#at the risk of enjoying my music vibrating my bones
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Moon Helios
a/n if children fighting isn’t your jam READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. You get a sneak peak of Aleksander in this chapter. The font bellow is Shu Han. Enjoy.
ȶɦɨֆ ʄօռȶ ɨֆ ֆɦʊ ɦǟռ
Word Count: 2k plus
Series trigger warnings: Child abuse, anxiety, religious trauma, racism, manipulation, some division of canon, Alina hate?, trauma, ptsd, bullying, insomnia, self-neglect, mental health issues, guilt tripping, cult theme and all other shadow and bone stuff
Act l : Where’s my epic background music
Chapter Three
Y/n stood with her arms crossed and Isla leaning into her shoulder. Niko stood a bit away with some of his friends. Ever since the burning, Niko had left the pair alone for the most part. As Aratha, another Helios master began to instruct them but Y/n payed no mind.
There was a strange humming in her ears. A soft ringing. Y/n moved her head around hoping the sound would be pounder in another direction.
“Starkov, you’re up!” Aratha called. Y/n’s head shot up in confusion. Niko’s vibrations grew closer and Y/n grippedd into Isla.
“Go, I’ll watch her.” Niko mumbled while holding his arms for Isla. Y/n glares up at him for a moment then sighs. She undos there ribbon and gently guide Isla to Niko. Y/n reached up and grasped the collar of his shirt.
“Hurt her and I’ll break-“
“Break my jaw? We’ve done this dance before. Go.”
Y/n signed and squeezed Isla’s hand once more. Then she walked over to Aratha, her body felt strange. Like there was something prickling at the surface.
“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Her opponent, Hrvatin a friend of Niko’s nodded. Y/n nodded slowly still unsure of what was happening.
I really need to pay attention more.
“Fight!” Aratha’s voice echoed through the arena. Hrvatin charged at Y/n and she quickly ducked. Hrvatin threw punch after punch and Y/n would sway out of the way.
“What are we meant to be doing!” Y/n yelled as she tumbled away. The other trainees watched anf cheered them on. Hrvatin was being sloppy, his attacks weren’t defined or had any really action behind them.
Niko and Isla face palmed at her inability to pay attention. Isla would feel Y/n’s vibrations everywhere as she moved around.
“PUSH HIM OUT OF THE ARENA!” Niko managed to yell over the crowds. His friends froze when they realized that Niko had helped Y/n. They all shared a look and looked in Niko’s direction.
Other Helios masters began to watched from a balcony above. Egon watched with fondness in his eyes. While Hrvatin’s movements were messy, unfocused and slow Y/n remained opposite. Y/n was fluid and sensitive towards his vibrations.
Kanos glared down at Y/n as she continued. Y/n landed a hard blow on Hrvatin’s stomach. Hrvatin lurched backward and almost out of the arena. Kanos let out an annoyed groan and moved over to Egon.
“Fancy a wager Egon?” Kanos questioned and jabbed Egon’s side. Egon shot Kanos a glance and sighed.
“If Y/n can bet three other trainees, I’ll give you the shadow armor.” Kanos offered. All the master stifled at the mention of the armor. Egon froze as he watched Y/n. The cheering had grown.
For years Egon had attempted to get the shadow armor from Kanos. No matter what he’d offer it was always no. The shadow armor was legend made real.
Instead of the normal golden armor Helios’s wore the shadow armor was pure black with its welded steel parts being silver. The shadow armor allowed different abilities than the normal armor.
Y/n was doing well, well enough that she could win. Egon turned to Kanos with a smile.
“And if Y/n cannot?” Egon asked. Kanos rolled his eyes in hopes Egon wouldn’t realize he hadn’t asked for anything.
“I want the holy cuff.” Kanos said. Egon’s eyes flared and then there was a thud. The masters looked over at Y/n stood victorious. She panted and left the arena. Egon watched as she walked over to Isla and Niko.
She tied the blue ribbon and grabbed Isla away from Niko. Niko remained at the girls side instead of leaving. Egon smirked, he could see the small bond forming between the group. Even if Y/n was still hostile.
“Very well, pick her opponents.” Egon said as he turned to Kanos. A few matches went by and another master spoke up.
“May I suggest you use Kheli, he’s rather strong.” Grhitha spoke up from where she stood. The other shot her confused looks.
“What is it you think you’ll get out of throwing your child in the mix?” Kanos asked softly. Grhitha shrugged and went to the balcony.
“I want to see how well he fairs against the legendary Y/n Starkov.” She muttered. It was no secret that Egon dotted on Y/n. After all she was his linholmerre. His child. Along with Isla. Y/n and Isla were trained by Egon himself at times.
Egon was the Lord of Helios after all. His linholmerre needed to be the best. Kanos had once been considered for Lord of Helios. Egon and Kanos had trained under the old lord of Helios.
Kanos wanted the holy cuff. It could mean worn under there armor and it would merge into it. The cuff gave access the different kinds of weapons and an advantage over the enemy.
“Kheli Vemra, Zan Ostrowski, and Adam Peev please enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above.
Y/n furrowed her brows and looked up at Niko. Zan and Adam were his friends. Kheli was a Suli boy, strong build and tall for his age. Kheli was still a bit faithful to the Saints instead of just the Sol Saint.
Isla nudged Y/n’s side and pointed her hands upwards. Both Niko and Y/n looked to the direction of the balcony. Y/n’s sight kicked in and through her mind she watched Egon.
“Y/n Starkov enter the arena!” Kanos yelled from above. Y/n froze in her spot. She’s already fought, why was she being sent in again. Y/n slowly left there side and entered the arena again.
Kheli helped Y/n step into the arena. His hand gently grasped hers and he left power in his bones. Kheli let go of her hand end stood at one end of the arena. Zan and Adam shared a glance and stood at the other sides.
