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tswwwit · 5 months
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i’m sooo curious on bill meeting dipper’s parents. i think i remember you mentioning at one point they kinda sucked and treated dip especially bad. i’m sure that’s caused a lot of his long term mental health/self esteem issues and i can’t help but think his husband wouldn’t be too thrilled about that. also they don’t even know he’s married so that’s a whole other thing lol
In the Familiar AU, Dipper's parents shipped him and Mabel off to Grunkle Stan back when they were twelve, actually!
This was initially excused as the twins 'needing to get used to having magic'. Which makes sense! Magical puberty is a heck of a thing, and getting some training's useful to cut down on random magic surges.
But by the end of the summer, they hadn't made any plans for picking the kids up. This when Stan twigged to the real situation.
And by the end of that year, Dipper knew his 'paranoid' assumption was absolutely correct.
So the twins grew up in Gravity Falls, with only very occasional visits back 'home'. Contact's been sporadic, and Mabel's been the one who's clung more to their parent's attention. Dipper hasn't spoken to them unless forced to in years.
So yeah! Bill's not exactly thrilled with the parents - but lucky for them, they haven't met him yet! And they definitely don't know about the marriage. Much less anything else.
#answers#In summary: The twins' parents found out their kids were magical and decided they Just Couldn't Deal with that#They're not magical themselves and giving your kids some Magic Training is a good idea#But at some point you need to actually *take them back*#Which they just. Didn't#Dipper abso-friggin-lutely has a whole mess of issues from that#Abandonment's a big one. Being worth something and good at something? Yep that's an issue right there#Not the least of which is that Mabel as a more Talented and Powerful magic user got more attention when they were still there#Then continued to get more attention via phone call when they weren't#Mabel's got some REALLY rose-colored glasses on about the situation#Dipper sees it for the 'well my kids are freaks but at least one of them is a Cool Freak' it is#That's a fact he's been stewing on for *ages*. A fact bomb that he could theoretically drop on his sister but never did#Needless to say he got the brunt of the Issues™ but Mabel's got her own in turn#I'm also betting there's more than a dash of homophobia in their parents considering their reaction just to Magic#So the parents aren't going to be very thrilled about either of their partners#In my head I picture the parents wanting a Totally Picturesque Family#And creating the visual of one is easier if you only have Pictures of the kids instead of them being there and being themselves#In summary: Yeah The Parents Suck#I started a fic for this once and I still intend to write one but that's a later type of project#I gotta have the right start for it to flow well
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ae-xoshidae · 11 months
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If you are baffled by Gunwook's position, let me remind you he stayed on top 15 the whole show while being hated by both korean and international fans, being evil edited and his only friends (possible alliances) being his direct competition. That means he wasn't anyone's filler and still kept going up. Some of the other trainees? Fillers, token even. Gunwook was always within the top 9 of every mock korean 1 pick, always on the top of Japanese 1 pick, if you cared for him and saw how his fans were moving, you would know him debuting, specially in top5, was to be expected.
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Tattoo artist Simon definitely makes reader promise that she’ll never go to a tattoo artist that isn’t him while he’s fucking her. Pounding like a madman while she can barely get her moans out - edges her until she promises that he’s the only one who will ever touch her.
(female!reader, mdni 18+)
you sound like you've experienced this before. how'd you get into simon's parlour, hm? have you been taunting him with that tattoo that isn't his? riling him up? daring him to finally claim you as his pretty little client? oh he takes the bait alright. among other things
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you don't really know how you got here. pressed down into the tattoo chair on your hands and knees. actually, you have an inkling of it. probably has something to do with the way you posted on your social media page again, posing with the tattoo on your shoulder that wasn't done by simon.
and little did you know how tightly he clenched his phone when he saw that you had added könig as a friend as well. knowing full well that könig requested to follow you first before you followed him back. trying to one up him, simon bets. trying to stake his claim as if simon didn't already have you first.
you didn't think anything of it when simon asked you to stay after the shop closed. has all the lights off except the half of the room where he's plowing you into the seat. watching the way your juices glimmer around his cock every time he takes such long strokes from your pussy.
"how bad y'wanna cum, love?" he grunts. doesn't even sound like he's broken a sweat! how dare he.
you groan into the leather of the chair, ruining it as if your cunt hasn't been leaking all over the seat of it. simon doesn't care. can easily replace it. don't think he will. not when you've finally left a mark back for him >:)
"mmmh!" that's all you can say. he coos and grips your jaw to turn your head. spits into your open mouth and goes back to fucking you nice and deep, making sure to drag his cock the full length along your walls.
"aw, can't even speak? s'okay. don't need to speak to anyone other than me. don't need anyone else trying to ink you, mark you. not when you're mine."
you feel like you've been going for hours. the normally sweet and attentive simon is gone, replaced with someone who looks so mean. is so feral. and can't get enough of your pussy! he pounds into you and slaps your ass meanly, leaving a temporary mark of his that feeds the urge to claim you.
"si-moooon," you drawl out as he starts hitting that one spot. he smirks behind you, pushing you even more into the seat as he fucks you so good. "w'nna cum."
"yea?" he moves his hand from the back of your neck to your hair and pulls you back to look at him again. "y'only get to cum if you promise to come to me only."
you blearily gaze back up at him as he plunges into you. can't focus too well. you just nod your head in your haze, too drunk on his cock to think.
"need your words, sweetheart." he growls out. "tell me, who is it who's fucking you?"
"y...you, simon," you pant out. he grins and slaps your ass again.
"'nd who is going to make you cum?"
"you, simon! please!" another slap, this time he rubs your cheek gently and grins at the forming handprint,
"you promise to come to me only? i only work with what's mine."
you nod, desperate to feel you cum around his girth. because he's just been toying with you all this time. just filling you up nice and slow and whenever you get close he'll pull out to rub between your ass checks. "yes. i'll only go to you, simon! i'm yours!"
"damn right," he says with a final spank and starts fucking into you with newfound strength. finally giving into his primal need to claim you. "you're mine to ink, mine to fuck, mine to make cum. mine, mine mine."
you feel like you're about to burst at that. and you do when he leans down to groan into your ear with a, "and mine to cum in and mark from the inside."
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Skyfall | Azriel x reader [Part 1]
Skyfall [Masterlist] here!
Summary: Azriel's mate quite literally falls from the sky.
A/N: This used to be a Cassian x reader draft and also the very first acotar fic I ever wrote. Also, I finished editing this half-asleep at 1 in the morning so please excuse if it sucks, the next parts will be better, I promise!
This will be a series! Idk how many parts yet, but let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. ✨
Word count: 4163
Warnings: talk of and description of injuries and violence
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Harsh winds cut through the layers of Azriel's fighting leathers as he stepped through the door of Rhys' cabin in the mountains, leaving all warmth behind. He watched Mor breathe into cupped hands, a frosty expression on her ethereal face that could have rivalled every inch of their icy surroundings.
"I don't understand," she huffed as she pulled her cloak a little tighter around her body, "why in the Mother's name you would deem this a good place to go hunting. Out of all the nice and cosy forests to choose from, you lot go with icy tundra. This is going to suck balls."
Cassian barked a laugh, his right wing darting from its carefully folded position to nudge Mor's shoulder. "No one's holding a knife to your pretty throat. Go back inside if you don't want to come."
Amren, too, had decided to stay behind—content in spending some alone time with a newly discovered hobby that had been hogging most of her attention for the past few days: embroidery. They all had bets going to see how long she'd keep it up before losing interest entirely.
Mor snorted. "What, so you guys can have fun without me?"
"Fun?" Feyre lifted a brow from where she walked sandwiched between Rhys and Azriel. "But you just said—"
"Don't try making sense of the things Morrigan says," Rhys interrupted his mate with a tilted smirk. "We have long deemed all attempts futile."
Mor shot him a glare. "You know what, Rhys—"
Her sentence broke off as a deep crease appeared between her brows, and suddenly, the cold seemed the furthest thing from her mind. Her eyes fixed on something in the distance, and when Azriel came to a stop and followed her gaze, his shoulders immediately tensed with alert, mind racing through all the emergency protocols they had put in place after Hybern's attack on Velaris.
If they were under attack, Cassian would immediately have to call in an aerial unit from the nearest war camp, maybe two, and he and Azriel would have to defend the others alone until the Illyrians got here. Rhys and Feyre would help as much as they could from the ground, and only join in on an active fight if Azriel and Cassian were to find themselves drastically outnumbered.
It was a good thing that the mountains were Illyrian territory, though. Cassian would call the alarm, Rhys would spread it with the help of his powers, and winged soldiers would be here within minutes—carried through icy winds by strong wings long accustomed to the harsh climate.
But to Azriel's relief, it didn't seem to be an attack, or at least not a big one.
As he focussed on the horizon, he spotted a single dark smudge gliding through the skies, and when Cassian, Rhys, and Feyre turned to see for themselves, tension immediately radiated off each one of them—the memories of the attack on Velaris still all too fresh. That day, too, had started out with dark smudges on the horizon.
"Should we attack?" Azriel asked quietly, almost softly, as his hands curled into fists at his sides, Siphons glowing a little brighter than just a moment before.
Rhys' eyes shifted to Cassian, waiting for his general's assessment the very moment realisation dawned on Azriel, and he narrowed his eyes at the sky. The dark shape... the way it was moving seemed...
Mor noticed it, too. "It looks like it's falling."
A beat of silence.
"Are those... wings?" Feyre questioned.
Azriel met Rhys' gaze and with a single nod from the High Lord, he launched up into the clouds with strong beats of his wings and shot towards the falling figure.
Azriel was the fastest out of his brothers to begin with, and he'd always possessed a gift neither Rhys nor Cassian could call their own. His shadows.
Within seconds they carried him across the skies, and as he drew closer and closer to the falling figure, and the earth drew rapidly closer as well, he made out a mess of shredded wings, of blood clinging to bare skin, and an unconscious Illyrian woman free falling to her death.
Just as she was about to hit the treetops she'd been falling towards, he caught her mid-air, and the breath got knocked from his lungs when she slammed into his chest due to their close proximity to the ground not allowing him to adapt his speed.
As his wings fought to adjust to the sudden increase in weight, Azriel took in what he'd just barely managed to catch, and gritted his teeth as he did so.
Once glorious wings now hung limply from the unconscious female's back, shredded, and bloody, and impaled with a number of wooden spikes. It only took Azriel a second to recognise the stinging scent of ash wood, as every cell in his body began to revolt against the mere presence of it.
He lifted two fingers to press down on the side of her neck, just beneath her jaw. A pulse. Faint but present, despite the bloody gashes and bruises littering her ice-cold skin. Her head rolled against his shoulder as he carried her back to his friends, pulling her tighter against his body in an attempt to shield her as best as he could from the harsh mountain winds.
Mor, who'd been shivering only moments before, tore off her cloak as Azriel approached and draped the thick fabric over the stranger's body. She too cringed at the sight of destroyed wings.
Rhys' face was set in stone as he took in the damage. "Mor," he mumbled. "Do you think you can save the wings?"
"I can try." Her voice was lacking the confidence one would've hoped for. "Though I don't have a lot of experience with mending wings. Amren might be able to help."
The limp form in his arms was still freezing to the touch, and as Azriel tracked the injuries on her limbs, he noted the discoloured tone of her fingertips.
"We have to get her out of the cold."
Azriel started for the cabin, knowing Rhys would permit her to enter, as this was so obviously an emergency, and when he stepped back into warmth just a few moments later, he was careful not to do more damage to the stranger's wings and keep them from dragging on the ground.
Amren looked up from her embroidery as the group burst into the kitchen, and as though participating in a daily occurrence, she swiftly started to clear the sturdy wooden table for Azriel to gently place the injured female face-down atop it.
Amren, without so much as a scowl on her face, carefully arranged the ruined wings around their unconscious bearer, and while Feyre and Mor went to fetch hot water and blankets, she met Azriel's gaze over the limp body.
"Where did you find this one?"
"Mor spotted her falling from the sky just a few miles north."
Cassian gently twisted her right wing back into a natural position, wincing at the delicate skin hanging in shreds, and no doubt reminded of the state of his own wings upon his return from Hybern. "Illyrian bastards," he muttered.
"You think a war camp did this?" Feyre asked as she returned with a bowl of steaming water. She dipped a piece of cloth into it and carefully began cleaning some of the lighter cuts on the faerie's legs.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Rhys said, his tone as grim as his expression. "Maybe she resisted the Clipping. Although I've never seen them punish their women quite this brutally for it, let alone use ash wood. Cutting her up like that, shredding her wings... this isn't punishment. This is personal, this is... rage." His eyes flickered to Mor. It was only for a split-second, barely long enough to notice, but Azriel knew in an instant where his mind had gone.
These injuries, this violence. He'd seen it all before when he found Mor on the Autumn Court's border with her womb impaled, and her body broken.
Azriel watched with his teeth clenched as Mor, either oblivious to the parallels or well-versed at hiding her emotions, began to tend to bigger cuts along the faerie's back—cuts that bore some resemblance to the lashings Cassian used to get for fighting the other boys in Windhaven.
"Nice folks, Illyrians," Amren snarled as she ran her hands over the ruined wings, inspecting the damage. "We'll have to get the ash wood out first. And I think it'll be wise to stitch the bigger gashes back together before mending them with magic."
Azriel suppressed a wince at the thought of sticking a needle through such sensitive tissue.
He looked down at the battered and beaten female and his heart gave a twinge as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Pointed. Only part Illyrian, then. Interesting. He tucked that piece of information into the back of his mind.
When Rhys left the room to gather needle and thread, and Mor and Feyre continued to tend to wounded flesh, Amren instructed Cassian and Azriel to keep each of the wings steady as she got ready to pull out the first rough spike. She kept her hand wrapped in a towel to spare herself the direct touch of ash wood. Its presence was bad enough—Azriel could feel its sting even from afar.
"Keep her as still as possible. If even a single splinter remains, she won't be able to use the wing anymore." Amren braced herself as she stared down the ash spike. "Here we go."
She reached out a hand, and the very second the tips of her fingers brushed against the greyish wood, all hell broke loose.
With an ear-splitting scream, the faerie on the table shot back to consciousness.
Flaring what was left of her wings, she writhed in pain, sobs tearing from her throat as she tried to squirm away from each of their hands.
Buckling like a wild animal caught in a trap, she sent the bowl of water flying through the kitchen, pain turning the sounds breaking through er throat almost feral, as she tried pushing herself up on trembling arms.
Mor and Feyre struggled to take hold of her kicking legs whilst Cassian, Amren and Azriel did their best to avoid getting hit by raging wings. The table gave a groan beneath her, and finally Cassian lunged for her right wing, while Amren tried her best to hold on to the left one.
"Azriel," Amren hissed. "Hold her down, damn it!"
As his shadows wound themselves around her middle to keep her locked on the table, Azriel moved to hold on to her wrist, his other hand pressing down on the back of her neck as gently as the situation allowed. Her weakened body gave in easily enough, and she slumped back onto the table, her forehead now pressing into the wood beneath her as she continued to sob.
Azriel crouched until he was on the same height as her.
"Listen to me," he said with his voice lowered to a soothing register. "You have to stay still, or you will lose your wings." His thumb began to move across her wrist of its own accord, running gentle lines along her fluttering pulse point. "I know it hurts, but we're trying to help you."
A new, heart-shattering sound tore through her throat, her free hand blindly searching for something to hold on to. When she found Azriel's arm, she hooked her fingers into his clothes, and she held on hard enough for him so feel the pressure of her grip even through the leather.
For a short moment, silence enveloped them whole, only her rapid breathing filling the air.
"Okay," Armen said slowly, warily. "Rhys, you take this wing, Cassian the other one. Azriel, you hold her down." She looked at Mor and Feyre. "You two hold on to her legs. We need her as still as possible."
"Rhys, can't you knock er out for a while?" Mor threw her cousin a look. "It would be a mercy."
"I already tried," Rhys mumbled with an unreadable expression. "She has rather extensive mental shields, even now. It would take too long to break through."
A blink, then Amren shifted and swiftly grabbed on to the ash wood spike. The faerie once again began to scream and writhe, and Azriel gritted his teeth as he strengthened his grip on the back of her neck, on her wrist, his shadows drawing tighter around her torso.
"Please," she cried, head rolling from side to side as she bore unfathomable pain. "My wings—" Her voice cracked as Amren freed the first spike and the faerie bucked with pain.
"I know," Azriel mumbled, his thumb running through her hair as her face remained pressed against the table. "I know. It'll get better. I promise."
It was painful and it was slow and Azriel found himself wishing for her to pass out again, just so she wouldn't have to suffer so much. Her fingers were tight against his arm, tight enough they surely would have formed a bruise had he not worn his leathers.
When the fifth spike fell to the floor, her shoulders slumped, and the remaining strength seeped from her body like wax from a melting candle. She turned her head to the side, pressing her heated cheek into the wood, and while her eyes remained closed, her lips parted for laboured pants to tear in and out of her lungs.
"It's almost done," Azriel mutters, brushing the hair from her face while Amren worked on removing the last spike inch by painful inch.
For the first time since they'd brought her into this cottage, she pulled open her eyes and looked up at him with deep agony dimming every light they might have carried once. Nevertheless, there was something there, something deep within, something his every sense narrowed down to.
Azriel recoiled as he felt the world shift.
Rhysand called his name, called for him to return to his position, but Azriel could do nothing but stare at the suffering woman on the table, every nerve of his body alive and sizzling, clouding his mind.
"Azriel, hold her!" Mor snapped as the unknown faerie once again screwed her eyes shut and began writhing against the pain, however involuntarily.
"I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm sorry. It hurts."
She screamed when Amren pulled on the last spike—a scream even more pain-filled than all the ones before, and it shook Azriel's very bones.
"Shit," Amren hissed. "Shit, a splinter. For fuck's sake, boy, snap out of it!"
Azriel's eyes shot up only to meet Rhys' awed gaze. His brother's voice rang through his mind all but a second later.
She's your mate.
Azriel's heart twisted in his chest at the thought, her screams ringing through his mind until his knees threatened to give in.
When Amren began plugging at the raw, sensitive tissue of her abused wing in search of the splinter that could render it entirely useless if not removed, he returned to her side, holding on to her as she cried, and swallowing his own pain that suddenly seems to mirror hers.
She dug her nails into his arm, and when Amren finally pulled the last piece of wood from her wings, all the air left her lungs in a single, hoarse exhale, and she fully collapsed on the table.
She remained surprisingly still when Amren, Cassian and Mor began to stitch and heal the tears in her wings, flinching every now and then, but otherwise keeping her forehead on the table and her hand on Azriel's arm.
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Hours later, Azriel still sat by her side.
Mor and Amren had finished the last of her injuries just a little over an hour ago and now the kitchen remained as silent and as dark as the rest of the cottage. Her wings lay limply draped over the sides of the table, some of the bigger wounds still gently oozing blood, as the magic would still take a little while longer to fully heal what's been torn apart so viciously.
Her breaths were quick and shallow, and Azriel didn't doubt the whispers of pain still clinging to her bones, her body so weakened and tortured by hours of agony that even her sleep wasn't peaceful.
He hesitantly ran a hand through her hair, allowing himself to study her face—a face still twisted in pain, though not as heartbreakingly hopeless as it had been when they found her.
He was surprised to find every fibre of his being longing for her, longing for her to open her eyes, to smile, to heal. He wanted to find out who did this to her and slaughter them all, wanted to burn down the world for her, and load all her pain onto himself.
He sensed Rhys' presence without the necessity of lifting his gaze from where it rested on the delicate curve of her lips, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke—hoarse as though he'd been the one to scream is lungs out with torturous pain.
"How did you survive it?"
Rhys rounded the table, hands buried in his pockets, pensive eyes running along her battered wings.
"Survive what?"
Azriel swallowed and avoided looking at her back, at the angry red lines now only remnants of the torn skin dripping with blood just hours before.
"Her pain", he croaked. "When you felt Feyre suffer through your bond ... how did you stop yourself from slaughtering Tamlin on the spot?"
Rhys forced the air from his lungs in an audible exhale. "I honestly don't know... looking back, I'm quite surprised myself. I wanted to tear him apart for what he did, what he let happen, but more than that I wanted to help her get past it."
It was silent for a moment, and Azriel tried memorising her features as thoroughly as possible. A muscle in her jaw ticked as she clenched her teeth in her sleep.
"I don't even know her name and I'd lay down my life for her in a heartbeat."
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She slept for twelve hours straight, the sun already high in the sky when she began to stir the next day.
After Amren had once again checked the wounds and the state of the mended wings, she, Feyre and Cassian had returned to Velaris, leaving only Rhys and Mor behind, the latter of which was currently running a warm washcloth along the healed wounds of the faerie, washing away what little crusted blood remained.
She all but flinched awake.
Eyes shot open to dart about the room, and legs kicked blindly at the wet piece of cloth in Mors hand, who immediately took a step back.
Azriel watched from a corner of the kitchen as she noted the blankets covering her up, the ones they'd slid beneath her to make the hard wooden table a little more bearable. Mor stepped around the table to stand next to him, to avoid giving her the feeling of being surrounded.
Her arms shook as she carefully moved to push her aching body up, and Azriel was by her side faster than he'd planned. She cast a wary glance at his outstretched hand before tentatively placing her palm in his, her other hand gripping a blanket to her chest.
She grimaced as she moved to her knees, then immediately took her hand from Azriel's. Her eyes darted to Mor, then finally to her wings, a broken sound passing her lips as she took in the stitched lines, the healing patches, the scars, the tears. She pressed the back of her hand to her lips, sorrow filling her eyes.
"They're still healing", Rhys' smooth voice drifted in from the entrance as he stepped next to Mor. "My dear cousin here is doing her best to speed it along, but your injuries were ... substantial."
The faerie nodded numbly, and Azriel knew the question she was too afraid to ask.
"You'll fly again", he said. "With training, you'll fly again."
She didn't look at him, just stared at her wings as she let his words sink in. Closing her eyes, she nodded tentatively, releasing a shaky breath.
"I don't know what to say", she finally croaked, and it was the first time Azriel heard her voice without it being warped and twisted by fear and agony. "I owe you everything."
"I believe introductions are in order. I'm Rhysand", Rhys offered with a polite smile, lifting a hand to vaguely point at Mor next. "This is my cousin Morrigan, and this is Azriel."
She followed the movements of his hand, and her gaze rested on Azriel for a heartbeat longer before she cleared her throat and tightened the blanket around her body.
She told them her name, then, still kneeling atop the wooden kitchen table, and it felt as though Azriel's lungs inhaled deeply for the first time in his life. Her name. He finally knew her name, let it ring through him, savoured the sound of it down to his toes.
She bowed her head where she knelt, and Azriel noticed her hands shaking against her chest. "I will pay my debt of course. In any way you see fit, High Lord."
So she knew. Knew Rhys at least. Azriel swallowed as he met his brother's eye across the room.
"That won't be necessary", Rhys said. "Though your injuries must be seen as a serious offence. I would appreciate you telling me what happened, so the ones responsible might be dealt with accordingly."
She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. Her eye darted to Mor, then to Azriel before once again resting on Rhys, a crease now apparent between her brows.
"I'd prefer to pay my debt, High Lord."
She didn't want to risk being in Rhys' debt, which wasn't surprising, considering the reputation he'd built for himself over the years. Many High Fae and lesser faeries alike had long come to realise that being in his debt might one day return to bite you in the ass.
Rhys leaned against the wall, his hands remaining buried in his pockets. "Consider your story payment, then."
Mor tilted her head, eyes flickering across the still limp wings. "Did you resist the Clipping? Did a war camp do this to you?"
She moved her unflinching gaze to Mor, her shoulders a little straighter than just moments before, her voice soft as she spoke. "In a way."
She didn't offer up any more details, and suddenly, silence flooded the kitchen as she held Rhys' gaze, no doubt waiting to see who would give in first. It wasn't long until Azriel could no longer bear the tension still radiating off her.
"Mor can help you bathe first if you wish", he said. "We'll get you some clothes and food. We can talk about this later."
Her eyes, now clear and bright and unyielding, once again met his, and a jolt shot down his spine as they did. She searched his face for any signs of dishonesty, searched for hints telling her that maybe she shouldn't trust him, then finally dipped her chin once.
Azriel was by her side as she carefully moved off the table, wincing at her aching bones. She cast him a wary glance as he offered her a hand but held on to him nonetheless, weak knees almost sending her sprawling across the floor as her bare feet hit the stones below.
Her right wing twisted as it scraped over the table, and she flinched.
"You'll have to try and fold them in a little", Azriel mumbled as she did her best to arrange the wing back into a natural position.
She pulled a face as she did as he'd said, slowly folding her wings as close to her body as her pain allowed, until they were close enough to allow her to move more freely, if a little crooked.
Mor offered a smile as she led her to the bathing room, and every part of Azriel wanted to follow.
"Do the others know?", Azriel asked quietly, as the two females turned the corner.
Rhys looked up. "That your mate literally fell out of the sky and right into your arms?" Azriel shot him a glare and the High Lord smiled. "You didn't do a very good job hiding it."
A beat.
"Do you think she knows?"
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whippedspread · 4 months
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✩𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬✩
𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: You get mad at your partner for not giving you enough attention. To get what you want, you ignore him, and spend the rest of the party with a friend. He gets jealous.
𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut
ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Scaramouche, Xiao, Lyney
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𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 ✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚
He was playing with you. His thumb rubbing against your clit while his slender fingers thrust into you. He kissed you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth. You knew what he was doing. He'd finger you until you were begging for his dick instead. Until your pussy throbbed. Yet he wouldn't give it to you, he'd leave you helpless with a wet pussy.
Scaramouche had dragged you out of the party, and threw you in the backseat of his car. He was more pissed than ever. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he had snapped. "You dare ignore me? Talk to another man in front of my face? Fucking whore."
Now he was all over you, fingering your slick cunt, with your dress pulled up past your waist. His breathing was heavy, and you would bet he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he wouldn't. He curled his fingers and put pressure. His thumb began rubbing harder and faster on your clit, making you moan. You felt an orgasm building up as you began to bite your lip. His mouth moved from yours, lowering to your neck. He began sucking on it, marking you. You loved how his jealousy made him possessive, and how he made sure he'd leave hickeys in obvious places.
