear and it’s loud enough to finally tweak the final string of patience you have left in you.

So you grab your purse, carry your jacket in one arm and step down from the car. “I’m taking a cab,” you say and when he still doesn’t look at you, you add, “Come talk to me when you’re mature enough to have this conversation.”

And not knowing your own strength, you slam the door until his ears begin to ring.

***

It’s the worst fight you’ve ever had, not just with him but with anyone else too. You’re more the type that avoids situations like this—one that says sorry even when you know you’re not doing anything wrong just to reduce the tension, so this fight you’re having with Haechan has been ruining your mood for a whole damn week since day one. And the fact that he doesn’t come to apologize or even send a text or two is driving you insane.

You can’t help but to dwell in his way of thinking, trying to see whether it’s really your fault that this is happening. Yes, maybe you should’ve explained better, but he wasn’t really giving you the chance to do it, was he? And yes, maybe you should’ve told him about you hanging out with Jaehyun every now and then or the fact that he’s your boss but you just couldn’t find the right timing before. Well, it’s certainly too late to start now.

Should I call him…?

Because you miss him. You miss Haechan so badly. You miss his bratty smile, you miss his annoying whine, you miss his stupid dazzling smile, you miss his scent, his kiss, his embrace—everything about him. You didn’t realize how close he was to you—already becoming a big part of your life—and you just really notice it now when he’s completely out of your sight.

“Fuck this.” You’re in the middle of searching his name in your contacts and about to press dial when suddenly you get his message.

Can we meet tomorrow?

It’s really weird that a simple text can make your heart race and almost send you jumping in delight. Trying to keep your heart rate back to normal, you type back.

Of course. What time? Where?

You wait for his reply and it seems like the time suddenly slows down where seconds feel like hours. You nibble at your bottom lip, hesitating at first but sending it anyway.

I miss you, Haechannie.

Your heart starts hammering against your ribcage again. A lot of thoughts begin entering your mind at the same time, making you worry about what if he wants to meet me because he wants to break up with me? What if he doesn’t miss me and he’s grossed out with my text? What if—

His reply arrives with a slight ding coming from your phone, and with shaky hands, you open his text.

I’ll text you the time and place tomorrow morning.

There’s a disappointment that bubbles up inside your chest but the next text from him erases all of that almost instantly.

I miss you too, Noona. Good night.

And you think that maybe tonight, you can finally have a good sleep.

***

“Can you fill in for tonight?”

It’s the first thing your manager said to you the second you stepped inside the restaurant. You haven’t even taken your jacket yet, and it’s really rare to see your manager walking around the place on a Sunday morning but here she is, and she’s already ordering things around.

Your mouth suddenly feels dry. “Pardon?”

“There will be a banquet tonight for the Jeong family and we need every waiter we can get. I know you’re lousy at your job but Jaehyun-Sajangnim seems to like you so I hope you can stick longer for a few hours.”

“I…” You wet your lower lip anxiously. “I can’t. I already promised someone—”

“Look, this is not a request. It’s an order.” She seems like she’s running out of patience. “But I’ll pay handsomely for your time. I think you need the money to pay for those two plates you broke anyway. You know how expensive they are.”

You wince. “Yes, Ma’am.” It’s not like she’s leaving you with any other option. You figure you can call Haechan later during your break time. It’s still not confirmed anyway, your date with him. You’ll think of a way to make it up to him.

It’s only for a few hours anyway, right?

I’ll just text him now. You dip your hand into your purse, trying to find your iPhone as fast as you can. You run your fingers along the screen, typing letters with your thumbs.

Haechannie, something came up and I have to stay longer at work. I’ll see you later tonight at your place and we can talk then.

“What are you doing standing around like that?” Your manager suddenly shouts and you almost drop your phone in surprise. “Go and change your uniform now, we’re opening the place in ten minutes!”

“Y-yes, Ma’am!” You fumble with your steps, throwing your phone back into your purse in a hurry. You inwardly sigh. Today is going to be a long day.

I’m sorry, Haechannie.

***

“Great work today,” Jaehyun says when most of his family members have left the restaurant. You didn’t realize how big and wealthy his family was so it amazed you that one family could occupy the whole seatings they have in this place. There were more than thirty people in the room before and you had to change your high heels into a pair of flat shoes so you can run from one table to another while carrying several plates at once.

“Not really, I almost broke another plate today,” you respond with a sigh, which earns a low chuckle in return. Jaehyun has his back leaning against the wall just an arms reach away from the front door, waiting for you to finish shoving all your belongings into your bag before he curls his fingers around the doorknob and twists it open.

“Thanks,” you say, almost sheepishly because it looks weird, no matter how you see it—your boss is opening the door for you. “Stop being so nice, Jae, you’re making other staff jealous.”

“But I do this to all my staff,” Jaehyun snickers, following after your trail.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Hey,” he calls, placing his hand on your shoulder so you’ll stop on your track and turn around to face him. “Thank you.”

You raise your eyebrow questioningly. “For what?”

“For acting like how you normally do around me,” he explains, smiling a little bit bashfully. “For not being so awkward after our break-up.”

“Oh… Well…” You try to focus your gaze somewhere else, suddenly finding the  silver watch you wear around your wrist entertaining. “It’s been years since then, I think we both have moved on by now, right?”

There’s a thick tension growing between the two of you and you almost beg him to say something before it starts to suffocate you.

“Sure,” he says, but the pressure in his tone speaks otherwise. You look up to meet his eyes, expecting him to smile and bring another topic into the conversation, but all he does is just gazing at you with these gentle, almost longing eyes that make your heart stops for a split second.

You know this can’t go any further.

“Well, uhh,” Jaehyun clears his throat, running a hand through his hair, perhaps feeling rather embarrassed himself. “It’s already late. Do you want me to escort you back to your place?”

And you find it hard to form a sentence, still somewhat baffled from the way he’s acting around you, and you’re so unfocused that when another voice enters your hearing, it shocks you down to your spine.

“I’ll be taking her from here,” Haechan says, startling you both and you turn around so fast on your heel to face him that you almost stumble forward. Your boyfriend is standing with one hand carrying a black suit and another one digging inside the pocket of his pants, dressed nicely in a white buttoned up with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He has the top two buttons of his shirt loosened, showing a glimpse of his collar bones and the silver necklace he usually hangs around his neck. His short brown hair is parted to the side, slightly pushed back to showcase his temple. You’ve never seen him dressed so sharp and elegantly before since the first day you met him and you can’t help but feel a little bit starstruck from the way he looks. But you soon realize that there must be a reason why he’s so dressed up and you feel terrible because you don’t know what it is.

What day is it today?

“Haechan—”

The way he grabs your hand shows how agitated he actually is despite the calm facade he places on his face, and it’s glaringly possessive the way he drags you to match his step on the way to his car but you follow him without a word, not even sparing a glance at Jaehyun who’s looking at him as if he just stole something important from him. Haechan opens the door to the passenger seat, and you climb in with your heart thrumming loud against your chest.

Haechan walks to the other side without making eye contact with Jaehyun but even at that point, your ex-boyfriend doesn’t dare to say a word or make a move, probably because he knows he has no right to do so. Haechan does not look angry and neither does he act like it but the quietness that fills the space between you, even when his car engine is blaring noisily outside, speaks louder than everything that he does.

“Umm.” You suddenly feel parched, your throat burning with every word you try to form. “T-thank you for picking me up.” You’re about to flinch from how terrible you just sounded. “I thought you were waiting at the dorm. Didn’t you get my text?”

It takes a few seconds that feel like forever for him to answer. “I don’t know, did you send me one?” He simply asks, voice flat and nonchalant, as he switches the gears of his car.

Did I not? You gulp in horror and begin to frantically search for your phone in your purse. Your heart almost leaps out from your chest when you see your phone is dead, probably ran out of battery sometimes during your hectic hours. You didn’t check on it before because you thought that Haechan most likely had seen your text and was waiting for you at the dorm, so you decided to just run in a hurry without texting him that your shift had ended. You were also busy talking with Jaehyun and felt it wouldn’t be polite for you to check on your phone while he was around.

But, as you connect your phone to your power bank, turning it on, and run your thumbs along the screen, you notice one thing: you didn’t send him anything.

“I’m—” A shiver runs down your spine. “I’m sure I texted you before—why—” You remember how your manager suddenly interrupted you when you were about to send the text. You must have forgotten to press send, and seeing how there are suddenly a lot of messages coming to your phone at once from him makes your heart drop to the floor.

I’ve made a reservation at Boccalino at 7 p.m. I know how you’ve always wanted to go there. Wear something nice.

Where are you now? Are you still at work? Do you want me to pick you up?

You’re probably busy at work. I’ll just see you at our table, okay? Don’t be late.

I haven’t heard from you. Where are you? I’m on my way to the restaurant to make sure our reservation is still on.

All my calls are going straight to voicemails. Where are you?

You’re an hour late. Where are you?!

You can feel the tremble in your fingertips as you hold your phone, your eyes running back and forth in horror. Haechan still doesn’t speak a word, focusing his eyes entirely on the road that lays in front of him.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Even though you know you’re already so out of line and probably won’t be forgiven anytime soon, you still apologize because what else can you say? “I didn’t realize my phone was dead. And I was sure I’d texted you but—”

“It’s fine,” he says as he props his elbow against his window, rubbing the side of his temple with his fingertips. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

And with that, the conversation ends. Your thoughts are running fast, trying to come up with a better apology or find a way to patch things up but you can’t. The more plans you make, the more you hate yourself for being so stupid and ruin this whole thing for him. The drive back to your dorm is filled with nothing but silence, and you spend the entire time counting the street light that glows faintly on the side of the road.

You do notice something, though. Haechan’s phone keeps on making little sounds, notifying him that he’s receiving text messages and chats. There was also a phone call which he ignored even when the street light was red, only saying, “I’ll just call back later,” when you nervously ask him about it.

It’s when he walks you back to your dorm, that you begin to gain the courage to ask about it. “You’re getting awfully a lot of texts today.”

“They just want to congratulate me,” he says, tucking his hands in his pockets so you can’t take a hold of any of them as you walk beside him.

“On what?”

“My birthday.”

You wish the earth could just swallow you whole because how fucking ignorantly stupid can you be? It’s the sixth of June today, and you were so busy dealing with the fight and minding your own business that you forgot the birthday of the most important person in your life right now. You can feel how your legs almost give out under your weight, your head’s spinning.

And apparently, you’re doing it again, so lost in your own thoughts that Haechan has to say, “We’re here,” to snap you back to reality. You’re now standing gawkily in front of the door to your room, palms getting sweaty from how nervous you are. Haechan murmurs something about seeing you later and you’re about to burst into tears from how terrible you feel for him so you hastily grab him by his wrist, fingers almost sinking into his skin from how desperate you’re being.

“Stay with me,” you beg with quivers in your voice. “Please, just—I need to talk to you.”

Haechan stares at you with cold eyes, his jaw clenching slightly. But he doesn’t pull back his arm and follows your trail with heavy steps as you step inside your room. He closes the door behind him and leans his back against it, still not saying anything.

You’re so occupied with trying to form a coherent sentence that you forget to be thankful about how your roommate is away for the weekend again, providing you the opportunity to have the entire room for yourself. You decide to not make any excuses and apologize for every little dumb thing you’ve been doing for the whole day—no, for a whole week even, since the time your fight started. But no matter what you say, Haechan is staring at you with lifeless eyes, as if he’s just too tired to listen—as if he just no longer cares.

And that scares the life out of you.

“Hyuck, please,” you whisper, closing the distance between you until you can feel his warm breath caressing your cheek. You have your palm pressing against the side of his face, “Say something.” You know it’s not right, but you lean in for a kiss. It’s not just because you’re desperate to pull an emotion out of him; it’s more because you miss him so terribly so, it’s driving you crazy.

Haechan has his eyes closed by instinct but he doesn’t kiss back, only letting your lips linger on him, sharing his breath. And though it feels like there’s a javelin slowly sinking into your chest, you try again, kissing him with more passion, hooking your arm around his neck to pull him closer. Haechan tears himself away, his gaze turning dark as he stares at you and you look at him back with desperation in your eyes.

“Haecha—”

It’s like something snaps inside him and he suddenly no longer has control over his own free will, because Haechan is now pushing your body against the door, slamming your spine against the surface none too gently with his hands on each side of your head, lips chasing after yours. You let out a gasp, both from the shock and the pain that stings from the back of your head, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, tongue delving in to explore the inside of your mouth. His fingers trail down from your cheeks to your jaw, before they rest on the sides of your neck, his fingertips probing against your veins. You’re not sure whether he does it unconsciously from the sheer excitement or something else but the way his hand is holding you by the neck, his fingers low key choking you make your adrenaline runs faster.

He doesn’t give you the chance to process every single thing that’s happening, or even breathe, for that matter. The next thing you know, he already has his hands running down to your thighs, pulling them up so you have no other choice but to tangle your legs around his waist and groan when he presses your hips together. Hearing the sound of his name tumbling down your lips in a desperate, needy moan, Haechan groans at the back of his throat, his hands moving up to palm your breasts before they start to struggle with your shirt.

You’re doing the same thing, just as eager to get him out of his white shirt so you can latch your lips on his smooth sun-kissed skin. But unlike you who struggle to unbutton his shirt one by one, Haechan’s patience is wearing thin so he ends up just ripping your uniform, buttons clattering down to the floor.

“Wait, Hyuck—” You’re forced to swallow whatever it is you’re trying to say when Haechan sinks his teeth down to the skin that connects your neck to your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your shirt down to expose more of your bare skin. Your whole body shudders, clutching to him with every strength you have. It hurts, the way he bites and nibbles along your sensitive skin, but at the same time, it sends electricity down to every inch of your body.

“Do you have any idea how fucking pissed I am right now?” He says in a low, dangerous voice as he gnaws around your earlobe. “Turn around.”

With his nails sinking into your hips, he forces you to turn on your heel, pressing the side of your face against the door and tears your shirt away from your body. He doesn’t immediately take off your bra like he usually does, and instead focusing first on slipping his fingers underneath the band, thumbs glossing over your hardened nipples as he applies wet kisses on your nape. You almost let out a sob when his hand travels south, raking his fingers against your stomach before he takes off your skirt in such a hurry, leaving you in nothing but your black stockings and your laced panties.

Your entire body jolts when he slips a hand between your legs, rubbing you over your underwear before he suddenly pushes the fabric down and runs his fingertips along your folds.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers in your ear, his breath fanning your neck. “I’m surprised you like being treated like this.” But when you cry out his name, begging for him to stop teasing you already, he chuckles lowly. “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You’re sure that you’re just reacting this way because it’s him and not anybody else and you want to tell him that but you can barely form a word with him rubbing his fingertips along your clit. “You’re actually quite dirty, aren’t you?” He brings two of his fingers to your lips, forcing you to suck them into your mouth and you oblige, knowing what he’s intending to do. You coat them with as much saliva as you can before he brings his hand down to your heat again, this time inserting one finger into your entrance with another one following soon after.

You hiss his name under your breath, becoming a little lightheaded from all this sensation you’re having at once. “What do you want me to do?” He asks tauntingly, knowing he’s in charge of everything.

“Fuck me,” you gasp, eyes tightly shut at the feeling of him finger fucking you to oblivion. “I want you inside me, Hyuck, fuck.”

“Maybe in a few minutes.” His teasing tone is back but it’s different. It’s almost menacing this time, somewhat heartless. He picks up the pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you until you find yourself biting your lip to contain your sob. “Do you know what I want?” He carves his words against your skin, taking a handful of your hair with his other free hand and yanking it back so you can’t help but face the ceiling. His lips are hovering dangerously close against your ear. “I want to fuck you raw. We’ve never done that before, have we? I want to come inside you—want to see my cum dripping down your thighs when I’m finished with you.”

Fuck. You almost cry from the temptation. “Then do it. I don’t care just—” You arch your back, sinking yourself down to his fingers, moaning against the side of his neck. “Please, just fuck me, Hyuck.”

“Good girl,” he replies and you can hear the smirk in his voice but you don’t care. He can be as cocky as he wants for the night because you secretly like it. You like how confident he is during sex, how passionate and sexy he can get, and how desperate and uncontrolled he becomes at the end. You can feel your stomach flip at the anticipation, especially when you hear him working on his belt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down only low enough for him to free himself.

“Let me fuck your mouth first,” he demands and you find yourself succumbing to his orders, turning around to face him before you drop to your knees, the tip of his cock protruding against your lips.

Haechan is still holding himself back, you’re sure, because he lets you take your own pace at first but his dominating persona comes back almost immediately when you only give him tentative licks against his slit. “Open up,” he orders, his fingers finding home in your hair and you loosen up your jaw to take him deeper.

Tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes from how hard he’s hitting the back of your throat but you try to keep up. He moves his hips, enjoying the warmth of your mouth. When you feel him twisting his fingers around the strands of your hair, you look up to see his expression. Haechan has his head thrown back in pleasure, his lips parted in a silent moan and you hum proudly to yourself when he brings his eyes down to meet yours. They’re glazed with lust and he’s so sexy like this with his breathing ragged, soft moans flowing like music to your ears. And he’s probably feeling the same about you, from the way he pushes the bangs out of your eyes, taking every detail of your face as you hollow your cheeks, swallowing when his taste falls upon your tongue.

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, “You look so perfect like this. You’re so fucking sexy, do you know that?” You hum, running your tongue along the prominent vein, giving kitten licks around the tip. Something gleams in his eyes and suddenly he commands you to stand up and pushes your body against the wall again, face first.

“Do you know how excited I was for today?” He grabs you by the waist, pushing his palm against your shoulder blades so you’ll bend lower, and positions himself against your entrance from behind. “I wanted to celebrate my birthday with you—just with you, Noona—even after our fight, I still wanted to spend it with you—”

“I know,” you gasp, thighs trembling when he rubs his tip against your folds. “I’m sorry—I was too busy with—“

“With work?” He taunts, “Or with that guy you’ve been seeing?”

“No—” A sudden yelp flows out of your mouth when he abruptly pushes himself entirely inside of you in one quick motion, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. Haechan moans a tad louder, much breathier, with his eyebrows knitted together in ecstasy. He’s more sensitive now since he’s not using a condom, directly feeling how wet and hot you are around him, how every clench makes him lose his mind and you can feel him twitching inside you. “Haechan—wait—”

He thrusts forward with such brute force, you find yourself pressed against the door. The dorm is quiet and with the way he’s slamming his hips against yours, the door making rhythmic banging noises against its frames, you’re sure you’re going to be noticed sooner or later.

“The bed—” You gasp, searching for the hands he has on your hips. “Let’s move to the bed—”

“Later,” he groans, his mind sinking in the way your heat is enveloping him.

“People can—” You have your eyes tightly shut when his thrusts get stronger. “They can hear us, Hyuck—”

He tangles his hand around your locks, making a messy ponytail out of them so he can yank on your hair as he rocks his hips faster. “I don’t fucking care,” he growls, “Let everyone know you’re mine.”

It feels fucking amazing the way he’s all breathless and rough, fucking you senselessly as if the world is ending, and it’s not long before your legs start to give up on you, quivering under the sensation.

“Fuck,” Haechan takes a sharp intake of breath, pulling you back against him when you’re about to fall. “Tired already, babe?” His chuckles are unfamiliar to your ears, as if he was mocking instead of teasing but you can’t really comment on it because he’s now pushing you down to the floor, forcing you to stay on all fours. “Now, now, what do we do?” He asks, spreading your thighs but holds your ass firmly in the air. “I’m just getting started.”

Every thrust of his hip feels like fire running all over your body and you can’t believe how good he is at hitting that particular spot deep inside you. You bite your lower lip to keep your voice down and Haechan notices it so he leans close, his chest pressing against your spine and you feel his lips and teeth caressing the crook of your neck as he speaks.

“Stop holding back your voice.” His voice sounds sultry, almost sinful to your ears. “I’ve told you before, right? I like hearing you say my name when we do this. Let me hear you moan.”

You shake your head. “I don’t want anyone to hear—“

“Well,” he doesn’t even let you finish. “I guess I’ll just have to force it out of you then.”

He slows down his pace, and instead of giving you fast, shallow thrusts, he focuses his strength on making each thrust hard and deep. You can feel your breathing being knocked out of your lungs, your toes curling in pleasure and if he keeps doing this, you know you’re not gonna last long. Your orgasm hits you so hard, a whimper falling from your mouth the way he likes it, and your body begins to shake.