Y/n remained in the middle of the arena, and she looked up. Egon gave her a small smile and nodded his head. Aratha furrowed her brows up at her fellow Helios but one look from Egon made her sigh.
“ӄɛɮɮɛռ ready!” Aratha yelled. Y/n tried and asks a question but the cheers of the crowd stopped her.
“FIGHT!” With Aratha’s words the three boys charged at Y/n. She screamed in surprise and dropped to the ground. She tumbled away and Zan attempted to hit her.
She blocked his attacks and wrapped her arm around his waist threw him to the ground. Zan ground and Adam pushed Y/n over. She yelped and rolled backwards.
Kheli jumped into the air and prepared a punch. Y/n barely dodged and her and Kheli ended up fighting. As she fought he threw boy the Helios masters watched from above.
Grhitha smiled at Kheli, he was doing well. Even when the fight wasn’t fair Kheli fought honorably. The pair battled each other, ignoring the cheered of the crowds. When Kheli would attack Y/n would counter.
Kheli struggled to hold himself back, anytime his skin would touch Y/n’s he would have a burst of power. Y/n punched his stomach and Kheli lurked backwards. He groaned and soaked his hands together.
Y/n panted and she could feel Zan about to charge at her. A hard fist collided with Y/n’s face and then she felt herself begin thrown in the air. Her body hit the sand of the arena roughly and her body bounced then slammed back down.
Y/n saw stars for a moment and a loud ringing in her ears. Kheli gasped in shock at what he’d down. The world seems to buzz around her and Egon gripped the edge of the balcony.
Looks like Kheli is a squaller
Y/n landed on the ground as her ears rung. Memories flashed through her head as she gasped on the ground.
Alina, Y/n, and Mal all laid in the meadow field as they hid from grisha testers
Blood covered flowers
A white stag standing in a snow covered forest
A pair of piercings eyes so dark they looked black peering down at her
Black armor covering her as a strange light admitted from her hands
Rage bubbled under the surface of Y/n’s skin. Again and again she’d been thrown to the ground. Again, and again had they tried to cause her demise. Time and time again she’d bled for them. She’d bled for her Saint time and time again. Every time she’d see the finish line, Kanos would move it. He would challenge her, force her to the ground. Not this time.
Y/n forced herself off the ground. The smell and taste of iron invaded her senses. Blood dripped down her nose and she stood on shaky legs. Y/n coughed and spit out blood onto the sand of the arena. She whipped the blood from her nose and it splattered on the sand.
Kheli’s jaw dropped as Y/n pulled herself up. For a moment he thought his eyes had returned as his sight kicked in. Y/n stood blood drip from her nose, mouth and ears. Her hair was pulled down and flowed freely.
Zan charged at her and Y/n grabbed his throat before he could get close. His body slammed into the ground and Y/n slammed her fist into Zan’s face over and over.
Adam rushed over and grabbed around her waits and pushed slammed her into the ground. She threw her head up smashing Adam’s nose. Adam grabbed around Y/n’s neck and felt a surge of power. Fire admitted from his free hand and he gasped. As he was distracted Y/n kicked his crotch. He screamed in pain and doubled over.
Y/n stood and kicked him over and over till Zan tackled her. Her body soaked against the ground for what seemed to be the hundredth time. The pair rolled over into the sand and Zan placed his hand over Y/n’s mouth. She bite down into his flesh and ripped. Zan screamed and jumped off her.
Y/n grabbed Zan by the back of his shirt and kicked him out of the arena. She spit out the chunk of flesh she’d bit off. Zan’s hand shook in pain as he stood from the ground. Adam slowly stood and attempted at attack again but Y/n flipped him onto his back. She kicked him out of the arena.
Y/n turned to Kheli no defeat in sight. Kheli could only stare in awe at the sight before him. She looked like a Saint. There was a shimmer to her skin that glistened with all the blood. Her knuckles were bloody and bruised, from above them the Helios’s froze.
As she walked towards him Kheli would swore he could see her eyes. No the cloudy white but a piercing e/c that shot shivers through him. Y/n placed a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushed him out of the arena.
The cheers stopped for a moment as Y/n panted victorious. Egon sighed in relief as Y/n panted. He would keep the holy cuff and would gain the shadow armor. Kanos sighed in defeat and glared down at both Zan and Adam.
How could they let such a small girl over power them. In his mind he knew how she’d done it. Her rage had fueled her in ever way. Something deep within her had made it so angry. It was as though the Sol Saint had cursed her with such a fire. A fire he’d yet to extinguish.
Y/n grew dizzy, her body began to sway. Isla felt Y/n’s vibrations begin to shift and buzz. Isla moved away from Niko and moved up the the stairs to the arena. Niko raced behind Isla and called out to her. Egon leaned over the railing as she watched Y/n go deathly pale.
Isla dove forward as Y/n collapsed toward the ground, Niko gently grasped onto Y/n as her eyes went into the back of her skull. Egon jumped down from the balcony and quickly ran to the trio. Niko laid Y/n down while Isla shook her gently.
Egon ran to Y/n and picked her up, Grhitha jumped down as well. Her hands clasped together and her movements became fluid. Y/n’s wounds began to heal quickly as Grhitha used her grisha healing abilities on her.
Images flash through Y/n’s head as her body shook. Spit bubbled and poured out of Y/n’s mouth as she ceased. Her body flared around and Egon turned her on her side.
𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽, 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓪. 𝓐 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓾𝓹. 𝓑𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴.
𝓨/𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮. 𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮’𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶. 𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼
𝓗𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓶 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓽𝓻𝔂 ��𝓸 𝓳𝓮𝓻𝓴 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓰𝓻𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓨/𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮𝔃𝓮.
𝓗𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼. 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭𝓷’𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓷. 𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻.
𝓗𝓮 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓷𝓮 𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸𝔁𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓨/𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓪 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷, 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓨/𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵.