Scaramouche was moving his fingers again, but faster. He pushed them deeper into you. His touch begged you to cum. He needed you to cum. He wanted to think about it when he jerked himself off later tonight.
You were a mess. All you could do was moan. Your body trembled, your pussy ached the more he fucked you with his hand, and you couldn't help but orgasm. You called out his name, closing your eyes as you came all over his fingers.
He slid them out, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His middle finger now gently rubbed, and gave soft pleasure so your tingling clit. "You think that man at the party could do that?" he mocked. "Look how pathetic I can make you look. Look how quickly I can turn you into a good girl."
𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚
Xiao kissed your thigh, his other hand pushing your other leg to spread them. The most of the reaction you got out of him was annoyance, but he was still gentle and sweet. "If you wanted me to do something, why didn't you just tell me?" he had scolded. "I would've drove you home right then and there and pleased your needs."
Now his tongue was gliding along your clit. You couldn't hold back your whimper as you felt him lick up your slickness, and run his tongue over your entrance. His hands gently spread your pussy. He began sucking your now-dripping cunt. His tongue flickering over spots that got the best reactions out of you.
You moaned his name in a needy manner. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice sending vibrations. You bite your lip, pushing your cunt into his mouth. He continued to lick and put soft pressure, causing you to grow more sensitive. He'd leave small kisses on your clit or your folds, before going back to using his tongue.
Unexpectedly, you orgasm. He paused, then pulled back to look at you. He licked his lips and frowned. "Already? But I wanted you to do it when I was inside you."
You were embarrassed.
As if trying to reassure you, Xiao shrugged and added, "you can always do it again. Either way, you look so pretty when you cum."
𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕪✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚
The magician somehow always managed to catch you by surprise. You should've never tried to make him jealous in the first place. He was a flirtatious man, yet the way he claimed you was far more 'out there' than his words.
He would claim you by showing the other man you were his. That only he could give you what you wanted.
You were at a hotel, bent over, being fucked out of your mind. In this position, it was like Lyney was filling you up. As he fucked you, he'd give you a slap on the ass every now and then. He loved the red marks it would make, and how your ass would jiggle. It only made him harder. It only gave him more energy to fuck you more.
The man you had dared to flirt with just happened to be into this kind of thing. You could hear him in the corner of the room, grunting as he touched himself watching you.
Lyney laughed. "Hear that, sweetheart? Is this what you wanted? Two men craving over your pussy?" He groaned as he spoke. His dick throbbed from how good you felt. "But only I can please you, right? You love how good I can make you feel, right?"
The only response you could give was a choked up moan. Another thrust, and you couldn't stop yourself from orgasming. The sight of you reaching your limit made him hiss, and he continued fucking you. The sensitivity and pleasure had you bawling the sheets in your fist.
"If you wanted me to do this...you could've just asked.." he grunted, "now look at you being fucked and humiliated. Yet you still take it all like a good girl." His hands went from your ass to your hips. He kept a firm grip on you while speeding the pace of his thrusts. You couldn't even think of the man watching you from how much pleasure Lyney made you feel.
He had complete control over you. All you could focus on was his cock pumping into you, making you an absolute mess. Your moans motivated him. No matter how many times you came, he wouldn't stop, because it only made him want to fuck you more.
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ PARK SUNGHOON
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‘that’s the help you needed, huh?’ ☁️ part of the forbidden attraction series ☁️ featuring ravenclaw!sunghoon
also read : jake ┊ heeseung ┊ jay
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AU ┊hogwarts, wizard!sunghoon x witch!reader
SUMMARY┊ when your best friend sunoo challenges you with a bet, you already know that refusing is not an option. although he’s confident that you’re never going to win. not when the bet – and its prize – revolves around none other than the studious prefect of ravenclaw – park sunghoon.
but all you need is a study session, breaking some rule and you know you’ll get his undivided attention.
WARNINGS┊SMUT! porn with plot. some sexual tension. slow burn. dirty talk, public sex, making out, sunghoon as a (soft) brat tamer 😇, teasing, choking, fingering, handjob, oral sex (f & m receiving), voyeurism, unprotected sex, riding him on the chair, fucking on a table, sunghoon has a dirty mouth (i can’t contain myself, i’m sorry). THIS IS LOOONG, the smut part even longer. so please pardon any spelling mistakes <3 also this is a repost because it didn't appear in the tags woo!! plus this is fiction, i don’t own enha and nothing in these fics depicts their actual personalities and behaviours !
click on read more !!
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There’s something quite fascinating about Hogwarts at night, as if it takes on an even more magical and mysterious aura -- which is an understatement.
Dimly lit torches line the stone walls, casting flickering shadows that dance across the ancient tapestries. It feels like the entire castle is hushed, with moonlight streaming through the towering windows, illuminating the long wooden corridors.
The only thing you could hear were the faint voices of portraits on the walls that seem to come alive in the quiet, their subjects whispering and moving within their frames.
But if someone happens to walk towards the small lobby between the Astronomy Tower and the Spell classroom, they would find the not-so-quiet laughters and curses of a troublemaker pair; that of the Slytherin pupil Kim Sunoo and you - the most popular and admired student in Hogwarts.
It was supposed to be a simple night study session, that’s what your dear friend promised you, in sight of your upcoming exams. Tucked away in the secluded hall leading to the Tower -- nothing and nobody would have distracted you.
However, Sunoo seems to have taken it upon himself as a personal mission to awaken the entire school with your awfully loud discourses, delving into subjects typically reserved for more... private settings.
But you and Sunoo have many things in common, and having no shame is one of that – even if that means taking some time off your studies, busy distracting yourselves at the slightest sign of boredom.
That’s how you’re here now, sitting on the floor as open books are scattered around you while Sunoo urges you to tell him about your almost recent hook-up, making you spare no detail.
“I can’t believe you, seriously!” says Sunoo, a hand covering his mouth as he shamelessly laughs out loud at your words. “You refused some head from Lee fucking Felix?!”
You just shrug your shoulders at his question, a smirk on your face as you stare at his shocked expression.
“He wanted to do it in Potion class," you respond, "imagine if we got caught."
Getting caught by your dreadfully grumpy professor was not on your list – not to mention ruining your reputation only to get some head by a guy. Not even a cute face like Felix could convince you.
“As if it ever stopped you from doing it before,” Sunoo smirks, and you chuckle remembering how many times you risked your status of role model student by hooking up… literally anywhere. The last time it happened you were at the storeroom, the excuse of grabbing a potion ingredient lead you to get hammered by a Gryffindor boy you met in class. A moan intended to be less loud was enough to catch the attention of the school’s custodian (or was it him?), and if it wasn’t for your promptness in casting an invisibility spell, you would have get caught.
And since then you’ve been weary from doing it, not only in public spots but also in general. Which explains the situation you’re currently in, constantly horny while the only thought in your head is to get dicked down by someone.
“And what is that supposed to mean?!” you ask with a playful smirk, barely containing your laugh as he gives you a knowing look.
“I’m just saying you don’t need Alohomora to open your legs,” he says confidently, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world -- not that you could deny his fair words.
In your years of being a Hogwarts student, you’ve always had an impeccable reputation, which led your teachers to have a soft spot for you. Of course, that only caused the most utter jealousy coming from your fellow classmates, as well as the admiration from younger students.
People often speculated about your future after graduating, whether you’d become a successful Auror or even walking your way to become a full-time teacher at Hogwarts.
But little do they know, the beloved witch they worship so much cares about her studies as much as she spends her time being a remarkable slut. And one of the bests too. Which is why Sunoo has every right to be in disbelief at your lame attempts of convincing him that your hooker days might have come to an end.
Maybe.
The urge to curse at Sunoo is strong – despite his words being nothing but true – but before you could open your mouth, you get interrupted by a loud bang coming from near by.
“What was that?” you ask, Sunoo immediately shushing you as your body freezes at the unexpected sound -- you know you don't have anything to hide, yet you can't help the nervousness building up inside you.
It only takes a few seconds before you’re met with two first-year students, their uniform holding a print of the Ravenclaw emblem. Their breaths are clearly labored, as are their face flushed with fatigue. They were probably running, perhaps escaping from something – or someone? – which explains why they keep looking around in a tense manner.
When it seemed like everything was fine, they let out a sigh of relief, barely noticing our presence. Sunoo lets out an amused giggle, which was interrupted by a sudden flash of light.
A curse left my lips at the unexpected brightness, radiant enough to scare the two younger students as an impending figure appears in front of them.
You and Sunoo share a confused look, your eyes focused on the scene in front of you as the tall figure stands in front of them.
"How did you do that?!" one of the younger boys ask, his voice shaky as the older guy tilts his head at his question, as if it was the most idiotic thing he's ever heard.
"If you took your classes seriously, you'd know." he responds, his tone as icy as his presence, which emits a sense of authority you rarely see in students your age.
The younger students look at each other with a scared expression, making the older Ravenclaw let out a frustrated sigh, barely audible yet full of meaning.
He walks closer to them, his hands inside the pockets of his pants. The mere action is enough to let the soft material of his cape move away from his body, the scene almost theatrical as you take a better look at his figure.
His posture is confident, and there's an innate grace in the way he carries himself, leaving you in awe at the sight of his slim and tall body.
“You’d also know that wondering around the castle at night is prohibited for first-years like you,” he spits out, his words clearly menacing behind his stoic tone.
It’s almost amusing to see the frightened faces of the two Ravenclaws, their mouth immediately spilling words of excuses and promises to never break said rule again.
“It’s not like we’re the only ones around!” one of them says, pointing towards none other than me and Sunoo.
The older guy turns his body to you, his eyes meeting yours as you finally take on his astounding appearance. You can’t help your eyes slightly widening at the sight; his chiseled features draw attention like a masterpiece framed in light.
His face is adorned by his luscious, black hair and by how perfectly styled they look, you can tell he tries to maintain a well-groomed appearance that speak of attention to detail -- a peculiar characteristic of a true Ravenclaw.
His expression is stoic, as well as the tone he used with the younger boys, but his eyes hold a mysterious glimpse you can’t help but feel drawn to. Its feline shape matches perfectly with its black color, dark as polished onyx.
Everything about him eludes sophistication, and it’s not a coincidence that everyone refer to him as such.
Park Sunghoon is a notorious student in your year, certainly the most feared yet admired of his house. Some might describe him as a party ruiner – always guarding the halls at night to prevent anyone from breaking any rule – while others see him as a reliable source for… anything, really. As if he’s a walking encyclopaedia with a passion for uncovering plans of not-so-innocent students. The perfect traits of a designated prefect – one of the best Hogwarts has ever had.
Of course, you’ve known him for quite some time. You might have had set your eyes on him already, and Sunoo is no foreign to your thirsty thoughts about him. He’s always eager to remind you how many times you begged him to join your study session at the Library, only to spend most of your time staring and gawking at the hard-worker Ravenclaw whose eyes were always set on his books.
You both share the same Potion class, which led you to work together in some preparations, your body always brushing against his purposely, (almost) closing the distance between the two of you. Surely you didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed up and down your body at your action. There was even one time where he grabbed your hips with the excuse of grabbing a potion ingredient in the shelf behind you, his big hands holding you tightly as he pressed you against him.
And you’re sure of that, despite Sunoo telling you that you were being delusional. But how could you forget his smirk after you stared at him with a shocked (and amused) expression? An image that haunted your mind for the following month. Before you found someone else to keep you occupied, of course.
“They don’t look first-years to me, don’t you think?” he breaks the silence, interrupting your prolonged staring as his eyes move back to his younger house mates.
“Unless you happen to have sight problems,” he says with a hint of sarcasm, making Sunoo let out a snicker, “in that case, it’d be even less prudent to go around the castle at this hour.”
The tone of his voice suddenly deepens with the last words, and before the younger students could say anything, he interrupts them with a motion of his wand, a piece of paper appearing in front of him.
“Should I write a complain to deliver directly to the vice headmaster about your rendezvous at night?” he asks, a plume appearing on his other hand. “Or I can assume you’ll find your own way back to the Common Room at haste?”
His voice, menacing as it sounds, holds a sense of urgency that thankfully the younger Ravenclaws are quick to catch, immediately assuring their prefect that they’ll go back to their dorms in no time.
It happens as fast as they said it, not wasting time as they run away, leaving the Ravenclaw prefect let out an annoyed sigh.
A sigh that is soon followed by another, much more heard than Sunghoon’s, from none other than your friend Sunoo.
The sound makes Sunghoon turn his head to you, his eyes moving back and forth between you and your friend, catching your books scattered around the floor. Studying at late hours wasn’t strange to you, but probably it was not a good excuse for being around the castle this late at night.
“Sunoo, Y/N.” He calls your names, his tone less harsh than before, although as stoic as usual. “What are you two doing?”
“What do you think?” you respond back, a challenging tone in your voice as he tilts your head at your words. He quickly looks at Sunoo, that looks back at him with an unapologetic smile.
You could feel your friend’s piercing gaze on you, probably cursing you internally and begging you not to test the prefect’s patience, but your eyes are set on the tall man.
“I think you should go back to your rooms,” he says.
“Are you coming with us?”
You don’t know what went through your head to make you ask that so shamelessly – even Sunoo can’t hide his surprised expression at your words.
Maybe you’re imagining things at his point, your vision almost blurry as your eyes are still set on him. You swear your saw his face slightly blushing at your words, however you can’t be too sure.
But nothing could have prepared you for Sunghoon to let out a mirthful chuckle, a smirk appearing on his face. The same one he did in potion class the very first time.
“Mine wasn’t an invitation,” he simply responds, his tone as icy as before, “more like a valuable advice.”
A silent snicker leaves your lips at his words -- surely sarcasm is his best defence, nothing new for you. You could be a great rival at that, and what stops you from trying it right away is Sunoo breaking a possible banter between the two of you.
“We will go back to our dorms shortly,” he says, forcing a smile. Sunghoon simply dismisses himself with only a nod of his head, walking away from you, not before sending you one last look.
“I bet he’s fun at parties,” you can’t help but say with a chuckle, not even waiting for him to walk away.
It’s not the case of Sunoo that elbows you harshly, making you laugh louder. “What the actual fuck!” he exclaims, chuckling when he’s sure that you’re both alone.
“Have you seen the look on his face?”
“What did you expect? You offered it to him on a silver plate!” he says, fit of laughters echoing in the room.
“And you said you weren’t a little slut anymore,” he adds, enhancing his words with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Whatever,” you shrug him off, your smirk refusing to leave you as you process what just happened. “I can tell he liked my words. Mine was certainly an invitation.”
Sunoo can’t help but roll his eyes at your words, although he enjoys this situation as much as you.
“As if he would accept it,” he teases.
“You’re telling me I can’t pull him off?” you respond, sending him an harsh look. Never in your Hogwarts years you’ve received a no as an answer.
“That’s not what I meant!” He shakes his head in response. “I bet under his nerdy facade, he’s a frustrated mess. Prefect duties aside, I’m sure he has no time to get laid.”
He says it as it was the most obvious thing ever, which you find quite questionable. Sunghoon might be a prefect, always dutiful and having no time for ludicrous activities, but you can tell he’s got experience just by the way he carries himself. Surely he’s not blind in front of the admiring looks of witches and wizards as he walks around the school. You’re almost certain he enjoys the attention he gets, as much as he tries to hide it.
“And actually, I think you might be useful to him.” he adds, awakening you from your thoughts.
“Useful?” you ask, your friend now having all your attention. He simply nods at your question, before explaining even further.
“I mean, if you helped him blow off some steam, I bet he’d be more tolerable.” he proposes “That if you stop being a saint in disguise. You might as well go back to the Muggle world and make a chastity vow.”
“And how would I do that?” you ask, feigning ignorance.
Sunoo lets out an annoyed sigh at your question. “Did the lack of sex burn down what remained of your dumb little brain?”
“Shut up,” you chuckle at his words, grabbing what remains of your messy papers and books on the floor, ready to head back to your common room as Sunoo continues his teasing.
“Or maybe you’re just afraid he won’t fall on his knees for you,” he whispers, stopping your movements as you send him a dirty look.
“As if,” you respond seriously. “When have I never won a guy over?”
“But Park Sunghoon is not an easy catch,” he responds “not even an Imperio spell could make him do anything you want.”
You’re starting to hate Sunoo for putting such thoughts into your mind; the idea of having Sunghoon at your mercy is tempting enough to make you consider his words.
“Bet,” you say with a roll of your eyes, getting up from the floor as Sunoo follows you shortly after.
“As a matter of fact, yes. Let’s bet.” His signature smirk tells you he’s up to no good, yet you can’t seem to ignore his next words. “If you’re so sure of yourself, make the Ravenclaw boy fall at your feet.”
“And what I’ll get in return?” you ask, already knowing that you’ve accepted any bet involving Sunghoon as soon as you set your eyes on him.
“Uuuh… my utter respect?”
“I already have it,” you respond, shrugging him off as you walk back to your dorms.
“You lost it the moment you decided to wear a chastity belt.”
But little does Sunoo know, that your prude days might have come to an end this very moment. Especially now that you have a bet to win, and a Ravenclaw to have fun with.
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Having everyone’s eyes on you comes with great responsibility. Meaning that everyone expects you to be a diligent student, always following the rules and being a good role model for younger students.
However, you can’t deny that you’ve found yourself in multiple situations where you might have broken some rule. And how you’ve never got caught is certainly a mystery to uncover, but all you’ve needed was a simple touch of your wand and poof… you managed to hide yourself from undiscreet eyes.
You’ve used the disillusionment charm too many times to count -- meeting your hook up at night is not an easy task when certain prefects roam around the castle.
And perhaps you should also use it now that you’re walking around the library, wondering if your plan will go as smoothly as you hope -- your eyes focused on your prey.
When he’s not pestering younger students around the castle, Park Sunghoon likes to spend time in the library, mostly focused on his studies, although he had the designated role of checking around the study hall, a courtesy to Mrs Scribner.
You knew you could find him here, but in order to catch his attention you’d have to do better than just tease and stare at him from distance.
See, you don’t have any problem when it comes to get your hands dirty, when it’s done for a good cause. And Sunghoon is worthy enough to break one of the most severe rules in Hogwarts.
Students are prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forrest outside the Hogwarts castle, one of them says. It’s also severely forbidden for any student to enter a faculty room without previous consent, especially the Restricted Section in the Library area.
Now, you’re not brave enough to enter the Forbidden Forrest unaccompanied – you weren’t exactly friendly with giant spiders and centaurs – but the Restricted Section in the library always perked your curiosity.
So why not entering it with a lame excuse only to catch the attention of one Ravenclaw prefect?
That’s why you’re here now, wandering around the library aisles as the only sounds you can hear are the rustling of papers alongside the hushed whispers of students.
Your eyes, however, are set on a recognisable figure, whose attention is merely focused on the pile of books Mrs Scribner gave him to place around the library. Your initial idea is to occasionally bump into him as he scrolls down the aisles, but the large inscription of the Restricted Section catches your attention the more you look at it.
So – before you send Sunghoon one last look – you slowly walk towards the wooden door that divides the rest of the library from the Restricted Section, trying your best not to be seen by any students or worse, the custodian.
If Sunghoon has an acute eye for trespassers, he’d surely have seen you by now.
As you enter the secluded area, you immediately get veiled in an air of mystery. Dim lighting casts shadows on ancient tomes, their leather bindings exuding a faint scent of history.
The silence is palpable, broken only by the occasional echo of your footsteps treading carefully on creaky wooden floors.
A silent curse leaves your lips as the floor below creaks loudly, the sound making you cringe as you wander around different aisles.
You surely understand the reason why this place is prohibited for most of the students; books of ancient magic, adorned with suggestive emblems, are enough to catch the attention of those who want to master the Dark Arts.
You’re so enthralled by those books that you don’t notice an impending figure behind you.
“Moste Potente Potions? Interesting choice.”
You can’t help the gasp leaving your lips as you turn around, your eyes widening even more when you’re met with none other than Park Sunghoon, his figure so tall in contrast to yours.
“Sssh, there’s no need to be loud.” His expression matches the stoicism in the tone of his voice. “Unless you want other people to find out what you’re doing?” he says, clearly alluding to Mrs Scribner.
“No…” you barely manage to say, too focused at coming up with an excuse. “It’s just–“
“I assume you don’t have a written permission to be here, am I right?”
He tilts his head as you don’t respond to him right away, as if he doesn’t already now that you don’t have any right to be here.
“So why did you think it was a good idea to come here?”
“If you just–” you stop yourself, trying to rebuild your usual confident facade – an hard task considering the proximity of Sunghoon face with yours – “I needed more material for a… new potion.”
You grab the book he previously mentioned, holding it tightly against your chest.
He knows you’re lying to him, but he can’t help but wonder how far you’ll go to have him convinced.
“A new potion?” he asks, feigning curiosity.
“Yes,” you respond proudly, not even processing your next words as you say them so confidently “a love potion, to be exact.”
Your words must have sounded funny to Sunghoon, whose tight lips break in a surprised chuckle. It’s the first time you see him genuinely smile, although you can tell he’s about to crush your ego.
“Ever heard of Amortentia?” he deadpans “Unless you just pretend to pay attention in class.”
His words make you roll your eyes, earning a smirk from him. “I knew you were up to no good.”
“Do you spend your time staring at me in class?” you bark back, this time making him raise his eyebrows at your words. “Because if you paid more attention, you’d know that Amortentia is not a love potion, it only creates the illusion of true love behind a mere obsession.”
Mhm, at least you know you’re good at coming up with plausible excuses.
You can tell he’s taken aback by your words, your own smirk challenging him as he takes his time to respond. His eyes move to the book in your hands, before meeting yours once again.
“So you want to create a potion of true love?” he asks, a question that seems too genuine coming from Sunghoon.
You simply nod in response, your confident demeanour somehow convincing him.
“But how can you create a potion so strong that ignites such a deep attachment?” he asks, and this time you take your time to respond.
As if you have an answer for that.
“I don’t know yet,” you say, honestly. “I hope this book could help me find a solution.”
“It won’t,” he says immediately, stating the obvious. “Amortentia is the closest thing we have to create the symptoms of love.”
You sigh at his words, but you can’t help but notice how invested he seems to get to know more.
“Exactly, the symptoms.” you respond. “I want to make a potion for real love.”
His eyes leave yours for a moment, staring a point behind you as you can see his brain working. He’s definitely thinking about something, you can tell by the way his teeth nip at his bottom lip, eyebrows slightly scrunched as he focuses on something.
You almost tease his dozing expression, but he cuts you off with the most unexpected words.
“I’ll help you.”
Surprise flashes across your face as his words hang in the air, catching you off guard. “You what?”
“Don’t make me say it back,” he warns, sighing loudly as you stare at him in confusion.
“No wait– there has to be a catch for you.” You’re ready to put yourself in defence, not fully into whatever game Sunghoon wants to play.
“No catch,” he reassures you “if you’re certain you can make a potion from scratch, I’d like to see it with my own eyes.”
“Why?” you ask confused, not prepared for his next words.
“Because in the case of failure – which is most likely from your part – I’ll be there to fix the problem. Or to make a new potion, since I’m already there.”
You should have expected it, his words making you sigh in frustration as he simply smirk as at you.
“So?” he asks, a bit of eagerness in his tone.
“If you’re so desperate to help me,” you tease him, although you know you’d say yes to him in an instant. “Then I guess you can.”
“Mhm, alright.” He fails to hide his smile at your words, “See you at the library. Not the Restriced Section.”
He dismisses himself shortly, leaving you confused and aroused. How can you manage a study session with him when you can hardly contain yourself from becoming a horny mess?
But that’s only a thought for later. Now you have to relate your encounter to Sunoo and getting out of the Restricted Section before Peeves finds you.
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Surprising at it sounds, you made the decision to keep your upcoming study session only to yourself — Sunoo would understand it. Especially when he’ll know what will happen between you and the Ravenclaw prefect.
You’ve always had a sixth sense, and whenever you felt like you would hook up with someone, it always happens. However, you can’t deny that the thought of spending time with Sunghoon – although for academic purposes – makes you nervous.
Probably because he seems so unpredictable, even a bit eccentric in his own way. Which is probably why you’re so drawn to him, physical appearance aside.
But you never went to any place unprepared, so you took extra time preparing yourself, covering your body with your favourite perfume as your usual school uniform hides a set of baby blue lingerie under it.
Choosing it wasn’t an easy task, and it took you enough time. You end up arriving a bit late to the place you and Sunghoon agreed to meet up: the library.
You wonder if he sleeps there as well, spending so much time in that place.
“Come at 6pm sharp. Don’t be late.
— Park Sunghoon.”
The owl he sent you said, so here you are now, standing in front of him as he purposely ignores your presence while scribbling down on some papers. Not even a slight caught catches his attention.
“It’s 6:13,” he simply states, still not looking at you.
“It’s only 13 minutes,” you protest back.
“13 minutes that could have been spent on your potion.”
You let out a sigh at his words. Does he always take everything seriously?
“Now sit.” His demanding words are unexpected, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“Yes sir.” Maybe it’s too early to start playing, but a part of you wants nothing more than test his patience already.
You do as he says, sitting next to him as his eyes meet yours. You can tell your words, although sarcastic, had an effect on him by the way his dark pupils dilate, finally taking a better look on your pampered appearance.
A small twitch of his mouth is enough for you to understand he liked what he heard, even more the way you complied immediately. But before you could tease him even further, he talks again.
“Did you bring the book?”
“Huh?” You’re too enthralled in his eyes that you forgot about the reason you’re here.
“The book you stole from the library. Do you have it?” His words snap you back to reality, a smile appearing on his lips as your eyes widen.
“You can’t steal a book from a library,” you try to defend yourself “I just burrowed it.”
Sunghoon lets out a sarcastic chuckle. “Sure, whatever you say.”
You take your book out from your bag, a loud thump echoing in the large library as he sighs in annoyance.
“You can’t be quieter?” His annoyed tone doesn’t match the slight smirk on his face, which only amuses you more and more.
“Afraid you might get caught doing illicit activities?” you ask in a playful manner, and he raises an eyebrows at your words.