Haechan laughs quietly against your ear. “You came, didn’t you? It feels so good—you feel so good around my cock.” He grabs you by the chin and roughly angles your head to face him. He kisses you hard, leaving you even more breathless than you already are before he says, “It’s my turn now.”

Haechan flips you to your back, spreading your legs wide as he sits on his knees, holding your ankles in the air like how he did the first time you had sex with him. Maybe it’s his favorite position, almost splitting your body in half, and seeing your face and your breasts bouncing up and down with every movement of his hips. You’re still dazed, reeling in the afterglow when Haechan pushes back into you again without warning, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, his lips parted forming your name between his breathy moans.

“I’ll never get tired of how you look when I fuck you like this,” he says, smirking in the sexiest way you’ve ever seen him do. “You’re so goddamn irresistible, you know that?”

It’s frightening how different and rough he’s being right now, and you’re about to cry out because you miss him—you miss the way he used to be. The adorable, annoying little tease that he was. How can you bring him back?

“Haechannie,” you call out, voice soft and quiet almost in a whisper. “I love you.”

His movement stops almost immediately, his eyes widening in surprise. He locks his gaze back with yours, his grip on your legs becoming loose. “What?”

“I love you,” you repeat, placing your legs down so you can sit up from your position. Your back feels sore, screaming in pain but you try not to wince. You reach out to grab his face, running your thumb along his lower lip. “I love you, Lee Donghyuck.” You kiss him gently, merely pressing your lips against his and you can feel how his body stiffen under your touch. “So calm down, because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be with you, as long as you let me.”

Haechan is still very much speechless and you decide to take control. You carefully push him down so he can sit back on the floor before you climb into his lap. You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair before you slide down, enveloping him once again. There’s a small moan escaping his lips, which you immediately capture with your own and his hands find their way back to your hips again.

“That’s not fair,” he says, his cheeks reddening slightly though he’s still scowling at you. “You’re just saying that so I won’t be angry with you anymore.”

“That too, but,” you’re interrupted by a moan that departs from your lips, can barely handle the way he twitches inside you. “I’ve been feeling that way for quite some time now. Especially when we fight. I just missed you so much, I couldn’t stand it.”

His pout is growing back on his face, though not as apparent. “Well, whose fault do you think is that?” It’s perfect, the way he moves inside you and it’s driving him crazy whenever you clench your walls around him.

“There’s nothing between me and Jaehyun, I promise you,” you softly murmur as you place open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “I’d never cheat on you, Hyuck. You know that, right?”

He shivers slightly under your touch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Still,” he breathes out, “It doesn’t mean I’m fine with you meeting him behind my back.”

“He’s my boss, I wouldn’t be able to avoid him even if I wanted—” You have to end your sentence short when he rubs his thumb against your clit, reeling in the sensation. “Hyuck, you’re going to make me come again at this rate.”

“Good, because I intend to make you come at least three times tonight.” He snickers against your lips. “So you won’t be able to forget who owns you.”

His movements become sloppy, going out of rhythm, even more desperate with each thrust and when you whisper with his earlobe between your teeth, “Happy birthday, baby,” he comes undone almost immediately with his face hiding between the slope of your neck.

He lays you down to the floor again, gently this time, before he hovers above you, his arms shaking slightly. “Holy shit,” he exhales, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat forming on his temple. “I think I came a lot inside you.”

“Glad I’m taking some pills then,” you reply, smiling a little as you cup his cheek, your thumb tracing the mole under his left eye. “You okay?”

“Are you okay?” He asks instead. “Was I too rough? Are you hurt somewhere?”

“Why is it that whenever we have sex, you end up asking me these questions?” You chuckle. “Yes, you were. And yes, I am hurt. My back is killing me.”

“I’m…” There’s a slight panic flitting across his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it was kinda hot seeing you all riled up like that. It’s like you turned into a completely different person.” You pull him down by his necklace, murmuring against his lips, “I won’t mind if you fuck me like that again sometimes.”

It’s funny that after all of this that just happened, he actually blushes over your words. Quietly cursing under his breath, he leans back on his heels, slowly pulling out of you and stare intently at how his cum starts to seep out of you.

“Goddamn…” he mumbles, eyes unblinking as if he’s in a trance. “I really did come a lot inside you.”

“Consider that your birthday gift. Also, can you stop looking at me like that—it’s embarrassing.” You don’t usually get embarrassed about sexual stuff, especially now that your boyfriend’s shamelessness kind of rubs off on you, but Haechan really knows how to push your buttons.

Seeing you fidget out of shame, Haechan’s eyes twinkle, his lips forming a teasing grin. “No, wait, let me clean you up.” Despite what he says, he slowly pushes one finger into you, with another one following right after and you part your lips in a gasp but loss for words when you see him playing with his cum that’s mixed with yours, smearing it on the inside parts of your thigh.

“Haechannie,” you gasp, feeling his fingers inside you once again, with his thumb rubbing over your clit. “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He grins, showcasing his perfect teeth. “I’m going to make you come again. And then you’re going to make me come again.” His face hovers above yours, wetting his bottom lip as he stares lustfully at you. “Since it’s my birthday and you’re obliged to do whatever I want.”

You gulp. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow.

***

[kniesyswrld]

Truth Or Drink

Summary: You and the caps play a game of Truth or Drink

Warning(s): Smut, Fowl Language, Alcohol

Jakub Vrána invited me to a little team get together as his plus one and that’s what I’m currently getting ready for.

“Are you gonna pick me up?” I asked Jakub as I pull my dress down over my body, “No. Braden will be, is that okay?” He asked me.

I nod, “I don’t really know him too well, but yes that’s fine.” I say and he grins, “Good, I’m glad.” He says and I smiled.

“Well you can tell him to be on his way, I’m done.” I said and he nods, “K just texted him.” Jakub says and I nod, “Alright, thanks.” I said and he nods.

I hung up on Jakub and sat outside my house to wait for my ride, I saw a black BMW pull up and I saw it was Braden because he rolled the window down.

“Hey, Y/n.” He smiled widely, I smiled too and wave to him. I pick my things up, I walk to the car and get inside, “Hey, Braden.” I say and he smiled.

He turns the radio down, “You were jamming.” I tease and he shook his head. “Yeah I was.” He joked back and I smiled.

“So are you excited?” He asked, “Well I get to see all of my besties, so yep!” I say with a laugh, “That’s cute that you formed a little friendship with all of them.” Braden smiled.

I nod, “Yeah, but you never talk to me sir, or I’d be your bestie too.” I grin, “I get nervous around you.” He says.

“Nervous? Around me? Why?” I asked with laughs inbetween each question, “Cause you’re super pretty and intimidating.” He laughed.

I smiled, “Such a sweet boy.” I say and tap his hand, he blushed and we drove to Tom Wilson’s house.

“We’re here, Y/n.” Braden grins and I nod, I get out the car and walk inside leaving Braden behind cause I was so excited.

I walk in and leave the door open, but run back to the backyard. “Baby!” I yelled when I saw Jakub, “Hey, hunny!” He says and hugged me.

“Where’s Braden, bae?” Jakub asked, “Right here. She couldn’t even wait.” Braden says and I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh. “Sorry, bud.” I say and he grins.

I look at Tom, “Hey, Tom, where is the beer?” I asked with a smirk. He looks up from his phone and smiled, “Yo, Braden, go show her.” Tom says.

“Let’s go.” He smiled and I follow him inside Tom’s house, “We should all play a game, it’ll take us back to youth years.” I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes, “Y/n, shut up, you’re literally 21 years old.” He laughed. “I know, but I feel old.” I said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Oh my gosh.” He laughed and hands me my beer, I smiled as a thank you. I walk back outside and Braden comes out like 1 minute later.

I walk over to a chair, but Tom stands up. “Have my seat, Y/n.” He smiled and I sat there, “Thank you.” I smiled and he nods.

“We should all play truth or drink!” I gasped out, the guys all laughed. “I’m serious, don’t you old men want to feel young?” I asked with a shit-eating grin on my face.

They all make a groaning sound, “Fuck off.” Alex says with a chuckle. “Oh shut it.” I say and they grin, “I say let’s play.” Jakub shrugged.

“See, that’s why you’re my favorite.” I said to him and all the guys scoff, “Fine, we’ll play.” Tom says, crossing his arms.

I clapped and sit on the grass, “Ok, I’ll start. Jakub, if you had to kill one person here who would it be?” I asked him.

“I’d kill… Tom.” He says and we all laugh, “Awe fuck off.” Tom pouted and I rubbed his bicep, “You’re okay, Tom. I’ll protect you.” I teased and he laughed.

Braden looked at us, but I didn’t think of anything of it. “Okay, Y/n, if you could fuck any of us here, who?” Jakub asked with a smirk.

“Come on, Y/n, don’t be a pussy and tell us!” Alex says and I stuck my tongue out at him, “I’d fuck…Braden.” I grin and look at him.

He looks at me and lets out an awkward breath, “Okay.” He just says and I looked away, “Who’s next?” I asked.

“Braden.” Tom says, “K, Braden, truth or dare?” I asked him. “Dare.” He says, “I dare you to kiss me.” I grin.

The guys holler and Braden awkwardly chuckled, “Okay.” He says, “Okay?” I asked with a smirk, he nods and grabs my face and kisses me slowly.

“Mwah.” I say as we pulled away from this kiss, he chuckled and then looks back at the group but we kept looking at each other through our peripherals.

Time Skip

We all got bored from the game so the guys started a fire, I lean back in my chair and sip my beer. “Thank you, boys.” I said to them.

“For what?” Tom asked with a laugh, “I was having a real shitty week and this made me feel better.” I said to them, “You’re always invited to stuff like this, Y/n, we love you.” Tom says.

I smiled and looked down, I look back up and caught Braden staring at me. “What?” I mouthed with a smirk, “You’re super gorgeous.” He mouths back and I blush.

“Thanks.” I mouth again and he just tilts his head in my direction, “It’s cold.” I shiver and cover my goosebump-covered arms. “Take my jacket.” Braden says and hands me his hoodie.

I smiled at him, “Thanks, bud. Aren’t you cold now?” I asked him. “Don’t worry about me, Y/n.” He says and I just smiled.

“Sit next to me?” I asked him, he nods and pulled his chair in the empty space next to me. I lean my head on his chest and look up at him, “Is this okay??” I asked him.

He laughed, “Of course!” He says and leans down to kiss my head. “Okay, good.” I winked and look at the guys touching the fire with individual sticks.

“I really like you.” Braden whispered in my ear, i grin at him. “I like you more.” I winked and he sighed.

I look at everyone, “I’m gonna go inside to get warm.” I told the guys and they nod. “Y/n, there is a blanket on the couch.” Tom says and I nod.

“Thanks.” I said and walked inside, I grab the warm blanket and turn on the Tv. It was KUWTK and I scroll through my phone.

I heard the screen door pull open and then get closed, so I look up and saw Braden was coming inside.

“Care if I join you?” Braden asks me, “Go right ahead.” I giggle and he puts some of the blanket on him and scoots close to me.

I look up at him and smiled then continued back to my phone, “What’re you doing?” He asked me.

“Scrolling through Instagram.” I said to him and he nods, “Y/n, this might be a weird question. Can I kiss you?” He asked me.

I close my phone and look at him, “You wanna kiss me?” I asked him. “Of course.” He smiled and at me.

“Okay.” I say and grab the sides of his face while he grabs my chin and pulled me into a chaste kiss.

We continue to have our hot makeout session and I pulled myself onto his lap, “Let’s go to Tom’s room.” I winked and he nods, picking me up and carrying to Tom’s room.

Jakub’s POV

“Where is Y/n and Braden?” I asked the guys since they weren’t on the couch anymore. “Probably upstairs fucking.” Alex says and Tom made a disgusted face.

I laughed, “If they are fucking on my bed. I will kill both of them, I swear to god.” Tom says and everyone just laughed.

“It’s cute.” I said and look back at the fire, “No it is not. I sleep on that bed, peacefully may I add!” Tom says being dramatic.

All of us rolled our eyes and continued with our conversation that we were having earlier.

back to your pov

“You’re so beautiful, babygirl.” Braden says, admiring my naked body. “Thanks, Braden. You look so handsome.” I grin and run my hand down his toned body.

He kissed my neck and created dark hickeys, I moaned softly and made small scratches down his back.

“Does Tom have condoms?” I asked him, “In his night stand, maybe?” Braden says and I reach over and open the drawer.

I smiled, “There we go.” I winked and he rolled it onto his dick. “Fuck me.” I said to Braden, he leans down and pecked my lips before putting his tip at my entrance.

“Can I put it in?” He asked me, “Yes.” I say and tighten my grip on him as he slowly pushed inside of me.

I let out a soft moan, “You can move.” I say and he slowly starts thrusting in and out of me. “Fuck.” He grunts and starts going faster.

“Baby.” I moaned and he started to buck his hips faster. “You’re so wet.” He says to me and leaned down kissing my neck.

I tried to get more friction by rolling my hips from under him and he grips my thigh, so they stop moving.

“You’re a sexy girl.” He said and I make a whine noise, “Harder.” I said and he listened to me, he started railing the fuck out of me.

The bed hitting the wall, our skin slapping, and our moans were the only thing heard in the room.

“Braden, I’m about to cum.” I say when I felt the familiar build up form in my stomach, “Me too, babygirl.” He says and I pulled him into a sweet kiss.

I reach between us and fondle his balls, as he added pressure to my clit. “I’m cumming.” Braden grunts and I felt the inside of the condom get warm.

“Fuck, me too!!” I moaned loudly, “I love you.” I moaned as I came too. He fucks us through our highs and when we came down from our euphoria he pulled out and threw out the condom.

He laid next to me, “I love you too, Y/n.” He grins and I laid my head onto his chest. “I’ll take you out tomorrow.” He says to me and kissed the top of my head.

“Okay.” I smiled, then there was a loud knock. “You guys are assholes for fucking in my bed!” Tom yelled and we both laughed as we slowly drift into a sleep.

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Lockdown

Requested from Wattpad

“When are you gonna let me pick you up and take you out?” Oscar Diaz asks on the other end of the line as you face time him. The two of you having this playful and flirtatious banter going on for the past few weeks. You had always known about the Santo, your two brothers Ruby and Mario close with each Diaz brother. However you didn’t officially meet him until you attended one of his party’s, Oscar not letting you leave until you two exchanged numbers.

“I don’t know, how many other girls are you asking that same question?” You smile with a tilt of you head, your phone resting on your vanity mirror as you do your make up for no reason. Already chatting with him for 34 minutes.

“Three, but I make sure to ask you first.” He jokes

“Que caballeroso.” You laugh,”Let’s say I agree to this hypothetical date...where are you gonna take me?”

“Well I already know you’re a drinker and smoker.” He smirks,”I’m thinking we hit up a bar, get a few beers in us and then drive around with not one but two blunts. I’ll even throw in a torta for you. With carne asada fries.”

“Very tempting. Alcohol, weed, and food. You know me well.” You smile as you lean in closer to the mirror, putting on your eyelashes with ease,”Fine, I’ll let you take me out. Don’t make me regret it.”

“You won’t.” He smirks, taking in your finished appearance,”I’ll pick you up Friday. Six o’clock.”

“Okay.” You smile and reach for your phone since your face was finished, smiling into it.

“You look sexy mami, I like those lashes.” He compliments, as if you two have been together for years already, causing you to groan as you get flustered,”Wear them on our date for me.”

“Stop.” You laugh softly,”And okay I...” you start to say getting cut off by Oscar after he gets a text.

“Aye, Ima call you back. I gotta go, something is up with one of the homies.” He says quickly,”Is my brother at your house?”

“No, it’s just me here. Is everything okay?” You ask concernedly

“I’m not sure. I’ll hit you up in a bit though...do me a favor and just stay inside.” He replies, hanging up as soon as the words leave his mouth.

You sigh to yourself and put away all the items you used before leaving the confinement’s of your room and going to the kitchen to grab something to drink. Ruby, Jamal, Monse, and Jasmine walking in seconds later.

“Cesar ain’t with you guys?” You ask as they make themselves comfortable on the couches.

“No.” Your little brother simply says, not going into detail.

“Well somethings going on in the neighborhood, I’m not sure what exactly, but don’t go out right now. Any of you.” You warn as you close the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water,”I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

“Okay, I guess we’ll be in here after that vague warning. Did mom leave us money for pizza?”

“If I knew more I would obviously say something.” You retort,”And yes she did. I’ll order it later.” You add, Ruby waving you off to your room after.

You’re laying in bed scrolling through your phone when you hear some commotion coming from the living room a bit later. The front door being repeatedly opened and closed causing you to sit up and look around before deciding to go see what was up.

“What’s going on?!” You ask, the same time as Oscar bust through the door.

“One time!” He shouts, the teens all yelping in response. An announcement from the LAPD following seconds later about a lockdown which causes you to groan. Oscar not paying attention to you as he looks out the window.

“I said, I can’t believe we’re stuck in the house with Oscar!” Jamal yells loudly, not being able to hide the laugh that escaped your mouth as Ruby’s phone goes off.

He answers it and talks to your guys mom, the two of you walking into the kitchen while everybody else gets situated in the living room. Glancing over your shoulder when you hear the stressed out Diaz brother talk about personal space. The short conversation comes to a end and you follow behind Ruby, looking around at all the seat options before sliding yourself in between Oscar and Jamal. Not focusing on the chitchatting about snacks as you admire the fit body next to you. Well until he opens his mouth to speak that is.

“Is that the sandwich?” He asks with a wave of his finger

“No it’s me. I got the egg booty coughs.” Jasmine answers with a shaky voice, causing you to gag in response.

“Oh, I sear to God, if you don’t go away!” Oscar snaps as he leans away from her and into you.

“Okay.” She answers and runs away into Ruby’s room.

“She went into my room didn’t she?” He asks as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Sorry.” You tell him sincerely, Oscar still leaning against you as his phone goes off.

“Where can I take this?” He ask no one in particular

“There’s no one in the bathroom.” You reply, Oscar nodding his head in understanding. Placing his large hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze before using it to push himself up.

“Que onda?” He asks into the receiver, his voice fading as he closes the door.

~

It’s been a while, Oscar still in the bathroom as you guys head over to the dining room table. Jasmine doing a little uncomfortable dance,” I have to pee so bad. And I’m sprouting major turtle head. Will someone tell Oscar to get out of the bathroom?” She pleads

“I can’t listen to this.” You say in disgust,” I’ll go get him.” You shudder as you stand up and speed walk away. Lightly knocking on the bathroom door when you reach it,”Oscar?” You ask softly,”Is everything okay?” When you don’t get a reply you take a deep breath and push open the door.

“I’m fucking doing...oh eres tu.” He sighs as he leans back against the counter. Messaging with someone before he puts his phone away,”I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just frustrated. Nobody knows where my brother is and his phone ain’t working.”

“I just wanted to see why you were taking so long, and I’m sure Cesar is somewhere safe. You don’t have to be worried, he’s a smart kid.” You tell him with a soft smile,”Are you done in here? Because I think Jasmine is about to have an accident on herself.”

“Yeah, I’m done. I’m sure we’ll hear from him soon.”

“Come on, come chill with us. It’ll keep your mind off of things.” You grin, grabbing a hold of his long hanging belt and pulling him forward. Oscar smirking as he lets you bring him out to join the others who started a game of Marry/Fuck/Kill. You and Oscar busting out laughing at Ruby’s words as you let go of him, the two of you looking around the table in amusement.

“Uh...you want to play?” Jamal asks

“No thanks.” You decline with another laugh, Oscar being the opposite as he agrees.

“I’ll kill you. I’d kill you. I’d kill you.” He says going around the table, Jasmine giving him a provocative dance so he could give another answer,”I’d still kill you.” He chuckles, turning his body to yours with his finger in your face,”I’d smash you and then marry you. No need to kill you.” He smirks, giving the table one more look before he goes back into the bathroom.

“Um I’ll be in my room.” You say awkwardly, your face probably red at this point. Not bothering to let anybody respond as you dart off, trying to close the door but it gets stopped by a foot. Oscar sneaking in and shutting it with a look of amusement on his face,”I hate you, stop making me blush.” You whine as you let your head fall forward on his chest,”It’s not cool.”

“I like watching you squirm.” He admits with a chuckle.

“Eres tan molesto.” You groan and take a step away from him

“Annoying? Is that right?” He asks smugly,”I got you to agree to go on a date with me, so I can’t be that bad.”