Y/n shot up in Egon’s lavish bed. She panted and clutched her hand over her heart. Grhitha rushed over to her and tried to coax her back to sleep. Grhitha muttered softly, words Y/n couldn’t hear. Egon rushed into his room and gently took Y/n’s hand.
“Calm yourself linholmerre.” Egon whispered as he pet Y/n’s hair. Y/n’s eyes dashed all over the place as a headache manifested. Egon gently laid Y/n back down. He whispered sweet nothings in fjerdan into Y/n’s ear as she fell back asleep.
Her eyes fluttered closed and all she could see was those dark eyes.
#aleksander morozova smut#aleksander morozova x reader#aleksander morozova x you#alina starkov#shadow and bone netflix#moon helios#six of crows#zoya nazyalensky#ivan x fedyor
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I’ve been thinking. I see a lot of dom!marauders or them being experienced. But what if it was the opposite? Like y/n is experienced and perhaps a dom, while the boys are virgins (or just had little experience)? it makes me all soft 🥺. Like Y/N could be their best friend/fifth marauder (whichever you choose), and they like ask her to be their first time and it’s all blushy for the boys (them being subs, a few tears of pain for them) go crazy! It’s been on my mind for weeks!
Marauders x Fem!reader
Warning : unprotected sex, cursing, Dom!reader, pretty chill I think, you know, for smut
Word count : 1830
Thanks for being so patient, I hope you like it cause it took me forever to do this. It's a bit heavy on the dialogue but oh well
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Surprise, surprise.
It was raining at Hogwarts. The Scottish countryside is taking on its usual demeanor of moisture in this season. Not that you minded, that just meant you got to spend the day with all of your favourite boys. You Sirius and James were giggling away in the corner while Remus was trying his best to ignore you all and read, but you figured you could peak his interest.
“Okay Pads, what’s your body count?”
“I’ve never killed anybody, but trust me Snivelus has come close.”
“No you dork, how many people have you slept with?”
“I’m not answering that!”
“I’m not gonna slut shame you Sirius.”
“He’s definitely not worried about being slut shamed Y/N” James snorted.
“Like you’re any better off than I am you prick.”
“Cut it out, there’s no need to call each other names. Are you both virgins then?”
“Well, yeah I guess.”
James was much more embarrassed than he needed to be.
“What about you Remmy, have you done anything at all?”
“Ask Sirius.”
“I already did ask Sirius!”
“Ask Sirius.”
“Oh my god why are you all so embarrassed there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just surprised is all. You guys are all really attractive and kind people so I never thought you’d be inexperienced and you’ve dated plenty of girls.”
Remus shut his book.
“Not that it’s any of your business Y/N but i’ve at least given or received a hand job or two before.”
“Why’d you tell me to ask Siri- ooooooooh.”
Sirius had his face in his palms.
“Can we change the subject please.”
James patted his shoulder comfortingly.
“It’s okay Pads. It’s not like the opportunity never arose, we were all just waiting for the right person.”
“Aw well I hope you find them soon, I care about you all so much and you deserve the world.”
Sirius was still groaning into his hands.
“She’s so fucking oblivious.”
Remus chuckled.
“Quite.”
Quite what? Confused definitely.
“I don’t understand.”
The room’s silence was overwhelming, until James took a deep breath and all eyes were drawn to him.
“Sirius and Remus obviously like each other and I’m not going to deny my attraction to either of them.”
“Then why don’t you-”
“It doesn’t feel complete. See we already found that someone, it’s you Y/N.”
“Really? You guys want me that way?”
James shrugged meekly.
“If you’ll have us.”
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I just never wanted to risk our friendship, but if you feel the same then I’d love to.”
Sirius’s head popped out.
“Right now?”
“Ha ha, no we don’t have to right now.”
“Well what are we waiting for, to get to know each other. I know James too well actually.”
You rolled your eyes and turned to probably the most level headed one, but Remus was giving you puppy eyes. You were so drawn to him you walked across the room and cupped his face with your right hand.
“What’s wrong honey?”
“Waited so long already, love. Don’t wanna wait any longer.”
“Jamie, do you want this too?”
“Yes please.”
“Such good manners baby, so I have everyone’s consent then?”
“Very much so.”
“Enthusiastic consent.”
“If you don’t do something I’m going to combust.”
You smirked at Sirius’s comment.
“You don’t get to combust until I say you do, understand?”
“Ooo scary.”
“So be it.”
You took hold of Remus’s hands and placed them on your hips.
“I know you’ll be a good boy for me Remus, won’t you?”
He swallowed thickly and nodded.
“I’ll be good for you Y/N.”
“I know you will Jamie. It’s Siri I’m worried about. Why don’t we show him what he’s missing out on? Lie back against the pillows for me, both of you.”
“What about me?”
“You can watch for now, learn how to follow their example.”
He huffed.
“Suit yourself.”
You knew your usual roles in the bedroom, so you were trying your best not to be too stern. But still, you needed to teach Sirius his place.
You lifted up the bottom of James' shirt and kissed his hip bone delicately. He got more and more ansty as you drifted your direction to the middle and down, and down, and down.
You very happily undid his belt and pulled off his pants. The state of his arousal was much more noticeable now.
“Can I suck your cock Jamie? Would you like that?”
“Yes please.”
“Good boy, Remmy can you spit on my hand please?”
You held your palm up to his mouth expectantly, but he seemed hesitant.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed sweetie, never for doing what I ask.”
He nodded and did what he was told and immediately you felt your clit throb. Having control over these three boys was certainly a power trip. Knowing you were the first person to make James tremble like this as you engulfed his cock expertly was definitely a turn on. As you bobbed up and down on James’ impressive cock, you rubbed the bulge in Remus’s trousers. The whines the two boys were making was truly music to your ears. You lifted with a pop.
“Alright Siri, are you ready to be good now?”
“Yes ma’am”
“Did you like what you were seeing?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Do you wanna try and make Remmy feel good?”