“I’m the one who usually catches people in the act,” he responds “but I’m sure you can manage not to make much noise.”
You hate the way his words have the effect to make your legs tremble; Maybe it’s just you, but you can’t help but wonder if his words are meant to allude to something else.
“And if I can’t?” you ask, your teasing smirk falling as soon as he responds.
“Then I’ll make you quiet.”
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30 minutes in and what seems the hundredth yawn leaves your lips, not even hiding your boredom as Sunghoon crosses out another ingredient for your love potion or whatever you’re creating right now.
Its green-ish colour doesn’t seem too inviting as the pot in front of you emanates a strong smell of… you’re not even sure of what it might be.
“I think you created some sort of poison.” You sigh at Sunghoon’s words, although a small smile appears on your face as you’re met with his playful grin.
In the past thirty minutes, Sunghoon did not provide much help - - well, except the time he stopped your liquid mess from exploding and telling you everything about potions, distillations and what’s in between.
Sunghoon might annoy in class sometimes, always responding to your professor’s question and interrupting the lesson to show off his knowledge, but he sounds so genuine as he talks about potions.
“I should stick to Amortentia.” Your words make him laugh, shaking his head as he helps you cleaning up your mess.
“I suppose there’s a reason why you’re trying to make a love potion out of nowhere,” he says, his tone slightly teasing.
You shake your head at his words. “No reason.”
Sunghoon hums at your words, although not believing them. “So it’s only for academic purposes? Not to make a poor guy fall into your gremlin arms?”
You can’t help the gasp leaving your lips at his words, earning a laugh from him at your unimpressed expression.
“I don’t need a useless potion to make someone fall in love with me,” you say confidently, crossing your arms in your chest.
Sunghoon’s laugh dies as he stares at you, his head tilting to the side – a signature move of his – as his eyes roam up and down your body before meeting your face again.
“I know you don’t.”
You don’t miss the way his eyes lock on your lips, diverting between them and your eyes as your expression changes into slight confusion.
“That’s because not even a potion could help you with that,” he says with a smirk, his body shifting away from yours. You didn’t even notice the proximity of your bodies, your shoulders touching slightly.
“Fuck you, Sunghoon.” You huff at his words, your back pressing against the chair in defeat.
“Ah, I’m sure you want to.”
His words make your head snap back at him, your eyebrows rising in confusion as you’re met with his grin, which becomes more irritating the more you look at it.
“It’s what you do, no?” he questions, his feline eyes staring into yours as his gaze darkens. “Trying to have everyone’s attention on you, playing with people however you like. Having your way with them.”
His voice gets deeper while his eyes are locked on yours, making you take a deep, barely audible breath as his body moves closer to yours.
“Is it wrong?” you ask, feigning ignorance as you shrug your shoulders off at his words -- despite them being nothing but true.
“It’s not about being wrong or not,” he simply states, “only those who can see through your act knows you’re a spoiled brat.”
You let out a chuckle at his words, not believing what you just heard. Park Sunghoon calling you a brat was never on your list, but maybe it’s the way he said it, meaning it as a tease, or maybe it’s the way his eyes stare at you so intensively… you don’t exactly know what it is, but you start feeling a new sensation pervading your body.
“And what’s the matter with it?”
If Sunghoon thinks you’re a brat, then you’re giving him every reason to believe so. This little game with him might be more interesting than you anticipated.
This time it’s him that lets out a chuckle, grinning at you. “You don’t understand, do you? You just can’t see it.”
You hum at his words, licking your lower lip slowly while looking into his eyes before muttering your next words.
“Show me, then.”
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It all happens so fast.
You can barely process what’s going on as you feel Sunghoon’s big hands roam up and down your upper body, his mouth hungrily attacking yours as he savours you entirely.
His actions are so different from his usual demeanour, his movements erratic as you sense desperation in them; you can tell he’s having an hard time — even harder than you — at keeping it low, trying not gain the attention of other people.
You’re still in the library, after all, and the thought of being in a public place, risking to get caught only sends shivers down your spine. His tongue enters your mouth, his urgency so palpable that makes your hand move from his thigh to his growing bulge.
He hisses at your touch, breaking the kiss as a small chuckle leaves his lips when you press your hand against his clothed cock. He bites his lip to prevent himself from making any noise, before halting your movements as you try to unzip his pants.
“Do you think I’m going to give it to you so easily?”
His tone is deep, a bit laboured after all the kissing, but it still holds the authority that make him distinguished from the rest. You look at him in slight confusion, earning a smirk from him.
“Or did you think I was going to beg for your pussy? To let me fuck your tight little cunt?”
Sunghoon is no foreign to sarcasm, but hearing his mocking makes you widen your eyes in surprise. It’s the first time someone talks to you like that, usually wasting no time to fuck you immediately.
“No, sweetheart. I’m going to put you in your fucking place.”
His lips find yours again, biting your lower lip as a small moan leaves your mouth at the unexpected action. He immediately shushes you, breaking the kiss as you look at him with begging eyes -- how did you kept living this whole time without tasting Sunghoon’s lips before? You couldn’t believe how addicting they are.
You let out another pleading sound, and he gives you a warning look this time. “Be grateful we’re in public, otherwise I would have spanked your ass red already.”
His harsh words send shivers down your spine, your hand grabbing the rough material of his uniform as his lips teases yours, not fully giving in as much as he wants to absolutely devour you.
“What if I want you to?” You ask against his lips, his grin appearing again.
“As tempting as it is, not today.” He says honestly. “Unless you’re giving me a reason to do so. But I’m sure you’ll be obedient.”
Suddenly, he pulls back from you, his dark gaze darting from you to the crotch on his pants.
“Now get on your knees for me, sweetheart.”
With other guys, you’ve always made sure to take your time, teasing them before they ended up being a desperate mess, begging you to make them feel good.
But Sunghoon has this powerful effect to make you do anything he wants, so without indulging in useless games, you immediately do as he says, kneeling in front of him.
“Yeah, get under the table, like that.”
You comply immediately, settling between his legs as your head perks up a little to look around; it’s the first time you’re doing it in the school library, and as exciting as it sounds, you’re still afraid someone might see you.
“What is it? Scared of getting caught?” Sunghoon grins, using your same words against you. “I’m sure you’ve done this before.”
You want to tease him back, challenging him further, but the growing bulge on his pants is too inviting to ignore. He gives you a knowing look, gesturing you to do something about it.
You bite your lips at the deep moan he lets out as soon as you press your hand against it, grabbing his clothed cock. It feels heavy on your hand, and you wonder how long he’s not been in a situation like this to get him as hard as rock.
“Mhm, let it out, sweetheart” he says, another moan escaping his mouth as you finally unzip his pants, freeing his cock as it almost slaps against your face.
You let out a surprised sigh at the sight of his cock, so long and hard as the head starts leaking in anticipation.
You grab it gently by the base, slowly moving your hand up and down as he falls against the chair, his eyes almost closing at the pleasurable sensation.
“C’mon sweetheart,” he coos, stroking your hair gently as you keep your movements slow “be a good obedient slut and use your mouth.”
As much as he tries to remain dominant, the tone in his voice can’t hide his eagerness; his whole body is silently begging you to do anything to make him feel good. And who are you to not satisfy him entirely?
You lock eyes with him, your hand continuing your up and down motion as your tongue temptingly swirls around his tip.
“Like this?” You ask, looking at him with doe eyes as he hisses at your action. His chest heavies up and down, trying to hold his moans as he nods at your words.
“Mhm, so you can be a good girl if you want.” He says, his voice a quiet whisper for only you to hear. “Spit on it, sweetheart.”
You immediately do as he says, spitting on the head as your movements become slightly faster, your mouth trying to take more of his cock -- which is anything but easy, considering its length. His dick happens to be as pretty as him.
You let out a choked sound as you try to reach the base, earning a loud moan from Sunghoon whose breath becomes heavier and heavier the more you suck him.
“Take this fucking dick, oh my fucking–”
A string of moans leaves his lips as you take your mouth off his cock, your hand moving faster against it as you start paying attention to his balls.
You suck each one while you stare at his face, his teeth biting hard against his lower lip as he tries to remain quiet -- an hard thing to do as you keep sucking the soul out of him.
“You suck this dick so fucking good– oh fuck…”
One of his hand grabs your hair again, earning a whine from you as he positions your mouth back to his cock, pressing its head on your lips.
“Open up, sweetheart, be a good girl.”
As you do so, he wastes no time and presses his dick inside your mouth, giving you no chance to get used to it as he starts fucking your mouth. You moan and choke against his flesh, making his legs shake in pleasure.
His dick gets impossibly harder inside your mouth, and you’re sure he’s about to explode in any second. However, he pulls your head away, his dick popping outside your mouth as string of saliva coat it entirely. It looks painfully hard, but the look on his eyes tells you he doesn’t want to cum yet.
“Who knew you could be such a good girl?”
You grin at his words, a moan leaving your lips as you taste his precum on your tongue. A part of you wants his dick back in your mouth, but you’re thrilled to know what he’s up to.
He wastes no time and grabs the back of your neck, his lips crashing against yours as he savours himself on your tongue.
He helps you get up from the floor, gently pushing you on the table as you lay on it, helping Sunghoon at giving you more room to be comfortable against the woody material still covered in your books. The remnants of your little study session reminds you the reason why you should be here. But as Sunghoon understood, it was all part of your plan.
A plan that sees you laying down on the library desk, Sunghoon’s hands touching you everywhere as he raises the skirt of your uniform.
His eyebrow perk up in amusement as he sees your panties. “Blue?” His tone is playful, making you giggle as you nod at him. You widen your legs as his fingers press against the lacy material, making him coo.
“So wet for me…” he says, most to himself, slowly taking them off as you present your pussy to him, wet and throbbing.
He lets a shaking breath at the sight, immediately palming his cock as he stares down at your pussy.
“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”
You almost let out a moan at his words. You’ve never done something like this before, masturbating in front of someone. But he looks incredibly hot while stroking his cock for you, eyes staring into your wet center.
He doesn’t look like the Sunghoon you met in class. The quiet, always polished and composed Ravenclaw prefect that everyone admires and fears.
He looks like a devil in disguise, his hair a mess as his face and neck are flushed red. And his gaze… there’s a certain urgency and desperation you’ve never seen before in him.
“Mhm, does it turn you on watching me stroke my cock?” His voice is shaky, his hand fastening as well as your fingers against your clit. You nod your head at his question, unable to remain quiet as he unexpectedly slaps the head of his cock against your throbbing clit.
“Ssh, ssh…” he coos again, chuckling devilishly “look at me and be quiet.”
You obey immediately, staring at him as his head lowers down at the level of your pussy, one of his fingers touching your entrance as he murmurs silent praises.
“Let me taste that pussy, sweetheart.”
It’s not a request, although it seems like it, because he doesn’t even wait for your response before diving into your wet cunt, licking all the way up to your clit.
“Sunghoon!” you gasp, the anticipation of his touch on you made you sensitive enough to make you shake in pleasure at the mere lick of his tongue.
“Tastes so good…” he moans against your pussy, focusing on your clit as he swirls his tongue around it.
His eyes stare into yours, making you cover your face in embarrassment as you feel completely overwhelmed by how amazing Sunghoon’s mouth feels.
“Tsk tsk tsk, look at me.” His growling tone makes your pussy throb even more, and he notices it immediately, making him smirk. He enjoys how easy it’s for him to make you crumble, his fingers starting to tease your entrance in a slow motion.
“Fuck, Sunghoon!” You didn’t mean to be that loud, but how can you not do that when Sunghoon suddenly fills you up with two fingers, slowly inserting them as he finds a pleasurable rhythm.
He looks absolutely beautiful between your thighs, his tongue peeking out between each lick and suck of your clit. When he drags his tongue up, you notice your wetness dripping down his jaw, making you roll your eyes.
The sight itself is enough to make you cum, as if his long fingers and skilful tongue are not giving you an hard time already. He’s fingering you fast now, soft whimpers escaping your mouth as you try to cover them with your hand.
A small slap on your thigh – a silent way to make you shut up – makes you gasp, immediately catching his signal and biting your lower lip harder.
Your eyes can barely keep open as he continues his attack on you, your pussy starting to convulse as suddenly Sunghoon retrieves his fingers from you, mouth leaving your throbbing clit as he stands in front of you.
You’re ready to complain, before he grabs you by the thighs, pussy full in display as he puts you on the edge of the table.
“Brats don’t deserve to cum that soon.”
His tone his harsh, making your pussy pulse again as you wait for him to do something… anything to make you feel good again.
“Patience, sweetheart.” He grins at your fucked out state, stroking his cock with one hand. “I’m going to put it now…”
He looks into your eyes, his own asking for a silent approval before you push your pussy further into him. That is enough for him to press the tip of his cock inside you, its hardness already making you whine.
His cocky grin reappears on his face as he sees you struggling already, pushing himself inside you in a achingly slow manner.
You can’t help the loud moan of relief as soon as you feel him pressing against you, before your eyes widen as you raise on your elbows to look between your legs -- his cock not even half way in.
“Fuck, Sunghoon, you’re so big…”
He pulls back again, teasing you more, before pushing inch by inch as your body slightly trembles. He’s reaching places no one has ever been in, going so deep.
“Mhm, you like this cock, huh?” His voice his shaky as his movements remain slow. “You’re clenching me so hard, fuck.”
His words make you moan as he starts thrusting a bit faster, holding you by the hips as his eyes stare angrily at your pussy.
“Uuugh Sunghoon– don’t stop, please!” you’re not able to keep your voice down as he hits deeper and deeper.
“Yeah? I’ll keep going if you stop being so loud, sweetheart.” He says as he hilts his movements, the action making you whine in frustration.
“Not so scared of getting caught anymore?” he asks, teasing your clit with his thumb. “And then, I swear you were a trembling mess when you were almost caught the last time.”
The last time? You mentally ask yourself, and Sunghoon seems to notice your confused expression as he slowly starts moving again.
“Don’t you remember?” His question holds a hint of tease. “In the storeroom?”
You widen your eyes at his words; so it was not the school custodian that almost caught you hooking up with a guy… it was Sunghoon.
“Do you think I’ve missed the obviously fake moans as that pathetic Gryffindor fucked you in there?”
He starts moving faster, letting out a groan as your pussy tightens at the change of speed. Your mouth remains agape as you listen to his words.
“Do you really think I didn’t see you trying to use a disillusionment spell to hide from me?” He asks, not earning an answer from you, too busy at moaning at how good he’s fucking you.
“Too bad, sweetheart.” He grabs one of your legs before bringing it on his shoulder, pounding into you deeper as your eyes roll back your head in pleasure. “I saw everything… your cute little pussy looked so pretty even in the dark… fuck!”
He angles his hips slightly, the small action making you shake as his cock immediately hits your sweet spot.
“Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed of this pussy? How I fucking touched myself thinking about you?”
You never thought you could hear such a confession from Sunghoon, his words making you cry out even more. How come he always thought these things of you when you’ve always seen him so distant and unbothered?
“Fuck, keep quiet, sweetheart.”
You’re thankful the library is almost empty, but you still can’t risk to get caught. However, Sunghoon is not doing a good job at keeping you silent as he purposely switches his speed, making you whine loudly.
“I said quiet.”
His large hand suddenly finds your neck, your eyes widening as he stares down at you with a devilish smirk. Your pussy swallows him deeper and tighter as you feel your breath become more laboured.
“Want it faster, sweetheart?”
You immediately nod in eagerness, and he complies as his movements become more erratic. The veins on his neck become more evident as he tries to remain silent but he can’t help himself as you suddenly squeeze him tighter.
That makes him stop, taking some deep breaths as his hand leave your neck.
“You little minx…” he chuckles, before grabbing you by the hips. “Come here.”
He moves away from you, sitting down on the chair as he widens his legs for you sit on them. The sight is absolutely mesmerising, and you waste no time as you sit on his lap.
He helps you when he notices the trembling of your legs, grabbing the soft flesh of your ass as he starts leaving wet kisses on your jaw.
You grab the base of his cock, coating it with your slick as you slowly go down on it, the stretch less comfortable than before but still amazing. He moans against your skin, meant for only you to hear as his hands grab you tighter.
“Sunghoon…” you keep moaning his name like a mantra before he moves away from you, his eyes locked where your bodies meet before taking a deep breath.
“Up and down, just like that, fuuuuck.” He guides you with his hands, before meeting your eyes again.
“Such pretty eyes for a little brat, mhmmm.”
You feel shy under his gaze but you can’t tear your eyes away from his dark ones as they stare into yours, so full of lust and passion you rarely saw in any guy you’ve been with.
He notices your movements becoming more unsteady, your legs tired from moving so much. “Want me to fuck into you, sweetheart?”
You nod enthusiastically, his hands grabbing your hips tight as your arms are around his neck. He immediately starts his assault on your pussy, fucking into it fast and hard from below as wet sounds echo around you.
“Sunghoon, fuck fuck fuck! That’s so fucking good!”
At this point you don’t even care if Mrs Scribner is going to find you. Hell, even Peeves could be here, watching you, but you don’t give a damn. You’ve never felt so good before, his entire body making you feel so much pleasure you’ve never felt before.
“Fuck sweetheart, you’re getting tighter…” he moans, your pussy pulsing violently as you try your best to keep yourself from cumming. You feel like Sunghoon would be the type to let you come only on his permission.
“Please… please– fuck!”
“Want to cum for me, sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, your lips trembling as if you’re about to cry. “Fucking do it then, cum on my cock.”
You didn’t think someone’s words could hold so much power over you, but the very moment Sunghoon lets them out, you instantly feel a sense of relief as your body spams in utter pleasure, your orgasm washing you completely.
Strings of his name leave your mouth as you cum on his cock, eyes staring into his. He’s still fucking into you, more slowly, more temptingly as he coos at your fucked out state, kissing your head as it drops against his shoulder.
“Such a good girl…” You whine at his praise, your hips weakly rotating as a way to make him cum. He’s so close, especially after restraining himself for so long, and his deep moans give it away.
Yours is a sensual movement, your lips leaving a trail of small kisses on his cheek as his breath becomes more laboured. “Cum for me, Sunghoon…”
It’s not a beg, yet Sunghoon can hear the need in your tone as you say it.
“Fuck… get on your knees, sweetheart.”
You immediately do as he says, dropping on your knees as he starts stroking his cock fast. He stares at your face, focused on every little detail, as you lock eyes with him -- silently begging for his cum.
“Fuckfuckfuck Y/N… open your mouth, fuck!”
It takes a few seconds before your mouth gets filled with his cum, so thick against your tongue as you swallow every last drop, his fist still beating his cock as he wastes none of his seamen and pours it inside your mouth.
His body falls limp on the chair, trying to catch his breath as a small chuckle leaves your lips. You get up from the floor, meeting his eyes again as you notice a small smile appearing on his face and you kiss it away without a second thought.
“Brat,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice is barely a whisper.
The next moments are spent in silence as you take care of the mess around you, nothing a Reparo spell can’t fix.
“Uuuh, Sunghoon?” you call out his name, making him perk up in curiosity. “I can’t find my panties.”
He looks around, his eyes quickly searching for them before shaking his head. “I don’t see them anywhere.”
You let out a sigh, which earns a chuckle from him as he affectionately fixes your hair, trying to make you look more decent. You murmur a soft ‘thank you’, before helping him fix his Ravenclaw tie.
While you do so, he lets out a snicker. “A love potion, pfft.”
You look at him confused, before he talks again.
“What a stupid excuse to get fucked.” He laughs, making you roll your eyes before chuckling as well. “This is the help you needed, huh?”
You would be a fool to deny it. But maybe you wouldn’t have accepted it if the person wasn’t Sunghoon — especially now that he ended up being the greatest fuck you’ve ever had.
If only the others knew… what kind of person their dearest Ravenclaw prefect was. They probably wouldn’t believe any of your words, if you told anyone what just happened.
Except, well, Sunoo.
So you waste no time in parting your ways from Sunghoon – he thought it was a better idea to leave the library alone – to tell your precious best friend about your latest success. Did he really have any doubt you could win the bet?
Meanwhile, Sunghoon can’t help the grin appearing on his face as he watches you leave, sending him a cheeky wink as a goodbye.
He can’t wait to see you again, but for now he has to settle with your panties he not-so-innocently stole.
Blue is his colour, after all.
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prettybean · 4 months
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WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX PT. 2 (COD +18)
* 🤖 feel free to ask me anything + I’ll do a toxic ver for this one cause.. why not
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Ghost
"Stop acting innocent, I know you want my cock."
"Do you like my hands? How many fingers do you want inside?"
"Why don't you be a good girl and suck my cock?"
"You have to take it all"
"I'll keep fucking you even if you beg me to stop. That's what good girls do, right?"
"Swallow it all or I'll have to force your mouth open"
"Do you think you can run your mouth whenever you want?"
"you're so good, sweetheart, you always make me so proud”
Soap
"Be quick, princess."
"You look so beautiful tonight, be thankful I didn't fuck you in front of everyone"
"Use both hands"
"You're so messy"
"I'm right here, take it slow"
"I will not leave you"
"You're doing it so good"
"I just can not get enough"
Price
"No panties?"
"You're such a tease"
"I know you can be louder, love."
"You see what you do to me? Do you feel it?"
"Are you already ruined? I barely touched you"
"How long have you been waiting for this moment?"
"You're so obedient, always doing what I tell you like a good puppy"
"You like being fucked by an older guy, don't you?"
Gaz
"Don't stop kissing me, your lips are so sweet"
"You have three seconds to cum"
"Fuck, you got all my fingers wet"
"I need you"
"Bite me harder”
"We do it here and now"
"My head between your legs would be perfect"
"I bet you would do anything to be touched by me"
Alejandro
"Don't bite your lips, let me do it for you"
"You're cute when you tease me like that"
"You got goosebumps"
"Where do you want the hickeys?"
"Sit on my lap, mi amor"
"Move those hips"
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"You turn me on, every time you look at me I can't control myself"
Graves
"You wanted to see me lose control, huh?"
"At the end of the day you're the one begging and crying for my cock"
"Strip. This is an order"
"Oh my puppy wants attention?"
"Turn around and show me how much you want it"
"This pussy is so needy"
"You're a brat, I want to choke you and fuck you at the same time"
"Good girls always deserve a reward"
König
"You've been staring at me all night, now don't pretend you don't want me"
"Did you masturbate thinking about me today? Tell me"
"I swear I won't stop even if you shake"
"The only things I want to hear from your mouth are moans"
"Do you like it when I grab your neck like that, Schatz?"
"God, you belong to me"
".. so small I could pin you to the wall and fuck you hard. Tell me how much it turns you on to be fucked like this"
"Look at you, so cute trying to fit it all in. Is it too big, love?"
Keegan
"I fucked you dumb so hard you can't even talk properly"
"What would you do if I stopped fucking you right now? I bet you'd cry.. so fucking desperate"
"Do I need to remind you what your place is?"
"Don't make me repeat it twice, get on all fours"
"Your ass will turn red if you don't stop misbehaving"
"Do I have to grab your face to make you look at me?"
"Good, my whore is so good"
"All tied up and ready for me"
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livinginshambles · 8 months
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How much are we worth? | James Potter
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Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader
Word count: 5.8k
Summary: Sirius bets that James can't get a girl to go out with him. James pursues you and falls for you. You are hurt when you find out that you were just a bet, even more when you realise how little they bet on you.
Notes: A classic: Strangers to friends to lovers, Angst, Bet trope, Fluff and happy ending because yey, I believe in second chances :) Existence of a wardrobe that works like newt scamanders suitcase and SPeLLing Mistakes
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In hindsight, you should've known.
"Have you maybe considered giving up on her?" Remus' question caught James off guard when he returned to the marauders at the Gryffindor table after another failed attempt and rejection by Lily.
"Not until she's given me a chance at least," James responded, eyes trained on Lily's retreating figure. "Besides, this chasing game is sort of our thing now."
The marauders nodded sceptically.
"Not particularly the dynamic I'd want to have with the person I fancy," Peter whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. James shot him a look as if Peter had just committed the greatest betrayal of the century.
Sirius snorted out loud. "Dynamic my ass, yeah." He threw a piece of bread across the table in James' direction.
"He's stuck with Lily now because if he decides to chase some other poor girl and inevitably get rejected, it'll prove that James Potter just can't get some," he added, wearing a shit eating grin on his face.
James pulled a face at Sirius. "Oh please I can get girls. It's just that contrary to you, I actually show commitment to only one," he huffed.
Sirius shrugged. "You say that, but you've never even had a girlfriend. Been pining over Evans since first year. Besides, commitment or being stuck," he weighed his hands in the air. "Same same."
James rolled his eyes and got up. When he turned around, he crashed into someone who had been standing behind him, tripping her, and he sent her crashing into the Ravenclaw table behind him. The Ravenclaw sitting at that table ducked out of the way. She stuck her hands out to brace herself and loudly hissed when her hand ended up in someone's scalding soup.
"Godric, I am so sorry," James scrambled to offer her a napkin. She snatched it out of his hands and dried her hands. James saw that they were scorching red and more apologies stumbled out of his mouth.
"Let me help you get to madam Pomfrey," he offered, concern lacing his tone. He reached his hand out to her and she jerked away.
"Fuck off Potter, I'd rather take a bloody bath in boiling water than go anywhere with you." She spat, and left, hand pressed against her chest, covered by the napkin.
The commotion had everyone turn their heads at him and despite usually being a fan of being at the centre of attention, he embarrassedly sat down again.
"Guess really no girl wants to go anywhere with you, Prongs," Sirius snickered. James offered him a sour look.
"This was just because I literally burned her hand, Pads. Any other time, she would totally go out with me." James boasted, but guilt and concern for the girl who he didn't know, lingered in his mind.
"Right, you wanna bet?"
"The usual?"
"The usual."
They sealed the deal with a nod. Peter and Remus shared a look but they knew that was no use trying to tell them to stop it already. Remus thought back to the scowl on the girl's face and prayed that she would stay headstrong and reject James.
After all, Sirius and James were from wealthy families, so money has never actually played a role during these bets. It’s just the principle of it that counts and is the reason why they only ever bet one galleon. It meant someone would get hurt.