“That’s because you wouldn’t stop asking me.” You smile as you slide on to your desk and sit on it, crossing your arms,”I figured this would be the best way to get you to stop.”

“You were just playing hard to get, you didn’t want to say yes too fast.” He says knowingly,”You don’t have to front mami, I know you like me.”

“Is that right?” You ask,” I like you hm?”

“You do.” He answers,”It’s okay, you don’t have to admit it right now, but you will after I win you over on our date.”

“You’re so sure of yourself.” You comment, reaching for him as he gets closer. Your hands gripping his black muscle shirt as he stands in between your legs,”Good thing your instincts are right though.” You smile, surprising yourself by making the first move and pressing your mouth to his. Your lips moving in perfect sync with his as his arms wrap around you. The two of you fitting together like a puzzle piece. The make out session getting a bit heated causing you to put a stop to it,”Let’s save some for Friday.”

“Let me get one more.” Oscar says, not letting you answer as he steals one more kiss. Cesar’s voice coming from the living room after the front door is once again being opened and slammed.

“Told ya he would be fine.”

“Doesn’t sound so fine out there.” Oscar tells you as he moves away and opens your bedroom door. The teens all arguing amongst each other about who knows what,”Talk later?”

“Yeah, for sure.” You smile, letting him go join his brother and the others.

“Y’all messed up!” You hear him shout out, the screaming coming to a stop before he goes over to Cesar, the two of them leaving a few moments later after an exchange of words.

“Best lockdown ever.” You grin to yourself, a smile etched onto your face for the rest of the day. Oscar keeping his promise and calling you a few hours later.

[dreamywriting]

Shinso Hitoshi // 7 Minutes in Heaven

pairing: shinso x reader (aged up)

word count: 1700+

genre: it’s not smut but 

warnings: alcohol, swearing, slightly suggestive

a/n: yes, it’s a well-used scenario, but it’s still so good. especially for when i’m feeling indulgent like this. i was heavily inspired by some fanart i saw of trunks, so i’ll put i down below ‘cause it is hot. 

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He really didn’t hold back, huh? 

The bottle was whirling at a rapid speed on the floor. Everyone was gathered in a circle, excitedly anticipating who the bottle would land on. The game had just started and so far only one pair had gone into the closet.

It was the first time the whole class had organized a house party, and the night had been fantastic so far. Mina was the self proclaimed DJ and naturally played a lot of songs that were great for dancing. The atmosphere was dense, hot and filled with excitement. Drinks were flowing and everybody had loosened up quite a bit, hence the mutual agreement to play Seven Minutes in Heaven.

It was a classic party game, and yet it was your first time playing it. You were more giddy than nervous because of the alcohol. You felt fizzy all over and your confidence had gotten a sudden boost. Something in the back of your mind told you it would come in handy, and well, you weren’t wrong.

The bottle was on it’s last reserves, turning in excruciating slow circles before the participants. You followed it with hazy eyes as it finally came to a stop, nose facing you. Oh god.

In a flash everybody’s heads turned to you. It was expected but your face suddenly felt a lot warmer. You did your best to keep your composure. On opposite sides of the circle, you watched Kaminari squeeze Shinso’s shoulders, slurring that he’s the man and you got this, you damn stud. Shinso brushed his enthusiastic classmate off like usual and stood up. He wore a pair of black jeans, a simple dark sweatshirt with the white collar of his t-shirt sticking out from underneath, and his hair was in its usual, messy get up. But you noticed various rings adorning his fingers, accentuating his beautiful hands. His outfit was modest but he looked absolutely delicious in it. And knowing him, he probably wasn’t even trying.

He looked at you expectantly and you took it as your cue to stand up as well. Some of you classmates let out drunken hollers whilst others whispered among themselves, rather indiscreetly at that.

You hadn’t intended it to be so obvious, but a lot of people knew about your crush on Shinso. Your stares had lingered just a tad too long and from there it only got worse. Soon enough people caught on and you begged them to be cool about it. To your surprise they had actually respected your wishes, but the way they were acting right now was far from casual. You just hoped Shinso was intoxicated enough to not notice it.

He took the lead and you followed him into the closet. As expected it was pretty dim and cramped, leaving you with only about half a meter between the two of you. Your pulse was starting to pick up and you cursed yourself for not bringing a drink with you. There was absolutely nothing to distract you from your crush. Nothing to distract him from you. His intense gaze made that very clear, as you could feel his eyes all over you. 

You actually hadn’t intereacted a lot with each other. He was so focused on training and getting stronger while you had your own shit to deal with, and also, the guy was pretty intimidating. So it just didn’t come about that often. Your train of thought was broken up by the stream of light coming through the open door, seeing Shinso’s hand on the knob opening it further. Was he leaving already?

“Calm down, I’m only getting us some drinks.” He said, upon seeing your offended expression.

Oh. You suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

This game was new to you and you honestly had no idea what to do. Of course, you understood the implications of what was expected to happen, but you were not counting on any of the sort with Shinso. Pining for him for so long without getting any signs back said more than you wanted to know. The possibility of you two ever having mutual feelings seemed so distant, even to your drunk and hopeful self.

The door opened once more and Shinso came back holding two cups. By now you’d taken a seat on the floor and Shinso followed suit, mimicking your crossed legs. The tight space made your knees touch as you sat in front of each other, but you tried not to think about it as you took a generous swig of the drink he gave you.

“What the fuck,” you spluttered, “How much alcohol did you put in this?”

“Enough to help you loosen up.” he snorted, finding your reaction amusing.

“You goddamn predator,” you joked, as you took another tentative sip. It wasn’t that bad. Maybe you could need some loosening up.

The atmosphere in the closet felt more pleasant than before. The alcohol was slowly making your initial embarrassment fade away, but Shinso made sure to ignite it once more. He put the cup on the floor and gripped the hem of his sweatshirt. Swiftly pulling it over his head he revealed the white t-shirt underneath, as well as a sliver of his toned stomach. A waft of his delicious cologne hit your senses and it made you slightly dizzy. God, he was so gorgeous. Your heart rate picked up again and you were sure he could see the blush on your face, even in the dim lighting. 

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” he started, definitely noticing your change in demeanor.

“No, I- of course not-”

“But that doesn’t mean much, does it?” he continued. Now you were confused. What the hell was he on about? 

“Because I think you’d let me do a lot of stuff to you.”

Your insides were twisting and turning. Were you just really intoxicated or had he actually just said that? Did he know? His words penetrated right through your foggy mind and brought out your lust for him. You eyed him up. He looked so sexy in front of you; tight jeans outlining his strong thighs, abs and pecs poking through his shirt and thick rings wrapped around his fingers making them look more intimidating, like he could leave a mark or two on your hips.

He was right. 

He could do almost anything to you and he knew it. It turned him on knowing that you were so readily obedient for him, even without the use of his quirk. But you didn’t know that, of course. You were speechless, too busy hanging on to his words.

"Listen, you obviously like me," he said, grinning confidently, “-and I don’t blame you.”

This guy. Out of all the people you could’ve fallen for, it had to be this bratty, overconfident, smug, strong, intelligent, irresistible insomniac.

"I- I swear to god I will end your life right now."

Your poor threat made his smile widen even more, effectively urging your embarrassment. There was no way you could get out of this one. He had used this stupid game to finally get you to confess and it worked. You felt like a clown and the whole ass circus. You hadn’t known what to expect upon joining the circle, but definitely not this. And how many minutes had passed? Five, maybe?

His silence was killing you. Your proximity just made it worse. What else could you say? Everything was already on the table to the person who mattered the most. Ultimately, the ball was in his court. 

He noticed your faltered spirit and he actually felt a bit bad. Maybe this wasn’t the best way to go about it after all.

Of course, he had noticed your pining. Even Aizawa had. Whilst patiently waiting for you to confess, Shinso eventually realised that he had to make the first move if anything was going to happen between the two of you. And what better opportunity than now, convinced his drunken mind.

There wasn’t a lot of time left, but he couldn’t let it end like this. At this rate nothing was ever going to happen. 

You were still avoiding his eyes like the plague, so he gently brought a hand to your jaw and turned your head to face his. You looked into his purple irises, seeing certain colors and emotions in him for the first time. It was captivating. You watched him slightly angle his head and lean in closer to you. His fingers felt rough against your jaw but his entire demeanor breathed of softness. When he was impossibly close to your lips, he whispered a small can I? still asking for permission, even though he knew you could never deny him. You were in shock. Your whole body on fire. Nodding breathlessly, your lips accidentally brushed against his and that’s when he lost it.

When he closed the gap your eyes instinctively close shut. All your focus was directed toward the sensations of your crush against you; his smell, his taste, his touch. He was so eager to feel you. His hands moved down your legs to uncross them so he could slide in their place, while your mouths worked together in an eager kiss. It was wet and filled with need. It tasted like alcohol and first love.

Your sitting form was forced against the wall as he pushed onto you and you felt his hands slide up your thighs. One of them latched onto your waist and the other snaked up your arm, caressed your neck and eventually settled on your throat. The feeling of his cold rings against your beating pulse made you want to rub your legs together. The slight pressure he applied to your throat made you want to moan, so you did.

This invoked something in Shinso and he couldn’t help but mumble a you’re so fucking hot, against your swollen lips. Because you really were. He had imagined you in all kinds of positions, all of the sounds you would make, how you’d writhe underneath him, how well you’d take him. He had been good at keeping it to himself, but you drove him absolutely wild. There was no place he’d rather be than in this murky closet, absolutely devouring you.

“Yo guys, your seven minutes-” Sero opened the door to an image that was burned into his retinas for months to come. Somewhere in the background you heard a drunken Denki yelling excitedly. It was a lot.

And you two were certainly in for it now.

-

a/n: might fuck around and make this into a series? who knows. 

here’s the picture i was inspired by. isn’t it just the best?

(x) 

[naptoons]

Official Girl— Zion Kuwonu

Warnings: mild mature language.

Theme: Angst / Fluff ??? I guess I vauguely know the diff.

Summary: you and Zion have been together for almost half a year, but it didn’t feel like it cause when it came down to the public eye, he was single. And you were just his friend.

A/N: I did not proofread any of this so if there’s some spelling errors I apologize, and I hope it isn’t cringe! Enjoy🖤

You and Zion have been dating for almost a year and to your surprise no one even knew expect the PRETTYMUCH members along with their girlfriends. Neither of your family members knew either. You had a million thoughts going through your brain debating which thought was the placebo of why he would want to hide your relationship for almost a year. Don’t get it wrong, your relationship is great, he makes you happy. But hearing him tell the rest of his friends any beanz that ‘you’re aren’t his girl’ and ‘just a friend’ kinda made you think back on the days where you were stuck in the friend zone with him.

Sighing you slouch in your chair turning in your essay. You decided to go to los angles to study for your major. You wanted to get out of your hometown experience new places and people. You met Zion through one of your friends. You’ve never even heard of ‘PRETTYMUCH’ until she showed you a few of their music videos and interviews you started to hone in on them. Next thing you knew your friend bought you guys tickets and meet and greets in los angles.

Zion had his eyes on you on and off the entire time on stage. And boy was he thrilled to see you at meet and greet. And that’s the cliché way you meet Zion and became his “girlfriend” more like “girl-friend” groaning you hop out the bed going to grab a cup of water but your phones text tone vibration on the cherry wood table stops you. Moving towards your phone you see a text from the devil himself. Crazy how the universe works.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Hey mamas you wanna go to a birthday party with me? I promise I’ll stick by you the whole night ❤️

Moral of the story to the last sentence Zion typed was prettymuch had a album release party with a lot of their friends and Zion invited you. But twenty minutes into the party Zion left you and was faded and tipsy.So you ended up taking an uber back home and went to sleep. Zion didn’t get a wink of sleep that night worrying about you.

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Hm. Fine I’ll go but you better keep your promise.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

I promise babygirl. The party isn’t until late around 8pm so I’ll come pick you up. I love you can’t wait to see your fine ass🥵

Rolling your eyes at his flirty remarks. One thing you can’t knock him for is he always reminds you how beautiful you are. Sitting your phone down you go back to the previous task, grabbing the glass and sticking it on the dispenser filling it half empty half full. Sipping on the ice cold water you make your way back to room deciding how you would kill two hours worth of time.

Waking up an hour and a half later you decided to go ahead and take a shower. While waiting for the water to heat up you grab your phone turning on your Bluetooth speaker to blare music for your invisible fans. First song to come up on shuffle was official girl by Cassie. You place your fingers in the shower feeling the warm water slide down your fingertips. Stripping out of your clothes you jump in the shower.

“You gotta love me in the light and the dark” you sung out loud. As you were singing the lyrics it resonated with your feelings towards Zion.After your quick shower you got dressed and did your hair in a style you loved. Looking at the clock wondering would Zion be on his way yet,It’s 7:30pm and he hasn’t sent a single text or call. Going to your messages you decide to text him.

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Zion what time are you coming to pick me up?

Setting your phone back down, you grab your platform boots slipping them on and tying them up. Grabbing your favorite perfume brand lathering your body up in it. fifteen minutes later and you still got nothing from Zion. You launch the Instagram app seeing Zion posted on his Instagram 3 minutes ago a screen of his monitor and fortnite asking for someone to join the lobby.

You roll your eyes wondering why you even texted him in the first place, him and fortnite have a better relationship than you and Zion. You decided to text one of the members.

[ To: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

Hey Brandon is the party still going on tonight?

[ From: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

. yeah , we’re actually here where are you and Zion?

[ To: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

‘Zion’ is on fortnite rn, ill be coming in uber please give me the address🙄

[ From: Raisin Bran ⛓ ]

. I mean you don’t have to come if you don’t want too.

It’s better to have fun, then being cooped up in the house doing nothing, what could go wrong? You though you yourself. Pulling your leather skirt down a little you stand up and place an uber order Your uber arrived twenty minutes later,On the way to the party you have been listening to music with occasionally conversations with the driver. Your phone vibrates, and from the vibrations you know who it is. And you dread wether you should reply or not.but deep down you know you can’t ignore him.

[ From Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Yo Sorry mamas I didn’t see your text.

[ From Babie 🤧🧡 ]

I’m coming to get your fine ass now🥵

[ To: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

No worries Zion lol, I’m catching a ride to the party.

[ From: Babie 🤧🧡 ]

Who’s takin you?

Ignoring his question you decide to screenlock your phone and enjoy the soft ride. The ride was about an extra twenty minutes to get there but it was a pleasant ride nevertheless

Getting out of the car you thank the driver and prepare yourself for the house full of sweaty young adults, blaring loud music and the smell of different strains of weed. Pulling your skirt down a little you walk up to the door ignoring the few whistles and hollers from the drunk guys falling around and laughing on the grass. Knocking on the door you await for anyone to open the door it was starting to get a little chilly outside. “Y/N?” Someone speaks in a puzzled tone. Turning your head around your eyes are met with nick, nodding your head you step off the steps to be engulfed in a hug.

“How are you, what are you doing here by yourself?” Nick questions

“Well I’m not by myself now am I ?” You joke sarcastically, nick shows his cheeky smile while opening the door for you. Upon your sight is a house filled to the rim of people, red solo cups scattered all over the floor, multiple groups of people playing games and kissing.

“Where’s Zion?” Nick asks, while the both of you walk into the kitchen, the constant questions of “Zion” is starting to agitate you more and more. You wanted to have fun and not think about Zion. Because frankly Zion hasn’t been thinking about you. Before you could answer nick’s question soft delicate caramel tattooed arms wrapped around your shoulders with a sweet scent of strawberries and mint leaves.

“I’m here” his voice hones in on your ear lobes, his lips reaching your temple slightly and rapidly before any one could catch eyes on it “hey mamas” Zion’s voice vibrates across your skin.

“Hi” you answer softly not really wanting to talk to him you’d hoped to avoid, nick offers you and Zion a drink grabbing the shot you swallow it down like it was water. Passing the shot glass over to nick for another round.

“Woah mamas slow down okay?” Zion mumbles from behind you with his hands firmly placed on you lower back. Ignoring his comment you drink down another shot earning a “wooo” from nick as he fires you up for your last shot of the day with a slice of lime from the fridge.

“Thank you nick” you smile eating the lime in one hand and firmly grasping the cold water bottle in the other. You turn around to say something to Zion but he’s gone in the back talking to someone. you decide it’s really time to have fun since you’re “single” in the dark. Before you could head over to the dance floor a guy walks up to you with a sheepish grin. His teeth were pearly white and aligned with each other not missing a single space or gap, his skin screamed Melanin “hello how are you?” He asks very politely.

“I’m fine and you?”

“Good if you’re breathing, I was wondering would you like to have a dance? If you don’t mind” he hesitates,not even thinking of an answer you grab his hand reporting to the dance floor. (A/N i thought about the lyric from you by Lloyd ‘And uh, I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dance floor immediately’ lol sorry I may have made you cringe)

you get on the dance floor dancing to the song that’s blaring through the speakers. Taking sips from another shot you grabbed on your way to the dance floor why not? You did say you wanted to have fun. Softly the mysterious man lays his hand on your hips digging his fingertips into your waist. Even though you knew you were with Zion. You wasn’t just going to grind up on some guy even though your devil shoulder told you too.

Zion finishes his conversation with a friend he used to know in Canada, now he was on his way to look for you trying to keep his promise of never leaving tonight. Meeting nick back at the kitchen his thick eyebrows knitted in confusion. Nick not wanting to hear the anger bounce off on him, he decides to point in the direction of you and the mysterious guy. Fuming with vexation, he squeezed the bottle in his hands until his knuckles turned white. Heading over towards the problem he grab you by your arm softly but cautiously. The guy stands back smirking at the sight of a jealous Zion. while you were a bit staggering from the four shots of alcohol you took.

“Hey chill out we were dancing and having a good time!” The guy slurs his words. You started to sober up slightly at the sight of Zion’s muscles in his jawline clenching on and off his knuckles turning ghostly white as he holds in every excuse to lay this guy out with his fists. His face almost beat red.

“Have a good time with someone else not her” Zion excuses the both of you guys away from him and into a quieter location, closing the door behind him Zion let’s out a groan of frustration as his fingers roam through the tangles of his dreads. “What the fuck was that y/n?!” Zion yells but not too aggressive because even though he’s mad at you, you’re still his baby and he’ll never disrespect you.

“What ? I can’t have fun? I mean I’m not your official girl anyways” you slur your truth with hidden sarcasm. You were tipsy and when you’re tipsy the truth comes out. And in the back of your mind you knew once the truth came out things were going to change.

“Y/n what the fuck are you talking about? , of course you are my girl mamas” his tone of voice changes obviously struck by your words, not wanting to look into his eyes with your glassy eyes, you turn your head, not even batting an eye at him, you just couldn’t your heart shattered even thinking of telling him how you felt.

“No I’m not Zion” you choke at your first sentence “I’m your friend, you know the girl who hangs out with you occasionally and comes in your Instagram lives, I’m the girl you say ‘Nah she’s the homie’ I’m not your fucking girl Zion, and it’s been that way for half a goddamn year!” You bark at him, Zion tries to reach for your hands but falls short as you pull them away from his reach “ if you don’t wanna be with me tell me. If you’re embarrassed by me tell me. Fucking give me something I’m tired of being your unofficial girl” you wipe your tears heading straight for the door but Zion blocks it.

“Wait Mamas listen,” his words fall short trying to bite back the tears, his whole world crashing down in front of his eyes “i couldn’t be so fucking proud to have you as my girlfriend, you don’t understand how happy I am to hold you in my arms every fucking day, how proud I am to have you in the studio with me because that’s the only way I can work faster, babygirl you are everything and more I’ve ever needed”

“Zion this secrecy is making me feel like I’m not good enough” your voice cracks filling the room up with icy cold tension. You’re trying so hard to stop crying but you can’t, all the bottled up feelings are just slipping through the cracks. Zion rapidly walks over to you to hold you in his arms. Your brain wants to push him off,but your heart wants to be held until your cries muffled into the music in the background. His slender golden fingers hold the back of your head while the other tightly on your lower back.

“I deserve more Zion, but I don’t wanna pressure you dear, but I’m tired, I’m tired” you speak into his trashed denim jacket. You pull out of his embrace. Walking towards the door, leaving Zion in the room with his thoughts. Passing by nick and Brandon as you wiped your tears, hearing their cries of your names just makes you regret even coming to this party in the first place. The guy you danced with earlier snatches your wrist in a halt just as you were about to grab the door knob, this day just couldn’t get anymore hetic you thought.