“I’ve never sucked-”
“I know, but I’m here to help you baby.”
You’ve never seen Sirius so nervous, so quiet.
“What I’m gonna get you to do first is what you do when you jerk Remmy off, Okay? Just spit on his cock and move your hand up and down alright?”
Remus shuddered as he watched Sirius in his submissive state.
“Good job Siri, look how happy you’re making Remmy. Now you can start by sucking the head, like this.”
James whimpered, and soon Remus was making the same noises. You placed your palm on Remus’s stomach to keep him from bucking his hips. Much to James disappointment you pulled away from him again.
“Okay Sirius, don’t forget to breathe through your nose and make sure you keep your teeth tucked behind your lips, there we go that’s it. Hollow your cheeks now too. How does that feel Remus?”
“F-feels good.”
“Yeah? Sirius is being such a good boy now. Is Siri gonna make you cum?
“Y-yes.”
You grabbed hold of Sirius’s curly locks and pushed him down farther, making him gag and tear up. The vibrations making Remus cum instantly. You pulled Sirius off once Remus started squirming at the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation.
“Did you swallow? Show Remmy.”
Remus groaned when he saw Sirius stick out his tongue, and you did too.
“Y/N”
James' voice was raspy.
“Yes baby?”
“Wanna make you feel good, wanna fuck you.”
“Want me to Ride you Jamie?”
“Please.”
“Okay, but since this is your first time you might not last that long alright?”
“That’s okay, Sirius can take over after me.”
“Alright well you lie back and I’ll take care of you. Sirius, you wait like a good boy and I’ll help you out in a second. If you want you can get Remus to suck you off while you wait. Teach him like I taught you.”
You were suddenly aware of how you were still wearing all of your clothes so you hopped off the bed to quickly strip them off and you found yourself smirking at the expression of pure need and desire on James’ face.
You straddled his waist and pressed a kiss to his cheek before aligning his cock with your entrance. Inch by inch you and down on him as he clutched the sheets below him.
“This alright Jamie?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Perfect, can I move now?”
“Yes please.”
You raised your hips up, but before you could bring them back down James snapped his hips up to yours.
“James, fuck.”
But he didn’t seem to care, with one hand resting on your hip and one fondling your breast he kept his steady rhythm that was taking your breath away. Sirius and Remus were no longer enjoying their own pleasure, but enjoying the sight of yours. You reached down to rub your clit, but Sirius pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own.
“Like this Y/N?”
“Just like that baby, doing so good for me.”
Remus squeezed in between James and Sirius to suck on the tit that James wasn’t occupying.
“Boys- I’m gonna cum fuck-”
It’s funny how in public James could be such a little shit, but now all you saw was this wide eyed trembling figure that you got to take care of and fuck it sure was enticing especially when he said things like this.
“Please cum, wanna make you feel good Mommy please please please.”
“Fuck-”
As soon as you clenched around him as you hit your high James was spurting white hot cum into the depths of your pussy. Thank god for wizard contraceptives.
You didn’t really get to bask in the moment however, since Sirius was pulling you from James out of his own desperation. He had you lying on your back.
“I need you”
“I know I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time, go ahead love.”
Not that Sirius was significantly smaller than James, but he had an easier time going inside after you had come already. Your legs found their home wrapped around his waist as soon as he found his pace.
“Y/N, I don’t think I’m going to last long.”
“That’s okay love, this is about you. Be a good boy for me and cum whenever you need.”
“It’s kinda embarrassing though.”
You cupped his cheeks and pulled his lips to meet yours.
“No need to be embarrassed- Doing such a good job Siri your cock feels so good inside of me.”
He falls down to hold his weight on his forearms, moving even faster than before.
“M’close Y/N”
“Go on and cum baby, feels so good.”
He whimpered into your neck and you soothed him by stroking his hair. Eventually he did roll off from you, unfortunately.
“You guys never told me you were subs.”
“When I’m with Remus I’m a dom.”
“Makes sense, I’d quite like to see that actually.”
Remus cleared his throat.
“Does that mean we get to do this again cause I never actually got to-”
“Of course Remmy, it just kind of makes sense doesn’t it.”
Sirius chuckled.
“Yeah, I mean it didn’t take long for James to be calling you Mommy.”
“It’s kinda sweet though, has Remus ever called you Daddy?”
“Not yet, but I feel like we’re on the brink of something big here.”
Now Remus and James were looking at each other like maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
You personally did not have any complaints; Sirius however would probably have some when you reminded him he couldn’t dom you though.
He’d have to learn the hard way.
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nsfw alphabet w ben chilwell? ^^
NSFW Alphabet- Ben Chilwell
A = Aftercare
No matter what the sex was like, your needs come before his. It doesn't matter if you want a bath run or if you simply want a cuddle, he will do it. The feeling of his soft skin against yours is enough to cure you for a lifetime.
B = Body part
He loves your collar bones. He likes leaving bruises and hot kisses on them. The way they pop out when you arch your back in pleasure or simply the way they glisten with sweat.
C = Cum
He likes to pull out in time to cum on your chest. As I say, he loves your collar bones so the sight of them with his cum on them is just, ugh *chefs kiss*.
D = Dirty Secret
He wants to try handcuffs, be it you handcuffing him or him handcuffing you. Either way he wants to try it.
E = Experience
He's not overly experienced, but Ben often fantasizes about what he wants to do to you, so that gives him some confidence in knowing what he's doing.
F = Favourite Position
He likes cowgirl. He enjoys the feeling of you riding him along with the feel of you burying your face into his neck, marking your territory. He also gets a good view of your boobs so why wouldn't he love it?
G = Goofy
Often, you would let out the occasional giggle or give him a smile just to let him know that it's okay to put down the wall of seriousness. He has a habit of being serious (sometimes too serious, to the point you feel put off, but this just comes from his past experiences..), so this just lets him know that it's okay to have a laugh.