The scowl on your face disappeared with the cool relief of the running water from the girls bathroom on your hand, but the bitter feeling remained when your mind wandered to James Potter. You scoffed to yourself. Arrogant, self pretentious, blood boiling bully. Though never having been a victim of their pranks, you lost several friends to Beauxbatons because of the marauders’ cruelty.
You glanced at yourself in the mirror one last time and left for your Ancient Runes class where you walked to your designated seat next to Lily Evans. You two unsurprisingly got along. Though your personalities were nothing alike, you being rather reserved, you could both value each other’s calm presence and even ‘maturity’ to a certain degree.
She offered you a smile and you nodded at her in acknowledgement. “I’m embarrassed to ask this, but could I maybe share your book? I didn’t have time to pick it up after lunch.” Lily gave you a surprised look but quickly assured you that you could to which you offered her a small but grateful smile.
She opened her mouth to tell you something, when something else, or rather someone else, caught her attention. Before he even reached the table, she had already attempted to ward him off in a monotone voice. “Go away Potter, I’m not interested.”
“Not here for you, Lilypad,” he smugly said and stopped right next to you. Lily raised her eyebrows and looked at you with a concerned look. Without looking up from Lily’s book, you also repeated Lily’s words. “Fuck off Potter, I’m not interested either.”
“I haven’t even said anythi-“
“And I don’t want you to.”
“Okay, but here me out, I-“
“I. Don’t. Want. You. To,” you pronounced every word clearly.
“Come on, just listen-“
You turned around, an incredibly sour look on your face. James couldn’t help but admire you for a moment. You looked pretty, contorted face aside. Especially when you had smiled at Lily. It had caught him off guard.
“Can you spare me a second?” He tried again. For a second, he thought he saw a look of appreciation cross your face at his formulated words, but it was gone in a split second.
“No. Class is starting, get back to your seat Potter,” you dryly responded. You turned back to your book and James walked back to his friends.
James potter was determined though, you had to give him that. You abruptly turned on your heels, ready to walk in the opposite direction, even if it would mean a detour of about 8 minutes to your destination. You were really not into his crap today.
“Y/N!” James called out to you and chased you.
“I told you to call me by my last name. We're not friends, Potter. I don’t want to be. In fact, I don’t want anything to do with you. So, for Merlin’s sake, leave me alone, or I swear on his balls that I will hurt you.” You spat the last part out through gritted teeth and
James took a step back in surprise. He looked at you for a moment, carefully considering his next words. “L/N.” He settled on, voice quieter. When you didn’t immediately walk off, he took it as a sign to continue. “I was wondering if you would allow me to sit next to you during our free period between Transfiguration and Potions.”
You raised you eyebrows.
“My friends all took classes and there’s like a two hour gap and I like company, that’s all,” he hastily explained before you could go and reject him.
“What are you, six years old?” You sarcastically asked him. “Can’t spend what, two hours on your own?”
James’ eyes averted to the ground. “Just not enjoying being alone,” he mumbled, almost embarrassedly. You looked at him, great, now you were being an asshole yourself.
“You know the big old wardrobe in the abandoned classroom on the seventh floor?” you eventually asked. James’ eyes lit up and nodded.
“It’s bigger on the inside.” You said.
“A secret room?” He asked while trying to recall seeing an extra room on the map. You nodded. “Not even visible on your map because it’s not Hogwarts. A pocket dimension, Dumbledore said.”
James’ jaw fell slack. “You know about the map?” he whispered.
“You can join me there between classes next week if you want, but I can’t promise you that it’ll be any different to passing the time on your own.” You said, completely ignoring him. You stopped in front of the library. “A word about the wardrobe and I swear-“
“-on Merlin’s balls that you’ll hex me, yeah,” he waved you off with a triumphant smile.
“Witty, are you now.” You looked at him. A small smirk lingering on the corner of your lips. James heart skipped.
“Just one of the effects you have on me, darling,” he winked at you. “L/N,” he quickly corrected when your face fell into a scowl again.
“I’m not kidding though, this is my spot to get away from everything. I don’t feel like sharing it with people.” James felt flattered. So you would share it with him?
“I solemnly swear I won’t tell,” he assured you, a serious expression on his face. “You can trust me, L/N.” He cringed at his own words. Trust him? He was only talking to you to prove Sirius wrong.
“I’ll hold you to it, Potter,” you nodded and entered the library. The door closed and James slouched against the wall next to him. A giddy feeling fluttered in his stomach at the thought of hanging out with you.
“So what happened to rather bathing in boiling water than going anywhere with me,” James couldn’t help but arrogantly ask while trying to keep up with your ridiculously fast walking pace as you two were on your way to the wardrobe. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you’re going somewhere with me,” you denied, your eyes narrowed at him. James put his hands up in mock surrender. “Lead the way, L/N.”
“I am,” you deadpanned.
James sceptically looked at the oak wardrobe. He and his friends had rummaged through this room already. It included the wardrobe, but it had looked pretty normal.
“Doesn’t look very special,” he said while you were busy locking the door behind you. You made your way over to James and pushed him out of the way roughly. He gaped at you with an offended look on his face. “You know, being a bit more chivalrous wouldn’t hurt you,” he exclaimed.
You shrugged and opened the door. James stared in amazement as he realised that the inside was in fact bigger. He walked to the wall that the wardrobe was standing against and squeezed his hand between the wall and the wardrobe.
“Why are you so surprised?” you asked. “We literally learned about the Extension charm yesterday?”
“We did?”
Maybe hanging out with James Potter wasn’t as terrible as you had expected it to be and so, it became a routine. James had finally realised that his persistence to flirt with you or try to impress you wasn’t getting him anywhere and had opted to actually be considerate of you.
He respected you when you not so kindly told him to fuck off and was sitting next to you quietly while you studied between hours in the wardrobe. He had read the book that he’d seen you read in the courtyard- and was surprised to find himself interested in the story- so that he could talk to you about something when your demeanour told him that he could speak again. He stuck to calling you by your last name and learned to read your mood when he could joke around.
Most importantly, he’d learned to enjoy himself in a comfortable silence that didn’t require him to do or say anything and just let him be.
You two were laying on the couch again, feet propped up, both on opposite sides, but feet touching in the middle. James was admiring you. The way your eyebrows crunched up in a frown, eyes squinted, and lips mouthing the words you were reading.
“You’re careless with spelling, Potter.” You eventually looked up from correcting his assignment. “But that’s a brilliant essay.”
James beamed up at you, relief, pride and happiness all washing over him at once.
“Also, you have a nice handwriting,” you added after considering whether or not you should mention it.
James was now fully grinning, pushing himself to sit up from his relaxed position. “Two compliments?” he asked teasingly and you immediately huffed and looked away. “Don’t let it get to your head, Potter. It’s big as it is.”
“But you think I’m brilliant and that my handwriting is nice.” He repeated happily.
“Your essay was brilliant,” you attempted to correct him, but he seemed to be lost in happy thoughts. You looked at him. He had his arms up behand his neck because he had laid down again. He was grinning from ear to ear and his eyes squinted in delight and satisfaction. He looked so... harmless.
“You know,” you began and James looked up at you, propping himself up a little in curiosity at the fact that you were starting the conversation for the first time.
“I used to think you were the biggest asshole ever. Astoundingly stupid and good for nothing but hurting people.” You were looking up at the ceiling now and missed the way James eyes flashed with mixed feelings.
“I had a few friends, you know. They were great, but everyone called them boring and a stick in the mud.” You turned your head towards James. “You and the rest of the marauders used to tell us to “lighten up already,” and pranked us separately, one by one until all five moved schools.”
James looked down, feeling horrible and guilty. It was true that in his early years at Hogwarts, he and his friends had been going too far with pranks. That kind of stopped after that prank.
“So I’ve held a grudge against you, like any good friend would do,” you smiled to yourself at the thought of your friends. “I think maybe I no longer have to.” James heart melted at your confession. Over the course of weeks, he’d become desperate for your approval and friendship.
“You’ve changed since then,” you concluded out loud. “Not cruel anymore.” You hesitated for a moment.
“James?” You then asked and James looked up at you with wide eyes. He knew that this was the first time that you’d addressed him by his name instead of ‘Potter’.
“Yeah?”
“I really value our friendship,” you whispered. “It’s worth a lot to me.”
James heart both warmed and tightened. “It’s worth a lot to me too,” he whispered back.
“Where were you,” Remus asked when he returned to the Gryffindor common room. “We looked on the map, but we couldn’t find you.”
“And we couldn’t find Y/N either.” James fought the urge to correct them and say that they shouldn’t use your first name like that. That he had worked for your friendship to stop calling you by your last name.
“Do I owe you a galleon now?” Sirius popped up from behind him. “What? No,” James said, thinking of another subject to talk about, wanting to ignore the existence of the bet in the first place.
“I was hanging out with Y/N,” he admitted. “But because we're friends now.”
“Yeah, but where were you hanging out?” Peter asked. “Because we weren’t allowed to leave Hogwarts today.”
“Did you find another secret passage?” Sirius gasped and James immediately shook his head to deny it. “Oh come on, we’re your friends, you have to tell us!”
Remus watched James shift uncomfortably and tried to intervene. “Let him be, Padfoot.” Sirius wasn’t having it though, and when James said that he promised not to tell, he responded with, “What, you value your fake friendship with that stick-up-her-ass girl more than us?”
“It’s not a fake friendship,” he weakly fought back. “Don’t call her that.”
Sirius sighed. “I’m sorry Prongs. I didn’t mean to call her that, hell I don’t even know the girl, she’s probably alright. But you’re keeping secrets, it’s not fair.”
You stared in disbelief at the marauder who wasn’t James, having a hook-up in your wardrobe. When he noticed you in the entrance, Sirius merely held his hand up at you in a greeting. “Thanks for letting me borrow this, this is the best spot for not getting caught.”
You backed away and slammed the door shut. James.
“Potter!” you yelled at him when you saw him leave the Gryffindor chambers. Your face was contorted in anger and you were seething.
He looked up at you, happy feeling in his chest and he was itching to show you the paper behind his back.
You stabbed your finger in his chest, effectively wiping the happy grin on his face off. “You promised,” you hissed. James immediately knew what you were talking about. “I’m sorry, I had to tell him,” he tried to justify his actions and you scoffed. “Fuck you,” you spat and walked off.
James stood there, frozen and stared at the empty spot in front of him. His arms hung by his side and he looked down at his essay which wore a big ‘O’ mark and right next to it in Professor McGonagall’s handwriting, ‘Keep this brilliant work up, Mr. Potter.’
James was watching you, sulking. He had made such progress and now it felt as if all those baby steps were for nothing, instead taking eight long strides back. You had closed yourself off again and James was too intimidated by your glares every time he walked in your direction, so he would change directions last minute every time you burned a hole through his head with your eyes.
‘This is so stupid’ he thought to himself when his body automatically steered him away from you again. He mustered up all of his courage and headed straight for you. He would rather face your wrath head on than go back to being strangers. Especially when tomorrow was free period again.
“Is it okay if I talk to you for a moment?” he asked, nervous.
You scanned him up and down. Everything about him looked remorseful, from his posture to dull eyes to his tone when he asked you if he could have a word. You waved at him to take a seat next to you, and he gratefully took the opportunity.
“I’m sorry. I swore I wouldn’t tell and I did and I shouldn’t have. I would go back in time and stop past me from telling Sirius, but I can’t, but I also don’t want to lose you because I meant what I said. This friendship is worth so much to me.” James took a deep breath. “So please let me make amends?” he finished.
“Okay.”
James blinked. “Okay?” he dumbly repeated.
“That’s what I said.”
“Wait, so that’s it? No grovelling? No conditions?”
“Would you like me to add conditions?”
“I mean..” James stuttered. “Sure?”
“Fine. Consider this your second chance , even though it technically is your third after your horrid behaviour towards my friends. It’s also your last.” You said that last part sharply. “Do you accept those terms?”
James nodded in relief and agreed. It was only when he laid in bed at night that he realised that he should’ve probably gotten clean on the matter of the bet right when he had the chance. He was on his last chance after all. But it would be alright. He would simply call off the bet and then it would be as if nothing ever happened. No one had to know, no one had to get hurt.
He waited after Transfiguration and grinned at you when you made your way to him. He had really looked forward to spending time with you again at your spot. Even if the marauders knew its location now, too.
“Lead the way, Y/N.”
“I am,” you retorted with a hint of amusement in your voice. James grinned and followed you, only noticing after a while that you were walking around on the third floor instead of the seventh. “Did you find a new spot?” he curiously asked.
“Yes. And no.” James huffed at your vagueness, imploring you to explain. “Let’s just say that Dumbledore got himself off my blacklist.” You turned the corner and moved a portrait to the side. James knew of the passageway. It was moist in there and cold so it hadn’t interested him and his friends very much. But behind the door you just opened, stood your wardrobe.
He looked at it, amazed. “You got Dumbledore to move a wardrobe for you?” he asked incredulously. You slyly smiled but didn’t say anything except for “I did the cleaning myself.”
“So what’s going on with you and James,” Lily curiously asked you. You shrugged and brought your water bottle to your lips. “Kept bothering me into a friendship, I guess.”
Lily laughed. “Well, whatever keeps him away from me,” she joked and you let out an audible laugh. She leaned in towards you. “But if he’s no longer fighting for my attention, but yours, I think it might mean that he fancies you.”
You choked on your water. “Most certainly not!” You strictly assured her and composed yourself. Lily laughed. “No need to get so defensive over his feelings. You make it seem as if I suggested that you fancied him,” she said, chuckling. You turned your head away and she gasped. “Do you fancy him?”
“What’s with all this gossiping and boys talk,” you grumbled, unpleased. “But for the record, I don’t think so.” You stuck your nose up.
“You don’t think so?” Lily repeated. “What do you mean?”
“I gravely appreciate him and I feel very comforted in his presence. We’re friends. It doesn’t mean I fancy him.” You answered. “Besides, I’ve never fancied anyone. Not sure I know what it’s like.”
“Okay, how would you feel if he starts dating someone, right now?”
You pondered over the question for a bit. “I guess he can do whatever he wants, but don’t expect me to share our spot with some random girl,” you said, the last part coming out more bitter than you expected. Huh. ‘Did you fancy James Potter?’ you wondered.
“I fancy her,” James told his friends while they were out in Hogsmeade.
“L/N?” Peter asked. James nodded in affirmation. “Well damn Prongs,” Sirius started. “What happened?”
“Y/N and I are good, I think. We fit and it feels amazing. It seems surprising, but we can talk for hours or sit in silence together without it being weird at all. Everything is comfortable with her, in like the good way,” James struggled to express all his feelings about you.
Sirius whistled. “Almost envious of you, Prongs. What about Evans though?”
James shrugged. “Not the kind of dynamic I want.”
“So are you going to tell her?” Remus asked. James puffed his chest. “Of course. I’m not shy about my feelings. I publicly chased after Lily for years,” he reasoned. But despite his big words, he felt like a nervous wreck. Because what if you rejected him?
James found you in the library. “Is now a good time?” he asked. You sat up straight. Last night, you had done a lot of thinking and came to the conclusion that yes, you fancied James Potter. “Yes, actually. I wanted to talk to you,” you replied. You got up and and started to gather your belongings. James grabbed your books for you and you left the library.
“I fancy you.”
James blinked. Were his ears deceiving him? Were you joking? Did you have a bet of your own going on with someone?
“I’m sorry?” he managed to get out, his voice an octave higher than usual.
“I fancy you,” you stated again. Matter of factly. “I came to the realisation yesterday and they do say honesty is the best policy.” James laughed softly at your sad attempt to lessen the awkward atmosphere.
“I actually wanted to talk to you to say the same thing,” he breathed out in a relieved manner. You stared at him in surprise. Okay. Definitely not what you expected.
“So you fancy me.” You repeated to make sure.
“And you fancy me.” James nodded.
“Do you want to go out with me?” you asked.
James’ heart leaped. He had spent so much time asking that question, he realised that how amazing it felt to hear the question directed at him. He grinned. “Glad you asked, darling. Yes, I’ll go out with you.” He reached out to you carefully wrapped an arm around you. You fully leaned into him in a hug and breathed him in.
“Think our relationship just went up in value.” You mumbled, your words slightly muffled by your face, hidden in his sweater.
You felt him laugh. “Well, we upgraded from friends to couple. How much are we worth now?”
You pretended to think about it. “We’re worth all the money in Gringotts bank.”
“That’s a lot of money,” he hummed.
You had taken James out on a date in the middle of the Gryffindor Quidditch stands at night, after curfew. James was the first to lean in and kiss you and when he did, he practically melted into you, your arms slung over his broad shoulders. He’d muttered something about how lucky he was and you’d told him that he better know it, before admitting that you felt the same way.
After you had left him several hickeys, scattered across his neck, he had insisted on returning the favour. He was only on his second when you two were interrupted by Filch, who had spotted you two. You two ran off to the third floor and decided to hide out in your wardrobe until he was gone all while continuing making out. You and James fell asleep in that position. You on your back on the couch, James draped over you like a weighted blanket with his face nuzzled in your throat, and your legs entangled.
Though very surprised at first, your fellow Hogwarts students quickly got used to the idea of you and James in a relationship. It wasn’t long before you were walking down the corridors together, James hand on your lower back and inching lower. You shot him a warning glare and he bit his check when he splayed his hand over your ass with a cheeky smile. You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a huff and let your hand rest on his ass in turn.
Everything was perfect, which is of course why everything had to become a disaster very quickly. James wasn’t even sure how such a perfect night had turned so horrible. One moment, you were partying, everything had been great, and he had been envisioning you and him for the rest of your lives, and the next, he was pleading with you through a locked door.
“Y/N, we can call you Y/N right?” Sirius had drunkenly slurred. You had rolled your eyes at his antics, but nodded. Though you would never admit it out loud, you appreciated the elder Black.
“I like you. We all like you and we’re happy that it’s you and not Evans anymore,” he mumbled on and he stumbled over his own feet, barely reacting in time to not drop to the floor.
You internally smiled at his words.
“I’m sorry that I was an asshole to you. You’re really great. If I had known, I wouldn’t have targeted your friend group for pranks or risked your feelings by making you part of a stupid bet.”
It was as if the world stopped spinning for a moment, music only barely in the background. “A bet?” you spoke in a dangerously low voice.
Sirius seemed to catch on to your change in demeanour and sobered up at an incredible rate. “Shit, no-“
But you had already turned around to find James, Sirius stumbling behind you to try and stop you.
“How much?” you spat out angrily when you found him. The music was luckily loud enough to hide your argument from other students.
James looked at you, confused. “How much?”
“How much are we worth?”
James frowned at you question. “All the money in Gringotts bank,” he calmly answered you and moved to embrace you, thinking you were just very drunk.
You pushed him away and he stumbled a few steps back.
“No,” you hoarsely responded. “That’s how much I think we’re worth. How much did you bet on me.”
James’ blood ran cold. “I-“ His words opened and closed like a fish. “Because the amount better have been fucking worth it, James,” you cut him off.
“Darling-“
You felt numb. “How little?”
“A galleon.”
You nodded and stepped back. “I was wrong,” you shakily breathed out. “You, James Potter, are still cruel.”
James chased you. “Wait, please,” he begged. You ran out of the room, towards the third floor and into the wardrobe hidden behind the door behind the portrait.
James followed you and pulled on the knob to open the wardrobe that you had locked. He sunk down against the doors and took a deep breath.
He had to explain. He had to let you know that you meant everything to him. And that everything was real. Honesty is the best policy after all, right?
“I’m sorry. Darling, I am so sorry. It’s so stupid how it happened. They were saying that I couldn’t get anyone to go out with me and then I accidentally hurt you with the soup incident, so Sirius bet with me that I couldn’t get anyone you to go out with me. I was never planning on hurting you, I swear,“ James rambled.
“I wanted to apologize and make up for your hand anyway. Not that it was out of pity or anything,” he immediately added.
“I did think you were beautiful. I did want to talk to you. And when you rejected me at first, yes, I did want to prove Sirius wrong. But then you were everything. I wanted so desperately to be friends with you because you were right. The bet was stupid, but it was never about money. It was never even about you per se, but I’m so fucking happy that it ended up being you, because I’m in love with you. Please believe me.”
You sucked in a breath at his words. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
James jumped at your voice from the other side of the door. “I wanted to, I really did. But I had already screwed up once and you weren’t going to give me anymore chances, so I thought that if I just never told you and called of the bet, pretending it never happened, I could keep you.” He leaned back against the door, eyes tightly shut. “And if we break up, then I don’t regret it, because the past months with you were perfect,” he whispered.
The door abruptly opened from inside out and he stumbled back, having leaned against it. He looked up at you, hovering above him. He knew you. He knew how to read you and right now, you needed space. “I’ll wait for you,” he said, hesitantly and left you alone.
You needed your friends right now.
When James didn’t see you the next day, he accepted that you didn’t want to see him. But by now, almost an entire week had passed and James and his friends were itching to apologize to you at least once more. He decided to ask Lily where you were and was absolutely not prepared for her answer.
“She went to Beauxbatons.” Lily pursed her lips at the boy in front of her in disdain. She knew what had happened but couldn’t help but pity him a little bit when he looked at her like that. Devastated.
James’ world stopped and for a moment he thought he couldn’t breathe. Did you leave? Had he managed to push you away to a whole different school? He thanked Lily for her answer and sat down at his own desk in a daze. His body moved on autopilot for the next few days. He was falling into a routine that he didn’t like.
During free periods, he hid out in the wardrobe, face up towards the ceiling as he imagined you were lying in his arms right then.
You had been gone for a week and a half and had returned to Hogwarts. Feeling lighter in your heart and decisive steps carrying you towards the Gryffindor Quidditch stands, right on time for the match.
You saw James and your heart jumped. He looked good. He had definitely looked better before, but all in all, he looked good. You bit your lip, suddenly insecure and doubting his promise to wait for you. Another twenty points for Gryffindor and admired James from the distance.
When you had arrived at Beauxbatons, you had wallowed in self pity for a day or two before your friends had pulled you out of it and reasoned with you. Surprisingly on James’ behalf.
You knew they were right. You were madly in love with James and he was undoubtedly madly in love with you too. Though it had all started off as a bet, how could you stay upset when it only brought you and James together.
James eyes scanned through the crowd, automatically trailing to the spot where you two had been sitting and kissed during your first date. He had to do a double take when he saw you in the crowds and almost fell off his broomstick when he rubbed his eyes with both hands to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
He started making his way towards you when his eyes locked onto the golden snitch. His eyes flickered between you and the snitch, but you had seen it too, so you flashed him a grin. His shoulders relaxed, and he started the chase.
“Darling?” James appeared in the doorway to the boy’s changing rooms.
“James,” you nodded. You were smiling at him, and your warm, inviting tone had him move forward until you were within reach.
“I’ve missed you so much, I thought I lost you.”
“Hm, you’re just lucky that I really really love you too.” You sassed back. James was in front of you in two big steps. “Yeah?” he asked a twinkle in his eye. “Just like that? No grovelling? No conditions?”
You kissed him. “Would you like me to include grovelling?” you laughed at him.
“Yeah actually. You see, I’ve already prepared at least eight different ways to make up to you.”
He pressed his lips to yours again.
“Get a room!” Sirius yelled and you shot him a sour look. He held up his hands in surrender, a shit eating grin still present on his face.
“Fine, but don’t expect your captain back for the celebratory party. He’s mine tonight,” you shot back.
“And every other night, I hope?” James coyly smiled at you. You shook your head in amusement and dragged him away, hand slipping to rest on his ass, his own hand finding its way to yours.
“Lead the way, Darling.”
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Spencer finds himself locked in a room with his rival. Based on:
warning: 18+ explicit content including oral (both), hair-pulling, chocking, and unprotected, semi-public, hate sex
words: 6.8k (I'm a smut-with-a-plot kind of person)
a/n: this is not enemies to lovers. This is, quite frankly, enemies to (fuckable) enemies. Also, we hit 1.2k followers!! Tysm!! I legit made this blog 2 months ago that’s crazyyy😳
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“…mind games until you lose control…”
CHANGE WAS INEVITABLE WHEN IT CAME TO HIS WORK. Spencer encountered many great people walking through the door of the bureau throughout the years he worked as a profiler. Most of them he genuinely liked, and most of them he considered more than mere colleagues. But from all the people he had to work with, there was one person he really couldn't stand.
"Move out of the way, Reid, you're blocking the way."
He turned to see the last person he wanted to indulge in standing close to him, a hand on her hip and a frown on her face. "There is literally enough space for you to pass through."
"And jeopardize myself by touching you?" She wrinkled her nose. "I think I'll pass."
His gaze, usually warm and welcoming, hardened into a steely resolve. It pierced through her like an icy dagger, radiating an unmistakable contempt. He then backed away, walking further into the room that held rows of shelving units lining up the space. "What are you even doing here?"
"Well, ever since we found the victim's body surrounded by those cryptic signs, it reminded me of the cult massacre which happened in—"
"St. Joseph, 1947," he finished.
"Yeah, although this isn't mass murder, I thought the nature of the death was very similar to that old case." He could practically hear the smugness in her voice as she continued, "I also knew you'd be here and wanted to beat you to it."
His gaze settled on her standing by the door. "I don't think that's going according to plan considering I was here before you arrived."
"Please, you just got here. I bet I can find the files before you do."
His brows furrowed. How could he not feel some kind of disdain when she was acting the way she was? One might say he was acting too immature for his age, for a man who was close to pushing forty he did consider himself too old for petty fights. But it was hard to keep his composure when she was often the one taunting him, ridiculing him with that haughty mouth of hers.
It was better to ignore her presence completely, so he did just that, focusing his attention on the files in front of him as she stepped into the room.
She frowned, feeling her throat clenching before coughing out loud as dust particles greeted her entrance. She was busy trying to swat the specks of dust away from her face when something solid suddenly nudged her feet. Her eyes swept towards the floor.
"Why is this massive book laying here?" She picked up the thick paperback and read its title. "The Anatomy of Motive?"
Spencer's head snapped in an alert. "Wait! Don't—"
But it was too late. The old wooden door hanging loosely on its rusted hinges creaked without any support to keep it ajar, and with a resounding thud, it closed, the sound echoing through the stagnant air. "I put that there for a reason," he grumbled. "And now we're stuck here."