“Babygirl.. did he make you cry?” His eyebrows knit up in a bunch, you stumble over the cups placed on the floor snatching your arms at of the young man’s grasp not before you feel an arm around your shoulder engulfing your body into his chest. “Don’t touch her got that? She doesn’t belong to you” he grits his teeth, spitting the poison out on him “oh but she belongs to you?” The guy questions trying to provoke a fight with Zion.

“She doesn’t belong to anyone she’s her own woman, but we are dating and I don’t appreciate anyone treating her less than what she is, so if you want all your bones to be intact and still have teeth to eat with tomorrow I suggest you back the fuck up” your eyes look up at the flushed pinked tint that was painted across his face the slight flinch of his muscles in his jawline.

“Can we leave please?” You plead to him and instantly he grabbed your hand taking you out the party. The ride home was slient. So many things were going on, bottled up emotions were spilled and you just thought to yourself how awkward this would be in the morning. Zion opens the door for you following right after you in the cold house. Taking off your boots you curl up on the bed shaking as the goosebumps multipled on your skin. Zion walks over to you throwing the covers over your body tucking you in like a parent to a kid.

“Can we talk about this?” Zion says breaking the ice, letting out a choked hoarse sigh

“I’m afraid too” you speak barely above a whisper hoping he didn’t catch it.

“Well then listen to me” Zion grabs your legs placing them on his thighs so his fingers hook under your calves “ I’ve never been this deep in love, everytime I get really deep into a relationship something always fucks it up, and I didn’t want anything or anyone to break us up hence why I’ve been hiding us. Specially from the media. It’s a dog eats dog world out there mamas” his fingers tapping on your now timid skin “and I don’t want you to be hurt because of my job, or those whom support and love me, their opinions won’t matter to me I don’t give a shit but I don’t want you hurt babygirl I love your smiles earlier in the morning,” Zion chokes up “ I wanna keep seeing the crinkle in your nose as you curse the sun for being bright, have you re-twisting my dreads, your sudden outbursts of Disney soundtracks”

“I cherish all that shit mamas” Zion finishes like a heavy weight was lifted off his shoulder.

Your eyes begin to soften at how raw Zion is being right now. Zion was never the type to show his cards on the table. Everyone knew this. But seeing him fold like a deck of cards really breaks your heart. “I love our date nights where we just watch movies or play board games, cause it’s just us and no one to interrupt us or tell us how to love each other, but it seems I’ve hurt you more this way instead of the other way I was trying to protect you from. I’m sorry mamas” his Cinderella glass slipper eyes lays upon yours, shattering you into pieces

You never thought how hard it’s been on him to hide all of this or his reasons. You lean over to him placing your head on his chest. Playing with his fingertips. “It’s okay Zion, I understand now, I’m sorry for blowing up on you” his lips pressed on your head while his fingers caressed your waist. Your eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier before you could even hear his response. You dozed off, all the tears and alcohol felt like a melatonin. Zion took this opportunity to sneak a picture of his view to post on Instagram for the world to see. Showing you off was something he always dreamed off and right now seemed like the perfect time. “No mamas I’m sorry, but I’ll show you better than I can say it”

The next morning you woke up to your phone constantly blowing up by notifications, frowning you grab your phone deciding to put it on do not disturb until you see prettymuch fan account names liking and commenting on your posts, taking you on stories, your twitter was blowing up. Opening up Instagram you see Zion has tagged you in a post, smiling at his efforts you like the picture.

130,468 likes

zionkuwonu: I'll never diss you and I'll kiss you on your little pearl.

Maybe the talk needed to happen to move onto bigger things, before you could repost it to your story, The door swings up with Zion smiling bigger than his heart holding a teddy bear in one hand and roses and a self care basket the other. Sitting up against the headboard you accept them feeling the water build up in your eyes. “You’re right mamas, you deserve more” he leans over laying soft pecks against your lips. “And I will always give you more” his lips connect to yours again.

“So face mask night and a movie?” You squeak caressing his jawline

“It’s whatever you want to do babygirl” he mumbles, before taking another picture of you with the gifts.

You were now his official girl.

[lemonadetyler]

your dad catches you and peter

pairing: peter parker x stark! reader

type: smut // headcanon

a/n: send me an ask to join the tag list below!!

- let’s get one thing straight; you & peter stay being freaks in the sheets. like yall WILD wild

- daddy kink? role playing? choking? y’all fuck with it all.

- so you guys are kicking it in stark tower one day, where u both live.

- everyone knows yall date & tony tried to keep you guys from being alone but eventually he just gave it up

- kids, amiright

- you did go to pepper once things started to pick up between you & peter & asked for birth control

- “if u tell your dad i did this for u, we’re both dead.” pepper told you after handing you the birth control. point is, always practice safe sex kiddos.

- so back to u & peter chillin. you guys just cuddling, watching netflix, doing yo thang u know how it be.

- “you’re so beautiful.” peter tells you as he stares down at you. you’re basically curled up into his body.

- “peter i wanna kiss.” you say all innocent like.

- “that’s very demanding of u.” peter jokes.

- “peterrrrrr.”

- “fine.” peter plants one prude fuckin kiss in your nose like this shit just a game.

- “that’s all i get?”

- “you want more?” peter asks with a smirk.

- “yes, daddy.” now you’re crawling into his lap, positioning yourself at eye level and leaning your head in to meet his.

- peter, even for how rough he can be in bed, is always the most gentle kisser.

- peter moves at the last minute and rubs your nose against yours. cute? yes. what you wanted? not at all.

- “an eskimo kiss? really peter?” bitch really thinks he slick.

- “you’re gonna have to tell me exactly what you want, babygirl,” peter tells u, knowing damn well you want that vitamin d.

- “i want you to fuck me hard, daddy.”

- “yes, ma’am.” peter replies like the nerd he is.

- peter snakes his hand into your underwear. you didn’t have any pants on because we all know pants are for cowards. don’t wear pants. ever.

- anywho

- peter is being so tender & gently rubbing your clit with his thumb, flicking it back and forth between his thumb & pointer finger

- you’re very slowly moving up and down on his hand while still straddling his lap. peter puts his free hand on your waist with a grip so hard it’s sure to leave bruises. your eyes are closed, you’re biting your lip like your fuckin bella from twilight.

- peter cant take his eyes off of your face as you move up and down in ecstasy because of how good his fingers make u feel. you open your eyes and meet his gaze. his big puppy brown eyes are glued on you and sexy you look

- “feel good, babygirl?”

- you’re just a moaning mess & can’t even respond. peter kisses you deeply & just agh this man will be the death of me.

- “peter i’m gonna come” you say as you approach your edge, prompting peter to pull his fingers out from your panties.

- “you’re not coming until i’m in that lil pussy”

- goddamn yes sir whatever u want

- peter is pulling his hard cock out of his pants. you spread the precum spewing out of his tip around & spit on the head a few times while slowly jerking him off. with you still on peter’s lap, he slides into you excruciatingly slow.

- “peter i’m begging you to speed up.”

- “but i love it when you beg.”

- YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD SAY SOMETHING ABOUT HIS ATTITUDE BC QUITE FRANKLY IVE HAD ENOUGH BUT HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO FUCK SO WE GOIN LET IT SLIDE THIS ONE TIME

- peter is fucking u so good, hitting your clit hard every time he carefully moves in & out of u. each thrust is slow & thought out. you’re in agony as you sit on peters lap while he fucks you hopelessly.

- “daddy,” you whimper.

- “what do you need, babygirl?”

- “i need to come, daddy.”

- “you want to come with my cock buried in that pretty little pussy of yours?”

- you moan in response. how is this man so composed, you look MESSY. all of a sudden peter hits your g spot HARD.

- “daddy!” u scream, way too loud.

- peter’s hand quickly covers your mouth as he continues fucking u.

- “get the hell off my daughter.” your dad calmly tells peter.

- oh fucking shit. didn’t even hear him come in. what did i just do. holy hell

- y’all just sitting there in shock

- peter is still inside you

- so that’s not good

- “peter you have 10 seconds to get out of stark tower before i kill you.”

- peter didn’t even fuck with the door or walking by mr. stark. he was out the window in 5 seconds flat

- “and you-“ your dad points to you. “get decent, come talk to me then.”

- well shit

- so u put lots of clothes on

- lookin like a fuckin nun

- feeling the holy spirit corse through you

- you are reborn a child of god

- no fucking the spiderman for you

- nope. uh uh.

- “y/n.” your dad approaches you when you step out of your room.

- “who gave you permission to do anything of that kind?” your dad asks you.

- you look around. ALL of the Avengers + Pepper are there staring at y’all

- cool 🙃

- “tony what is going on?” pepper asks, the first out of the group to speak.

- “yeah i don’t understand what’s happening.” natasha interjects

- “y/n here thinks it’s okay to just go around having sex with peter whenever & wherever she please.”

- “tony!” pepper yells at him.

- “what?” tony replies defensively

- “y/n is a young woman, that is her business.” pepper defends you.

- “the whole group don’t need to know. that’s just embarrassing for y/n.” natasha tells your dad. your race was tomato red.

- “my little girl was calling peter parker ‘daddy!’” tony yells back

- WHAT THE FUCK, DAD

- & THE FACE THAT STEVE & BUCKY MAKE AT EACH OTHER. THEY DID NOT WANT TO THAT INFORMATION EITHER

- “who let you think this is okay? with no protection?” your dad yells at you

- YIKES SIS REALLY DONT KNOW

- “i let her.” pepper speaks up. “i’ve been giving her birth control.”

- BIG OOF

- “what?” tony asks all confused like the dumb bitch he be sometimes

- “tony,” pepper says tryna calm him down. “y/n is __ years old. she is responsible enough for this.”

- “wow, okay, fine. anyone not think i’m crazy?” tony asks the group.

- “tony this is completely inappropriate.” natasha says, stepping closer to tony, a lil threatening.

- “steve?” tony asks, tryna get pry those morals out of him.

- “i think y/n can figure this one out.” steve replies

- OH SHIT SIS SNAPPED GET FUCKED

- “y/n, just go to your room.” your dad tells you defeated. “& next time you & peter... do stuff... lock the damn door.”

- & with that, you outtie. you go back into your room, sitting on your bed, taking it all in

- “is he gone?” peter pokes his head in through your window.

- “peter!” you exclaim.

- he climbs in & u meet him with a kiss.

- “what’d he say?” peter asks you

- “i’ll tell you later.” you tell him.

- this time, you lock the door.

tag list: @smilexcaptainx @just-an-average-nerd @mstoomanynames

[themoonandotherslikeit]

Back to You- Chapter 3

*REQUEST by UKgirl71

On a case, Sam Winchester saw a friend that he hadn’t seen in over ten years, Freya Scott. Freya was a blonde, fiery hunter with a serious skill set. The couple quickly realize how good they are for each other, in cases and life. With her, Sam starts to remember the possibilities he has outside of hunting, but when an accident rips them apart, will Sam ever be able to love anyone again? Will he be able to make it back to her?

Chapter Three, Someone Worth Having

Sam

"Pass the chips."

I glanced in the backseat at Freya who was leaning forward between us, grabbing for the chips in Deans lap.

"Back off, handsy." He said, slapping her hand away, his eyes never leaving the road. "Sammy, I think your girl wants me."

"I'm not his girl." "She's not my girl." We said at the same time.

"Uh huh."

"So did you two just kidnap me, or is there actually a case?" Freya asked, sounding bored.

"There's a case." I said, clearing my throat awkwardly. I handed her the newspaper article.

"You guys still pick up cases from the news papers?" Freya laughed, shaking her head. "It's all online now, boys. Get with the times." Her eyes skimmed the article. "Okay, so guy gets killed and neighbor swears she saw the mans wife go into the house shortly before the time of death." Her eyes flickered to mine in the rear view mirror. "And the wife's been dead for six months."

"Sounds like our kind of thing." Dean said smoothly.

"Nothing gets passed you, does it?" Freya laughed, folding up the newspaper. "Any info on the dead wife?"

"She died of cancer." I said nonchalantly.

"Hmm. Could be a spirit, I suppose, but why not just pop up in the house? Ghosts don't exactly use the front door."

"Revenant?"

"Possibly." She said with a shrug. "Guess we will just have to wait to find out. How much longer do we have? Tryin to decide if I should catch some shut eye. I always have to drive on the road, downside to hunting alone."

"A few hours." I said.

"Rest easy." Dean said, eyeing her in the rear view mirror.

She rolled her eyes, slid on her sunglasses, and put in her headphones. They were so loud that we could hear her music.

After about twenty minutes Dean cleared his throat. "Yo, Blondie. Aye, can you hear me?"

She didn't stir.

"Man leave her alone."

"I want to leave her alone, trust me. Just makin sure she's asleep before I ask for the dirt." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You didn't come for a drink last night. Don't tell me you went..." He snorted. "Out to eat."

"Christ, Dean!"

"What?" He was cackling. It took him a second to contain himself before he continued. "You don't exactly stay overnight with women often, Sammy."

"Yeah, I know that." She isn't just some woman.

"So?"

"So what? You need a play by play?"

"Uh yeah. I sure as shit do. Sexy, mysterious, badass blonde from your past shows up and you get her in bed on the first night. Does she have a complex, or what?"

"You're an ass." I could feel my cheeks heat up. Damn, Sam, fuckin cool it.

"You know, I think I remember her Dad. I was on that case with them. He was a bad motherfucker."

"So is she." I said smoothly.

"Yeah, I'm seein that." Dean eyed me. "Not tryin to pry, Sam. We just usually don't bring chicks along with us."

"You invited her."

"Well yeah, dude. She's a hunter and she was practically undressing you with her eyes the whole case. I'm a great wingman."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't need a wingman."

"That's pretty obvious." My big brother grinned. "So... is she the one who took your precious flower?"

"Excuse me?"

Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "You know what I mean. Does she hold your V-Card?"

I groaned and sunk in my seat. "Just drive, dude."

10 Years Ago

"So where are we going?" I asked Freya, trying to keep up with her, my lips still tingling from her kiss.

"You don't know how to go with the flow do you, Kansas?" She turned back to me with a wide grin.

"Not really." I admitted.

She laughed and shook her head. "Then you must really hate hunting. I feel like it's all by the seat of your pants."

"That's an understatement." I laughed dryly.

"I was thinking about sneaking into a movie. You in?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

We walked side by side, my eyes locked on her hand swinging by her side. Just do it. She kissed you! She obviously likes you. Just man up. Hold her hand. Dean would do it.

My pep talk wasn't taking me far, and I was mentally kicking myself for it. What's wrong with me?

We made our way to the movie theatre and hung by the back door. A movie was just letting out, and Freya slipped in behind a mother who was chasing her young child out the door. "Get back here!" She said desperately.

"Score." Freya murmured, grabbing the door. "After you."

I waltzed in through the door like I belonged there.

She looked like she belonged there as she walked past the theatres. "Ooh, yes!" She said, swooping out a large popcorn container out of the trash, and a cup.

"What're you doing?"

"Watch and learn." She grinned at me before walking to the concession stand.

"How can I help you?"

"I was hoping I could get a refill on my popcorn and drink."

"Of course, mam!"

"Is there any way we can get a new container?" She asked sheepishly. "My boyfriend dropped it on the way into the theatre and its been on the floor... we already cleaned up the spill. I'm so embarrassed." She covered her face like she was hiding a blush.

I knew my cheeks were hot, too, the moment she said boyfriend.

"I'm a klutz." I shrugged.

"Sure thing, mam. What would you like to drink?"

"Dr. Pepper." She said brightly, moving her hands from her face.

"You're an evil genius." I said, as we settled into our seats.

"It's a gift." She exclaimed, tossing a piece of popcorn and catching it in her mouth effortlessly. "Your turn." She said, tossing one to me.

I missed it by a mile. It hit my cheek and bounced off. I scratched my head. "Guess I wasn't joking about the klutz thing."

"It's cute." She murmured. "Hey, you have some butter..." She ran her thumb over my cheek and the slid it into her mouth. I swallowed hard, and leaned forward, swiftly pressing my lips to hers again in a soft kiss.

Freya

I stretched as we pulled up to our new digs for the night. "I'll grab the rooms." I said, tossing my legs out. "I need to change before we do the whole FBI Schtick."

"Sure." Sam and Dean shrugged.

I went into the motel and flashed my fake credit card. "Two rooms. One queen is fine in one and two fulls in the other, please."

I waited as she ran my card, tapping my nails against the counter. I sometimes wondered what it'd be like to be FBI for real. To be put up in a hotel that wasn't covered in taxidermy, or cowboy figurines.

"Here you go, Miss." She said, handing me the two keycards. "Thanks so much." I flashed her an award winning smile, before walking back out to the car. "Here ya go." I tossed the boys their key. "Don't worry, I got you a single so you can snuggle." I winked at them before grabbing my bag.

"Can I help?" Sam asked, eyeing my bag.

"I'm good." I said quickly, not even considering that he may just want some more alone time with me. He looked a little disappointed before I met his eyes with a wink. There would definitely be a repeat of last night if I had anything to say about it, but I knew if I brought that up now, Dean would be even weirder than he already was, and I didn't imagine that'd be helpful on a case.

"I'm going to get into my FBI gear, you boys meet me out here in fifteen?"

"You got it." Dean said, dramatically saluting me.

"God you're weird." I laughed, my eyes lingering on Sam, before I turned to my motel room.

Skinny slacks, nude heels, low cut blouse, open blazer, and lipstick. I fluffed my hair and stared at myself in the mirror. People always said sex made your skin look ten years younger. That sex makes you glow. Well, fuck, I was definitely glowing. I powdered my cheeks again and met the boys in the parking lot.

"Hey, nerds." I said, hiding behind my aviators.

"Woah, blondie. What's up with the heels. Not exactly easy to hunt in?"

"Dean, clueless as ever." I smiled tapping my heel. "The end is pure silver. Cute and practical." I grinned widely.

"Genius." Sam said. Poor guy had puppy dog eyes.

Poor me, because I was eating it up.

"Where are we headed first?"

"Morgue?"

"To look at the man, or his dead wifey?" I wiggled my eyebrows at the boys.

"She's been dead six months, Frey." Sams eyebrows came together. "I don't think she will be in the morgue."

"Exactly. If she's a Revenant then she won't be in her hole in the ground. So Rock Paper Scissors? Loser has to check the grave site?"

Dean groaned. "I fucking hate this game."

"Boo hoo! Didn't know big brother Winchester was such a cry baby." I teased.

Sam grinned back at me. "I'll bite." He said, holding out his hands to start the game.

"Rock, paper, scissors." The three of us chanted.

Dean groaned. "Fuck me, man."

"No thanks." I grinned. "Guess you've got grave duty, Sam, and I will check out the morgue."

"Cheater." Dean hissed, before he winked at Sam.

I quirked an eyebrow. Maybe he fudged the game so we could go alone together. I smirked. Sucker.

Sam and I went to the morgue, and flashed our badges. "What do you know?" I asked, my heels clicking on the cold floors of the morgue.

"Heart was eaten right out of his chest, and with how the blood is pooling...he was love when it happened." The mortician said, lifting the blanket off of the body. "We suspect an animal attack."

"Hm." Sam said. "Can I see the report?"

"Of course." The man handed him the folder.

I pulled a glove out of my pocket and slid my hand into it. I closely examined the bites. They didn't look like werewolf bites. The heart was gone, but there was something about the teeth marks. They looked almost human.

"Can you give us a second?" I looked up at the mortician sweetly.

He shrugged. "Yeah, I'll go ahead and have a smoke break. Take your time."

The door swung shut behind him.

"There are three other Vic's with the same MO." Sam said, flipping through the chart. "All of their hearts were gone."

"I know what you're thinking," I said slowly, "But keep your mind open."

"Okay. What do you have?"

"I don't think it was a werewolf. I think it was a Ghoul."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "A Ghoul? They don't feed on living flesh."

"Not usually." I said, gesturing for him to come over. "But look at these bites, Sam. These aren't werewolf teeth. There's no clawing... not like what we would usually see, and the neighbor saw his wife. I know they don't usually eat on live flesh, but what if this time they are."

He looked from the corpse up to my face. "Yeah, okay. I'm in. What's our next move?"

"Hunt the motherfucker down." I grinned widely. Maybe having hunting buddies wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Dean, what do you have?" Sam asked, clicking the phone on speaker.

"A whole bag of nothin, Sammy. The body is gone. Fuckin gone, man. Maybe shes a Revenant after all."