H = Hair
Ben is not completely hairless down there, but he may as well be as it's practically non existent...
I= Intimacy
Looking at him, you'd expect him to be soft and romantic but my oh my can he be rough...
Scratching, biting, choking, slapping.. You name he will *probably* do it. Obviously, like anyone, he has is boundaries but he's down for most things.
J = Jack Off
He doesn't mind masturbating. This is the time he usually has these fantasies I mentioned earlier. it's the perfect time to plan what he wants to do to you the next time you have sex.
K = Kink
Ben has a huge praise kink. He enjoys being told when he's doing a good job, he especially likes being told he's a good boy. Something about those words coming from your mouth drives him insane.
L = Location
He likes having sex in the bath. He's never said why but he always finds a way to join you when you're in there on your own, the rest tells it's own story...
M = Motivation
As I mentioned before, he likes being praised. So anything you say that's praising in the slightest way will really get him going.
Or, when you wear blue. When you wear his colour. Something about it is so so sexy to him and he can never control himself when you do wear it.
N = NO
Ben doesn't want to blindfolded. He would blindfold you no problem. But not being able to see you during sex? No thanks.
O = Oral
Oh my does that boy enjoy some good head. Head in the shower? Give it to him. Head when he's driving? Yes please. Head whilst he's playing games with the boys? Stupid question. Of course he wouldn't say no if you asked for head, but he would rather receive than give, most of the time..
P = Pace
Whatever you want, he doesn't mind. He can go as slow as anything or fast enough that you cum within a minute, it's all up to you.
Q = Quickie
Nothing wrong with a quick-quickie is there? Usually they happen at team dinners in the bathroom, the times were you both look good as fuck and you just can't resist. You think that the two of you would learn to fuck before leaving but no why would you.
R = Risk
You aren't exactly the biggest risk taker but you did like to take him by surprise every now and then. Rubbing your hand over his cock under the blanket when his friends are round is a personal favourite of yours.
S = Stamina
If you'd had fast, rough sex, he wouldn't last as long and wouldn't be able to go for as many rounds. But if you were having slow, passionate sex... Oh boy could he go all night.
T = Toy
You have a vibrator but that's it. He will use it on you every once in a while. Usually when he's feeling like treating you and solely wants to pleasure you is when the vibrator will get used.
U = Unfair
There's times when Ben will rub his cock against your wet folds just to hear you whine and groan, or he will insert only the tip to see you push the rest in by yourself. He will kiss up and down your thighs and belly for minutes before he puts his mouth to your pussy.
V = Volume
The grunts and groans that came from his mouth was music to your ears. Even just the hums of pleasure that vibrate around your mouth when he kisses you as he fucks you slowly.
W = Wild Card
Ben likes to use ice in the bedroom. Seeing you quiver when the cold cube touches your clit unexpectedly is a sight he would like to see everyday of the week. Or him placing it directly on your nipples and watching them melt it, licking up the water that dribbles down your torso.
X = X-Ray
Ok so he's a grower not a shower. He's a good 7.5-ish inches when fully erect though...
Y = Yearning
You were the instigator more often that he was, but not by choice. He could be horny as fuck and still wait for you to come onto him, just because he likes to say that 'he's not the horny one' in the relationship.
Z = ZZZ
Almost every time after you had sex, he would fall asleep first. Which you don't mind because he's cute when he sleeps.
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Rhythm of the Night (Felix Volturi x Fem!Reader)
Summary: You weren't much of a nightclub girl. After some prodding by your friends, you gave in and decided to give it a shot. At the same time, a vampire had chosen the club you're at as his hunting grounds for the night...
Word count: 2.4k words.
Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes, harrassment, Felix is a h0rny bastard, y'all beware
Author note: I guess I’m back? And with shameless sorta smutty Felix content to boot? Can’t say I’m surprised at myself - the thirst for this man is endless. Anyway, enjoy! I’m back to supply with more hot Volturi guard content.
Loud, blaring music? Check.
Standing awkwardly with a drink in your hand? Check.
Two out of three of your friends ditching you in this too-big-for-it's-own-good club? Double check.
You'd had a long week. Your job was driving you nuts, and things were getting on top of you in a bad way. After visiting you and seeing you curled up on the couch with a distant look in your eyes, your friends had dragged you into your bedroom, gotten you looking like a full snack and dragged your ass to a nightclub.
A nightclub, you mentally sighed, the lights flashing distracting you. It HAD to be a nightclub. I better not regret this.
"Come on, Y/N, loosen up!" Your friend next to you whined, a playful grin on their face.
"I've never been to one of these places before," you admitted loudly, your voice barely audible even with shouting.
Shaking their head, your remaining friend laughed. "Come, trust me."
Taking the drink from your clammy hand and setting it aside on a random surface, they pulled you into the fray of people dancing. A new song had begun and the excited cheers of the crowd were almost as loud as the song itself.
Leaning in, you heard your friend say, "Just follow my lead and have fun your way!"
Taking a deep breath, you nodded, and began swaying to the music along with your friend.
Entering the human infested club, Felix groaned internally. Demetri, because of course he would, suggested that he try and find a meal at the nearest nightclub in their vicinity.
"Lots of humans, especially ones who expect to have a fun night out!" Demetri had said casually, "just use your charm and lure one out."
Some days, I really do hate that man, Felix grumbled internally as the humid air and the scent of drunk people hit his face as he neared the sea of dancers. Scanning the faces and the scents of the crowd, he searched for his meal.
Demetri wasn't wrong; one of the best places to hunt were in fact nightclubs, along with dingy alleys in busy cities, hiking trails... and if you were desperate enough even regular old bars in cozy towns.
He wasn't desperate enough to risk his neck picking off a local from a bar. Too many people who know each other personally in bars. Nightclubs will do for the night.