She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around the handle, trying to yank the door open. The panic on her face was evident when it didn't budge. "Shit."
"You can only open it from the other side."
She turned towards him. "Do you have your phone with you?"
"No."
She groaned because her own device was also securely tucked in her bag. Not wanting to be locked in a room with the last person she wanted to be with, she started pounding on the door frantically. "Help! Penelope! Luke!" Bang. Bang. "Anyone!"
"Nobody's going to hear you."
She tuned him out.
"Emily! JJ!" She pressed herself against the door, drawing her mouth close towards the tiny gap between the wooden panel and the wall. "Help! We're locked in!" She suddenly caught his movement from the corner of her eyes and turned to him, noticing the way he was already studying a file.
"What are you doing?"
He slipped back the document into the cabinet and went through the other folders. "Might as well work until they realize we're gone."
She straightened herself and glanced at the watch around her wrist. "But it's late. What if everyone's gone home and we're stuck here for the night?" A thought struck her and she looked up in horror. "Or for days?"
"Then you have yourself to blame."
She glared at him. "You're not helping."
Spencer looked up to see her jaw clenching, accentuating the sharp angles of her face. Her normally composed features, so delicately balanced, now seemed to unravel in a heat of fury. It was the only expression she held every time she had to deal with him.
He glanced away and focused back on his task. "Don't worry, we have a team of competent profilers. If they can find dangerous criminals throughout the country, they can also find their two missing agents."
She considered his words and acknowledged the truth behind them, so she reluctantly moved to the other side of the room, going through the shelves opposite of him. The space went completely still as they both went through the stack of folders shelved between the old cabinets. It wasn't until curiosity got the better of him that he finally looked up, his eyes falling onto her form.
Her back was facing him, giving him a view of her tousled hair falling down over her shoulders. His eyes involuntarily trailed the contours of her body, betraying a mixture of intrigue and curiosity. His gaze lingered upon the gentle curve of her shoulder, the graceful line of her spine, and the sway of her hips as she moved onto the next shelf, her steps echoing through the silence and it was then he realized she was wearing heels.
Again.
This wasn't the first time she decided to wear shoes that looked very uncomfortable to wear. Who even wore heels in this line of work? Being an FBI agent meant you had to be quick on your feet because anything could happen unexpectedly. He once voiced out his opinion on this matter, which she only answered with, "My choice of clothing won't reduce the capability of my brain, Reid. You and I are still doctors even if I wear a bathing suit to work."
"It's not about your choice of clothing, it's about being practical."
"That's why I keep a pair of sneakers in my drawers,” she had haughtily replied, then narrowed her eyes at him. "And don't comment on my shoes when I've held myself from judging on your ugly cardigans."
His cardigans were not ugly.
He shook the memory away as eyes roamed over her again, noticing her very exposed legs. She was also wearing a skirt today, something she often did and something he never dared to have an opinion on, knowing she would probably bite his head off if he did.
"Stop staring at me."
Spencer cleared his throat at being caught. "I wasn't."
"I could practically feel your eyes on me." She looked over her shoulder. "I have great spidey senses."
There was a sudden pause. "Spidey senses?"
"Yeah, like Spiderman." When he didn't respond, she turned around and faced him. "Please tell me you know who Spiderman is?"
When he returned her gaze with a frown, she couldn't help but laugh, turning her back towards him again. "You know this is why people like me better than you. We both may be smart, but you got to admit, my knowledge doesn't simply stop on academics."
He should've been offended by her words, he should've countered back a vile reply, but her voice became white noise to him as he watched her body leaning down, picking up a document that slipped from her grasp. His eyes caught the way the tight skirt clung to her form like a second skin. The fabric, stretched taut against her curves, highlighted the alluring lines of her figure. The skirt's snug fit caressed her thighs, tracing their slender form and hinting at the softness beneath.
This wasn't the first time he noticed her beauty in this type of way, beneath all that glare she often carried whenever he was around her, he knew she was an attractive woman. It was her personality that often stopped him from marveling this insight. But being in this closed, tight space, Spencer was forced to study her, and with the way his body was reacting, he knew his lingering stare was more than simple admiration.
He could feel his blood pulsing down south, tightening underneath the confinement of his pants.
As she straightened herself, she felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. She turned her head and noticed his eyes training on her body.
"You're still staring." She then caught a glimpse of something unguarded in his gaze, something that was definitely far from hatred. Her mind whirled with questions, trying to decipher the meaning behind it. "Stop looking at me like that."
A hint of a smile played on his lips. "Like what?"
"Like you either want to strangle me or—"
"Or?" He prompted.
Like you want to eat me alive.
It was the only way she could describe it. She was aware of how his eyes usually pierced her, how every movement she made or word she uttered could trigger this immense disdain radiating from him. But now the weight of his gaze bore down upon her, casting a palpable heat that danced across her skin. Something had changed, and she felt it in the intensity of his eyes, so different from the usual hostility she had come to expect.
They held a predatory gleam as if he could pounce on her at any moment.
“If I hadn't known you better," she carefully spoke, watching as he took a step towards her, and she took one back, bumping into the wall. "I'd say you're trying to flirt with me with those eyes."
"Me? Flirt with you?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Don't flatter yourself."
She scoffed, squaring her shoulders as he closed the distance between them. "You're right. What was I thinking? You can't even flirt to live."
"You don't even know how I flirt."
"Reid, I've seen you flirt," she said between fits of laughter. "Remember you tried getting that cop's number? You were stuttering and suddenly giving her facts about oil paintings. Paintings."
"She had an interest in fine art," he stated. "And if you must know, after giving those informative facts, I told that no amount of art could ever compare to her beauty as a compliment.”
She snorted, shaking her head in disbelief. "And that actually worked? She gave you her number?"
"No." Then a smirk curled on his lips. "But she did come home with me."
She frowned. That was new information. She never really thought about what went on in his love life, but hearing him implying his active sex life had her feeling strange. "She did?"
He took another step forward. "If I hadn't known you better," he carefully spoke, mimicking her words before. "I'd say you're jealous."
She tilted her head up and scowled at him. "Even if you were the last person on this planet I wouldn't consider breathing in the same air with you."
She waited for his response, but he didn't even seem to be bothered by her words. And as they stood there, holding each other's gaze, she became acutely aware of everything; their close proximity, the warmth radiating from his body, and the rise and fall of his chest. His unfamiliar scent lingered in the air, a distinct combination of earthy musk and a hint of something indefinable. She had never allowed herself to notice it before, but now it was impossible to ignore.
Her eyes then traced the lines on his face, sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and finally settled on his eyes. At first, she thought her eyes was deceiving her, but she knew exactly what held behind his gaze. It was the same expression she saw in all her past lovers. It wouldn’t have surprised her to see the same intensity on other men, but to see it on him? The guy who had always hated her guts the moment she corrected his statistic rants the first time they met?
Spencer fucking Reid?
It was too much for her to handle. She was used to his piercing gaze, his evident disdain. Not this. It became almost overwhelming that she decided to step away.
Just as she turned to retreat from the intensity of his gaze, her body froze as she felt warm fingers gripping her wrist. The contact sent a jolt through her body and her eyes snapped back at him. "What the hell are you doing?"
Ah, there it was, that hatred she was looking for blazing in his eyes again. "You see, I don't like you."
"Good." She held her chin up. "The feeling's mutual."
"You think you're better than everybody else, you think you're better than me."
She was about to retort another response when he suddenly yanked her, a gasp leaving her mouth. "But somehow I can’t help myself from wanting to taste you.”
Then it happened so fast. One moment she was trying to register what was happening, the next thing she knew his lips were on hers, moving frantically in desperate hunger. She couldn't believe he was actually kissing her. It also burned her up inside to find he was good at it. She wanted him to be all teeth and awkward so she could sneer at him and push him away, but he was holding her face in his hands like they hadn't spent months sniping at each other.
A turmoil of thoughts swarmed her mind—What are you doing? Why are you kissing him back? What the hell is wrong with you?—while she gripped onto his arm as a pleased sigh slipped through her mouth before she could catch it.
He slowly pulled away from her, eyes glittering in mischief. "Would you look at that?" he muttered, gripping her jaw and tilting her face like he was appraising her. "All bark and no bite."
She shoved his hands away from her face, ignoring how nice it had felt, wide and warm and firm. "Don't test me."
"Yeah?" His hand settled on her hip, pulling her against him deliberately slow, giving her every opportunity to knock his hand away, to sidestep him, to tell him to stop, but she didn't. He took it as a sign to run his hand behind her. "I think you're bluffing."
Her heart quickened when she felt him gently squeezing her ass. "A-About what?"
"All this bravado of yours," he taunted, his hands now trailing down to her sides. "I bet there's something sweet underneath all this bitterness."
"You don't know me," she hissed breathlessly. It was difficult to keep snapping back at him when his other hand ran up her leg, pushing her skirt up as he went, his grip encompassing the entire width of her thigh.
"Maybe not. But I'm always up for a challenge." His calloused hand brushed at the lacy edge of her underwear and she sucked in a shaky breath. "Let's see how long you can keep up with this attitude."
She opened her mouth to say something snippy, but he ducked down and kissed the words out of her mouth with a low groan. Her brain suddenly froze when his finger curled under the outline of her underwear and tugged it to the side, trailing his slender finger through her bare slit.
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips as pulled away, trailing his mouth along her jawline. His finger brushed along her slickness and it took a lot of self-control for her not to moan. "How are you already so wet?"
Although a small gasp emitted from her as she felt him sliding a finger, and when his thumb pressed against her clit, she closed her eyes, tossing her head to the side at the feeling of him filling her up.
"You're awfully quiet," he murmured against her neck, sucking a bruise against her soft skin as he began to pump his finger. "Who would've thought I had to touch you to keep your mouth shut."
She bit her bottom lip, fighting against the pleasure that surged through her, desperately trying to suppress the enjoyment coursing through her veins. "I hate you."
"No, you don't." His tone was vexingly calm, and all it did was rile her up more. She wished he'd match her frustration because his composure was annoying. Then to make matters worse, he let out an amused laugh. He fucking laughed. "Look at you trying to hold yourself back."
"I'm not—fuck." She gasped as she felt his finger curling inside her.
"Keep telling yourself that." He added another finger and she slumped against the wall, pressing back hard to keep herself upright as he pumped his wrist. "It's okay to admit you're enjoying this."
"I-I'm not," she huffed indignantly.
"Has anyone ever told you you're a bad liar?"
Her breath mingled with the sound of her arousal echoing in the narrowed space as he drove his fingers into her faster. "Shut up, Reid." She then grabbed onto his arm as the pleasure intensified, nails digging into his skin. "You think you're so smart, so full of yourself—"
"You really like picking up a fight, don't you? That's why you always have an attitude with me." His lips brushed her ear. "It gets you worked up. It gets you wet."
She quickly shook her head. "I just don't like you."
"Hmm." He leaned back and watched the way she tensed beneath his touch, her muscles coiling with delicate restraint. It was as if she fought against the pleasure that threatened to consume her, seeking to maintain control even as her body betrayed her desires. "I wonder if you'll like it as much if I put my head between your thighs."
The thought of having his face buried right where her arousal burned drove her over the edge. Her body betrayed her and she knew he could feel it too. "Oh wow, you're clenching around my fingers," he hummed in satisfaction. "Is that what you want? You want me to eat you out?"
"No," she mumbled but he found her hips bucking against his palm.
"Your body is saying otherwise." He withdrew his fingers but kept rubbing tight circles against her clit. Her blood was hammering under her skin and her legs shook as she tried to roll her hips up against his hand again. "Say you want me between your thighs."
She gritted her teeth, her muscles tightening in a valiant effort to hold back the mounting pleasure that begged to be unleashed. "I'm not saying that."
"Are you sure?" His other hand traveled along the back of her head before fisting her hair in his hand, exposing the column of her throat to him. "Don't you want to come all over my face?"
"Reid..." she mumbled hopelessly, her head spinning as his hot breath brushed against her skin. The thought of admitting that infuriated her because him actually getting her off was something she'd never live down. This was Spencer Reid, the man who had always infuriated her with his know-it-all statistics as if she hadn't already known half of the things he said.
But damn it, she really wanted him between her thighs.
"Say it," he repeated, moving his hand away entirely, and she grabbed his wrist desperately, pulling his fingers back to where she wanted them. "Say I want your mouth on me, Spencer, and I'll happily oblige."
"Reid—"
"Spencer," he corrected. "Say it."
Her body quivered, a taut wire stretched to its limit, yearning to snap under the weight of the pleasure that coursed through her. And then his finger suddenly stopped its movement and she knew he wasn't going to touch her again until she gave in. If that's how he wanted it, fine. She was going to consider this as one of their silly mind games, their usual banter whenever they tried to outwit one another. She could figure out a way to get back at him later. She could swallow her pride for now.
"I want your mouth on me," she reluctantly caved in.
"Did you forget my name?"
Unbelievable.
"I fucking hate you," she sneered. Then she pushed him away from the crook of her neck and leveled her gaze on him. "Just put your fucking mouth on me, Spencer."
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "You have a very foul mouth."
But true to his words, he eventually dropped to his knees, his hands trailing on either of her sides before he slipped her underwear down her legs. His fingers trailed along her skin as he did it, prickling the depth of her anticipation even when her mind was still trying to comprehend what she was letting herself in.
Because she had never thought of getting eaten out at work, let alone with someone she hated. Sure, hate was a very strong word, but it was what she was used to feeling whenever it came to him. It was easy to engross her hatred every time he treated her differently from the others.
Hate she could do, it came naturally to her. But to desire him, actually wanting him to bury his face between her thighs, was starting to mess her up, and not in a bad way. Not in a way that had her feeling repulsed, but in a way that made her want to grab onto his hair and pull his face right at the center of her heat.
Spencer looked up at her and smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking, and pushed up her skirt around her hips. His eyes bored into her as he hiked one of her legs onto his shoulder. His gaze traveled down her body, taking in her flushed cheeks—out of anger or embarrassment, he didn't know—and continued to sweep over the curve of her breasts before they stopped right in front of him.
"Look at you." He leaned closer, his breath brushed her damp skin. "Aren't you a pretty thing?"
There was something compelling about having Spencer sinking on his knees before her, but having his mouth wrapped around her clit pulled away her senses and her legs started to buckle that she had to grab onto the nearest cabinet for support. She stifled a moan, not expecting the enthusiastic way he devoured her from below with frantic motions of his wandering tongue.
This was so wrong. However, heat continued washing over, traveling up towards her face and burning at the tips of her ears. The more his mouth sucked onto her, lapping his tongue through her slickness, the more her body coursed with pleasure that she couldn't stop herself from sinking her fingers into his hair, holding him in place as she ground her hips over his face.
"For someone who claims to hate me," he whispered, his voice vibrating against her skin, his tongue pushing into her walls. "You sure are enjoying this."
A moan was thick in her throat until she swallowed it down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of how true his words were. "You're annoying. So fucking annoying," she hissed.
Spencer hummed. "And you taste so good."
She gasped in surprise when she felt him lick a long stripe along her slit, the rough pad of his tongue catching her clit as she jolted. His fingers dipped into her thighs as he held her steady, lewd sounds leaving his lips as he continued to suck her wetness. His movements were suddenly fast, so feral and animalistic as he shamelessly lapped her skin, swallowing every liquid dripping off her body.
The built-up pleasure inside her continued to grow as she rolled her hips into his mouth, trying to focus on the sensation of him pressing his tongue against the same spot each time. Her chest was heaving as she tried to focus on the pleasure that was slowly taking over her rational thoughts, the coil inside her desperately close to breaking.
"Oh, god," Her voice shook, head tipped back and eyes staring at the ceiling as she felt herself dance on the precipice of release for a few agonizing moments before she finally started to shatter. Then a strangled cry left her lips as she began to buck her hips as he continued to suck her clit through her climax, the pleasure clouding her mind. It wasn't until he finally stood up, looking down at her with a grin that she finally took in what just happened.
"Do you still hate me?"
Yes, yes she did, especially with that smug smile of his taunting her. Yet she found herself hooking her fingers around the belt strap of his pants, pulling him closer as the weight of her resistance began to crumble under the force of his unwavering gaze. "So fucking much." The triumphant smile on his face grew as she started to unbuckle his belt, the sound echoing in the room. "Do you have a condom?"
"Do you really think I'm the type of person to be carrying a condom in my pocket?"
"I think you're the type of person who never gets laid." He threw her an uninterested stare which she decided to ignore. Then she let her hands fall to the side. "I'm not having sex without a condom."
Spencer weighed in her words. If he was smart, he would've stopped himself, pulled away, and accept her admission. But he didn't want to be smart, after depending on his intelligence throughout his life, he didn't want to be rational. It was definitely out of his character, but there was something about her that stirred a dormant part of him, awakening desires and emotions he hadn't known existed within his soul.
He had always prided himself on his restraint and self-discipline, but after finally having a taste of her, he found himself unraveling. He wanted more. So he leaned closer, and pressed a desperate kiss at the hollow of her throat, marveling at the way her body trembled from his touch. "Why not?"
She was going to regret it. She really was. But damn it, how could she restrain herself when he was sucking into her skin like a man starved. She splayed her hands on his chest and pushed him away before giving him the deadliest glare she could muster.
"I swear to god if you finish inside me I will kill you."
Then a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. "Was planning to come in your mouth anyway."
She was about to retort a haughty response when he suddenly grabbed her by the elbow and turned her around, pushing her against the wall. She was taken aback by the newfound dominance he exuded in his touch. It was a side of him she had never witnessed before, and it sent a thrill of surprise and intrigue coursing through her veins, something she would never admit out loud.
He dragged his tongue across his lips at the sight before him as his hands reached for his belt, unclasping the strap before unbuttoning his pants, the sound of his zipper being pulled down echoing in the narrowed space. He then slightly pulled down his briefs, slipping out his cock before his knee wedged in between her thighs, parting her legs to open.
He slightly shifted, his jaw twitching as he gathered saliva in his mouth, craning his neck down to spit on her pulsing core before the head of his cock gently nudged her clit. Embarrassingly, she clenched around nothing. Her vision went white and she felt herself tremble as he positioned himself at her entrance, pushing in inch by inch.
"Fuck," he sighed, hips twitching as he finally slid into her fully, feeling her walls clenching hard around him. "I can get used to this."
She could get used to this too. She had never felt so full before, never felt herself being stretched like this so deliciously, but she certainly didn't need to feed his ego by moaning about it. "Well don't, this is the only time I'm letting this happen."
He pulled back his hips, leaving only the tip as he watched her slickness coated around him. "We'll see about that."
And then all hell broke loose.
He slammed into her with so much force that she let out a muffled scream as her eyes shot wide open. He relentlessly bucked his hips, his cock filling her over and over without self-control, the tip of him hitting her deepest parts relentlessly. She could barely even think as his hips fell into a rhythm, sending her higher and higher with each thrust.
Her legs tensed up even more at the pressure, his hands gripping her hips so hard his fingers dig into her flesh that she knew she would leave bruises. Behind her, he was grunting and growling through gritted teeth as he repeatedly buried himself into her without remorse. It didn't take long before his vicious thrusts had her eyes rolling back behind closed lids, her mind going entirely blank to everything but this very moment.
One of his hands released her hip before she felt him grabbing a fistful of her hair, just at the base of her skull, and sharply pulling. A high-pitched, breathy noise tore out of her at the feel of it. "Poor baby," he cooed. "Look at you so desperate for my cock."
She couldn't help but be stunned by his words. Who would've thought Spencer Reid was good at dirty talk? Definitely not her. It was as though he had unveiled a secret facet of his personality that had remained hidden until now, and she found herself captivated by this revelation.
Not that she was going to admit this, of course, so instead, she solely focused on the way he addressed her. "I am not your baby."
"You want me to call you something else?" He asked between bated breaths, hips thrusting into her. "How about Angel? Darling? Sweetheart?"
She let out a frustrated groan at his teasing but it was probably impossible to discern it from the rest of the noises she was trying to hold. "Are you always this chatty during sex?"
"No," he hummed as he picked up his pace, sending a helpless spasm through her.
"R-Really?" She mused breathlessly. "I must be special then."
He then tugged on her hair even rougher, causing her to curse loudly in response, her hips beginning to eagerly press backward into him as his hips jutted into her relentlessly like a man possessed. "Don't get too cocky."
"Just admit it," she whispered, pleasure racing down her body in waves. "You like me."
With another sharp tug on her hair, he abruptly plunged his cock so deep inside of her that she couldn't stop herself from arching her back. He held himself there as he used the grip on her hair to haul her backward to him, a surprised yelp falling out of her. "I don't like you."
Her back fell onto his chest and she felt his body vibrating behind her. "Then why is your heart beating so fast?"
"Well, sex is physically exerting so..."
How was it possible to be this aroused and annoyed at the same time? Wasn't sex supposed to be enjoyable? Well, she was clearly enjoying this, but it was hard to fully sink into the pleasure when he was driving her insane. Unless...
It dawned on her, that was her move. That was how she could play his game. Maybe she should be enjoying this to the fullest, maybe she should stroke his ego, get into his head, and have him feel as desperate as she was. A fierce determination ignited within her, fueling a newfound resolve to turn the tables on him. This was how she was going to get him back.
"Harder," she asked, pushing her hips into him.
His pace suddenly slowed down, uncertain whether he was hearing her right. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "Please?" she added before he could prompt her.
A satisfied sound escaped his lips—it was a sound she had never heard coming from him, loud and crude emitting between a growl and something coming close to a whimper, which had her smiling triumphantly. "L-Look at you begging now."
This was easier than she expected. She rolled her head back against his shoulder and let out a moan she had kept so hard on controlling. "I want you to fuck me harder, Spencer."
His sharp intake of breath at that moment was worth it. "I know what you're doing."
"What am I doing, baby?" she asked sweetly, dripping in forced affection that sounded nothing like her at all.
He instantly released the hold on her hair, his hand snaking around to grip her throat as his other hand slid around the front of her. "You're messing with me."
She let out a strained sound as she felt his other hand traveling down where they were connected. "I-I thought you wanted me to admit how good you make me feel? Is that not enough? You want me to cry out how amazing your cock feels inside me?"
Then she couldn't help her next words.
"Should I call you daddy?"
Oh, that got him. He hissed as the hand on her throat tightened. "You're a menace."
"A menace you enjoy fucking?"
His lips curled into a snarl. "I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face."
Only then he began to thrust back into her roughly. A series of breathy, needy gasps fell out of her as she held tight onto his forearm that was holding her by her throat. His other hand on her clit circled around roughly, touching her just right that she entirely lost it, her hips quaked against him as he groaned out in response, her walls clenching his cock.
Then his hand left her clit a few moments later, instead landing hard on her ass with a sharp smack that sounded throughout the room. His fingers dug into the flesh there as his hips began clumsily ramming into her, his cock twitching inside of her. The stimulation was too much for her that she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep quiet as he stretched her harshly, the delicious burn only adding to the pleasure.
"You're still holding back?" He taunted, bringing back his hand before another loud smack rang in her ears, her ass burning from the pain. "Let that voice out, no one's going to hear you."
It was amazing how long she could hold in her pleasure because now her walls were starting to crumble when a particularly deep and brutal thrust had his cock hitting her just right. And then, it happened—the dam of restraint finally burst. A low moan escaped her lips, a primal cry of pleasure that echoed through the room like a song of surrender
"That's it," he grunted. "You sound so pretty."
As the sensations intensified, her breaths came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. Once she let herself go, she couldn't stop herself from moaning out his name, to which he responded with his own moan, especially when she clenched around him even tighter.
"You gonna come for me now?" She helplessly nodded, not trusting herself to form any coherent words, squirming her hips against him for more. "Go on then," he demanded, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Come for me."
She finally snapped as she gave in to the sensation that had been gradually crawling its way up her spine. Pleasure was soon coating every inch of her and as her eyes closed. She didn't bother to muffle her cries this time as she fell apart around his cock, her body convulsing as he continued to thrust inside her, forcing the pleasure to keep growing stronger and stronger until small black spots started to appear in her vision.
When her climax had washed over, she was left dizzy and breathless, still leaning against him. His loud panting breaths quickly filled her ears, his chest heaving beneath her head and she could tell by the way his hips were fluctuating in their pace, the feel of his throbbing cock inside of her, that he was very close to his release.
Panic suddenly crept into her daze state and she craned her neck to look back. "Don't you dare finish inside me, I swear to god—"
Very abruptly he slipped his cock out from inside of her, his arms releasing their hold on her just as fast before turning her to face him.
"Get on your knees."
The ground scraped her skin as she quickly sank onto her knees, and just because he looked so damn good tethering in his pleasure as she stared up at him, she gripped his cock in her hands and took him fully in her mouth.
"Fuck," the gravel in his voice was prominent, her lips gliding effortlessly down his shaft until her nose hits his stomach. His hand finds its way into her hair as she kneeled there before him, fisting a bunch of it at the scalp, desperately needing something to tie him down to reality.
She slid back off his cock to take just his head inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before flattening it against his tip, licking a fat stripe while looking up at him through her lashes. Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, tightening the grip on her hair.
Maintaining his gaze, she took him completely down her throat again, essentially swallowing him, holding herself there until she gagged around him. She could taste him on her tongue as she continued to repeat the motion, tears welling at her lids and saliva building at her lips, seeping down her chin.
He groaned at the sight.
"I-I'm gonna come—"
And he did. She felt lightheaded as the first shot of liquid filled her mouth, and then he jutted his hips a few more times before another surge of his release spilled down her throat. She swallowed him whole, swallowed every drop of him into her mouth as he continued to look down in wonder. She never thought of ever being in this position, but now she decided there was nothing else more satisfying than to watch her rival come undone from her touch.
Although she couldn't dwell in her contentment for long because as she released him from her mouth, the sound of the door rattling waked her senses. Panic flashed in her eyes as they met his gaze, and they instinctively stepped apart before sprinting into action, Spencer tucking himself back in his pants, while she quickly got to her feet and pulled down her skirt, scurrying to the other side of the room.