Sam and I locked eyes. Maybe this wouldn't be as cut and dry as we thought. I sighed. "Back to square one?"

"Not quite." Sam said slowly. "Meet us back at the motel in twenty, Dean."

"Yeah, sure Sammy. Let me just rebury this grave and skip along back to you. Yeah, fuck off man. You'll see me when you see me." Click.

"Man, he's in a bad mood." I frowned.

Sam shrugged. "He always loses Rock Paper Scissors. He turned toward me with an award winning smile, his dimples poking little craters in his cheek. His smile was infectious, I couldn't help but give in to the tugging at the corner of my own mouth to meet his bright grin with my own.

5 Years Later

"So," I watched at Sam, as I walked backwards in the snow. "What was she like?"

"Who?"

"The girl you lost. Freya, the love of your life." I said dramatically. I didn't know why I wanted to know. Maybe it was his sad puppy dog eyes. Maybe I just wanted to know what kind of girl he was into.

"She was... she was amazing. She was brilliant, fast, strong.. beautiful."

"And you thought I looked like her." I murmured. "That's quite the compliment."

He smiled sadly to himself.

"What else?"

"She was... she was a terrible cook." He laughed, his breath materializing in front of him in a puff of white. " I was always the one cooking, but I didn't really mind. She only knew how to make macaroni and cheese, and even then, the pasta was always undercooked."

"How'd you meet?"

"We were young. In high school, but we were apart for ten years and reconnected... guess we just keep doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh.. nothing." He smiled widely. "Tell me about yourself, Maddie. How long have you lived in New York?"

"My whole life." I said with a wide smile. "I love it."

"You don't have a boyfriend?"

"No." I laughed shaking my head. "Not in the cards. No one has ever felt... right."

Sam nodded knowingly. "I completely get that."

"It's hard to find something worth having."

I didn't realize I'd stopped walking until he was right in front of me, our warm breath mingling together in the cold air. He wiped a snowflake off my cheek gently, like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Hard." He agreed, softly. "But not impossible."

There was an intensity about him that I didn't expect. Maybe he was a poet, or a playwright. They were always coming to the city for their big break. They were tortured souls. There was something behind Sam's eyes that told me he'd seen his fair share of torture already. "Where are you from, Sam?"

"Kansas." He said softly.

I smiled to myself. "Well, Toto, you aren't in Kansas anymore."

He forced a smile, and I took his gloved hand in mine. "Come on, Kansas. No sense in staying out in the snow. Let's go get that Thai. I'm starving."

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Chapter Four

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It Lives in the Woods Diamond Scene: Stacy

Stacy: Seriously? You: I mean… no pressure, but telling someone might make you feel better. You: And I promise I won’t judge you. Stacy: …Okay, fine. But if you tell anyone… You: I won’t, pinkie swear. You hold your pinkie finger out to Stacy. She looks at it in surprise, but slowly she breaks into a smile, wrapping her pinkie around yours. Stacy: Haha, okay. Stacy: It was like… mid-June, and Britney’s parents were out of town…

Now playing as Stacy. A wave of thumping bass hits you as you step into Britney’s house. Stacy: (Okay… half hour of mingling, an hour or so of dancing, make sure I say hi to the birthday girl… home before eleven thirty.) Ben: Yo! Stacy! You spot Ben, the captain of the basketball team, waving at you from the kitchen. Stacy: Hey! Ben: Was wondering if you were gonna show up. Stacy: Gotta be fashionably late, right? Ben: For sure. And, can I say, it was definitely worth the wait. You’re lookin’ hot tonight. You blush, giving Ben a playful shove. Stacy: Flatterer. Stacy: Have you seen Brit? I should say hi, since it’s her party and all… Ben: Last I saw, she went… that-a-way. But you can find her later, right?

Stacy: Don’t worry… -I’ll definitely be back.

You walk off in the direction Ben pointed. He calls out after you… Ben: I’m holding you to that!

-I’ll probably see you around.

You walk off in the direction Ben pointed. He calls out after you… Ben: This hard-to-get thing just makes me want you more!

Waving to Ben, you make your way through the party until you spot Britney talking to some other girls by the couch. Britney: Can you believe it? Lina can’t even hold a handstand on her own, and she’s still higher up on the pyramid than me! Jocelyn: But she’s, like, ninety pounds. Don’t they put heavier people on the bottom? Britney: Um, did you just call me heavy?! Jocelyn: Uh… it’s probably all muscle? Britney: Whatever. I’ll be on top someday if it kills me. I mean, I’m the only person on that squad with any actual talent.

Stacy: Britney… -You’re totally out of line!

Britney whirls around, her eyes going wide as she sees you. Britney: Stacy! You’re here! I mean-- Britney: You’re so right. I’m sorry. I’m just, like, really frustrated and I got carried away. Stacy: That’s no excuse for badmouthing your teammates. Britney: I know. It won’t happen again. Promise.

-Do you actually think that?!

Britney whirls around, her eyes going wide as she sees you. Britney: Stacy! You’re here! I mean-- Britney: Of course I didn’t mean any of that. I was just joking! Stacy: That wasn’t a very nice joke, Britney. Britney: You’re so right, and I’m really sorry. You know everyone on the squad is like a sister to me.

The other girls start to giggle. You see a brief flash of anger cross Britney’s face before she covers it up with a forced smile. Britney: Um, I’m really glad you could come, Stacy! I thought Mayor Mom didn’t approve of partying. Stacy: She’s at some fundraiser, benefit, conference, whatever until late. She won’t even notice I was gone. Britney: Why even bother? I mean, everyone knows she’s gonna win, again. Jocelyn: She’s got my vote! I like the way she says ‘filibuster.’ Stacy: Ugh, she’d better win. Then she can tuck the campaign monster away for another eight years or so. Britney: Jeez, sounds like your mom’s a real hardass. Stacy: No no, that came out totally wrong. She’s just really passionate, you know? She wants to make Westchester the best it can be. Britney: Oh yeah, totally. Jocelyn: Ooooh, I love this song! Let’s go dance! Stacy: Sure! I can only stay for a little while, though. Britney: Well, then let’s make this dance count…

A couple hours later, you’re still laughing and shimmying on the dance floor. Stacy: Woooooo! Britney: Check this out! Britney does a slow body roll, shooting a coy look at some guy across the room.

Stacy: Oh yeah? -Dance silly!

You start running in place, pumping your arms to the beat! Jocelyn: Hahahahahaha! Ohmygod, Stace!

-Dance sexy!

You drop down low, whipping your ponytail in a circle as you bounce back up again! Jocelyn: Yaaaaaasssss! Get it Stace!

Britney: Yeah, party girl! Aren’t you glad you stayed? Stacy: Huh? You glance at your watch, realising it’s almost midnight! Stacy: Ack! I need to get home… Mom’s gonna kill me! Jocelyn: Aww, boo. I like Party Stacy. Grabbing your purse, you wave to Britney and start heading for the door… On your way out, you spot Ben talking to Cody by the stairs. You head over to say goodbye… but pause when you hear Ben say your name. Ben: So, Stacy’s single, right? Cody: Pretty sure. You into her? Ben: Maybe… Stacy: … You inch a little closer, staying out of sight. Cody: Fair warning, Stacy’s chill but her mom is a beast. I hear she does a background check on anyone who tried to date her daughter. Ben: Who said anything about ‘dating’? Girl’s crazy hot, sure, but she’s also… you know. Cody: What, stuck-up? Total stick in the mud? Ben: Right? I could never date someone that boring. I need a girl who knows how to have fun. Stacy: (Boring…?) You turn, vision blurring with tears as Ben and Cody’s laughter rings in your ears. Rushing toward the back door, you run right into Britney. Britney: Hey! Watch it, you… wait, Stace? What happened? Stacy: N-nothing. I’m fine. Have f-fun with the rest of your party. Britney: Oh no you don’t. Come on, let’s go somewhere private…

Britney shepherds you into her room and shuts the door. You sit down on her bed, trying to wipe away tears without smudging your makeup. Britney: Okay, spill. What happened down there? Stacy: I told you, it’s n-nothing… Britney: Okay, it’s obviously not nothing, but keep pretending if you want. I’ll wait. Britney sits down at her makeup table and starts playing a game on her phone. Stacy: Hey, Britney… Britney: Hm?

Stacy: Be honest… -Do people think I’m boring?

Britney: Okay… you totally didn’t hear this form me, but… Stacy: But what? Britney: Buuuuuuut let’s just say ‘Miss Perfect’ is one of the nicer nicknames you’ve picked up.

-Is Ben a jerk, or is it just me?

Britney: Oh, he’s definitely a jerk. I thought everyone knew that. Britney: Why? What’d he do? Stacy: Just… said some mean stuff when he thought I couldn’t hear.

You look down at your shoes. Britney: Hey, who cares what other people think, right? Britney: You’re captain of the cheer squad, and your mom’s the mayor! You’ve got, like, the perfect life! Stacy: No I don’t! I hate my life! Britney looks up from her phone, mouth hanging open in shock. You keep talking, words pouring out of you in a rush. Stacy: Everyone thinks we’re this perfect little family because that’s what Mayor Mom needs us to be… but it’s all fake! Stacy: Mom and Dad hate each other. They’re both having affairs, and they don’t even try to hide it from me! Britney: No way… Stacy: Every night’s this big screaming match between them… except for the nights they’re screaming at me for putting one toe out of line. You start crying again, letting your head drop into your hands. Stacy: I’m so tired of having to be the mayor’s perfect daughter every freaking second of every freaking day, when she doesn’t even care about me… The bed rocks as Britney sits down next to you, pulling you into a one-armed hug. Britney: That really, super sucks, Stacy. I had no idea your mom was that bad. Stacy: Nobody does. If they did, she’d be out of office, like, tomorrow. Stacy: Thanks for listening, Brit. I’m sorry to be such a downer at your party. Britney: Oh, don’t worry about it, Stace. Really…

Now playing as Devon. Stacy trails off, her cheeks flushing slightly as she looks down at the ground. Stacy: The next morning, I woke up to a text from Britney. You: Don’t tell me… Stacy: Yup. She recorded the whole thing on her phone. You: After you confided in her?! That’s just… horrible! Stacy: It really is. Stacy +10 Stacy: But… telling someone about it feels good. I’ve been keeping that bottled up for months. You: I’m glad I could help. You: But… maybe if you told your parents what happened-- Stacy: Devon, are you insane? Dad would ground me for twenty years, and then Mom would murder me! Stacy: If she found out I endangered her campaign? She’d never let me leave the house again. And if that video goes out… Stacy: I can see the headlines now… ‘Mayor’s daughter tells all! Green’s marriage, family, and entire political career a sham!’ You: So you’re just gonna sit back and let Britney take everything from you? Stacy: I’ll… I’ll figure something out. I just don’t know what yet. Stacy trails off as a door opens nearby. Lily emerges from the school, her face wet with tears, and starts walking toward the bus stop. Lily -5 Lily: Snff… You: I’d better go after her… Stacy puts a hand on your shoulder, holding you back. Stacy: No… let me. I’ve stood by too many times when I should’ve been helping her. You: Alright. You hang back, and Stacy hurries to catch up with Lily. Stacy: Lily, wait up! Lily: What, did Britney send you to y-yell at me some more? Stacy: No! I… Lily, I’m so sorry. I… I never wanted you to get hurt. I hate the way those guys treat you. Lily: Then why don’t you say something? Stacy: It’s complicated… and also totally my own fault. If… if you want, maybe I could buy you a cinnamon hot cocoa and explain it all. Stacy: But, you know, I’ll also totally understand if you wanna just tell me to go to hell. You deserve better friends than me. Lily stares at Stacy for a long minute. Then… Lily: …You remembered. Stacy: Huh? Lily +5 Lily: You remembered that cinnamon hot cocoa was my favourite. Stacy smiles, staring to tear up as she and Lily walk toward her car, side by side. You: Good job, Stacy.

[konowhore]

hey! i’m soon going to start stanning ikon. any unhelpful guides or needed information recommended?

hi!!!! I’m so excited for you to start stanning!!! and I’m very sorry but this post is going to be long 😅—————okay, so, a few things you can watch to get to know them is iKON TV, which recently ended. It will help you get to know each of the members well.

They also have a show that is currently airing called iKON’s Heart Racing Thumping Youth Trip, which showcases their trip in Hawaii (I have yet to start it though because I’ve been so busy 😪).

you can also find some unhelpful guides to ikon on YouTube!!!—————here are a few facts about the group in general:

originally known as team b -> team b competed on the show ‘win: who is next’ but lost to team a, who is now known as WINNER

team b consisted of 6 members: kim hanbin, kim jiwon, kim jinhwan, song yunhyeong, kim donghyuk, and koo junhoe (yunhyeong and donghyuk were more recently added members by the time they were on ‘win: who is next’

team b was put on another survival show with three other trainees called ‘mix and match’ to see which 7 trainees would be able to debut as iKON

jinhwan, hanbin, and jiwon were set members of iKON

the three new trainees were yang hongseok, jung jinhyeong, and jung chanwoo

the original six members + chanwoo would eventually become iKON! (I believe hongseok and jinhyeong had to leave yg after?)

hongseok is now in Pentagon and jinhyeong is doing solo activities

recently started a world tour

their albums include: welcome back (first half), welcome back EP, single collection, new kids: begin, return

their new mini-album, new kids: continue, will be out on August 2!!—————and I guess I could give you a sort of unhelpful guide??

kim jinhwan:stage name is jay 1994oldestmain vocalwine momshort (5’ 5” / 165 cm) gets teased by the other members a lot for his height 😂looks like a cinnamon roll sometimes, but can kill youwants to be sexy 24/7narcissistic can speak Korean, English, Japanese, Chinese, and a little Filipino quote(s):“let’s get f…ed up”“beat thE DROP YO”

song yunhyeong: stage name is song1995lead vocalvisual“dancing king”cooks for the members old school corny jokes and puns one of the neatest memberslikes things cleangets offended easily; doesn’t like to be made fun oflikes to tease the others though quote(s):“hello children~!” *waves*“let’s have fun tonight~”

kim jiwon:stage name is bobby1995main rapper born in Korea but grew up in Virginia the strongest in the group loves his Winnie the Pooh plushie basically the mood makertries to make everybody feel comfortable won smtm 3awkward with junhoe plays computer gamesvery chill is a meme quote(s):“…..iCe CrEaM” (this is just s lyrics because skdnsnsn)*insert gunshot noises while the guys go ‘doomba doomba’*

kim hanbin:stage name is b.i1996leaderlead rapper composes and produces iKON’s songseven helped with composing other songs like blackpink’s whistlevery charismatichas a little sister hanbyulcares about his members and wants them to do wellparticipated in smtm 3 with bobby but was eliminated quote(s):“nice tiMING!!!”“yaHOO”“despatito”“chanwoo!! jUnG cHaNwOOyAH”

kim donghyuk:stage name is dk1997main dancervocalfriendly and kind-hearted his reactions are PRICELESShis dancing is honestly so fluid and powerful and full of emotion out of all yg artists, yg’s daughter chose donghyuk as her favorite was an exchange student in Americacan speak English apparently he’s crazy for wine quote(s):“eoNEULBAMEUN rEADY TO DIE YEAH”

koo junhoe:stage name is ju-ne (because nobody can ever pronounce his actual name right)1997main vocal confident about himselfloud/noise pollutionconstantly singing bruce lee impressionimpressions in generalawkward with bobby (nobody really knows why?¿)very very sassyquote(s):“wazAHH”“blackpinK in your aREaHH~”“unbelievable”“jU-NE”

jung chanwoo:stage name is chan1998vocal maknaewas a child actor and modelfriends with chani from sf9 and moonbin from astro savage as hellyunhyeong’s twin monster one of the tallest members in the group alongside junhoe dimples!!! likes to tease the older members, mostly jinhwan and yunhyeong also plays computer games (more than bobby tho)future rapper 🤧quote(s):“chanwoo didn’t say nothing”“future” *insert chanwoo’s smile*“eEEeeehEeeeEH”—————unhelpful(?) facts:extra as fuck (every group is extra but….. please I can’t even with them they once embarrassed themselves at an award show when psy was performing 🤦🏻‍♀️)

dance!! kings!!!

have songs of different styles for everyone to enjoy

once got told to be quiet by their neighbor when they still lived in one dorm together and we’re celebrating 300 days as iKON

all decided to do the shoot dance for chanwoo’s part in Love Scenario for one stage

will sell each other’s souls for free food

covered ‘up and down’ by exid (it was ikonic if I do say so myself 😉)

humble and considerate kings!! did not take off their shirts, wore leggings under their skirts when they performed, and even had the show start at a certain time so their fans could pray in Malaysia for Muslim iKONICsliterally… nobody calls them by their stage names except for maybe bobby and ju-ne—————thanks for reading this far if you did 😅

[jejublr]

boyfriend!vernon

A/N: Here’s the bf!Vernon anon requested! Now that I’ve written this, dating Vernon seems like a lot of fun! But I still see him as the best friend type lol. I hope you guys enjoy!! ^^

dating vernon feels like dating your best friend

and I do think you have to be a best friend to him first and establish strong trust before he could have any romantic attraction towards you

but once you reach that point, dating vernon is pretty chill

I’m going to use the word “chill” a lot in this post so pls bare with me

the type to have a date in the practice room, lying down and talking about pointless stuff

“dude, remember he man? I miss he man.”

“ew wtf dude.”

jamming to J.Cole and Kendrick Lamar

he would get get soft if you fall asleep on his shoulder

CARPOOL KARAOKE

“LAMBORGHINI MERCY”

midnight fast food runs

he loves sending you random memes during the day

“yo y/n check out these memes.”

one time dino saw your texts to each other and he got very confused

late night walks where you just walk aimlessly just to spend time with each other

I can see him liking rooftop dates where you just stare off the distance and watch the sunrise/sunset/stars in silence as he holds your hand

also video game date nights where you’d order pizza and just chill

being the brave one between the two of you

you have no choice in this one, bruh

which gets funny bc you’ll have to be the one to check under the bed after watching a horror movie and also the one he’d sacrifice when you guys go into the haunted house in amusement parks loll

gets scared if there’s a bug and would tell you to get it

“GET IT AWAY BUT DON’T KILL IT.”

“WHAT THE F*** DO YOU WANT, VERNON. DO IT YOURSELF, THEN.”

planning future trips with him

backpacking through Europe, feeling the sun in the Brazilian coasts; honestly he’d go anywhere as long as it’s with you

conversations that flow really easily bc he never judges

sharing earphones

him giving you music suggestions and seeing his eyes light up when there’s something new he wants you to listen to

getting to know his sister!!! AHH THIS IS THE BEST PART TBH

I think she would be pretty shy at first but when she starts to open up she’ll probably start exposing Vernon lmaoo

“you know, Vernon used to practice asking you out in front of his mirror and it’s weird—“

Vernon: *clasps hand over Sofia’s mouth* “HAHAHAHA nice story but it’s time to go now, Sofia~”

and while he acted all pouty and all, he could feel his heart just expands bc you like each other bc it’s really important for him that his family likes you

looks at you with heart eyes

he gets so soft listening to you talk about things you’re passionate about and you can literally see the fondness in his eyes as you ramble on and on

he doesn’t mind at all

the type to just walk away during a fight

bc while it may hurt you, he does it bc he doesn’t want to say any hurtful thing that he would regret later on

mama raised this one well

brings you little trinkets that reminds him of you when he travels

low key loves it when you wear his snapbacks

not one for pda but he loves doing gestures like tucking your hair or putting his arm around your shoulder

but secretly loves it if you initiate hand holding

awkward silence followed by ugly cackling when he tried to be sexy once

hella tons of inner jokes

Seungkwan loves to pretend to get jealous of your relationship

lmao he kinda is tbh but shh

unlike someone *cough*Jeonghan*cough* Seungkwan is more upfront about about his jealousy nagging

“yah! how long are you guys gonna do this date thing! I want my best friend back!”

“Seungkwan, stop sabotaging my date!!!!”