Felix zeroed in on a potential victim; a random young man dancing with a girl and another man suggestively in the fray. He had no issue turning on his charm for the same sex - at the end of the day, they're all the same. All food.
A focused look on his face, he began to approach the man.
Midway through navigating the dancing humans, his hunt was interrupted by a body being shoved into him and a loud yell of "I said don't fucking touch me!"
Blinking, Felix's dark eyes darted from the person who was shoved into him and the one who shoved said person. A woman stood in front of him, glaring at their assailant with a mix of fury and fear rolled into one unfocused stare.
"... Just a friendly touch bitch, geez." the assailant grumbled, inaudible to human ears, but Felix just managed to catch it.
The woman's eyes shifted up to him. The wind felt like it'd been knocked out of him both by her scent as he paid more attention to her, and her mere presence itself. It was captivating, alluring even. Like a lasso had been thrown over him and was tugging him forward towards her.
She was captivating.
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You found yourself staring at the absurdly tall man in front of you like an idiot. Out of all the times you had to find yourself stunned speechless by how handsome someone was, your subconscious picked a brilliant time to do so.
Handsome was an understatement, you thought hazily.
Almost forgetting the man who had put his hands on you without your consent, you shook your head and backed away quickly. Don't be creepy, don't be creepy, don't be creepy by staring at the hot guy, you chanted internally.
Pushing through the crowd again, you searched for any of your friend's faces. Tonight was taking a weird turn and you just wanted to forget the weird shit.
After what felt like a millennia, your anxiety fueled by the bone rattling bass of the music that vibrated through your body and the club itself, you found the friend that stood with you when the others had ditched.
They took one look at your expression and a look of concern lit their eyes. "You okay?" they mouthed, gently reaching out and rubbing your shoulder reassuringly.
Nodding shakily, you gave a weak smile. "Got lost," you mouthed back.
Half an hour later and with a bit of booze in your system, you finally let loose. You were still upset about the guy touching you but you pushed it to the back of your mind for now; this would be the first and last time you go clubbing, you thought.
Dancing with your friend, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rhythm of the song that was playing, giggling all the way.
"Hey, Y/N!" You heard your friend call. Opening your eyes, they motioned off to the side with a devilish grin. "You've got an admirer!"
Following her gaze, you searched until you spotted who they were talking about, and promptly felt the blood in your cheeks boil from more than just being tipsy.
It was the insanely tall hot guy from earlier.
And he was looking directly at you.
"Aw man, what do I doooooo?" You whined loudly, desperately looking at your friend for help.
"What do you mean?" they replied, laughing.
You leaned in closer so they could hear you better. "He's too pretty for me," you hissed. You quickly sneaked another glance at him and... he was laughing?
Oh god is my mere appearance that funny? You thought to yourself.
"Why don't you go find out?" Your friend whispered back, giggling. “Or better yet, let’s tease him!”
Go find out? Are they mad? What if he rejects me and I have to live with being rejected by a ethereal-looking hot person? What if they don't?
Wait, tease how-?
Your friend suddenly grabbed your hips and the dance turned very sexual in nature. Catching along to their plan, you grinned, albeit a little manically due to pure anxiety, and matched your friend’s suggestiveness.
“Oh yeah, it’s working,” they whispered in your ear. “Look.”
Turning your body away from your friend to allow them to grind behind you as your hips swayed in sync to the rhythm of the song playing, you felt very satisfied when you saw the handsome man staring straight at you like a rabbit in headlights.
Damn, it worked!
At your smug grin, the man straightened up out of his daze with a dark look in his eyes.
“I think he wants youuuuu,” your friend cooed in your ear.
To hit the final nail in your coffin, he lifted one of his hands palm up, curling four fingers with a smirk on his face. He was calling you over.
Your heart leaped out of your chest. This is fine.
Taking a deep breath and deciding "Fuck it", you made your way over to the ridiculously tall hot man, not before finishing a shot your friend had placed in your hand from who-knows-where. You silently thanked them for the extra liquid courage. Weaving through the crowd, you tried to steady your ever-growing nerves as you got closer to the mysterious stranger.
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“What do I dooooo?” the pretty young lady whined to her friend, prompting her friend to ask her why. “He’s too pretty for me,” she hissed, barely audible over the bass of the music.
Felix laughed obnoxiously at her distress. The sight of her pretty eyes going wide when he beckoned her to him was one thing, but “He’s too pretty for me” sent him off the edge into a fit of amused almost-hysterical laughter.
Get a handle on yourself, he chided himself. Quickly as he lost his composure he regained it, waiting for the human’s decision, a little smidge of anxiety rising in his chest. What if she decides not to come over? Then my chances with the little human are blown.
The thought made his mind short-circuit. I referred to her as if she was mine...
There wasn’t time to ponder it further thought; as his train of thought refocused on his surroundings as she did something very unexpected.
Her friend whispered something into her ear and before he knew it he was watching her dance very suggestively in front of him. They teamed up to taunt him.
And it was working. Felix almost completely forgot about his thirst for blood as pure lust took over his senses. Oh she’s going to be the death of me, he groaned internally, his eyes trained on every motion her body made. Felix’s thoughts quickly and shameless went into the gutter as he began picturing how’d she feel dancing like that against him... and on his lap... and also what he’d do in retaliation to the teasing.
Her friend whispered something else into her ear, the snake to his sweet Eve in the garden, and they both turned to look at him. Backing away from her friend, the woman took a deep breath and he could hear her growl the words “Fuck it,” downing a shot handed to her by her friend before beginning to stride over toward him.
Standing up a little straighter, he tried to turn off the very dirty thoughts running laps in his mind as she came closer. He wanted this to succeed, after all. A small polite smile crept onto his face as the pretty lady appeared before him.
“Hi,” she greeted him wearing a nervous smile, a different persona standing before him from the seductress that taunted him on the dancefloor.