It wasn't until she spotted her underwear laying by his feet that she realized she was still naked underneath. Spencer followed her line of sight and just as the door creaked, he bent down and quickly grabbed the fabric, shoving it in his pocket at the same time their friend entered the room.
"There you are," Luke sighed in relief, casting them both a look. "We've been searching everywhere for you guys. Are you both alright? I thought I heard screaming."
In that fleeting moment, they both exchanged a glance laden with unspoken messages, each silently urging the other to maintain composure.
"Yes. I-uh." She cleared her throat, struggling to suppress the heat rising to her cheeks, willing herself not to betray the blush that threatened to expose what went on before this. "I was screaming for help."
Luke watched them with keen eyes, skepticism etched upon his face. A subtle tension crackled in the air, barely noticeable to most but not escaping the scrutiny of his gaze. He watched as Spencer hid his face behind a file he was holding, and she was studying her nails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.
He narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything, before stepping back towards the door again. "Well, come on, there's a new lead on the case. Everyone's waiting."
When he finally left them alone again, she let out a breath she wasn't aware of holding and quickly held out her hand. Spencer raised his eyebrows at her. "What?"
"My underwear?"
He stared at her empty hand, then at her face, and shrugged nonchalantly, leaving her dumbfounded as he started to leave the room before the door closed on them again.
"Reid," she hissed, following behind him. "Give it back."
He looked over his shoulder and gave her a smile, or something close to it because even after what happened a few minutes ago his smile was far from looking genuine. "Come by my place after work and I might give it to you."
Her steps faltered.
"Might?"
But his back was already facing her as he strode down the hallway. She stood there, feeling extremely exposed wearing nothing but her own skin underneath her skirt, and the only way to get back her missing piece of clothing was to force herself in his presence again.
She closed her eyes and sighed, not sure what she felt right now was either anger or exhaustion. Probably both—no, wait, definitely both.
Because what the fuck did she get herself into?
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Quick question, if I make a taglist for my one-shots does anyone want to be added?
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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 .ᐟ
feat: dazai, chuuya, fyodor
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ꨄ˙ CW(s): gn! reader, mentions of alcohol (reader is drunk)
ꨄ˙ SYNOPSIS: in which you drink too much and don't even realize that your boyfriend is your boyfriend or you might as well be drunk in love
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in the dimly lit bar, the air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. you found yourself swirling the remnants of a colorful cocktail, the room around you blurring as the night progressed.
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DAZAI sits beside you, and couldn't help but notice your flushed-pink demeanor, fueled by the drinks you had consumed, and giggles to himself.
in your tipsy state, you tilt your head, looking at dazai with a playful suspicion. the room spun slightly, and you sway on your seat, trying to focus on his face.
"you know," you slur, "you're a suspicious stranger. i bet you've got some secret agenda." you point an accusing finger at him, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
dazai, amused by your playful accusations, couldn't help but giggle even more, "oh, do i now? well, i'm just a harmless 'stranger' who happened to find the most adorable drunk person in the entire bar."
you raise an eyebrow skeptically, still not recognizing him, "adorable, huh? well, mr. stranger-fanger, you're gonna have to prove it." you cross your arms, a challenging smirk on your flushed face.
dazai, seizing the opportunity, wraps his arms around you with a mockingly serious expression, "see? no danger here, just a guy who appreciates adorable drunks."
you broke into a fit of giggles, melting into his embrace, "well, you're not that bad for a stranger, i guess."
completely unaware that the 'stranger' was, in fact, your boyfriend, you continued to enjoy the whimsical dance of laughter and teasing, creating a memory that would undoubtedly be cherished in the days to come.
"i'm gonna be serious though, i am your boyfriend," dazai says to you.
you blink softly at him, your tipsy-drunk state had somehow lead you to look at him as such. dazai blinks back before a grin starts to tug on his lips.
"do i have to remind my dearest? well, then. buckle up because you're in for a treat!" he says before he instantly starts peppering your face in kisses as he holds you tightly.
you immediately start to squeal and giggle as you are reminded of the constant kisses that your boyfriend would give you admist the alcohol in your system.
"osamuuu!" you say in a soft whine before he pecks your lips.
dazai grins even more widely at your cute little whine as he cups your face now, "that's more like it. goodness, such an adorable drunk you are, hmm?"
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CHUUYA watches with a mix of concern and amusement as your cheerful demeanor transformed into a tipsy state.
as the night wore on, chuuya decides it was time to take you home. he gently placed his gloved hand on your shoulder, trying to capture your attention, "hey, it's getting late. how about we head home?" he suggests, his voice warm and caring.
however, in your inebriated state, you misinterpreted the situation. you gasp sharply before you squirm in your seat and whine softly, "nooo, i'm having so much fun here! plus, you can't take me home! i have a boyfriend!"
chuuya was flabbergasted, but he couldn't help but chuckle at your resistance afterwards upon seeing this, "come on, baby, i'm not a stranger. i'm your boyfriend, and I just want to make sure you get home safely."
now it's you blinking softly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and innocence, "boyfriend? really?" you giggle, completely unaware of the true nature of your relationship.
"you're being so silly right now, i almost can't with you," chuuya sighs, still laughing softly, "geez, i didn't know my baby can be this forgetful with this much alcohol."
undeterred, chuuya continued to coax you gently, his amusement growing as you stare at him in awe as you begin to pat his cheeks in your warm hands, "this pretty face is all mine?"
chuuya chuckles again, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he takes your hands in his before leaning in to press a lingering kiss on your lips and whispering, "i'm all yours, baby."
the night unfolded in a blend of laughter, warmth, and the endearing challenge of convincing you that the 'stranger' was, in fact, the person who cared for you the most, and you couldn't help but giggle even more into the kiss.
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FYODOR observes your increasing intoxication with a measured gaze, a sense of concern clouding his usually composed demeanor.
as the night unfolds, you continued to enjoy the array of drinks that nikolai had generously provided you two. fyodor, recognizing the potential consequences, decided it was time to intervene. he places a hand gently on your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
"dear, perhaps it's time to slow down," fyodor suggests, his voice calm and measured as he tries to get you to stop.
you looked at him with a tipsy grin, oblivious to the fact that fyodor was your boyfriend, "but nikolai is just being generous. no harm in a few more, riiight?"
fyodor's piercing gaze held a mixture of concern and determination, "i'd rather not see you regretting this tomorrow. let's enjoy the night responsibly," he insists, attempting to guide you away from the tempting allure of more drinks.
however, in your intoxicated state, you resisted his efforts, misinterpreting his intentions, "oh, come on! live a little, stranger!" you playfully tease, unaware that fyodor was the person you were romantically involved with.
fyodor couldn't help but hide a small smile at your playful antics, though he inwardly feels a twinge of sadness at being referred to as a stranger, maintained his composure.
he observes you with a subtle sadness in his eyes, a fleeting emotion that betrayed the depth of his feelings. still, he wasn't one to give up easily.
with a gentle touch, he cupped your face, making you meet his gaze, "remember, i'm the one who cares deeply for you," he murmurs with a faint smile, his eyes staring in yours.
"i may be a stranger in this particular scenario, but i am not to you," fyodor replies softly, realizing that your drunken state was proving to be a barrier. yet, he didn't relent.
the realization began to dawn on you, your intoxicated mind slowly connecting the dots, "wait a minute... you care about me? really?"
fyodor nods, his eyes holding a mixture of hope and longing, "more than you can imagine."
you blink softly, still processing the situation through the haze of alcohol. before you could react, fyodor leaned in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss against your lips. the touch was tender yet filled with an unspoken depth of emotion, an attempt to bridge the gap that had momentarily separated you.
as the kiss unfolded, a subtle warmth spread through you, and the fog of intoxication seemed to lift momentarily. the taste of familiarity mingled with the hint of sadness, creating a poignant moment that transcended the blurred boundaries of the night. fyodor then pulls away, his gaze searching yours for any signs of recognition.
there was a pause, a moment of suspended realization. slowly, your eyes widened, and a spark of recognition flickered within them. "wait," you whisper, your voice carrying a mix of surprise and clarity as you smile. "you're not a stranger, only my fedya kisses me like that!"
a soft smile tugged at the corners of fyodor's lips as the weight of being called a stranger lifted. the kiss had served as a catalyst, a bridge that connected the fragments of memory scattered in the alcohol-induced haze.
"my, my, how could you forget your fedya, dear?" fyodor sighs, shaking his head before he kisses your lips again and whispers, "traitor.."
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ꨄ˙ A.N.: i feel like i might have written fyodor in an ooc-ish way, and if i did, i apologize !! haven't written for him in so long and i don't write for him as often as dazai and chuuya. this is also kinda silly i think now that i've finished writing this lol !! thank you so much for reading until the end (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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urhoneycombwitch · 2 months
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ovulation is INSANE
imagine trying to explain ovulation to Eddie as "my body is evil and it wants to get me pregnant" and you have to preface the week like "if I tell you not to use a condom, do NOT listen to me, it's the demons" because you're horny but don't wanna take any chances and he's like... ah, the demons... interesting... so can I still hit or...?
+18 mdni, cw for cumming inside that hasn't been prev discussed, daddy & breeding kink 🫣
you explain it to him and he goes "oh right like the plot in The Silver Chair." and you're like...?? and then in true Eddie fashion he goes on a ten-minute descriptive story rant about some old book that he read back in grade school where a character was cursed to be confined to a chair and no matter how hard he pleaded no one was allowed to break the spell.
or something. ur not really paying attention because Eddie looks so engaging as he speaks, all doey eyes and big hand movements and curly mane of hair that he shakes out to emphasize his points. it really shouldn't come as a surprise to him when you throw yourself across the couch and into his lap as soon as he's done with the story (he recovers quickly and valiantly, have no fear)
and he's never seen you like this before, desperation leaving no room for a proper dressing down- his pants and boxers are shoved to just his mid-thigh, your panties still on but hooked to one side so you can ride him, with quick rolls of your plush hips that he's currently gripping for dear life.
"fuck, sweetheart," he's gasping out, watching your eyebrows pinch together and your mouth part in a soft O, familiar signs of impending orgasm. "already?"
"told you..." you're swallowing down a whimper so you can speak, gathering the strands of hair at the nape of Eddie's neck between your fingers, his head lolling back against the couch, pliant under your touch. "ovulation horny is a- shit, right there- different beast..."
since you're the one riding, you're doing most of the physical work, but Eddie manages to angle up into that spot that makes your walls clench, his feet planted firmly on the ground to support your weight.
you're so close, he can see it in the way your eyes glaze over and thighs tremble. he's watching you with tipped-back head, half-lidded eyes, staving off his own release to get you to break first when he gets an idea.
"you like riding my cock, baby?" he purrs out, one of his hands leaving your hip to rest warm against your stomach. "want me to fill you up? get you good and pregnant? make you mine?"
any worry that he has about your reaction to this melts away with your moans, the idea shooting straight to your core as you shift your hips faster, pleasure mounting.
"that's it, honey," Eddie encourages, panting out your praises as he feels your walls spasming, choking his cock. "come for daddy and he'll fill you up, just like you w-"
he's cut off by your long, low groan as you obey his words, crushing your forehead against his as he helps you ride out your high. you're gushing around his cock that's quick to follow your lead, spilling his seed deep into you with a throaty groan of his own.
you're both covered in a light sheen of sweat as you come down from your highs, soft laughs mingling as you find your breath again.
"bet that didn't happen in your Silver Chair book," you chuckle, pulling back to press a kiss against Eddie's slack jaw.
"C.S. Lewis can go fuck himself," Eddie says, smoothing a hand down the slope of your back. "got the best plot ever right here."
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barefoothighlander · 10 months
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Protective Ghost perhaps ?
Love me a protective hulk of a man and clapping my cheeks like a mad man 🫣
scary boyfriend privileges for real
warnings: mdni (18+), unwanted male attention, insinuation of assault, smut, unprotected pinv, est relationship, masturbation (fem), fingering, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink, lil bit of choking, possessive!ghost, rank kink if u squint
"Hey, where are you?"
"Just at the house, Is everything alright love?" He can sense the panic in your voice through the phone,
"Everything's fine just, do you think you'd be able to pick me up?"
"Be there in 10"
He ends the call, leaving you to listen to the echoes of strangers in the streets, standing alone outside your office building, you didn't intend on working late but something had come up and you told Simon that you'd just walk home after work, it was only a few blocks to your shared flat.
At first, he blatantly refused the idea, arguing that he'd just pick you up even if it meant waiting around for a few hours when he already had plans, you argued back stating that it wouldn't be dark considering the sun wouldn't set till later, and the walk was short. Eventually, he gave in, agreeing to your terms of having your location on during your walk and keeping a finger on the pepper spray he had placed in your purse.
Everything was going fine until you actually stepped out of the office, ignorant to the fact that there was a football match that night, and the pubs would be littered with drunk patrons, shouting from every street corner. The echoes of their voices made you nervous, the fact that you didn't have your scary boyfriend to protect you made it worse, a small panic setting into your nerves as you picked at your nails.
You move to the curb to watch for his truck, eyes glazing over every pair of headlights that made their way down the street, tapping your foot in an effort to ease yourself.
"OI"
You turn your attention to the shout,
"Yea you, whatcha doin all alone out here love?" A man standing a few feet away begins walking towards you, even from the distance you can smell the alcohol on him, turning away to ignore him.
"Ah c'mon then, just tryna have a chat"
"M'not interested, sorry"
"Inna chat? Don't worry I won't bite"
You take a few steps back as the man gets closer, invading your space as he continues to speak,
"Don't have to be a priss, just wondering why a pretty lil thing like you s'all alone"
"I'm waiting for someone" You nervously dart your eyes around, willing Simon to appear,
He stumbles closer "You gotta boyfriend?"
"Yep" You cross your arms over your chest, walking backwards as the man continues to get closer
"Bet I'd treat ya better, wouldn't let you walk around all alone" He drags out the last word, staring directly at you,
"You know, I'm just gonna walk, have a good night" You turn to walk down the street, moving at a rushed pace,
"I'll walk you home" He moves in tandem with you
"No that's alright, I'll manage"
Your body freezes as his hand makes contact with your arm, tugging you back a step as he grips the skin, "Why've you got to be such a bitch?"
You try to pull your arm from his hold, "Excuse me?"
"Just tryna be nice"
"You're hurting me" Your body is in full panic, your mind racing as the man's stare pins you down, his grip firing you backwards until your back collides with the wall.
"You know it'd be a lot easier if you played along"
His words make your chest feel hollow, your eyes moving to avoid his gaze before they land on a pair of headlights in front of you, the slam of a car door breaking your focus as you let out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend moving towards you.
In a flash the man is off you, Simon's grip around his collar as he pins him to the wall, the back of his head hitting against the stone as you gasp.
"Si-"
"Get the fuck out of here"
The stranger's eyes widen at the sight of the masked man, Simon's large form dwarfing his as his arm holds his shirt tight around his neck, Simon releases him, the man gasping for air, sparing you a final look before rushing down the street.
"I'm sorry I-"
He cuts you off, "Get in the car"
You spend the short ride home in silence, not even bothering to turn the radio on, the tension in the air palpable as you let yourself out of the truck, following behind Simon as he makes his way into the house.
You flinch as he slams the door behind him,
"M'not mad at you" His voice comes from behind you
"I know"
You watch as he storms toward the bedroom in a fury, his fists clenched as he breezes by you. following him through the room. Your eyes are glued to him as he sits in a chair, alone in the corner facing the bed, his legs spread as his hands settle on the arms of the seat.
"Take your clothes off"
You do as he says, nervous fingers working to remove your shirt before reaching for the belt on your pants, tugging them down your legs,
"All your clothes"
You stand naked before him, his eyes roaming over your form, his stare making goosebumps rise on your skin,
"Get on the bed"
You sit on the edge of the mattress, shuffling your body backwards as you rest against your arms,
"I want you to touch yourself, and keep your eyes on me"
Your throat dries at his words, your eyes looking for some sign of sympathy but there's nothing behind the mask, doing as you're told you snake a hand down your torso, settling your fingers against your clit, cursing yourself at how wet you already were.
You work your fingers around the bud, keeping your gaze locked on him as pleasure blossoms in your chest, your heels digging into the sheets as you find a rhythm.
He doesn't say anything but you can see the strain on his knuckles as he grips the armrests of the chair, his pants growing tighter with every moan that falls from your lips. You're teetering on the edge but it's not enough,
"Simon, please,"
"Your fingers not enough?"
You shake your head, "Need you"
"Need me to what?"
"Need you to fuck me, please"
He wastes no time in standing from the chair, practically tearing his pants down before his hands grip your waist, flipping you with ease so that your chest presses against the mattress, your cheek digging into the sheets as he presses his length against you.
He groans at the feeling of your weeping pussy against his length, his palms spreading you so he can get a better view,
“So fucking perfect, you gonna be good for me?”
You wriggle your hips for him, “Yes, all for you”
“Good girl” He drags his palm along the length of your spine, settling his fingers around the nape of your neck as he lines himself up, teasing his head through your folds, collecting your slick before inserting himself.
He bottoms out with a grunt, his pubic bone pressing against your ass as he leans over your form, caging you and forcing you to take every inch of him. You whimper below him, begging him to move as he holds himself still inside you.
He pulls himself nearly all the way out before thrusting back in, forcing a yelp from you as he begins pumping into your pussy, your slick gathering around his shaft as his cock splits you open.
“So fuckin tight love”
His fingers dig into your waist with a bruising grip, holding you still as he thrusts into you, you can feel the coil inside you still burning but it’s still not enough,
“Si, please, need more”
His hand reaches around your neck, pulling you from the bed so your back is flush with his chest, his fingers teasing on your pulse point. He snakes his other hand around to toy with your clit, you clench down on him as he makes contact, his rough fingers circling the bud.
“Can’t cum unless it’s me huh?”
You shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut,
“Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?”
“You Si, fuck”
“Not good enough” His hand constricts around your throat
You struggle to find your words, his cock driving into you from below, “It’s yours Lieutenant, only yours”
“Much better” His hand releases your throat allowing you to gasp for air in between your moans, your orgasm threatening to erupt from inside you.
His hands knead at your breasts, teasing and pinching the raised buds as his fingers work in tandem with his strokes, you reach behind you to touch him, to grab anything to ground yourself , your fingers settling on the hem of his mask.
“That’s it love, soak my cock, show me how good I make you feel”
Your skin feels like it’s on fire as all your muscles tense, Ghosts moans fill your ears as your pussy clenches down on him, his hips stuttering for a moment as he fucks you through your high.
When he feels you come down he pulls himself out, groaning at the loss of contact as his hands find their way back to your waist, flipping you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.
You wrap your limbs around him, holding him to you as he pushes deep inside you, his face is inches from yours, his eyes glued to where you meet.
“Gonna fill this fucking pussy, maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you, s’that what you want? Want everyone to see your stomach grow with my fuckin seed? Let them know who you belong to?”
His gaze turns to you, his dark eyes staring back at you, you struggle to form a response, your hand moving to tug at the hem of his mask as your hooded eyes watch him. Like he’s reading your mind he tears the mask off in seconds, revealing his face to you, his rosy cheeks and plump lips, the way his jaw clenches with every thrust.
“I’m yours, only yours”
His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans as he kisses you, rough and messy as your arms snake around his neck, holding him to you.
He pulls back, his forehead resting on yours, “Fuck, squeezing me so tight beautiful”
“Cum in me Si, need to feel you”
He watches your eyes fill with lust, your soaking pussy swallowing him as he bottoms out, your heels dig into his back as he spills his seed into you, coating your walls.
“Fuckin hell” He holds himself inside you as he finishes, his softening cock holding his cum deep in your pussy as he leans in for another kiss, it’s more tender this time.
He pulls out of you slowly, pushing up the bed and lying back as his arms tug you to him, your legs tangling with him as your hands find their spot on his chest.
“M’sorry”
His fingers thread through your hair, “S’not your fault love”
“I know I just feel stupid”
“You’re not stupid, you shouldn’t have to deal with shit like that”
You give a small hun in response,
“I would’ve killed him”
“I know”
“Like terrible, awful, excruciating pain kinda murder”
You huff a small laugh in response, knowing that he was deadly serious as you push yourself from his side, your palms nudging him over,
“C’mon go get dressed for bed”
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sailortongue · 2 months
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someone help me name this fic
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pairing: choso kamo x reader
summary: a simple movie night with your best friend turns into something more when his older brother joins your weekly ritual
wc: 3.3k
warnings: smut, nsfw, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, yuji is asleep in the same room briefly
an: why is smut so hard to write. feel like i put in so much effort just for it to not even be good
an 2: also the "title" is not a joke. this fic has been sitting in the docs for a few days and i'm still stumped. so if anyone has suggestions the floor is all yours
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Movie night was definitely your favorite night of the week. It always involved plenty of snacks, jokes, laughter, and was just generally a great time with your best friend. There was never a boring moment as long as Yuji was around. So no matter what, you could always expect to have fun.
What you didn't expect, though, was Yuji’s older brother, Choso, joining your weekly ritual. You liked him well enough, for what little you knew about him. For as long as you've been friends with Yuji you don't think Choso has ever said more than three words to you at one time. Not that that stopped you from harboring a small crush on the older male. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Crushing on your best friend’s brother. How cliche could you get?
But fuck Choso was pretty. Like, unfairly pretty. Especially now, when he was fresh out of the shower, his hair down from its usual space buns. You also noticed that he had removed the copious amount of earrings he usually had in his ears, giving him a softer look than you were accustomed too. You watched him run his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. You bet his hands would feel so good on your-
“Y/N!”
You snapped back to reality to see Yuji looking at you expectantly. “What?” you asked dumbly, heat spreading across your cheeks, embarrassed that you had accidentally ignored your friend in favor of thirsting over his brother. Get a grip you thought to yourself.
But Yuji only chuckled. “Rough week?” he asked.
You groaned as you dramatically flopped backward to lay on the couch, which was answer enough for Yuji. Always the optimist, he said, “Maybe next week will be better. You got this.”
“No, I don’t. This degree is eating me alive. I have not one, not two, but three exams next week!” you exclaimed, holding up three fingers for emphasis.
“You’ll be fine. You did well on your last exams and you’ll do well on these too. So like I was saying, I wanted to know if you had a particular movie in mind.”
You thought about it for a moment. “No, not really. How about we let Choso pick since it’s his first time watching with us?”
Both you and Yuji looked over at Choso, whose eyes widened at finding himself the center of attention. He hummed, trying to think if there was anything that piqued his interest before settling on a movie he’d been meaning to watch but never got around to.
“Perfect! Hey, Yn, can you pop some popcorn while I set it up?” asked Yuji.
You hummed your agreement and stood from your place on the couch, padding your way over to the kitchen. You dug in the pantry for the popcorn, finally finding the box shoved way in the back. You grabbed two of the pouches and placed one in the microwave. While that was popping, you decided to go ahead and get a large bowl for the snack.
Naturally, it was on the top shelf, which left you on your tiptoes and stretching your arm as high as you could all in vain. As if summoned by your plight, Choso walked into the kitchen to see your struggle.
“Hey, Choso, could you-”
Before you could even finish asking, he placed himself right behind you, his body flush to yours as he placed a hand on your hip for stability and reached up with the other arm to grab the bowl. He handed it to you with a simple “here” before walking back into the living room.
You couldn't believe that just happened. Your heart was going a mile a minute and you briefly considered splashing cold water on your face to cool it down. Luckily for you, Choso remained in the living room with Yuji, allowing you to have a small meltdown in peace. 
When you returned to the living room with popcorn in hand, you found that Yuji had made himself comfortable in the recliner, which left you with no choice but to share the couch with Choso. There was ample room on the couch for the two of you, but just being in the same room after his stunt in the kitchen felt too close, much less on the same couch.
You did your best to avoid looking at Choso, knowing your face would erupt with heat the moment you made eye contact. You placed the popcorn on the coffee table and took your seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Choso.
“Everybody ready?” asked Yuji excitedly, eager to watch a movie with two of his favorite people. When both you and his brother gave the affirmative, he started the movie. But for all of his excitement to watch it, you guess the exhaustion that comes with the end of a school week caught up to him, and he was asleep before he even made it halfway into the movie.
This left you to watch the rest of the movie alone with his brother, the man who had flustered you so terribly a mere hour ago and the one you thought about late at night. You silently cursed Yuji’s name for leaving you in this situation, even more so when the characters on screen ended up in a bedroom. You could feel Choso’s gaze on you, and when you glanced over at him, you were right, he was looking right at you.
You furrowed your brows into a questioning gaze, silently asking him what. He shook his head and returned his attention to the screen. You followed suit, but the graphic imagery was getting to you. You shifted in your seat, feeling the stirrings of arousal that first began with Choso pressing himself against your backside. You couldn't but imagine that the couple on screen was you and Choso: how it would feel to kiss him, be held by him, be fucked by him.
Why is this scene so long? You thought to yourself, rubbing your thighs together as discreetly as you could. But not as discreetly as you should have, apparently.
“Are you cold?” asked Choso. Now, Choso knew damn well you weren’t cold, but he wanted to see how far he could push you, how desperate he could make you. 
“No, no, I’m fine,” you insisted.
He frowned at your response and scooted over next to you anyway, extending his blanket to cover you. You weren't so naive to think that this is a normal and friendly interaction. Especially not when Choso’s large hand slid over your thigh and rested just below the hem of your shorts. You stiffened in your seat, and a warmth began to spread through your lower belly. “Choso,” you started, but the words caught in your throat as soon as he glanced down at you.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His hand continued from behind your ear and migrated to cup your face, pulling you closer to him. You glanced at his lips, heart practically pounding out of your chest. Before your lips could connect, he paused. “Is this okay with you?” he whispered breathily. He’d never forgive himself if he was making you uncomfortable with his advances.
Rather than answer, you mirrored his actions, cupping his face and pulling him closer, finally pressing your lips against his soft ones. He inhaled roughly, but melted against you as he returned the kiss. He licked the seam of your lips, urging you to let him in. 
But it wasn’t enough. Not for Choso. His hands moved to grip your hips and pull you into his lap. Now straddling him, you could feel how hard he was beneath you. You gasped into his mouth, and as soon as you did you regretted it. Choso pulled away from you, his dark eyes boring into yours. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. You wouldn't want Yuji to wake up and see us, would you?”