“You stop sabotaging my friendship!”

loves to third-wheel just to annoy you

which didn’t work bc by the end of the night, you guys are laughing your asses off like best buddies that you are

you don’t even feel bothered with Seungkwan around bc it feels normal

only a little a lot louder compared to if it’s just the two of you

but you know he cares about you two bc you overheard him tell vernon to take care of you

but he also threatened you lol

“if you hurt my best friend, you will feel the wrath of Boo Seungkwan.”

why do I get the image that an angry Seungkwan is a Seungkwan in grandma pants slapping you with that lettuce from ofd

the type to take you out for some fancy dinner date bc he wanna seem $waggy but then forgot that the restaurant only serves reservation

so you guys end up going to some pizza place and get looks from people there bc you were clearly overdressed

but you didn’t care bc Vernon makes the simpliest things seems fun and you wouldn’t be able to stop laughing for the rest of the night

GUMMY SMILES

reassuring him that, yes, he’s enough and is actually more than enough and it’s okay to be different bc different is good and he should stand proud and y’all bc there are millions of people out there who loves him and look up to him

not being very vocal with his feelings at first but that’s okay bc you’re there for the long haul and you won’t force him to tell you if he’s not ready

being the silent supporter behind every failure and success and honestly, he loves you to the moon and back for it

and dating him is more than being chill with each other but also upholding a very high mutual respect bc respect and freedom is some of the most important aspects in his life

and it might not seem like it at first but dating Vernon would be one heck of a ride but you wouldn’t change it for the world

Other Boyfriend!Seventeen

S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | The8 | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

[starlight-parkers]

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

Summary: Just dating Peter… and being Tony’s daughter.

Authors Note: This was highly requested in the comments and I really enjoyed making the last one, so here ya  go! <3

Warning(s): swearing and deadpool (again)

Being Tony Stark’s Daughter and Dating Peter Parker Would Include (Part 2):

•y'all “tis about to get wilD

•you and peter have a stable relationship™

-y'all don’t really fight

-if you do it’s something stupid

-“I CANT BELIEVE YOU ATE THE LAST BROWNIE, THE AUDACITY, I AM DISGUSTED, YOUR BEHAVIOUR IS ATROCIOUS”

-“ I’m lactose intolerant Peter”

-“YOU ARE A TERRIBLE- wait you are?!?!”

-“HAHAHA SIKE” *cue you running away with the last brownie*

•Tony usually mediates your fights.

-he doesn’t want his spiderlings to be sad.

-not good for his representation in the ‘approving dad’ world

-“(Y/N) I suggest you give Peter back his brownie”

-“I ate it”

-*tony giving you the scolding parent look*

-“what do you want me to do? Shit it out?”

-*cap bursts through the door* “LANGUAGE (Y/N)

•peter still uses pickup lines on you

-“my Spidey sense isn’t the only thing that’s tingling”

-“peter do you know what that means?”

-“yes it means I feel all tingly and happy when I’m around you”

-“BOiIi”

-he clearly gets these from Wade

•peter going on dad dates with Tony

-“I can’t believe you remembered our anniversary”

-“I could never forget it Mr Stark”

-“um Peter…you’re dating me?”

-“This is an A B conversation (Y/N) leave”

-your dad and Peter have probably been on more dates with each other than Peter has with you.

•you and peter are always together

-the avengers freak out when you aren’t.

-“WHERE IS THE LOCATION OF BROTHER PETER?? HAS HE JOINED THE DECEASED??? I SHALL AVENGE YEE MAN OF SPIDER”

-“Thor chill… he went to the bathroom”

•Peter always has his hands on you

-whether it’s holding hands, or he’s touching your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist.

-he likes to know that you’re always there.

•hUgS frOm BehInD

-y'all this is the only time Peter feels like he’s the big spoon

-he’ll rest his chin on your head and your back will be pressed to his chest

-aw™

•peter using his height to his advantage

-he’ll hide your things in high places

-so you call for help

-usually ends in you standing on him to get what you want.

•HICKieS yO

-it happened when you first showed Peter your room

-Tony told you to leave the door open but y'all didn’t let that bother you ;)

-“YOU HAVE TAINTED MY YOUNG PETER HE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME”

-“ father why do you not express this concern for me”

-“it’s because you’re the devils spawn”

•finally perfecting that spiderman kiss

-“WE FINALLY DID IT”

-“HELLS YEAH”

-“how do I get down?”

- *cue peter’s web snapping*

•stealing Peter’s clothes

-old and new

-he leaves a sweater at your place?

-BAM it’s yours

-buys a new shirt?

-BaM It’s yours

-he eventually runs out of clothes

-Tony buys him a new wardrobe

•having a meme group chat with Ned

-sending memes about spiderman

-peter regrets introducing you to Ned

•going on dates to the zoo

-Peter taking pictures of you admiring things

-a passerby reports Peter to the security guard for looking like a creep

-your dad has to bail peter out

•whenever peter loses you in a large group of people he always knows how to find you.

-“yo Pete where’s your girlfriend?”

-“hold on one sec” *shakes wallet*

-“DID I HEAR MONEY?!?!”

-“found her”

•spoiling peter bc you're filthy rich and he deserves the world

-“happy birthday baby!!”

-“(Y/N) is that a car???”

-*you smiling uncontrollably*

-”(Y/N) I can’t drive’’

-’’Its a keepsake’’ 

•convincing your dad to take peter on missions.

-instantly regretting it bc peter is a soft boi who needs protection.

-“If you die on this mission, I will kill you”

-updating the suit bc you must protec™

-“I’ve added extra padding to your suit to soften any falls”

-he literally cannot breathe now

•accidentally admitting that Tom Holland is your celebrity crush.

-“but we look exactly alike??”

-“don’t be ridiculous Peter, you look nothing alike”

•dates to museums and science exhibitions

-watching peter nerd out

-v cute™

•going out with Liz and Michelle for girls nights

-peter dropping in on you as part of ‘patrol’

-almost activating ‘instant kill mode’ when a guy talks to you

•you putting on the suit just to talk to Karan

-“am I the only one that thinks Peter smells like avocado? Like does he even eat avocado?”

-“I too have detected this unusual scent Ms Stark”

•Peter freaks tf out when you get sick

-like mental break down freak out

-he googles your symptoms

-which means he always thinks your dying.

-“I DIDNT KNOW WHAT SOUP YOU LIKED SO I BROUGHT ALL OF THEM USING YOUR DADS CREDIT CARDS”

-he brought like 50 tins of soup

-will not let you leave his sight

-“Peter I need to take a dump”

-“I’ll come with you”

•Wade is always crashing your dates

-he thinks you guys are friends

-“Wade will you ever leave us alone?”

-“Of course Peetie! When (Y/N)’s father accepts my adoption papers”

-“Why would a grown ass man need adopting?”

-“It’s to fund my expensive lifestyle”

-Wade also steals Peter’s wallet so he has an excuse to come along.

-eventually getting a restraining order on Wade.

•Star Wars marathons

-you thinking Luke Skywalker is hot

-Peter getting jealous

-he dresses up like Luke the next day.

•he finds your old spiderman fan account on tumblr

-when he does he just stares at you smugly from across the room.

-“what?”

-“oh nothing” ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-he starts texting you the ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) face.

-“so you bet spiderman is one sexy specimen under that mask?" ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

-you want to die

-"I will delete you from my life”

•going to Starbucks for your anniversary dates

•peter insisting you have him on speed dial just incase anything happens

-you mostly use it to get food

-“hi”

-“(Y/N)??? Are you okay??”

-“I’ll have a double cheeseburger and fries please.”

-“(Y/N) pls”

-“what? I’m hungry”

-“may I remind you that I am  not supposed to be used for ordering take out”

-“then what the fuck are you supposed to be?”

-“your boyfriend”

-“oh yes that too”

•you wear matching outfits to school sometimes

-you are the power couple of the school

•taking Tony’s car for a joy ride

-crashing it bc peter gets nervous and webs up the windscreen

-it’s all good tho

-you use his card to buy a new one

-and blame it on Wade

•cute goodmorning texts

-“make sure to brush your teeth, you have terrible morning breath xox ~ (Y/N)

-"please brush your hair today, yesterday you looked like a yeti that had been run over and drowned in toilet water <3 Peter”

•everyone noticing how whipped Peter is for you

-except you

-peter doesn’t even know what that means he’s so outdated

•Peter has coffee mornings with Steve

-you’re never invited

•sending each other selfies

-your ugliest ones usually end up as your lock screens

-“who’s that horrendous looking creature?”

-“my fucking boyfriend bish”

•you die when peter speaks Spanish

-“pan caliente”

-“ I don’t know what you just said but please let it be the only thing you say at my funeral”

-he said hot bread

•Peter worries about your wellbeing

-he sets up daily reminders on your phone to drink water

-irl it’s just him texting you h20 puns and jokes

•you are very territorial

-if a girl so much as looks at Peter

-you will snatch the weave

-one time you actually pulled out some girls hair

-Peter thought it was hot™

-Steve and Tony did not ™

•stony are your parents tbh

•like your dad you have a lot of issues

-you’re scared peter will leave

-but he never does

-he always comes back

•arcade dates

-Peter gives you a promise ring from a vending machine

-the avengers freak out and think it’s an engagement ring.

-Steve gives you a lecture about patience and how you should wait.

-Tony on the other hand…

-“I KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR MONTHS”

-“Uh Mr Stark, we’re 17 and it’s just a promise ring”

-“You are both disappointments and disgraces to the Stark name”

•caring for him after missions

-cuddles

-back rubs

-Peter is very clingy at this point.

•knowing exactly what calms each other down.

•Training with Peter

-having a run on the treadmill whilst he does weights.

-you trip and hit your head

-Peter drops a weight on his foot bc he’s shook.

-you both go to hospital and agree never to workout together again.

•carnival dates

-peter sees a game and insists he wins a price for you

-he loses

-3 times

-you end up having a go and you win a fish

-peter has the fish for 4 days of the week and you have him for 3

-the fish is your son™

-his name is ‘the fish™’

•stargazing and talking about a future together

•you both trust and love each other a lot

•you love peter a lot

-although you don’t say it often

-you show it though

- but he already knows it

[uberff]

Chapter 19

Kayla

His dick started disappearing inside of me as he kissed my neck, making sure that I was okay. No matter how many times we had sex, I could never take it. My legs had found their way around his waist and my arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.

I didn’t wanna give in again, but Jaylen was so damn good in bed.

“Fuck Jaylen, you’re so deep.” I moaned loudly. He knew that his dick game was something serious, because he wore a smirk on his face the whole time. I wanted to stop so bad, but mama didn’t raise a quitter.

Thrusting in and out of me, he started to hit it from the side and I was loving every damn bit.  He let out low moans, not knowing that I heard him. Clenching my tight walls around his dick, he smacked my thigh. “Why ya pussy so damn good?”

My thighs slapped aggressively against his skin as he thrusted upwards, trying to make me cum first, as always.

Holding on to my waist, he let go of my panties that he had slid to the side, and started to kiss all on my side while his free hand gripped thigh.

Sitting up, I  wrapped myself around him as I bounced uncontrollably, taking control. Moans were escaping from my mouth as low grunts escaped from his.

“I’m cumming!” I yelled, before cumming all over his dick. I bit my lip, as the tingling, yet satisfying sensation shot throughout my body. I felt his dick start to swell so I knew it was his turn.

“Let it out, daddy.” I purred into his ear. He quickly tapped my leg so that I could get up, before I rose up, laying on my back.

“Fuckkkkkkk.” Within a second, he had a whole playground on my stomach. Once he was done, he quickly pecked my lips before giving me a towel.

“Shit so good might fuck around and give you a baby.”

“No, no, no.” I chuckled jokingly but was deadass. He laughed as I went in the restroom to clean myself up. Once I was finished, I quickly put my clothes back on and searched around for my keys. I wasn’t trying to stay and watch movies, none of that.

“Bye.. be careful!” Jaylen called out as I left.

**

When I pulled up in our driveway, I spotted Kai’s car indicating that he was already here. Our baby girl, Kaitlyn was staying the night with his mom. I might have to go pop up over there.

“Where you been at?” He asked as soon as I got in the house.

“Out with the girls.” He sucked his teeth.

“You keep doing this shit, dawg. Everytime we got free time when my ma got Kaitlyn, you always tryin’ to fuckin’ go out. Stay ya ass at home. Damn I just wanna forget about all this work bullshit, and come and lay wit my girl, but you never here.”

“Kai.. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” He sighed, pulling me into a warm hug.

“This shit long overdue but even though you piss me off allllllll the damn time, I still love ya pretty ass. You mean the world to me, and I wouldn’t wanna spend the rest of my life with nobody but you and our baby girl. I should’ve been did this years ago, but I’m doing it now.” He got on one knee.

Oh no.

“Kayla Marie Johnson, will you marry me?”

Robyn

Few weeks later

A big smile spread across my face as I️ looked around at all the hundreds of people that had came out tonight. Never in my life did I️ think this many people would show up. Having faith in God gets you every where.

“Guess who?” I️ heard Odell’s voice as I️ felt him cover my eyes. I️ moved his fingers and turned around to face him. He always dressed so nice.

“Dell! You came!” I️ yelled excitedly, as I️ embraced him in a hug. He had his boot on his foot but he still looked good.

“Of course. Couldn’t miss the big day.” He smiled, squeezing me. It was so loud in here that I️ could barely hear him.

“Where’s Win?” He furrowed his eyebrows before sucking his teeth and walking away. I️ wonder what he was thinking about.

“How you feel?” I️ heard Eric’s voice behind me. He had been in my ear all morning telling me I️ had nothing to worry about, and I️ was thankful to have a friend like him. His company was everything.

I️ turned around with a smile on my face until I️ looked at the way his tie sat on his tux. This guy. “What would you do without me, Eric?” I️ laughed as I️ felt him staring at me while I️ fixed his tie for him.

“You ain’t even answer my question.”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I️ don’t even know to be honest. I’m excited, relieved, and thankful all in one. Thanks for everything E.”

“What I️ do?”

“Throughout this whole process, you gassed me up. You were supportive since Day 1.” I️ smiled, embracing his tall ass into a hug. He was surprised that I️ was hugging him willingly, so he just stood there at first. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around me as I️ looked up at him.

We stared at each other with smiles on our faces. He looked so good in his suit that I️ had to let go from the hug or I️ was gonna ride him into the sunset in front of all these people.

“Ima go keep Dej some company. She look lonely.” He said before disappearing.

I looked around the store, and it was like my first time walking in here all over again. Everything was perfect. There were nothing but smiles on everyone’s faces, and everything was just good vibes.

I️ took my time to really find some positive and outgoing employees who would be fit for my store, and they’re perfect. I️ couldn’t wait to see how everything plays out.

Of course, Quavo came out but he didn’t stay too long. He congratulated me, we took a few pics, and he left because he had a show to do. He said he’d swing by tomorrow, because this was their last show.

My day couldn’t get any better. I️ just found earlier out that next week I️ was gonna be designing Beyoncé and her dancer’s outfits for her upcoming tour. I️ couldn’t wait.

As the store was closing, I️ thanked everyone for coming, gave away some merch, and some free goodie bags. We were now leaving and I️ couldn’t stop smiling.

“What you wanna do? It’s all about you tonight, mama.” Eric said as he started up his car. He looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

“Not much, my feet are killing me.”

“Cause you been waking around in em all day, being cute and shit.”

“I️ guess we can just go on that “date”.”

“No doubt.” He shook his head as he started to drive. I️ waved him off and turned to the back, to look at Deja. She’s been awfully quiet today.

Once I️ realized that she was sleeping peacefully, I️ decided to just let her rest. I’d talk to her about everything tomorrow. It was bothering me, because she’s never quiet. Girl hasn’t smiled not one time today.

“What’s wrong with Deja?” I️ asked E as he sucked his teeth.

“Ain’t nun wrong with her ass. She probably mad cause she seen Winter with yo brother.”

“Shut the hell up E, and mind your fucking business. That is not why I’m mad, I️ could give two shits about her. Always got some shit to say.” Deja spat, shocking both E and I️. From the way she said it, I️ could tell that’s why she was mad.

“Deja-“

“Not now, Robyn.” She sighed, putting her earphones back in her ears.

Eric

“You scratched almost everything off ya bucket list, you sittin' across from the most dapper nigga in the room eating lobster with him and you frownin', wassup love?" I asked and she finally looked up at me with a brewing smile slowly making its way to her lips.

"Sorry. I'm just exhausted." she mumbled, sipping her fruity ass drink. I nodded. I feel her, I had clients out the ass because of this fundraiser we got going on at the shop; I almost ain't make it to Robyn's event. That would've fucked up my chances though.

"Tuck that away till you back at work. You wit' me." I mumbled and fed her a piece of her food that was still full taking up half her plate.

"You enjoyin' your night?" I asked and she nodded with that twinkle in her eye. Her shit was so successful, Tennesse was really fuckin' with her brand already, I'm proud of her.

"I just can't wait until everything falls into place and I see how it pans out. I'm getting ahead of myself but I just love what I do."

"I love whatchu do too, and how sexy you look doin' it. Them wrinkles in ya forehead from all that stress was making a nigga knees weak."

We laughed and she hid her mouth with her hand, careful not to spit her food out. Robyn was different breed from all the bitches I was used to. Usually, I would've been in some guts by now but she was making me wait to become more than friends. She a dope ass friend but we could really fuck shit up as partners.

"Thank you, E." she blushed and kept eating while I kept staring. She looked up and I smiled nervously. "Why are you staring at me?”

"Shit, it's hard not to. You just got that overwhelming beauty, goddamn. Inside and out. You don't look like what you've been through. I love being around you, you the shit, love."

"Don't gass me. I'm gullible as fuck." she joked but her smile fell.

"Them niggas hurt you bad, huh?"

"Yeah, I really don't wanna cry on my night but, yes. I did everything for each one but I still didn't do enough. It's fine at first and then shit just blows up in my fuckin' face."

"That's the problem. You ain't supposed to do for them, they gotta do for you. Fuck with a gentleman, Rob. I'm solid, always gon' be solid, I'ma die solid."

"You're not saying anything I haven't heard, Eric. I like you but I can't rush and put my trust into temporary niggas anymore."

"You ain't even try me yet. You could be dubbin' the love of your life right now."

She smiled again and rolled her eyes. "Nigga, I'm serious. My life is aight right now, you would balance shit out if you on my arm."

"And what if you turn out to be just like them?" she asked, throwing her guard right back up. I sighed. I get closer every other day until she start with the comparisons.

“Nah, them niggas was a lesson. God only getting you ready for a real nigga.” I️ smirked as she rolled her eyes before laughing.

“Oh really? And who is that?” She rested her chin on her palm.

“I️ ain’t gone say no names. Just know it’s a fine ass chocolate nigga.” She shook her head, grabbing her fork.

Shit, she looked good when she wasn’t even trying. She only wore a simple two piece outfit, but she made any damn thing look good. She was fine as hell. I️ was gone get her one day, but I️ wasn’t in a rush. I’m ready whenever she is.

I️ heard her fork scrape across my plate, breaking me out of my thoughts. Looking down at my plate, the last portion of potatoes I️ had left was now gone.

“I’m sorry Eric. For some reason, I’m starving like crazy.”

“You good, mama. Eat up.” I️ smiled, watching her eat while she acted if this meal were her last. I️ liked how she wasn’t trying to eat all cute.

“Tell me about yourself, E.”

“Shit.. I️ was born and raised here. I’m close as hell with my mama. My dad? Don’t know who that nigga is. I️ got 3 siblings. 2 sisters and 1 brother. My favorite thing to do is either drawing or working out.” I️ explained while she nodded.

“What made you decide to move out here?”

“I️ needed a fresh start from everything. NY was just too toxic. Ain’t shit out there for me but two dumb ass exes of mines. I️ feel like, if I️ would’ve stayed, I️ would’ve been too distracted. I️ haven’t even been here a whole two months yet, and I️ already have my store. Coming down here just felt right. It’s where my mom and dad planned to follow their dreams but they never got to, so it’s only right that I️ did.” She smiled, and I️ nodded, taking everything in.

Everything about her just intrigued me.

**

The movie had finally went off, and Robyn was sound asleep with her head on my chest. How we got like this? I️ don’t know.

The grip she had on me was out of this world. I️ didn’t wanna get up, but I️ had to go to the shop to get it ready for tomorrow.

“Robyn.” I️ said in her ear, as her grip around me only got tighter. I️ know she had a hard time with being in this bitch by herself all the time. I’d stay, but I️ had shit to do.

“Don’t leave, we were having fun.” I️ chuckled at the fact that she was still half asleep.

“Get some sleep baby girl. I’ll carry you to the bed if you want me to.”