Felix grinned, turning on the full power of his charm on the helpless girl. “I uh, couldn’t help but recognize you from earlier, how are you feeling after that earlier incident?”
She froze at the pet name, then her pretty eyes narrowed as she was trying to recall the events in her drunken state. When it clicked they widened. “Right! Yeah... that wasn’t very fun.” Pausing a moment, she stared at Felix’s chest, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. “Thank you for stepping in. Really, I appreciate it.”
This poor sweet thing, Felix thought to himself, completely enamored. She goes from being loud and unaware of how loud she’s being with her friend to shy and bashful trying to talk to me.
“Make a move, idiota,” Demetri’s voice chimed in, putting extra emphasis on the last mocking word; where exactly he was Felix had no idea, but, with his old friend taunting him from the shadows, he decided it was now or never.
Felix ducked down and leaned in closer to Y/N’s face, speaking clearly in her ear. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”
Y/N’s heart hammered away frantically even before he finished asking; most likely due to how close he now was to her, Felix concluded, but he’d like to think it was also due to some level of mutual attraction.
He hoped, anyway.
“It’s Y/N,” she answered, subconsciously turning her head a little toward Felix’s face.
“Well Y/N, it was my pleasure to keep creepy assholes off you.”
Oh dear lord why did I say it like that? He chided himself internally, cringing after the sentence left his mouth. I might as well have said “thanks for being harassed, sexy.”
Over the heavy bass of the club’s music, Demetri’s cackling laughter further teased Felix.
To his surprise - and safe to say Demetri’s, from wherever he was lurking and watching this unfold - Y/N giggled, the melodic sound growing in volume till it became an obnoxious booming laugh of her own. Pulling back to stand at his full height again, Felix looked at Y/N like she’d grown two heads.
“Well, please feel free to keep more creeps away from me in the future,” she said casually, like Felix hadn’t said something awkward. “Mind telling me your name?”
Blinking a couple times just to compose himself - and keep up the “human” appearance - he grinned back at her. “Felix.”
Y/N matched Felix’s grin with one of her own, and from that moment Felix knew he was hooked on her. He was so absorbed by her smile that he didn’t notice her pulling out her phone.
“Gimme your phone,” she commanded, a playful glint in her eyes. “and make sure it’s unlocked.”
Curious at what this strange woman would do next, Felix reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it as she commanded. He held out his phone and she took it from his hand, a small shocked gasp leaving her lips as her warm skin made contact with his icy skin.
“May I ask what you’re doing?” he asked, cocking his head a little to the side as he watched her fingers tap away on the phone screen.
“Going through your nudes,” she commented in a monotone voice, her full drunken concentration solely on his phone.
“Is that so?” he chuckled dryly, raising his eyebrows at the crassness.
She looked up once, with a small smirk, and then with a final tap to the phone screen, handed his phone back to him. “Normally I don’t do this but I like you, and I just put my number in your phone.”
She said it so casually, but her heart steadily hammering away in the same, frantic pace it was when he leaned in earlier was a giveaway to Felix that Y/N was nervous.
She’s... giving me her number. Wow.
Amazed and elated, Felix’s grin could have cracked his face with how wide he was smiling. “I’ll be in touch for sure, Y/N,” he replied, enjoying his her name felt leaving his mouth.
With a playful smile and a blush growing steadily on her cheeks, Y/N backed away from Felix in the direction of her friend. “I’ll see you around then!” she called out over the music, biting her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling so hard.
In that moment, Felix could care less about how much of a dumb ass he felt like earlier for his blunder of a pick up line, his still budding thirst or his friend’s smug comment of “Well played,” faintly reaching his ears. He’d endure the torment from Demetri’s teasing later.
Right now, he was staring at a drunken angel that would be his entire future, and she was none the wiser tot he fact that with by some liquid courage she had stolen this centuries-old man’s heart in it’s entirety.
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Played My Heart Like a Yo-yo
A/N: So this is an AU one-shot. Inspired by @buckmesidewaysandcallmesteve's request that I scrolled upon.
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You awake to your phone buzzing like crazy. You quickly hit the silencer before picking the phone up.
"'Ello?" You mutter, rubbing your eyes groggily.
"Y/N! 'S Wanda. Was wondering if you could pick me up."
Your eyes narrow suspiciously at the tone of her voice, the slur in her words.
"Are you drunk?"
A small giggle on the other line reaches your ear.
"And is there someone with you?"
Wanda ignores your questions and gives you the address. You hang up before sighing, grabbing your jacket and shoes and slipping out the door.
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"Wanda, you seriously can't keep calling me at 4 in the morning to pick you up from some girl's house!" You say angrily, slapping the steering wheel as Wanda giggles, placing an hand on your bare thigh. "What's wrong baby girl?" Your face flushes at her touch before you slap her hand away from you, leaving her in a fit of giggles. You pull into Wanda's driveway and sling her semi-unconscious body over your shoulder. "Gosh, you're heavy." You mutter as you search for the spare key under the doormat. You cry out in triumph when your hand lands on it and you unlock the door quietly so as not to wake her parents and brother. Giving out a groan of pain, you heave her up the stairs and into her bedroom where she face-plants into the bed, seemingly unconscious. You wipe the sweat from your brow before stripping her of her puke and sweat covered garments and replacing them with a gray t-shirt and flannel pants, ignoring the swollen red lipstick marks on her neck. She groans, making you jump a little. "Good night Wanda." You whisper before turning off the lights in her room and closing the door gently.
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"Come on Y/N!"