You shook your head, eyes wide and pleading for him to keep going. He mockingly pouted at you, but it morphed into a patronizing grin, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He leaned in and licked a stripe from the base of your neck all the way to just below your ear. You shivered in his grasp, and he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating through his chest. He blew on the wet stripe, pleased at the way your body reacted so deliciously to the stimulation, your hands balling the fabric of his shirt into fists. But you stayed quiet. He hummed. “Good girl. Let’s go somewhere you can be a little louder. What d’ya say? I want to hear all those pretty sounds.”
You nodded fervently, not trusting your voice at the moment for fear that you’d disturb Yuji. Choso tutted at you, and nipped at your earlobe. The sudden sharp pain caused you to wince, but it was quickly forgotten as Choso placed feather-light kisses along your jawline before returning where he started, his soft voice tickling the shell of your ear. “Come on, baby, use your words. I need to hear you say it. Need to hear you say you want me to fuck you.”
You were about to assert that yes, you wanted this, wanted him, but you hesitated, wondering what Yuji would think if he ever found out.
He could see the indecision in your eyes, that you were unsure if you truly wanted to continue this or not. He pulled away from you, terrified that he had overstepped and you were just too scared to stop him. “If you don’t want this-”
“No!” you cut him off. “I do. I really want this. I’m just worried about what Yuji will think when or if he finds out and mmH-” Choso smashed his lips against yours, effectively silencing every racing thought as all you could focus on was the way his tongue intertwined with yours and how good his hands felt as they smoothed up and down your waist.
He reluctantly pulled away before he completely lost himself to bliss. “God, you're just too perfect.” His eyes scanned up and down your heaving body, which was tense with anticipation. All it took was the soft “please” falling from your kiss-swollen lips to have Choso groaning, all of his restraint crumbling within him. Your hips gyrating over his was just the nail in his coffin. He slid his hands from where they rested on your hips down your thighs, smoothly lifting you up with him as he stood from the couch. From over his shoulder you could see your best friend still sleeping peacefully in the recliner, none the wiser that the relationship between his best friend and older brother was about to be forever changed.
A pang of guilt went through you, but was smothered by the overwhelming lust and attraction you had been harboring for Choso since the first moment you saw him. What Yuji didn’t know wouldn't kill him, right?
You lost sight of Yuji as Choso entered his room, using his foot to softly close the door behind him. He approached the bed and placed you atop it gently, reverently even. Seeing his face hovering above yours, having him between your legs, it felt unreal. You never even entertained the thought that your fantasies would become a reality, but now they were and it was so much better than you could have ever dreamed.
In the privacy of his room and without worrying that his brother would wake any second, Choso became bolder. He was seemingly unable to decide where to place his hands now that he finally had you under him. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and guided his hands to your chest, prompting him to cup your breasts. He got the message loud and clear, giving them each a soft squeeze. He trailed his hands down to the hem of your shirt and slid his hands under the material, pulling it above your head and tossing it to the floor of his bedroom. He returned his hands to your covered breasts, kneading them through your bra before he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down.
He let out a shaky breath, entranced by the vision you made beneath him, the very picture of beauty and femininity. You watched him as he drank in the sight, resisting the urge to pull him where you wanted him. Unable to resist any longer himself, Choso lowered his face to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other between two fingers. You gasped as he suckled at the tender flesh, and your hand flew to the back of head, winding your fingers in his dark hair. He released your nipple with a pop, and tilted his head up to see you already looking at him. “Don’t stop,” you whined, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your body.
“Don’t worry, I'm not stopping til we both feel good.” As he said that, he switched sides and continued his ministrations, dragging his free hand down to the hem of your shorts. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You lifted your hips to aid in his efforts, and they soon joined your shirt on the floor.
Choso placed his hands on the outside of your thighs, using the thumb of one hand to toy with your clit through your panties. You moaned at his touch, his name slipping from your lips. The sweet sound of your voice was music to Choso’s ears, and he was determined to hear as much of it as possible. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing every gasp and moan, his lithe fingers bringing you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible. All too soon, he removed his hand, but you quickly realized he was true to his word and far from done as he slid his hand beneath your panties.
He chuckled against your lips, “You're so wet and I've barely done anything.”
You turned your face to the side, using one hand to cover the blush spreading across your features. As endearing as your bashfulness was, Choso wanted you to be as comfortable with him as possible. He took your wrist in his hand and pulled it from your face, instead placing it atop the painfully throbbing bulge in his pants. “You don’t need to be shy with me. I want you just as bad, if not more. Wanted you since the moment Yuji first brought you home.”
“Really?” you asked, wondering if both of you had been ignoring your feelings for each other all this time.
He nodded. “Really. Still remember the first time I saw you. You were wearing that cute little skirt with the laces in the back, and all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck you in it. You’ll have to wear it for me next time, hm?”
Next time.
“Only if you put in your piercings.”
He laughed at that. “Whatever you want, princess.”
You were both there gazing at each other like fools, the distance slowly but surely closing between you. The kiss was searing, and you were abruptly reminded of the need you felt as Choso made quick work of your bra and panties, leaving you bare beneath him, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks that Yuji would surely see tomorrow morning, and dragged two of his fingers through your folds, gathering slick with his fingers before pushing in. You moaned at the intrusion, your walls clamping down tightly on his fingers. You could feel Choso grin against your throat as he curled his fingers into you, pulling them in and out slowly. Your gasps and moans increased in both tempo and volume until he removed his fingers altogether.
Your protests died in your throat as you saw Choso prop himself on his knees as he removed his shirt, revealing the toned body you had no idea he was hiding beneath his usually baggy tees. He removed his sweats and boxers next, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach. He resumed his position between your legs and stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.
He pushed in slowly and you would have screamed from the pleasure of him stretching you out if it wasn't for the hand that swiftly covered your mouth. “I know, baby, I know, but you can’t be too loud.”
He continued to push into you, and every time you thought you had taken all of him there was more. Just when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more, you felt his balls press firmly against your ass. You were so full, more than you ever had been in your life.
Choso sighed as he filled you completely, the velvety softness of your walls sucking him in greedily. “Oh God you feel too good,” he whispered, the words strangled as he struggled to keep himself still, giving you time to adjust to his size. He watched the way your chest heaved up and down with every labored breath, the way your eyes were glazing over in ecstasy, and the way your sweet cunt fluttered around his cock.
He couldn't take it anymore when you thrust your own hips upwards, the involuntary movement all it took to snap Choso’s composure. He pulled out almost completely, before sinking back in a single thrust. The way your cunt swallowed him so eagerly had him on cloud nine. How had he gone for so long without knowing the bliss that was being inside you.
His cock continued to drill in and out of you, his grunts of pleasure mixing with your moans. The delicious sounds you made spurred him on, and he quickened his movements. He no longer cared if Yuji heard. Let him. Let him know how good Choso made you feel. You were his best friend, but as of now you were also Choso’s girl.
You felt yourself going stupid with the pleasure of having him inside you, his name the only word you were capable of saying. He knew you were close, and he wanted more than anything to feel you clench around him as he brought you to the height of pleasure. He brought his hand down to rub circles against your clit, doing his damndest to make this the best you’ve ever had. “C’mon, baby, cum for me. You can do it. Cum around my cock, show me how good I make you feel.”
Those words were all it took to have you falling over the edge, pussy clenching tightly around Choso, whose own orgasm was triggered by yours. He moaned loudly, feeling too good to worry about volume. He continued to thrust into you as you each rode out your highs, his cum leaking out around him with every push into your used hole.
As soon as the waves of pleasure died out, pulled out and collapsed on top of you. Your pants mixed together as he lay with his head on your chest. You brought your hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he hummed at your soft touch.
You continued to do so until he propped himself up on his elbows, his face mere inches from yours. “Would you go on a date with me?” he asked nervously.
A broad smile spread across your face, ecstatic that he wanted more from you than just sex. “I’d love to.”
A smile of his own mirrored yours as he surged forward to capture your lips with his own, the happiness exuding from him almost palpable. When he broke the kiss, he rolled off of you and onto his side, pulling you into his chest as he did so. With Choso’s arms wrapped securely around you, you both drifted off in the comfort of each other’s presence, unaware that it was the exact position a younger brother incapable of knocking would find you in in the morning.
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What Goes Around, Comes Around
prompt: ( requested ) Billy's known for his temper and being obsessed with his pretty little girlfriend - which gets her severely injured by his past transgressions.
pairing: Billy Hargrove x female!cheerleader!reader reader and Billy are both 18+, seniors in high school
word count: 6.7k+
fandom masterlist: Stranger Things
note: you're a liar if you didn't immediately start singing Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around... Comes Around".
warnings: remember there are different responses to trauma! some people shut down, stop talking; others jabber and chatter nervously. reader is the latter. we got angst, we got literal hurt and comfort, established relationship. term "going postal" is used, cursing, technically underage drinking, not edited, author mildly gave up at the end. triggering content: depictions of physical violence, depictions of injury and blood, depiction of abuse, violent plots, Billy's girl gets physically assaulted (but it's minimally detailed).
DO NOT read if this content can potentially trigger you. you are NOT missing anything, you will miss NOTHING by skipping this, but i do try to keep the details as neutral as possible. again, prioritize yourself, mental health, and emotional state - this ain't worth the read if it's gonna upset you, i promise. author loves you all
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"That's fucking her, I swear to God."
"You sure?"
"100%. That's Billy's little bitch he's obsessed with."
The three guys smirked at one another, eyeing you across the living room as you giggled and drank with a few friends in adorable, fashion forward outfits. Someone started a game of beer pong, you on the sidelines to cheer, giving them a full-show of your form.
"She's hot," Jake mused. "I can see why he keeps her so close."
"Nah, not tonight," Lawrence frowned, "heard they got in some huge fight at school. Like, she walked home and he sped off in his car."
"Hm, heard he's ridiculously protective of her... She must've really pissed him off," the third boy, Steven, nodded. "So, he's not here tonight?"
"Doubt it," Jake nodded.
"Go find out," Steven advised. "There, the basketball bros - one of them would know. Or a cheerleader," he eyed the crowd. "Chrissy's over there, Brittany's beside her - they'd be the best bet in my mind."
"We seriously considering this?" Lawrence asked with a small, nervous chuckle. "I mean, it's kinda crazy, isn't it? We're gonna send Billy Hargrove a message by roughing up his girl? There's not some better way?"
"I'd love to hear it," Steven scoffed. "Billy's too comfortable at the top of the school, broke my fucking nose and deviated Jake's septum. Didn't he fuck your sister the first week he was here, Lawrence?"
"I mean - "
"Broke her fucking heart, didn't he?" Jake tacked on.
"Well, yeah," Lawrence sighed, shrugging.
"You tell me, dude, was that shit fair?"
"No," Lawrence looked down.
"So, yeah, I know, it's bad to hit a lady - but what about my boot? Huh?" Steven smirked, nodding. "Go find out what you can. Last thing we need is Billy walkin' in the party, right?"
Jake nodded with enthusiasm, leaving Lawrence behind. He hesistated but then did as Steven asked; asking the present basketball team members if Billy gave indication he was coming. The cheerleaders assured he wouldn't dare show up when you were there after a very public fight, and if he did, it would be to cause another scene.
So, after reporting back to Steven, a plan was formed. Lawrence didn't seem fully on board, but in an effort to save his own skin, he went along with what Jake and Steven were plotting - even if that meant roughing up a woman. Something his mama and grandmama vehemently taught him not to do...
Something churned in his stomach when he heard how the two lads were nearly foaming at the mouth to get their revenge. So, he casually went to grab another drink - pausing where a few of your friends were. "Oi," he whispered, earning their attention.
"Hey, Law," Chrissy smiled.
"Hey, Chris," he sniffled, glancing around. "Listen, uh, you seen Billy 'round?"
"No? Why?"
"Hmm, just, uh... Heard his girl was all upset, thought maybe her drinking all that much was a bad idea without him around."
"Oh," Chrissy blinked, looking up at her boyfriend, Jason, as he approached the group with two drinks in hand. "I didn't think about it like that, Law."
"What's wrong?" Jason asked.
"No, nothing, Lawrence just pointed out how shitty it is to drink without someone watching your back," she pouted.
He nodded, "You lose your friends, man?"
"No, just tryna look out," Lawrence shrugged. "Few girls here drinking a lot, not a lot of defenses 'round them."
Jason frowned, "That's kinda their man's job, isn't it?"
"What if their man isn't here?"
"I'm gonna be right back," Chrissy smiled, parting ways with her girlfriend in tow - and when Law looked, they were using the kitchen telephone. He prayed they were phoning the Hargrove residence.
Lawrence sighed in slight relief and nodded to Jason; the white boy just nodding back silently and letting the other athlete pass him by to head back for Jake and Steven. He grabbed an unopened beer on his way to maintain appearances.
"Hey, we got it," Jake smirked at the third boy, "she just went outside, we should move now."
"Huh?" Law mumbled.
"C'mon," Steven growled, pushing off the mantle and stalking for the backdoors to follow your retreating form.
"Wait, what're we doing?" Law asked, trying to keep up with the drunken, elongated strides of the two dickheads he called 'friends'. "Hey! Guys, c'mon - what's going on?"
"Just - shut up, pussy boy, let's go, fuckin' keep up," Steven sneered, shoving the glass door out of his way and nearly cracking it.
Outside, the in-ground pool was alight with multicolored lights. There were teenagers littered all around the pool deck; some lounging and some standing, all drinking. There was a kegstand in play, ping pong table hosting another game of Beer Pong, and the thick stench of cigarette smoke in the air.
"She's over there," Jake pointed, their sights turning to see you leaning over to huff on your cigarette while Tammy May Flipsen lit the end of it. Your smile was genuine as you thanked her, just stepping two feet away to gaze up at the stars - a perfect time to strike.
The alcohol in everyone's system made them slow, vulnerable, and downright stupid; leaving Steven and Jake the opportunity to seize either of your arms and literally rush you around the corner of the house without anyone intervening.
Once in the remote side yard, the sickening plan commenced.
Lawrence could barely approach, managing to watch with tears in his eyes as the noises of the party masked the noises of pain you emitted; two nearly full-grown men took out their anger towards your boyfriend on you. You cried, begged for reprieve, sounded so confused and broken that it shattered Lawrence's heart - briefly thinking what if someone did this to his sister...
That made him spring into action. "Hey! No! No, this ain't right! Get off her!" Lawrence barked, shoving the two away from your body on the ground. "That's enough - back off - fuck is wrong with you!?"
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" Steven demanded.
"Bitch has it coming!"
"What? You fuckin' her, too? Got you pussy whipped like Billy Boy?"
"Just fuck off, beating on a girl!" Lawrence snapped, but it was a huge mistake. Jake and Steven shared a single look before launching at the third boy, beating him as they had you - but much harder. He swore he earned a concussion, their heels stomping his neck, collarbones, wrists, ribs, ankles; exactly the same as they did to you.
"Tryna defend her now!?" Jake heaved, giving a swift kick to Lawrence's kidney. "Huh? You're so scared of Billy but you're gonna mess with his girl?" He laughed. "She must have a magic cunt or something!"
"You're so fucking pathetic, you have to beat up a girl!?" Law shot right back, earning a swift kick to the jaw from the lad that used to play soccer (or American fútbol). "Huh? Two on one? Such big men, aren't yah?" He sneered again, spitting blood to the side.
"Leave it," Steven halted Jake when he charged again, "they're both pretty fucked."
"Well, that dumbass should learn a lesson 'bout interfering!"
"Law's learned - he has, bro, and if he wants, he can learn again," Steven spat on Lawrence's form, Jake doing the same to you - both eventually stalking away like bored toddlers walking away from broken toys.
Slowly, Lawrence grunted as he pulled himself up to sit against the side of the house. "Fuck's sake," he whispered, wiping his eyes and wincing when he felt the sore skin - trailing a finger up, wincing again when he discovered split skin above his eyebrow. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck," Law drawled when you slowly peaked up from your fetal position on the ground. "Hey, hey, you all right? Stupid question," he hissed in pain when he moved to try and assist you.
You cried out when his grip laid on you, but powered through to let him help you sit against the house, too. "Holy shit," you whispered, blood dribbling from your mouth; teeth feeling loose, a headache already assaulting you, and cuts stinging in the bitter night.
"I'm so sorry."
"N-No, you - it would've been so much worse if you hadn't..." You trailed off, sniffling, "You didn't have t'jump in, you got hurt 'cause of me."
"You got hurt 'cause of Billy," Lawrence frowned.
"Huh?"
"That's why they're so pissed off," Lawrence explained, spitting more blood to the side; his jeans stained with mud, blood, and grass. "Billy got their asses few weeks ago, they're still pissed... I heard them," he deflected smoothly, "talkin' about teaching Billy a lesson through you. Didn't feel right, but I should've stopped them so much sooner. I-I'm sorry I didn't do more, Y/N."
"You did more than anyone else," you whimpered, drawing your knees into your chest to lock your arms around them. "I don't even know them, they go to our school?"
"We're all in AP History with Snyder."
You paused to nod absently, not even bothering to try and recall any interactions you might've had with Steven and Jake. Instead, you eyed your savior, mumbling, "You're Lawrence, right?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Your sister's... Cara? Sarah? No, no," you paused to think, his frown deepening as you seemed so nice and authentic. "Your sister's name is Natalie, right?"
"Yeah," he half-smiled. "You know her?"
"She's a sweetheart, has those cute glasses? Yeah, I like her; she just joined cheer, right?"
"Yeah, that's her."
You eyed him for a moment, ignoring the blood dripping off you both from the beat down; then whispered with a sniffle, "Is that why you helped? 'Cause your sister's on the cheer squad, too?"
"No," he replied instantly, sounding quiet (like you), "I'd like to believe if I saw something I know is wrong... I'd be the type of person to step in, try to stop it."
"You did tonight."
"I should've done more a lot sooner."
"You could've been really hurt, Law."
"Like you?"
"I'm just - look, two guys? Beatin' on me? Yeah," you scoffed, wiping blood from your split lip, "like I ever stood a chance. But you didn't have t'do all that, they wanted Billy, found me instead. You could've walked away, but instead, you jumped in, and you could've been really hurt. That wouldn't help anyone."
"I'm still sorry..."
You sniffled, but before you could respond, you heard footsteps thundering over the lawn; a voice shouting your name in frantic, panicked little outbursts. Looking up, you caught sight of a black leather jacket and unruly blonde curls, frowning deeper. "Oh, fuck," you whispered, withdrawing into yourself, "oh, no, no, not now. Not now, Goddamnit. Think I can make a run for it to the street before he sees me?" You asked Law quietly, nearly hissing your whisper.
"Ain't that Billy?" Law asked, finger pointed.
"He can't see me," you rushed in a panic, eyes wide and tears welling. "Lawrence, he can't!"
"Why?"
"He'll go on a fucking rampage, Lawrence! Ever heard going postal? Yeah, Bee gives that shit new meaning."
"They'd deserve whatever Billy wants t'do," Law frowned, tensing up when Billy had turned, caught sight of you two, and made an angry beeline for you in the grass. "U-Uh, Billy's approaching," he warned you as your boyfriend arrived, trying to pull back to give privacy, but wincing in pain that made him stop.
"The fuck is going - ? Oh, my fuckin' God," Billy trailed off, then whispered when he saw you huddled on the ground; your dress in tatters. Your head was bowed, knees drawn in, refusing to meet his eyes; making your leather-clad boyfriend lower himself to a knee. "Baby? Hey, look at me, sweet girl, lemme see... C'mon, baby, please, look at me."
You only sniffled.
"It was Jake and Steven," Lawrence told Billy, trying to find his feet; falling over and just giving up.
"Hell happened to you, man?"
Lawrence frowned, looking nervous, but your voice answered, "He saved me, Bee. Jumped in, took some of the beating."
Billy looked between you and Lawrence, but focused on you - seeing the injuries to your face and chest in full light. "Oh, my God," he breathed, looking you over in shock. Those pink, pillowy lips you adored licking and sucking on were parted in shock.
You half-smiled, "Think you pissed a few of the wrong guys off."
"Jesus Christ, sweet girl. What happened? Tell me, please, before I start making assumptions," he demanded, reaching for your cheek - making you recoil hard enough that your head banged on the house supporting your exhausted body. "Hey, hey," he whispered, looking physically wounded by your action, "'s just me, baby, it's just me, it's Bee, I'm not gonna hurt you. C'mon, sweetheart, lemme help you."
You sniffled, letting him reach for you again and caress your cheek so he could direct your head left and right; giving him a full view of your injuries that continued to weep. He stiffened as he took note of a new cut or bruise upon every new sweep of his eyes, his anger skyrocketing with every passing moment.
"It hurts," you whimpered. "Apparently, you beat the shit outta those guys weeks ago - guess they were waiting for an opening to strike back."
"You don't deserve this," he growled angrily. "Fuck - look at you! Goddamnit, I'm so sorry, princess, this is my fault. All my fucking fault, shit," he hissed, looking close to tears, "I put you here, I'm so sorry, baby."
"Got Lawrence his ass beat, too," you pouted.
"Sorry about this, man," Billy instantly offered the other boy, who was practically slumped over in the grass. He still managed to give a thumbs up. "But, uh, thank you for stepping in. You know, not a whole lotta people would."
"Nah, it was the right thing to do," Law frowned, waving him off.
"You said Jake and Steven did this?"
"Mhm," Law nodded. "Jake Chastain and Steven Barton."
"Yeah, I know 'em," Billy shook his head, "and I'll fuckin' kill 'em - "
"Can we get cleaned up first? Before we go murdering high school jocks?" You pouted in pain.
"Hey, man. You got a friend here or something? Someone to help us?" Billy asked Lawrence, still caressing your face with his thumb sweeping the apple of your cheek.
"My sister's 'round, yeah..."
"Want me to grab her?" Billy offered awkwardly.
"I'd actually appreciate it," Law whispered. "Gotta get home, yeah?"
"Yeah, man. Stay here, I'll grab her," Billy agreed. "What's her name?"
"Natalie, she's a cheerleader. Um... Y-You dated her beginning of the year?"
"I remember," he sighed, standing to his feet. He told you earnestly, almost sweetly, "I'll be fast."
But the thing is, you knew Billy all too well by now. "Wait, no," you gasped, trying to stand, "Bee, don't!" It was too late, he was already gone by the time you and Lawrence stumbled out from hiding; just in time to watch Billy point Natalie towards where you and her brother were. Then, he turned and surged up to an unsuspecting Jake and Steven; launching an all-out brawl against the two.
Neither of them stood a chance when Billy was THIS angry. Nobody did. In fact, if Jason, Tommy H., and two other guys hadn't pulled him back, surely, there'd be a lot more than a couple of broken bones. However, when Billy told the other basketball players in a spit-flying rage that these two cowards had attacked his girlfriend (a few turning back to get a look at you), it launched a new, mutual anger. Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders wanted to step in when the "fight" (more like attack) started again, but when they saw you, Lawrence, and Natalie, nobody said a single word. Nobody interfered. Nobody interrupted, and luckily, nobody else joined in...
Before Jake and Steven could lose their lives or sustain serious injury that would result in any arrests, Billy was pulled back by Lawrence - of all people. "Hey, hey," the beaten boy barked, "hey, man, chill - chill! These guys deserve it, yeah, I fucking know, but look, hey!" He grabbed Billy's shoulders to prevent him from turning back for the fray. "Hey! Your girl needs you, man. She needs you more than these bozos. C'mon, you can't go to jail over this shit, right? Right? How mad you gonna be if you get bagged 'cause of these jackasses?"
This seemed to force Billy back to reality and out of his homicidal rage. A few dudes who played football stepped in to hoist the unconscious jocks over their shoulders just to leave them on the curb a couple houses down the street.
Billy raced back to you.
Chrissy and Natalie were helping wipe blood from your skin and hair; clothes damaged, ripped, stained, beyond repair, and another cheerleader was holding a bag of frozen peas to your head as you leaned on her stomach. He slid his jacket from his shoulders, easing you off the girl's belly to leave it around your trembling form and then taking the girl's spot, supporting your body as you were tended to.
Eventually, Chrissy sighed, "I think that's the best we're gonna get you, honey. You want us to come over in the mornings? Help you get dressed and do your make-up?"
"No offense, but I don't think that's necessary... It's not like what happened is a secret," Natalie whispered, looking you over.
"Make-up might irritate the injuries," the other girl offered softly. "But it might cover some of those bruises, I just would avoid the cuts."
"I'm okay, girls, but thank you," you assured softly. "Bee's here t'help."
"Yeah, taking you straight to the hospital," he decided stiffly from behind you.
"What?"
"Think I'm not gonna get you checked out after this? Two men attacked you, I gotta make sure ain't shit's seriously wrong, baby. Don't fight me on this, please."
Billy's mind was warped with memories of sitting in ER's and other clinics with his mother nursing a broken wrist or damaged eye socket. His father's anger had always been a temperamental switch, something Billy felt he always had to outdo. Being in the hospital with you felt too similar, another bolt of rage zinging through his blood; hating the idea that you were the victim, and like his mother, he wasn't able to protect you.
Unlike his mother, this situation was directly his fault. He didn't even remember why he beat the shit outta Steven and Jake all those weeks ago, but whatever the reason, it cost him now. Cost you both.
The party continued inside the house, but Billy walked around the side yard, down to the front, then towards the street full of parked cars with you secure in his arms. After getting you settled safely in the passenger seat of his Camaro, Billy rightened and shut the door; seeing Lawrence and Natalie approaching their own car, the bag of peas now held to his jaw and cheek.
His sister was under his arm, helping him hobble. Billy gulped, realizing Lawrence was beat to hell, too, and if he hadn't jumped in, Lord only knew what state you'd be in now. When the two men caught one another's eye, Billy offered a nod of respect and thanks; the other lad returning it as if to say he was welcome. Billy raced for the driver's door, sliding in, and without turning any music on, drove off towards the hospital.
You were grumpy to be there, but one look at you had the medical staff moving at a quickened pace to help you; offering speedy aid. You were cleaned and cared for; questions regarding the level of assault making you nervous, but you answered honestly that two classmates had jumped you at a party. This meant the police were called; tears in your eyes and down your cheeks when you had to tell Chief Hopper (a close family friend) exactly what happened.