“That would be awesome.” She smiled, opening her big brown eyes. Picking her up bridal style, I️ made sure to be careful of my surroundings because it was dark as hell in here. Making it to her room safely, I️ let her go once we were in her bed. After making sure she was comfortable, I️ started to leave but I️ heard her say something.

“Thank you, Eric.” My eyebrows twisted up in confusion.

“For what?”

“Taking your time with me. I️ really had fun tonight.”

“No problem, sleep well.”

Jaylen

We was on lockdown for the night. It was dark as shit and I was wide awake. Perfect weather for a blunt and some Henny but I’m stuck with water and an occasional bum ass cigarette; my phone was in they custody, all they let me have was this old ass radio that Raheem had in Do The Right Thing.

Shit, I️ was gone fuck around and flirt with the guard to get my shit back, because I️ couldn’t take this.

Since I️ was bored, I played around with the radio and found an old R&B station. My heart skipped a beat when the intro to Baby Be Mine by Michael Jackson came on. This was my momma’s shit! When I heard this fuckin’ intro blast loud as hell in the morning, I already knew it was time to clean my ass off. I chuckled and licked my lips. I heard her singing along with Mike and before I knew it, tears was rolling down my face.

This crying shit was new but it was a cleanse, that’s for damn sure, it was tiring too. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes and prayed. Before I could finish, I fell into a deep sleep.

I locked in on my surroundings and furrowed my eyebrows. Everything was mad vibrant and colorful. Flowers everywhere, it was clean and peaceful, and showed no signs of struggle. This place was where it was at.

The thought of me being alone quickly changed when I heard humming come from the opposite direction. I recognized the melody and sang the words quietly over the humming.

“I don’t need no dreams when you’re by my side. Every moment takes me to paradise.” My company turned around with a smile and I fell to my mothafuckin’ knees. She was glowing, hair flowing, and didn’t have a scratch on her beautiful blemish-free face. I was seeing what I saw every time I look into the mirror. My pops was my nigga but she’s where I got all my good looks from.

“Ma?” I mumbled, crawling to her and hugging her legs.

“You always did have such a beautiful voice, Lenny.” I smirked. Her shit ass nicknames always pissed me off but I ain’t hear it in so long, I embraced it.

“I get it from you. It’s you, momma?” I looked up at her and she held my face in her hands. She smelt like flowers and her hands felt like silk. Her hazel eyes showed mercy on me. She could’ve dubbed me and walked right past me for all that shit I said to her before she passed. But she still loved me. A mothers love can’t be fucked with.

“I’m here, baby. Always have been. I visit you most in your sleep. I’m that presence you feel when you can’t see rest. I’m your light in your crazy situations. Your voice of reason, but we all know that you hear no one else’s voice but your own.” She wiped my tears and caressed the sides of my face. “Your father’s son.”

“Ma, I’m sorry. I hit where it hurts when I’m mad. I don’t be meaning shit by it. I love y’all. Y’all all I every think about and I regret all the bad shit I say as soon as it leave my mouth.”

By y’all, I mean my momma and Rob.

“Baby, I know. But, not everyone can stroke your ego and let you back in when you say such hurtful things.”

“I know. I’m the reason y’all out my life. How a fuck-up come from perfection? You ain’t did shit but try to love me. Rob, too.”

“I’ve made mistakes too, Jaylen. My biggest one was not being persistent enough to get you to understand that I loved you past your flaws. We’re not perfect.”

“You is. Look at you, momma.”

She smiled and helped me up so she could hug me. I melted and immediately started crying my eyes out onto her shirt. “Come back and help me deal with all this.”

“I’m watching, baby. Your family is watching.” She whispered softly, rubbing my back.

“I ain’t got no family. Odell and I ain’t even tight like that after what I did.”

She smiled. “He’ll come around, my baby. He’s not the only one who cares for you.”

“Who the hell else gon’ be by my side?” I asked and she looked past me with a grin.

“Say ‘hey Grandma’,” I heard a familiar voice say and I whipped my head around to see Robyn, holding the hand of a cute ass baby boy who was the perfect mixture of us. Light brown skin, dark brown curls, and a chipped-tooth smile. Fuck.

I set my eyes on Rob and saw that she was expecting another which made me grin. “Ma, can I feel her?” I asked and she nodded.

Robyn held her arms out for me and kissed my lips. Our son looked disgusted for a second before breaking out into a smile. “I love you.” I mumbled.

“I love you, too. Jay. I gotta go though. I can’t stay.” She winked at me and kissed my mothers cheek before leaving with my son. I watched her walk away and from afar, I saw that Eric nigga appear from the shadows and grab the hands of my son and Robyn.

Oh, fuck me! Shit can’t even go right in a damn dream.

“Momma, where they going?”

“She was tired of waiting, baby. Once you start taking responsibilities for your actions and you accept the help from Dr. Evans, you’re going to continue to act out of control.”

“I can’t sit there and relive all of the bullshit, ma. I just wanna keep doing what I been doing, die, and be with you forever.”

“You don’t have to die to be with me. I’ll always be right here. Just get the help you need, baby. It’ll change your life. ” She hugged me tight and I sighed, hugging her back with tears rolling down my face.

“Darling let me hold you. Warm you in my arms and melt your fears away.” We sang together before I was hugging the fuckin’ air.

I sighed loudly and screamed at the top of my lungs until the guards had to restrain me. “MOMMA! ROBYN!” I yelled, trying to break free from them before they shot me with more drugs to fuck me up.

Damn. Maybe it is time to give Dr. Evans a shot. For my momma and my future.

[veryangryhedgehog]

Code: Realize and the Problem with Reverse Harems

So, I just finished watching the first episode of Code: Realize. I liked the show well enough that I put it on my Crunchyroll queue, only for the plot, uh huh, that’s definitely the reason, but that first episode made me realize (god why I didn’t even intend the pun) a glaring issue within the anime and most other reverse harems in general: the main heroine is fucking boring.

She’s this little dormouse whose expression never changes from this lost, confused, oh look at me I’m so precious face. This all being said, I haven’t seen a whole ton of reverse harem shows because of the fact that I need more than just hot guys to keep me entertained, but from what I have seen (Diabolik Lovers, and the first ten minutes of this season’s SENGOKU NIGHT BLOOD being glaring examples), it seems like most reverse harem heroines are these doe-eyed, quiet little things who let the male characters (her titular harem) walk all over her.

Yes, I am fully aware that the appeal of these kinds of anime for most people isn’t the heroine, or the plot at all, but of course that sweet sweet manservice™. Just hear me out. The “point” of these dull ass characters, as I understand it, is to make their personalities as vague as possible so that any girl could theoretically empathize and identify with them. On paper, this is a sound marketing strategy, because if the viewers can’t relate to the main character of the anime, or comic, or book, what have you, that they’re reading/watching, they’ll stop reading/watching. But as with communism, this strategy is good on paper, bad in practice. By making a character so vague that she literally has no identity of her own, she ends up detaching the viewer. You can’t relate to a blank canvas. It just doesn’t work.

To demonstrate my point, take a show like Ouran High School Host Club. By all accounts, Host Club is a reverse harem show. It has a female heroine who somehow finds herself surrounded by impossibly gorgeous men, each of whom fit into an “archetype”, and most of whom develop a thing for her by the series conclusion. By all means it should have the same, boring protagonist as all of these other harems, but it doesn’t. Why? Because the main heroine isn’t like all of those other girls (wow, I’m really bad at jokes).

It’s literally the same shot! But you can see just how more expressive Host Club’s “heroine” is. Haruhi actually has a personality. She’s a teenage girl with a lot of snark, mostly due to putting up with her fellow hosts’ shit, but a good heart, and a flexible gender to boot. She talks and acts like an actual person, and bounces off each of her love interests in a different, interesting way. It also doesn’t hurt that her interactions with the other hosts don’t happen in a vacuum, they interact with each other just as much as her, which gives the cast a more “ensemble” feel than a strict harem. I could write a whole essay on just what makes Host Club so ingenious, but I digress.

There is another difference between anime like Code: Realize and Diabolik Lovers, and Host Club that I haven’t touched on yet: their origins. Allow me to explain. The former type of anime are all adapted from Otome games, while Host Club was adapted from a manga. For the uninformed, Otome games are visual novels attempting to appeal directly to either male or female viewers. Essentially, they’re romance simulators. In these games, the focus really isn’t on the heroine, because--depending on the game--you might never see her; she’s an extension of the player. She doesn’t need a personality, because the player automatically substitutes their own. That’s how video games work, and why they’re so difficult to adapt to film. Unlike books or manga, in order to properly adapt a video game to screen, you need to give the MC a “canon” personality. And this is where anime adaptions of Otome games tend to fail, they forget to add a personality to their heroines.

Or perhaps maybe they don’t forget, maybe the dormouse personality is added on purpose. In some anime, like Diabolik Lovers, it could even make sense.

How else is the main heroine going to let these crazed vampires keep biting her week after week if she’s confident enough to tell them to stop? Counter point: there are many ways that you could make her into a more interesting heroine without sacrificing the sexy times. Perhaps the vampires are hanging something over the heroine’s head, and if she doesn’t offer up her blood to them, they’ll kill someone she loves, or the like. Perhaps the vampires inject a drug into the blood stream when they bite, addicting the victim so that they experience withdrawal if they stop biting her. Perhaps she’s just as perverted as they are and just plain likes it. These are all things that could be used to preserve the harem without sacrificing the heroine’s personality in the process, and these are just solutions I thought of off the top of my head.

The problem is that these solutions take time to implement, and may anger already existing fans of the Otome. Except for the last one, which would just be plain unacceptable for a teenage girl to be horny, god forbid. So the adapters instead opt for the least time consuming and easy answer: make her a fucking idiot. There, problem solved! Then, because of anime like this, it becomes the norm to have dormouse protagonists, and then anime like Code: Realize just jump on the bandwagon!

Of course, this isn’t just a reverse harem problem either. It exists just as prevalently in regular harems as well. I present to you the Light Novel Guy:

They literally all look exactly the same! This may be even more of a problem than the dormouse heroine because of one fact: while the dormouse heroine evolved due to adaptation, the light novel guy was designed that way. He’s called light novel guy because that’s where he originates from: light novels. The authors of these characters wrote these characters to appeal to teenage boys. They’re overpowered as all hell (a hero, if you will), they get all of the girls, and... and that’s about it. Personality is entirely optional. You can theoretically get away with this in a novel, because you have the light novel guy’s narration to keep things at least a little interesting, but in an anime, you don’t have that. Unless you add in some super cheesy voice overs (which you can’t get away with you’re a sarcastic ass and your name rhymes with nyan), you have nothing to add personality.

This sucks. This sucks. I’ve always believed that character interaction lies at the heart of every narrative. It’s what I build all of my stories off of. And contrary to what light novel authors and anime producers think, you can’t have good character interaction if your main character is boring as fuck. While I was watching Code: Realize this morning, I kept thinking to myself: this is good. I like this, but why is the heroine even here? If she wasn’t what got the plot going, the show would have functioned just as well without her, maybe even better. And that is not what you want. You don’t want your main character to be the one that the audience groans about every time they come on screen, or worse, skips ahead to later in the episode where the other characters interact, because they know that they’ll miss absolutely nothing by skipping this conversation.

And you know what’s the most damning of all? I don’t even remember her name. I remember the names of all of the other characters. There was the gentleman character Lupin, and then there was my favorite devilish smile character Impey, and there was baby-face Frankenstein. Hell, I even remember the name of her father, Isaak, who we didn’t even see. But I don’t even remember if they gave us her... oh, I just got it. It’s Cardia. That’s right. I remember it now. They said it like five times. And I still didn’t remember it until now. That’s terrible. I think I have to turn in my Feminist card. 

tl;dr: Heroines are much more interesting and fun to watch if they have personalities, yo.

[yeabitchitsvic]

Sex, Lies, Videotape (The Intro)

Hey Derhsa Fam!!!!! I’m back with another fanfic series after “The Romans”. I never thought I’d decide to do another series but when I got these ideas in my head I just had to. This is Sex, Lies, Videotape and I hope you guys enjoy this one as well. P.S. the drama builds up fast and everything described in the footage will be a actual scene at some point in the series. Please don’t forget to give me your thoughts, comment, like and reblog. May we all continue strong in our hiatus. ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as they belong to James LaRosa 

A year and a half ago Mr. and Mrs. Roman made one of the biggest decisions they could make to have a fresh start in their marriage. Ahsha and Derek decided to bet it all and move to a new city; Miami Florida. With all the drama going on in L.A they didn’t see much good happening there. Even though they were having much success in their careers they both knew that Devil’s arena was no place for anyone’s marriage. There was no mistaking that L.A. and the Devils would always be apart of who they were but it was just time to go. They both understood that the Devil’s ultimately brought them together but sometimes, that world had a very destructive affect on their relationship and they didn’t want that for their marriage. Soon after the wedding Ahsha and Derek packed all of their things and board a private flight to their new city hand and hand. Derek never sold their home in L.A. knowing that from time to time they would go back to visit family. But from that moment on they would take Miami by storm. Derek and Ahsha had to move quick because the new season was soon approaching and they both had a lot to do to jump into a new world. When they arrived in Miami, Derek’s agent had already found them the perfect place to live and they immediately bought a 2000 spare feet two story luxury penthouse condo right in the heart of the city. The residence was called “The Kingdom”. It was a six story building with only three tenants each home having two floors with a four car garages for each tenant.The Kingdom was known for being highly expensive because of its great view over the entire city of Miami, and its high security. It was definitely a place were the wealthy lived if they wanted to enjoy the city and being that they were just married the couple wanted to start embarking on a journey together that would create new memories. When the Romans arrived it was just perfect. It had all the bells and whistles. Still big enough like living in a house but not all of the extra upkeep like living in one. Ahsha and Derek was loving the city life but once they lived it for a while they both missed living in a home away from all the busy distraction so they figured when the season was over they would go house shopping this summer. Once Derek and Ahsha arrived the entire city gave them a warm welcome. They got a tour of the arena and was personally introduced to the owners of the team and their teammates. Thing moved fast and both Derek and Ahsha jumped in head first. Now a year down the line they were both in their married routine of life…………………………………..

The basketball team started practice early so Derek headed off to the arena first. Their practice usually ended the same time the dancers did so Ahsha and Derek usually went home together. But today would be different. Ahsha got dressed for practice and headed to the arena as she was ready to see how the girls had improved on the new choreography. She placed her member’s key badge on the key pad and entered into the arena ready for another exciting week of practice with her new family; the Miami Blaze girls. Ahsha and the girls were in the studio practicing for the game on Thursday night and they were killing the choreography. Of course when Ahsha first arrived in Miami a lot of the girls had their reservations about her coming right in and taking over. Especially for the ones who thought they would have first grabs at being the new caption and director when they found out the old one was leaving, but once they got to know Ahsha they couldn’t help but love her immediately. Ahsha was super talented, great with fresh choreography and also a team player. The girls liked that she was such a energetic spirit with a little sass. What the girls didn’t know is that being a Devil girl helped groom her for anything. She was still Carebear at heart but she could also be very stern when then girls weren’t performing at her standard thanks to Jelena but she was also really open with adding some sexy elements to the dance and making the girls feel comfortable which she took from Kyle. Ahsha was in a new city but L.A. was defiantly the starting grounds for her. Once the Blaze dancers saw the type of responses they were getting from the fans they knew that Ahsha Roman was a great fit. This team was on a new high and they were running with it. Along with the basketball team having much success for the season the dancers always danced like they knew they were taking home the win. Derek had just finished his shower and got dress after a hyped practice. He was heading out to leave the locker room when his team mate Drew caught up with him. Derek and Drew were old friends in the league before he played for Miami. Drew was a well rounded guy. He was married for four years and had a two year old daughter. He had played with the team in Miami for five years. “Yo whatup D you heading out?” Drew dapped Derek up “Yea man I’m about to head out. Today was crazy”. Derek exhaled deeply. “Yea you know we’re about to get in they asses come Thursday night” “Oh most definitely!“Derek and Drew bantered. "Aye man since you heading out lets go play some pool or something before you head in”. Drew suggested. “Nah man Ima have to catch you later on that I’m headed home. Ahsha has already been on me about us both being too busy to spend time together. I gotta go do the husband thing”. Derek said. “Damn and here I am tryna get away from my wife” Drew joked. Derek chuckled. “Alright man I’ll catch you later Ima go holla at Ahs real quick before I head out.” Derek stated “Nah man Ima go with you to make sure you don’t distract these dancers for too long. I mean they’re use to us but you’re still seen as fresh meat.” Drew added lying about his reasoning for going and Derek saw right through it. “Man if you don’t stop tryna come look at these women practice. Bye "married man”, Ima call your wife”. Derek playfully bowed Drew in the chest “What D they might get stuck in a split or something and may need me to help them up. Plus I’m married not blind”. Drew joked. The two men approached the dance studio and Ahsha was standing in front of all the girls as she watched them and made notes in her head. Derek and Drew waited until the number was over before interrupting. As the dancers hit their last mark Derek made his presence aware. “Well hello ladies.” Derek walked into the room with his tall sexy stature. Ahsha looked at him and playfully rolled her eyes as she thought about her young days as a Devil girl when Derek would walk into the studio with Terrence to come and hit on her. At the sound of Derek’s voice all the women in the room stopped, but it didn’t bother Ahsha one bit. She knew how women fawned over her man. Drew waved to Ahsha and walked further into the studio to harass the dancers. “Okay ladies take a quick five” Ahsha announced as she walked towards Derek with her hands on her hips. “I see you’re still interrupting my practices after all this time.” Ahsha said folding her arms with a slight smile on her face. “You are never were you’re supposed to be”. “Well Mrs. Roman not much has changed. Wherever you are that’s were I wanna be” Derek smirked. “Here I am” Ahsha retorted as she wrapped her arms around Derek’s neck standing on her toes to give him a kiss. Derek placed his strong hands around her waist and their lips met in a soft sweet peck that was too quick in each of their books but they would just have to wait until they got home for any extra love. “Is practice over for you guys?” Ahsha asked parting from her husband. “Yea that’s why I was stopping by to tell you that I’m headed home.” “Without me? How are you leaving your wife?” Ahsha playfully scoffed pleading with her doe eyes. “Yes without you! I would be leaving with my wife if she wasn’t such a perfectionist. Derek raised his brow."How long are you staying?” He asked in all seriousness knowing Ahsha could practice forever. “We’re gonna go one more hour so not long. Babe I promise I’ll be home no later then six” Ahsha pleaded. Derek pulled Ahsha into his arms for a hug goodbye. “Alright Mrs. Roman, I’ll see you when you get home.” Ahsha tilted her head back slightly to steal another kiss from her man before they parted. “Okay! And I’ll stop and get that Mediterranean food you like on the way home. Deal?" Ahsha added "Alright I love you. Practice hard”. Derek smiles and lightly smacked her on the butt. “I love you too” Ahsha said before she went back into the studio. Derek and Drew then left and practice with the girls continued. ………………..

After an hour more of a great practice Ahsha took a shower in the locker room. She washed practice off of her body and couldn’t wait to get home to her loving husband. Even though she and Derek had a few recent marriage spats over them making sure quality time in their relationship was high priority, she could tell Derek was listening to her and he was making all the extra efforts to make his wife feel special. Ahsha understood that their relationship before marriage was sometimes tough so she knew that they would have to put just as much work into their marriage as well. Ahsha got dressed and grabbed all of her bags to head home. Before reaching home, Ahsha made sure to stop by an Mediterainan grill returant that she and Derek frequent to pick up dinner. The time was now five thirty and Ahsha was staying true to her word that she would be home by six. Ahsha finally made it home and she was ready for a relaxing continuation of her day. She unlocked the door to her home and as she walked in she was surprised at the many house guest greeting her. The first thing she saw was Derek sitting on the couch across from both of his and her lawyers and their agents standing behind the couches with unpleasant looks on their faces. Derek heard the front door open and he immediately rose to his feet and walked towards his wife. “Ahsha…baby I’ve been trying to call you. I promise everything will be fine. I’m gonna fix everything”. Derek said rushing out in a strange tone and his eyes etched with worry. Ahsha’s brow furrowed. “Yea sorry my phone must be in my bag on silent from practice? Fix what? What’s going on? And why is everyone here Derek?” Ahsha asked confused Derek immediately stopped. Now he had realized that Ahsha didn’t know what was happening. Not only was she about to be blindsided but he was going to be the one that had to tell her. Ahsha looked around the room and she saw that everyone knew something terrible she didn’t know. “Ahsha Im sorry I”…. Derek held out his hands walking towards her “Derek?” Ahsha said stepping back in confusion as her heart began to beat out of her chest. Derek was apologizing but she knew well enough not to accuse him of anything because she trusted her husband so it couldn’t be the obvious.“Derek, you’re scaring me…….. What happened?” Ahsha looked into his eyes. Derek was always so calm and always kept his composure so the fact that he looked worried about something terrified Ahsha of this unknown. “Ahsha someone broke into our home.” Derek said giving Ahsha information little by little. Ahsha eyes widened and she clasped her mouth. “Oh my gosh! Today? When you came home? Are you okay?” She rushed to him then looked around for any damage. “Ahsha I’m fine and no it wasn’t today”. Derek continued. “Babe someone broke into our home while we weren’t here.” “Derek as long as we’re fine material things can be replaced”. Ahsha looked at her husband. “That’s the thing Ahs they didn’t take anything, but….”. “But what?” Ahsha interrupted. “Ahsha they left something behind. That something being multiple hidden cameras. Whoever broke into our home has been watching us. Our every move and recording us”. Ahsha looked towards the living and saw what looked to be about five cameras scattered on the table the with ripped cords “WHAT?! Ahsha said as she was trying to process what Derek just said. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN RECORDING US?” Ahsha said in a frantic voice now catching up to everyone’s urgency. “Babe listen, whoever this is that broke into our home has leaked footage of us on the internet”. Ahsha’s heart now began to beat faster and she couldn’t control her tone. “FOOTAGE OF WHAT DEREK?” She said hysterical. “Ahsha calm down” Derek tried to touch her reasoning with her. Ahsha swiped his hand away. “DEREK! What footage do they have?” Ahsha said her mood being taken over by many emotions. Derek hesitated then he finally realized that she needed the full truth. “Baby they have footage of……. Everything”. When those words left Derek’s mouth Ahsha immediately felt sick. “Everything?” Ahsha’s voice cracked looking into Derek’s eyes for confirmation. “Yes” Derek said in a defeated tone. “Oh my god” She said placing her hand over her chest. Ahsha walked over to the bar stool that sat infront of the island over their kitchen. The rooms was very still. Ahsha ran her hands throuh her hair to process her thoughts. Inside she wanted to hold on to the little ounce of hope that the situation wasnt that bad. She wanted to believe that they left their hardships in LA but her gut was telling her that her lawyer wouldn’t be present right now if this wasn’t the worst case scenario. She sprang from the chair as she needed to see the footage with her own eyes. She rushed to go get her purse and Derek grabbed it before she could. “Ahsha wait” Derek protested “Derek show me the video” Ahsha said frustrated. “Ahsha I don’t think you should see this right now” Derek barked trying to protect her. “NO DEREK I WANNA SEE IT!!!!” Ahsha screamed as her voice cracked revealing the pain she felt inside. Derek was always very honest with her so the fact that he was trying to prevent her from seeing told her how bad it was. "SHOW ME RIGHT NOW”. She said desperately as a single tear fell from her eyes. In this moment Derek realized he could no longer protect her from the situation she was about to face and that hurt him more then anything. Even though they were going through this situation together he knew it would affect Ahsha in the worst way but she needed to know. Derek grabbed his iPad to reveal the truth to Ahsha. As she looked down onto the iPad Derek searched a popular social media profile called PalmTreeSHADE where it always uploaded all the latest gossip about celebrities. The first thing Ahsha saw was a headline that read “Racy Leaked Footage of Derek and Ahsha Roman has broken the internet. Is There A Sex Tape Press Play for Preview”. Derek opened the video and what Ahsha saw next took her breath away. The first scene to pop up was of Ahsha sitting on the couch with her laptop answering emails wearing her grey and neon green legging with her matching spots bra. She had on her matching jacket and left it unzipped. Ahsha could tell that this was from mouths ago when she and Derek were still settling into their lives in Miami. Derek placed his key on the kitchen counter as he entered the couples home. “Ahsha!” Derek yelled letting her know he was home. Derek appears in the frame with his athletic wear on as he just came back in from his afternoon jog. “There’s my fine ass wife.” Derek cooed. “Hey babe you just get back from your jog?” Derek picks her up from the couch and she wraps her legs around his waist and he place his hand comfortably under her butt. “Yea the weather feels good out there”. Ahsha place a kiss on his lips. “Eww babe I love you but you stink” Ahsha said feeling his skin still sticky from sweat. Derek through Ahsha over his shoulder cave man style. “Well come on Mrs. Roman lets go get me cleaned up” Ahsha slapped her ass “And while you clean me up you can do that little thing I like”. Ahsha let out her raspy laugh and they are seen going upstairs. The footage fades into the next scene were Ahsha was in the kitchen making a meal before Derek arrives home from an away game. She was cooking her steamed zucchini on the stove and she had just finish sauteing her steak as she placed her phone on speaker to speak to her best friend Kyle who she missed terribly. They were doing some well needed catching up so they had beem talking for hours,but the footage diplayed a very interesting part of their conversation. “Kyle, Derek and I had our first taste of harmless trouble this weekend” Ahsha said giggled. “Look at my Carebear taking Miami like a pro, Spill it. And you know I want all the details so don’t cheat me.” “Well you know how it is when you’re still in the honeymoon phase. Derek and I were off for the weekend and we decided to go out for dinner. In which we got a little drunk and…. “AND!!! Kyles said excited. "After dinner the night definatly got wild. When we got home we both were feeling our drinks and lets just say we used our entire house to release some drunk passion. But get this, you know we only have two other residence to live in the building. Two Italian brothers live on the first floor, an wealthy elderly lady on the second floor and we live in the penthouse. Each condo has two stories. Kyle we actually got a knock on the door from the police”. "WHAT?! The police? For what?” Kyle asked shocked. “The officer said he got a disturbing call from a tenant that was afraid because they thought someone was being abused in a fight upstairs.” Kyle burst into loud laughter on the phone. “Oh My Gosh, Ahsha I am dying. How the hell did the old bag hear the two of you? Kyle was all over the place. “That a girl. You better be giving it to D-Ro” both of the women fell out in laughter. “Kyle you should have seen the look on the mans face when he realized what was really happening. Then he had the nerve to say "Alright you two enjoy your evening”. “Well did you?” Kyle questioned already knowing the answer “Hell yes!! I can barley wear shorts to practice. I’ve been putting makeup over Derek’s love bites all week and I’ll be the first to say that their in some really provocative places.” Ahsha admitted. She heard the front door opening and she told Kyle she would call her back and the scene jumped into the next scene. Derek walked into in the couples bedroom from the bathroom with his towel around his waist as he sat on the bed to briefly speak with his agent on speaker. “Hey Derek great news, you are now the face of Men’s Sportwear Illustrated. They just teamed up with Nike and they want you D” “Damn man are you kidding me. I thought they were trying to go with Deon Lee for the next two years”. ”Oh they were but they dropped that son of a bitch when they heard you were interested.They’re not gonna drop the news until early summer so we have to keep it tight but we’ve already closed the deal so its official. They’re even thinking about adding a sexy little workout shoot with you and Ahsha in the article”. Derek finishes his conversation.The screen faded into the next scene and the footage went on. Ahsha had just come home from shopping on her off day to fine her husband but to her surprise Derek isn’t home. At first Ahsha doesn’t make a big deal about it and she took her bags into the bedroom. She is seen leaving the cameras eye view to go take a shower. She returns and she is seen in her new lingerie that she bought earlier. She would wear it under her dress tonight in hopes of she and Derek having a wonderful night that would end explosive. She began to get ready for a night out. As she sits in front of her vanity to do her makeup she placed her phone on the counter putting it on speaker to calls Derek to see if he’s close. “Hey Derek, where are you?”. Ahsha asked looking at her clock. “Hey Ahs I went to meet with my agent to finalize a couple of deals then I met Shamar and Keith at the bar. We’re just having a couple of beers so I shouldn't be late coming in”. “At the bar? Really? Are you joking right now?” Ahsha said pissed and Derek definitely didn’t miss it. “No I’m not joking”. Derek said in a nonchalant tone. Did I miss something?” “Derek tonight we were suppose to go to dinner and Angela invited us over afterwards”. Angela was one of the Blaze girls who was married. Derek had totally let dinner slip his mind. "Ohh shit that was tonight? Damn it slipped my mind Ahs. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you” Derek immediately stood up getting his wallet ready to leave. “No no its fine I’ll just tell Angela something came up. We can do something another time.”. Ahsha said as she put her makeup brush down. She couldn’t believe Derek forgot. He was usually really good with these things and Ahsha wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt but lately Ahsha felt like he was being careless. “Are you sure I can still make it home Ahsha.” Derek asked. “Yea I’m sure” Ahsha said in a breathy voice clearly hurt.The screen now showed a very heated argument between Derek and Ahsha. The two are now standing in front of each other in their bedroom pissed off and hurt by each others words. “Derek its not about this "one time”. You’re never home! All you do is practice, work out, have the guys over, attend meetings, go out with your teammates. I dont care that you’re out having a good time with them, I want that for you. But EVERY OTHER WEEKEND. What the hell? You act like you dont even have time for me. You spend more time giving your focus to other things and you leave just a little for me. IM YOUR WIFE!!! Ive never been the women to run you down and blow you up but if you tell me you’re going to be home at a certain time then you need to be here or if something changes you need to tell me” Ahsha yelled. “Ahsha all I wanted to do is have some beers with the guys and I called you and told you I was on my way home. Just because I’m a little late now I gotta check in with you. Fuck That!” Ahsha pushed passed Derek. “I never said you have to check in with me all I asked was that you let me know things if they change. Is that to much to ask for. Derek that’s what husbands do.” “Oh so since I didn’t call you I’m not a good husband now?I told you! I was on my way home. I got here a hour later I already told you why I was late. What do you want me to do?” Derek said in a condescending tone. “You know what I’m going to bed I’m not arguing about this shit with you”! “Derek lower your voice and you have one more time to curse at me before this turns all the way left.” Who the hell do I look like. I’m not your damn airhead basketball wife and you know that!“ Ahsha said now getting really heated. “And I cant be told what to fucking do. You know that” Derek spat back. As he sat on the side of the bed taking his shoes off. At this point Ahsha had enough. She didn’t know what had gotten into her husband but she wasn’t having it. They never argued like this but when they did it was the worst because both of them could be a little headstrong. They were both strong individuals and it was hard when they both were at odds. Ahsha pointed to the door. “YOU KNOW WHAT, GET THE HELL OUT!! I’m tired of hearing your rude ass mouth. Goodbye!” Derek needed to get away from this argument and quick because he knew both he and Ahsha had said things to both piss each other off. Right now it was not getting through to either of them. She felt her way he felt his. Derek got up from the bed and walked towards the door to leave. “FINE! I HOPE IT FEELS GOOD SLEEPING IN THAT BED ALONE TONIGHT. YOU ASKED FOR THIS SHIT! Derek slams the door hard enough to break it but it doesn’t. Ahsha flinches at the niose and is obviously hurt. All of a sudden the arguing stopped on the video and Ahsha heart was beating fast. She was on the verge of tears knowing that the world was seeing a very intimate moment between her and Derek that didn’t show them in the best light. She wanted to look away so badly but she couldn’t, she was stuck. The screen went black and all of a sudden Ahsha’s nightmare only got worst. No more footage came in but you could here her and Derek still talking. This time in a more calm manner. Now they both were apologizing in a desperate way. Ahsha notice that this exchange was only two old and a recent one. "Derek all I want is you. Nothing else. I married you, not this! None of this matters without you Im sorry”. Ahsha said breathing hard in tears. "No….. Im sorry Ahsha. I should have came to you in a better way. You are the most important thing in my life, and I never want you to feel neglected.” Derek said in between pleading and kissing Ahsha’s lips. “I know Derek and I sorry if you thought I was trying to tell you what to do” Ahsha said kissing him back desperately. Their breathing getting heavier. “Ummm tell me what to do right now” Derek said in a tone laced with sex and desire. “Never leave me in our bed alone. I didn’t mean to push you away” Ahsha pleaded. “You can never push me away, I’m not going anywhere. Remember For better or worst Mrs. Roman I’m sorry I love you” The sound of a rip was loud and clear and Ahsha didn’t need to see what was happening to realize that it was her panties “UGHHAAA I love you toooo” Ahsha said letting out a moan. Now finally the audio was playing different scenes and sounds as if the footage was skipping around to different parts. Sounds of kissing echoed in the couples home and the sounds of bodies crashing against the bed were heard. “Ughhhh baby I love it when you use your tongue. YESSSS THAT FEELS SO GOOD!!! came Ahsha’s erotic moan "Tell me where you want it” Derek’s voice sounded. “Ummmmm Everywhere Daddy” Ahsha purred.“ARGGGHHHH Derek!!!!! ”Come Here Women” Derek demanded suductivley. Don’t run now! “DEREK YOU’RE DICK IS SO DEEP BAYYBEEE” Ahsha pleaded moaning. “You fuckin like it” Derek cooed “YESSSS!!! Daddy I dooooo. I love it” Ahsha said as if she was out of breath. Scenes changed and the head bored was heard banging against the wall. “Ugh Ugh Ugh” sounds of Ahsha’s moans fade in again. Then a sound of a loud slap against flesh was heard. “Fuck Ahsha” Derek coxed in a deep voice that rumbled in his chest from pleasure. “Derek you’re gonna make me cum”! Ahsha moaned in a desperate tone as the bed began to knock against the wall harder and faster. “Alright you two enjoy your evening” said the police officer. The last thing hear is Ahsha cry out in ecstasy and blood red words flashes before her eyes. “LOVE,….PASSION,….WAR. Sex in “The Kingdom” Featuring the Royal Couple. Coming Soon”. Ahsha mood was shattered and she was shaking. She could here her heart beating in her ears. She looked around the room and everyone was carefully awaiting her reaction. Tears started to well in the corner of her eyes. Her breath hitched as her eyes finally made it back to Derek. “Ahsha talk to me” Derek moved in closer to her. “Um Excuse me everyone”! Ahsha said quickly as her voice cracked. Before she could catch it she let out a loud cry full of agony and she ran off upstairs towards their master bedroom. Derek’s whole world crumbled around the sounds of his wife’s hurting response. Inside he was furious at the thought that someone would violate their security. If its one thing he vowed his self on was protecting his wife and someone was trying to get in his way. Right now he and Ahsha needed a private moment as they had shared enough with the class. Derek was pissed. “Alright Everybody leave!” Derek spoke in a harsh tone. “But Derek we need to discuss this as a team”. We need to find this person”. Derek’s attorney said nervously. “NOW”! Derek barked not paying attention to anything they were saying right now he needed to go pick up the peaces with the women he would die for. They needed to be alone right now as their privacy was already invaded enough. Everyone scattered getting there things as they saw the look on Derek’s face and he wouldn’t tell them again. Right before their lawyer got to the door Derek grabbed his arm. "Give me and hour and I’ll see what I can do but if I don’t call you I don’t want any fucking body knocking on my door” Derek stated clearly before he let Jeff's arm go. “Yes Derek I understand”. After everyone exit Derek hurried upstair to find the women that controled his heartbeat. As he got closer to the bedroom he could here Ahsha heaving in their bathroom. She was frantic and couldnt control herself. As Derek waled into their master bathroom Ahsha had her hands placed on the counter with her head down crying. She couldnt bring herself to look into the mirror. Derek walked up behind her a strongly wrapped his arms around her waist. Her body tensed at his touch but she allowed her husband to embrace her. His grip was so strong. Ahsha turns around and wrapped her arms around his neck for dear life and cries into his chest wetting his shirt. He holds her and right now this is the only place she feels safe but she is still devastated. She finally collapse into his arms and Derek brings them to the floor. Ahsha laid in his lap and sob. “Ahsha….I am so sorry” Derek says in a breathy tone as you can barley here is voice. He was fighting back tears himself for his wife but he knew that in this moment he had to still fight to protect her. “Derek how……how did this happen? I don’t understand”. Ahsha says through her tears. ”Ahsha I don’t know, but I promise you that I wont rest until I find out who it is and I hope you’re nowhere around because I might kill this guy”. Derek admitted to his true anger. “Derek this could ruin us. Our careers, our reputations, everything we’ve worked for. I can only imagine what my mom and dad are thinking right now.” Ahsha cried “I just…..cant believe this”. Derek grabbed his wife and sat her up. He needed to talk her off the edge and this wasn’t about talking smooth or being charming this would be honest. Derek understood why Ahsha was so shaken up though. In reality a man could get away with anything. The media would just glorify Derek for being successful, the alpha male in his home and women would through their panties at him left and right because it was confirmed by Ahsha’s screams that he was sexing his wife properly putting their curiosity to bed and other men would just applaud him. But on the other hand they would see Ahsha as the nagging wife, who fights with her husband over nothing, the controlling one. Most women would probably accuse her of being a whore even though she is only heard making love to her husband and the media would make a mockery of their marriage thinking that Ahsha allows other partners in their bed or whatever else they wanted to make up, creating lies that Derek is aggressive and she is weak. They would turn their marriage into some sexed crazed affair knowing that they’ve had the police to show up to their home because of wild sex. Even though their relationship was so much more then solid then that and their love was stronger then sex could ever be the truth is the media wouldnt pay attention to the truth. “Ahsha look at me. Look me right in my eyes baby. You think I would ever let that happen. Baby nothing can ruin us. We have made it through so many things this wont stop us. Im sure the media is having a field day with us right now but you’re forgetting one thing. Baby I got you and I got us. Im not saying this wont be hard but if its one thing I know is that we’re fighters and as long as we’re fighting together nothing can beat us. "I really thought Miami would be different Derek.” “I did too Ahsha but now that we’re in this we gotta face it. I know that you probably wanna run and hide right now, and apart of me wants to shelter you but baby we cant. Everything on that footage was a hundred percent us and we have to live in it. We’re sucessful, we’re happy, sometimes we fight like cats and dogs, we make love and on occasion or two we fuck like animals. Derek chuckled earning a soft laugh from his wife as well. “But the biggest truth about that video is that we love each other. Babe I know that something that precious shouldnt be shared with the world because people can make it into something ugly. Derek wiped away Ahsha’s tear away from her face. "But that’ll never change that what we have is something special.” Derek pulled Ahsha into him even further. Ahsha looked into Derek’s warm eyes and for the first time she felt calm because he was right. Ahsha gave Derek a weak smile because she could always count on him in he toughest times. Derek wasnt lying one bit and everything he was saying made complete since. “You always know what to say” Ahsha said sniffling. “I know Ill feel better once I talk to my mom but I just cant face anyone right now.” Ahsha took a deep breath. “Ahsha it’ll be fine” Derek said confidently. “No matter what your parents love you but most of all they know you. Trust me when I say they probably know something isn’t right”. “Well Derek what’s our next step?” Ahsha looked to her husband for clarity. Derek kissed her on the side of her temple. “We pickup the pieces together, talk with our lawyer and the detectives and find this son of a bitch” Derek stated. “Derek promise me through this whole thing we’ll make sure that we’re okay and that our marriage is protected.” “ I promise”. Derek declared confidently. ……………………..

After and hour of Derek helping Ahsha pull herself together everyone arrives back to their home. Ahsha and Derek took a seat on their couch very close together. Ahsha still visibly shaken curled herself into a ball and lays her head on Derek’s chest as he place a protecting arm around her. Before everyone entered Derek instructed that he and Ahsha speak with their lawyer first. As followed the first person to enter their home was their lawyer Jeffery Stokes. Jeff sat on the couch opposite of the couple. “Hey Jeff” Derek said nodding his head towards their lawyer. “Hey D, I know this inst easy and its about to get a lot tougher. The detectives we have here to help with your case are outside. Now being that the situation is sticky they’re gonna have to ask you guys some tough questions”. "What kind of question Jeff?” Derek asked in a gaurded tone “Derek they can ask the two of you anything, I just want you to be ready and prepared. Although its for the better to get more information of building the case I’ll be here the entire interview and I’ll let you know whatever you dont want to answer you dont have to. I’ll also advise you both on what not to answer period. I just need to know that you both are ready for this”. Finished Jeff. “You ready Mrs. Roman?“ Derek inquired rubbing the side of her shoulder. Ahsha instantly thought about those same words Derek asked her when they boarded the plane to Miami but this time she wasn’t so sure. "Yeah” Ahsha responded looking upward trying not to cry again. “Okay, we’re ready” confirmed Derek. Now the real questioning would begin.

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