Billy provided their assailant’s full names and promised they wouldn't be in the best shape when (slash if) the two were found.
After hearing your story and writing the names down from Billy, Hopper sighed in empathy, "Kid... Don't admit t'anything."
"I'm not, I'm just making a casual note," Billy countered. "You know, people don't take too kindly to people hittin' a woman. Less so when she's drunk, alone, and they fuckin' stomp on her - "
"All right," Hopper tried to halt his built up anger. "Let's just take a breath here - "
"Uh, Chief?" His deputy interrupted. "Them boys? Uh, a... Jake Chastain and Steven Barton? They were just wheeled in from an ambulance."
"Interesting," Hopper noted, sparing Billy a small look. "From where?"
"A neighbor called them in, said there's a party few houses from her on Hawthorne."
Jim Hopper sighed and turned to you and Billy with his hands on his hips. His face was passively angry. "Sound familiar?" He asked, tongue sweeping over his teeth.
"Yes," you answered for you both, "that's where it happened, Chief."
His eyes softened when he looked back at you. "All right," he nodded, looking to his partner. "Go stand by their room, keep an eye - I'll be there in a second, but the victims made a positive ID. Doc's will treat 'em and we'll book 'em." When left alone, Hopper took a suspicious look around the hospital floor before sliding the curtains shut around your bed; moving to your other side, removing his hat, and kneeling. "Listen, kid," he whispered, taking your hand softly, "I got a daughter at home, too, and if anyone - and I mean, anyone - laid a hand on her the way you were tonight, I'd burn this town to the fucking ground."
Billy snorted in amusement, "Know the feeling."
Hopper nodded, "So believe me when I say, I need to know, off the record, what really happened tonight. Your father will need to know that I am doing everything to help - but I need to know the truth."
"I don't know what to tell you, Hopper," you frowned, matching his quiet tone, "I've told you what I know. I was a few drinks in, stepped outside t'smoke, and that's when they grabbed me, took me t'the side yard, and started wailing on me. I dropped, they kept goin', that's when this other boy stepped in. He got beat up pretty good, too, but he helped get them away. Billy showed up, we came here - "
"I hit them," Billy interrupted, making you squeak lightly. Hopper just laid his other hand over yours so he cocooned it; glancing around the under skirts of the curtains to make sure you remained alone.
Then he asked, "When?"
"After I made sure Y/N was okay," Billy explained, petting a hand over the back of your head; never looking away from Hopper. "I found her friend's sister, made sure someone knew where they were, and then I hit them... And I didn't stop hitting them."
"Kid - "
"Some teammates pulled me off, don't worry - it could've been so much worse. But when the others found out what they did to my girl?" He hissed quietly, "They took matters into their own hands by themselves, sir. My girl was attacked, I couldn't let that just slide, Chief, I hope you understand."
Hopper sighed, "Well, I can't condone the violence, but since it was a group effort, be a helluva lot more paperwork bringing you in versus those two who started it."
Billy nodded absently, your free hand laying over Hopper's to stack. "Did you call my dad?" You asked nervously.
"Not yet," he frowned. "I gotta check on the suspects, but I can after."
"Could you not? For me, please?" You sniffled. "He'll just worry and would get all pissy 'cause his trip has to be cut - "
"He's not home?" Hopper asked in earnest confusion with knitted brows.
Your head shook, "Chicago for the week."
"He left eight days ago," Billy snipped.
"Bee," you reprimanded sharply.
"Hey," Hopper squeezed your hand, "it's okay, you're over 18, I don't have to call him. But El and I are gonna drop by later with dinners and to check on you, her little friend, too, probably. You know, the, uh... The little red head?"
"Max?" You asked.
"Yeah, her. Nice girl."
"She's Billy's step-sister," you snickered, wincing when your broken ribs protested.
"You should rest," Hopper bid, "and thank you for being honest," he stood to his feet while nodding at Billy. "Tell you what, I won't report you starting the fight - technically... It'll be reported as a randomized group effort after they were caught assaulting Y/N."
Billy nodded, too shocked for words as Hopper patted your hand, placed his hat on, and exited the little curtained room. "Wow," your boyfriend breathed. "Since when are you friends with the Chief of Police?"
"He and my dad go way back," you eased.
"All cops like him?"
"Fuck no, you know that." After a beat, you reached for his hand to lace your fingers with him, "Hey," you bid, "I-I'm really sorry."
"Baby, just - don't even start - "
"No, for earlier, for our fight," you interrupted, "and for feeling petty enough to go to the party alone when I know you don't like that... For drinking, not being more aware like you taught me. I didn't use the buddy-system when I went t'smoke, it was a major fuck-up, I know, but I'm just sorry. I feel like I've disappointed you or something - "
"No, hey, sweet girl," he rushed, sitting on the edge of the gurney to stare at you directly, "don't you ever feel that way - you didn't do nothing wrong. Hear me? You didn't put yourself in this position, you didn't deserve what happened, you didn't - no, just," he sighed deeply, "you didn't do any of this, sweetheart. Okay? If anything... If anything, this is my fucking fault and I'm the one who is so sorry."
Your head shook, but Billy continued,
"They did this to you because of me." Tears filled those sweet baby blues. "Because I don't have a hold of my temper - I fucked them up, so, they fucked you up. This is my fault, I'm so sorry. But look, hey, I'll fix this, okay? I swear to God - I'm gonna fix this."
"The cops got 'em, we don't have t'do anything else," you mumbled. "You don't have to do anything else, Billy."
"Maybe not, but I can't let this go - look at you," a single tear dripped. "Fucking look at you, my sweet girl. In the fucking hospital 'cause of me - I can't - this ain't right. I gotta make it right."
You couldn't answer because a technician was arriving to take you for a CT, MRI, and X-Ray - all of those scans that would tell them what was going on internally. Hopper was seen outside the two boy's rooms - Billy following your bed closely as you where wheeled away. Every scan or test he could remain close for, he was; stepping back when needed, but being sucked right back to your side when able.
By the end of the night, you were released into Billy's care because all patients with head injuries had to have some kind of chaperone, and a few floors up, Steven and Jake were being handcuffed to their hospital beds by Hopper.
"Real lucky I wasn't there when you hit her," Jim Hopper seethed quietly, tightening the cuff on Jake to an uncomfortable grip. "Your parents would need money for your funerals - not bail," he offered one single more glare before leaving the next shift of deputies on duty. He sped all the way home and held Eleven in a suffocating hug.
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Turns out, you sustained decent injuries from that night.
A (cleanly) broken ankle. Six different broken ribs. Split lip that required two stitches. Stitched earlobes from where piercings were ripped out. Severely bruised collarbones, bordering on broken. One blackened eye. Along with other generic bruises and cuts, more seemingly discovered as the days drug by slowly.
Billy was ready to mow down anyone in his way at any point, but his only ability to get through the school day was that he saw you everyday afterward. He dropped whatever sport and / or club that held his interest, collecting coursework you missed, then driving Max and "Jane" Hopper to your place. He would've lashed out if this was any other situation, but because you asked him to behave and bring you the materials you needed, he did. He played nice.
The two assailants, Steven and Jake, had been arrested by Jim Hopper. They apparently had a rough ride to the station, but that wasn't here or there. What they did to you was far worse that nobody batted a single lash when the two were brought in the station for booking, looking freshly beat up and bloodied. A judge also rejected their bail.
Billy brought you whatever work you missed during your recovery at home, most teachers shocked to see him so diligent in showing up and making the collections. He didn't understand whatever the teachers told him about the work, but you did - and it was fascinating to him, watching you work or study. He usually sat by your window to smoke, but on the occasion, you asked for a toke and wouldn't care about where the smoke blew. So, as weeks passed, he stopped specifically going over to your window; just leaving it open for ventilation so he could remain at your side.
Anything you needed, he got. He did. He gave you. Guilt was one helluva motivator and Billy was chalked-full; so, he did the only thing he knew he could, being acts of service.
You were laid up, it made sense. He could bring you into the shower, get naked himself and help you bathe. He could carry you downstairs, cook for you, help out around the house by keeping it clean because he knew it stressed you out. He would collect the mail, water plants, do dishes, just turned into a househusband that made your stomach and cheeks feel all warm and fuzzy. Never did you think Billy had the ability to be domestic, but here he was, in your great-grandmother's kitchen, wearing a stained apron while trying to bake cookies while you worked on a physics project.
"Hey, Bee?"
"What's wrong?" He asked instantly, setting the hot tray to the stove.
"No, hey, calm down," you smiled with a small laugh. "I was just wondering... You know, like... What's gotten into you?"
"Huh?"
"You know what I mean," you huffed, setting your pencil down. "You literally haven't let me out of your sight except when you're at school."
He shrugged, "You need help."
"You don't ask if I do."
"I don't need to ask when I can just see it."
"Billy."
He sighed and begrudgingly scraped cookies off the hot tray to rest on the cooling sheets. "Your dad asked me to stay close," he offered.
"Bullshit."
"No, really," Billy insisted. "He's in and out with work, so, he asked me to stick around, just in case."
"Okay, fine, but it's more than that. Billy, tell me the truth, baby, please. It's not a bad thing, I'm just curious what's really going on."
"I'm just... I'm just nervous, you know?"
Your head cocked, "Why's that?"
"Look what happened to you," he chuckled ruefully. "All fucked up, can't even go t'school until your ribs are healed - all 'cause of me. 'Cause I fucked up and went too far - "
"William," you snapped, making his wide, shocked eyes meet yours. "I'm not gonna listen to this anymore. Okay? I know you're sorry, you tell me everyday, andI know you're feeling guilty, but this isn't your fault, you're not the one who put hands on me - "
You flinched when he lobbed the cookie tray into the sink, causing a ruckus, his voice yelling over the noise, "FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
"William!"
"I'm trying to protect you!" He yelled, tears swelling when he whipped around to face you. "I-I don't know what else to do! Look, okay, say what you fucking want, but the truth is, those two assholes came at you 'cause of me. Okay? 'Cause I had to be myself and beat the shit outta them 3 months ago, they never forgave - they didn't forget. I put you in this situation, that now? Now, yeah!" He laughed without humor. "Yeah! I'm fucking nervous leaving you alone! Fuck knows what could happen to you, and who's to say there aren't more people out there just waiting for this kinda opportunity! Baby!" He rushed for you at the kitchen table, your mouth sewn shut in shock as he found his knees in front of you and took both your hands in his. "Baby, listen to me. You're the only thing - no, I'm serious!" He insisted when you looked ready to protest this sentiment you've heard before. "You're the only thing I fucking care about, that I want to protect, and they all know it - I don't exactly hide it. I love you so fucking much, they'd do this again - they'd fucking hurt you to get to me and that idea just..." He sighed, looking lost.
You pulled a hand free to instantly caress his cheek, turning his attention upward until his eyes met yours. "Billy," you whispered, "baby, nobody's after us. This was just a freak accident, this was a fluke, okay? You're worried anyone else is gonna come at me, at us, but I know nobody else is that fucking stupid. They wouldn't test you, and Jake and Steven took advantage of an already bad situation. Okay? We had a fight - which was pretty public. So, people knew we were at odds, and when I showed up at that party alone, started drinking, it was their perfect opportunity to strike."
"You can't say that, we don't know if anyone else is gonna test us," he sniffled. "I've made a lot of mistakes... Pissed a lot of people off. One of them might've grown a pair."
"Okay," you relented, "then I guess we're gonna have to stick together, you know... So you can keep me safe, right?"
He chuckled dryly, "I'm trying, princess."
"Well, we can work out a better way - one that doesn't run you into the fucking ground, Billy, Jesus," you searched his face. "Are you sleeping? At all?"
"'Course I am - "
"Don't lie to me."
He sighed, deflating a little, "I sleep... Only when I stay here."
"Billy, you stay only a couple nights a week when Daddy's home."
"I know."
"So, you basically only sleep when Daddy's out of town and you stay here?" You squeaked, watching him nod; pouting and feeling your own guilt brew. "Baby... Look, can we just agree that this isn't either of our faults? Right? Yeah? If I'm not allowed to think this was my fault, you aren't either."
"I was the one they wanted t'hurt," he shook his head. "They did this 'cause of me, sweetheart, how can you be so - so - fuck! So fucking understanding a-and forgiving?"
"Because I love you," you answered like it was common knowledge, even giving a small giggle.
"That doesn't... But that doesn't even - "
"What? Mean anything? Bee, it means everything," you smiled at him. "I love you, so, when you make mistakes, I forgive you - even though there's nothing you've done. I mean," you winced slightly, "sure, maybe we could reduce the kids you bully or beat up, you know, limit the enemies we might make. And this is something that can be redeemed, can't it?"
He stared at you from the floor, slowly deflating, "Can it? I've fucked up so much, doll, I don't think I deserve whatever forgiveness you wanna give me."
"You can't keep beating yourself up," you snipped. "Hey? Hear me? Look, it happened - it fucking sucked, but it happened and it's fucking over. We both need one another to help move on, okay? So, I need you back, Bee, I need my man back because we need to get through this together. You don't get to sulk in your guilt, I don't get to stew in my regret, we need to help each other out of this."
Billy sniffled, "How? How do we move on when you've still got stitches in your lip?"
"They'll dissolve in a few days," you shrugged meekly. "We move on together, okay? Maybe you pick up basketball again, try to distract yourself. Billy, we need some normalcy again, right? You know?"
"Doll, being away from you makes me feel like my lungs are gonna pop," he shook his head. "I'm afraid something might happen if I'm not there, it's fucking scary after finding you in your own blood."
"Then I'll be at every practice," you eased. "You can drive me to and from school, then you know where I am - you'll know I'm safe."
Billy stared at you a moment, fully dropping to the floor as his energy finally drained. He ran a hand through his hair, rustling the curls, admitting in a soft voice, "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to not feel so guilty, how to move forward."
"There's no playbook," you agreed. "Guess it means we gotta figure it out ourselves, but again, we do it together. C'mere," you sighed, lowering yourself to the floor with your booted ankle held out.
"No, don't - "
"Fuck off, I'm not totally unable to do shit," you grunted, adjusting yourself and reaching for him. "Come here, please, I wanna hold you! Been cuddling me this whole time, lemme be the big spoon, please."
"Just told me to fuck off, sweetheart, kinda sending some mixed signals, aren't'cha?" He chuckled, turning so his back was to your chest; leaning so you supported him in his slump. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he muttered, holding the arm around his collarbones. "I really - if I knew this was gonna happen, I'd never of fought them."
"I know, and I forgive you," you whispered in his ear. "But we can't keep doing this back and forth, okay? I forgive you, Billy, no more apologies."
He sighed, "Yeah... All right..."
"Steven and Jake are arrested, we won't have t'see them again. Hopper will make sure of that," you smirked against the shell of his ear. "And the doctors said I should be good to return to school next week, but I'm out of cheer and everything."
He groaned, "Just something else I've fucked up for you."
"Oh, please, I love the time off," you teased. "Gives me all the time I need to watch my man on the court, huh?" He half-chuckled at your words. "You know I'm ahead in all my classes now, too? Teaching myself at home is far superior than the teacher's bitching at us for eight hours."
"You're gonna love college, baby," he chuckled, the two of you lulling into a comfortable silence. You held him tightly, nuzzled into his neck; both sitting in your emotions, trying to navigate a way out.
"We good?" You whispered.
"We're good," Billy agreed, just as soft. "No more apologies... Try to have less guilt. But you're gonna let me stay close, right?"
"I want you clinging to me so hard, I can't fucking breathe," you smirked. "And if Daddy really asked you to stick around, then you're welcome to stay here longer, even if he's here... Where I can have you close to me," you whispered, licking the skin under his ear. He stiffened.
"No - you better not," he squirmed when you licked again, adding a little teeth in a scrape.
"Billy," you pouted. "It's been weeks!"
"You're still hurt," he argued, turning on the floor to look at you. "I'm not gonna be responsible for breaking another of your ribs 'cause we were horny."
"I'm doing so much better, though!"
"Tell you what," he smirked. "Next business trip of your dad's, I'll fuck you all weekend - wherever you want, however you want."
"He has one in two weeks."
"Mhm, and you have a check up before he leaves."
You eyed him for a moment, "When did you become responsible?"
"I've always been."
"No, this is new. You're remembering dates and my doctor appointments and my dad's work schedule."
"Maybe I just like taking care of you," he whispered against your lips with a growing smirk. After pecking you lips, he quipped, "So, shut up and let me."
"Yes, sir."
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tyunniez · 5 months
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lollipop... bttm male reader.
!!.. amab reader, reader has oral fixation, top is kinda mean, reader gives head, cockwarming at start...
his eyes lingered on your lips as he watched you lick your popsicle a little too.. good.
the way your tongue licked the popsicle skillfully, not a single drop dripping down your chin.
you however noticed the staring and quirked an eyebrow at your friend's weird look. " you sure are good at licking that popsicle "
you choked and pulled the frozen treat out of your mouth. you glared at him as your face heated up. " i'm going to shove this popsicle up your ass, pervert! "
he only smirked " don't threaten me with a good time.. " he lazily replied while continuing to eat his ice cream.
" weirdo... " you whispered under your breath.
after that little incident, you couldn't help but keep eating anything that required some form of licking or sucking around him. making it look more sexual every time as a way to say something.
a week had passed since that incident that caused you to drop more and more sexual hints towards him.
you sat down next to him as you adored a lollipop in your mouth. you started to suck that lollipop a little too enthusiastically which earned you a look from him.
" i hope your teeth fall off from all those sweets you've been eating. " he snarkily said to you before returning his attention to his phone.
you side-eyed him and rolled your eyes, obviously frustrated at him not getting a clue at all.
this fucking dumbass.. you got up with a grunt only to be pulled back on the couch by him.
" finish that lollipop and i'll give you something else to suck on. "
never in your life have you ever finished a lollipop in mere seconds.
a grunt left your lips as you looked up at him, your glossy doe eyes filled with nothing but lust.
" shit baby, if i knew this mouth was that good i would've let you suck me off a long time ago. " his voice's a few octaves lower than usual, making your dick tremble in your shorts.
your nipples are hard, the feeling of the cold wind making you shiver a bit.
he strokes your hair, his hand traveling from your soft locks to your cheeks, his finger wiping the tears from your eyes. " y'know, i always knew what you wanted all this time. seeing how desperate you were for me was just so cute.. "
you glare up at him, a bit pissed at how he's been toying with you all this time. " but seeing you so frustrated was just.. " he didn't finish his sentence as it was interrupted by his laugh.
you gag a bit as he forces himself deeper into you, a sick look of pleasure in his eyes as he watches you suffer. oh but he knows, he knows how much you are enjoying this by the tent in your shorts.
your shirt was discarded somewhere a long time ago, your body already filled with bite marks and hickeys from no other than him.
you whined at him, the vibration sending itself straight towards his cock. the stimulation only makes him near.
" alright, alright. since you're so desperate i'll give you what you want. "
he grabs a hold of your hair and began thrusting into you, his cock hitting the back of your throat. the feeling of your mouth being full and the taste of his salty pre cum just making you see stars.
you occasionally lick his bottom side and hollow your cheeks out, in an attempt to make him cum faster and oh, it was working.
" shit baby.. if you keep doing that i might just cum right now. "
and that's exactly what you want as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes as if asking for it.
he smirks and thrusts into you harder, his hips slowly stuttering, nearing his release. " f- fuck.. you better take what i'm giving you, slut. "
his semen shot itself into your throat, painting it white. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you swallow every drop. without even realizing it, your own release comes as you soil your pants.
" bet you fucking love swallowing your own best friend whole huh? " he laughs in your face.
he looks down at you, doting at the sight of you drinking down every drop of him, your own pants wet without him even needing to touch you.
" attaboy. "
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midniteluv · 3 months
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summary : your daughter speaks her first words, you and spencer couldn't be much happier or your daughter is a daddy's girl.
content tags : husband!spencer, wife!reader, dad!spence, a little mention of delivery complications, alot of fluff, a touch of angst.
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It's the middle of the night. Luke, JJ, Emily, and everybody else on the jet is sound asleep, except Matt, who, tucked in a corner seat, is clearly busy with Kristy on the phone. That just leaves Spencer all on his own.
Forlorn and yearning, Spencer looks outside the window, darkness all over the sky intensifying the feeling. He thinks about calling you, but it's too late for you to be awake. He's missing you and Rebecca so much that the journey back to D.C. feels like an impasse.
He just wants to be home and hold his precious girls in his arms. But since he can't, sinking further into the seat, he finds himself scrolling through the pictures you've sent him throughout the year.
He smiles looking at the photo of Beckie's tiny hand on yours, so small, so delicate, his heart does this weird fluttery thing despite having seen it so many times already. Then, the photo of her first birthday featuring Spencer's back turned to the camera while he's holding his princess, snoozing, with her head on his shoulder. He giggles to himself, remembering how you guys had to cut the cake yourself because she was sleepy.
A picture of you in that sundress he got you, your eyes squeezed shut, a big smile on your face while Rebecca's pout is smushed into your cheek. He can hear your laugh, loud and lovely. It makes him miss you both even more.
And like some telepathic connection, your display picture flashes on the phone screen. He's never picked a video call that fast ever before.
“Hey honey, gotta show you something.” you wave as you say, without giving him any chance to speak.
Good thing, because he didn't have anything to say anyway, he just wanted to see you or atleast listen to your voice. Lucky for him he got both. You're in your PJ's, smiling at him droopy eyed, and yet managing to look pretty as a picture. oh god, he wants to be home soon.
“So you're ready?” you say, smiling, your voice delirious with love as you switch to the back camera of your phone, your two year old sitting between the pile of her toys in the centre of the bed.
“baby, look,” you say, she looks at the camera and then you're showing her a photo, “who's this?”
She says nothing but squeals making grabby hands for the picture and Spencer laughs. He knows you're gonna be pouty about it. Beckie does that everytime you try to show him something new she did.
“Yeah, yeah, real funny, laugh at me.” you say, mocking affront. You lie next to Rebecca who gets busy with her Elephant stuffy (Penelope's gift for her first birthday.)
“She likes embarrassing me. Bet she'd have listened if it were you.” you mutter a ‘daddy's girl’ glaring at her.
“I'm not laughing at you.” Spencer says, “and it's not like that, she listens to you, sometimes.” he's only half patronising you, laughing still as you roll your eyes and that probably catches Beckie's attention.
“Dada” she mumbles, in her cute voice, her brown eyes twinkling as yet again she makes grabby hands, this time for the phone. He freezes. Did She just— she just called him dada!
Evidently you perk up too. “See!” you say, all lovelorn and excited. “That's what I was gonna show you.”
“Say it again, Becca” you say. And to his delight she listens.
“dada!” she says, smiling, perhaps realising that it made Spencer happy.
Maybe you're right, she really is a daddy's girl. It's awful how much he wants to pepper her chubby cheeks with kisses.
His nose stings, eyes warming with tears, and before he can stop himself, a tear trickles down his eye and then from the other.
“She just-she called me dada-” he sniffs, rubbing the tear off with the heel of his hand.Spencer doesn't think he needs anything in his life anymore. It's the fourth happiest moment of his life. [ The day you met him, the day you both got married and Beckie's birth, being the three prior happiest moments. ]
“I know,” you say, looking at him lovesick as ever, “I knew you're gonna tear up.”
“I wish I was there.” he says, wistfully. “I hate that I can't be there,”
a sigh escapes his lips. “it's-I'm missing out on everything.”
“baby.” you say softly. He knows there's nothing you can say or do in this, he's missing out because of himself. “Well, if it helps, I have the video of when she said it in the morning, I'll send it to you, so you can watch it as many times as you want.”
“You don't hate me for not being there, do you?” he asks, because he really does feel like it. He's never there on time when you both need him.
The days after your delivery, for instance, doctors had strictly advised him to take care of you, you were weak and you needed him the most and yet he was in Minnesota for the case. And the time Beckie fell ill, he wasn't there as well. It's fair if you've grown to hate him. It reminds him of Hotch and how torned he used to be between this job and family and later how it turned out be for him.
“Come on, Spence. Why'd I ever hate you?” you say, shifting on the bed, your attention elsewhere.
“hold on a sec, she's sleeping.” you tell him, placing the camera on the side table. He watches as you manoeuvre Rebecca up on the pillows and swaddle her with the blankets, when you're done you hold the phone in your hand, frame blurring for a while as you settle under the blankets next to Rebecca, sitting with your back against the headboard.
“It's not like you're out there running from your responsibilities. Now is it?” he purses his lips, heart swelling with love. It's lovely when you scold him. “You're doing your job and I understand that and I'm really proud of you,”
“and if Beckie understood anything, she'd be proud of you, too. okay?”
He nods, lips pulling to one side, not entirely sure if he deserves your forgiveness but considering, while also falling in love with you again for a millionth time.
“Thank you for always being so understanding.” he tells you. Words often dilute the intensity of one's feelings, yet he hopes you'll get how grateful he is. To have you, to love and be loved by you, to come home to you.
“Thank you for being a good human, and my best friend and world's best husband.” you say it so effortlessly, like you don't even have to think, mirth buoying in your eyes as you say, “Besides you're gonna make it up to us when you're back, isn't it?”
“Yeah exactly!” he cracks into a laugh despite the mood. He notices when you scrunch your eyes close, lips pressed together as you hide a yawn and it occurs to him that you're tired, exhausted even, and you definitely should sleep.
“You might wanna have some shut eye, before she wakes up again.” he says, he wants to talk some more but he's gonna let you rest.
“Oh no I'm good—” you try but he stops you.
“None of that angel, please.” He knows you like the back of his hand, you don't wanna hang up just yet and he wants that too but it's about your health and besides it's just a few more hours and he'll be there. He reasons to himself.
“okay,” you concede. “Good night, baby. I love you.”
“I love you, good night.” he tells you, before ending the call. Albeit, half heartedly.
Putting the phone inside the pocket of his suit jacket, he rests his head against the window, your words and Beckie's 'dada' ringing in his ears.
Spencer doesn't even realise he's smiling when sleep finds him, unaware of Matt capturing the moment just for keeps.
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