"No I don't want to go!" You whine, flopping back down onto the bed as Wanda sits down next to you, letting out a heavy sigh. "It's the grad party and everyone is going to be there! Even my brother." She wiggles her eyebrows at you, making you flush. Pietro Maximoff. Some would consider him the most handsome of their year, in peak physical condition, top of his class and charming. In other words, what you would call a snake. Of course, you could never say that to Wanda's face. "Wanda, for the last time, I do not like your brother!" You say, your face still buried in the pillow. Wanda snorts. "Of course you don't." She retorts, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Please Y/N! I swear I'll stay with you the whole party!" She pleads as you flip yourself onto your back, your face inches from hers. You flush as she grabs your hand, shaking you violently. "Please please please please please please please please-" You smack her in the face with a pillow. "Okay! Jeez! Fine!" You exclaim, pulling yourself to your feet. She gives out an exclamation of excitement before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. "Yes! I'll be waiting outside in my car!" She squeals before practically flying down the stairs. You smile to yourself, flashes of her smile, her close proximity, the scent of her dry-leaf shampoo. You grab your flannel, slinging it over your shoulders before sliding down the banister to meet Wanda. "I'm going out mom! I'll be back later!" You shout over your shoulder, not waiting for a response. You burst out the door to see Wanda, leaning against her the door of her red convertible. "Alright let's go!" You exclaim, jumping over the door and landing in the seat perfectly. She shakes her head, amused. "One day your foot is going to catch on that door and you're going to face plant." Your face assumes an offended look. "Are you cursing me Maximoff?" She chuckles before stepping on the accelerator and the two of you speed off towards the party.
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You're a block away from Stark's house and you can practically hear the music thumping, vibrating it's way down the street. "God, they're going to go deaf before 30 at the rate they're going." She mutters, eliciting a giggle from you. She flashes you a smile that makes you weak in the knees and you turn away, hoping to shield the fact that your face is currently resembling a tomato. You can't fall in love with her stupid. She's your best friend and she definitely doesn't like you. Besides, even if she did, she'd just break your heart like the 18 other girls and guys she's been with. The small voice inside you rants but you refuse to listen. "Shut up!" You whisper harshly. Wanda glances at you, confused. "What?" You plaster a smile on your face, turning to face her. "Nothing." She raises an eyebrow but doesn't dig deeper. "Well, we're here." She pulls into the driveway of Tony Stark's mansion, putting her car into park. The two of you hop out of the car, striding towards the front door where a drunk couple are passed out on the stairs, their arms wrapped in a tight embrace around each other. Wanda pulls open the door. "After you." She winks and you gently slap her on the arm. Inside the house you find dozens of people, dancing, drinking, puking, hell, some are even making out. You pull a face of disgust when you see a young girl, grinding on Pietro's lap. "Oh god. Don't look over there." You mime puking as Wanda glances over at her brother. "Oh, blegh." She gags before dragging you further into the house. "Okay, stay right here, I'm going to grab us some drinks." She instructs before leaving you to your own devices. You search for a safe haven, somewhere away from the masses of drunk bodies when a masculine voice sounds out behind you. "Y/L/N! When did you get here?" You whirl around to see Pietro, no longer held up by the girl. "I got here early enough to see some girl twerking on you. I have to bleach my eyes." You joke and he chuckles before slinging an arm around you, dragging you off towards the bar. "Let me buy you a drink." He winks and you shrug him off. "Piet, you don't have to pay here." You retort, shoving him playfully. "It's the thought that counts." He shrugs but before you can come of with a snide remark, your eyes land on something. Someone. Wanda, straddling some tall boy, a mop of blonde hair sticking up from his head. They're sharing a heated kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist while hers are in his hair. Pietro follows your gaze towards his sister and he scrunches his nose in disgust. "Oh gross! Get a room you two!" He yells over the music but they ignore him, continuing the embrace. Pietro passes you a shot which you down quickly before patting him on the shoulder. "I'm going to go." He glances at you. "You just got here?" He asks, but you're already leaving, tears forming in your eyes, threatening to spill as you take one last look at Wanda before turning away.
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You're sitting at the bench across from Tony's house, enjoying the night air as a figure slides into the seat next to you and leans against you. You risk a glance and no surprise there, Wanda is there, her clothes rumpled, her hair a mess, lipstick smudged and blouse slightly unbuttoned. "Hey there." She whispers, her breath tickling your neck. You inhale sharply, ignoring her. "I know I said I'd stay with you the whole time but-" You cut her off, anger flaring inside you. "But you saw a cute guy and couldn't resist? You just decided to hook up with him? This happens every time Wanda! Every. Fucking. Time!" You exclaim, standing up to face her. "You see some hot chick or someone and you just hook up with them. That's your life. You don't love anyone, you never will. You're a player." You spit, turning your back to her. You hear her footsteps as she sluggishly approaches you, wrapping her arms around your stomach, her chin resting on your shoulder. "That's not true." She mumbles, the smell of alcohol wafting up to your nose. "I love you." Her voice was so faint that you almost didn't catch it but those three words are enough to make your insides boil. "No, you don't! You don't love anyone you've been with and I'm no exception." You tear yourself out of her grasp. Wanda's lower lip trembles. "But you love me?" She's on the verge of tears and you curse yourself for making her cry. "Yes, I do love you but it's honestly safer for me to love you unrequitedly then for you to love me too." You confess but she interrupts you, lunging forward and kissing you. You gasp in surprise and she takes the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. Eventually, the two of you pull back for air. "You've got some experience Maximoff." You giggle as you gently tap her nose. She smirks before pulling you a little closer. "Well, I was a player once."
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Storm Bringer Spoilers (8)
I said I would translate this part earlier and the last week has been a busy one but it’s finally here. This is the part in CODE;03 (I guess) where Shirase finally got over his fear and risked his life to help Chuuya when Chuuya was fighting the skeleton that is supposed to be his “original” (I said so because we never know if it actually is the original or not). For a boy like Shirase with no special power, to throw himself into a battle like that for someone is a really beautiful thing to me. Their interactions here are so precious too. I couldn’t help smiling when I was translating it. I hope you enjoy it too and have a great weekend.
Feel free to retranslate it if you want. Just remember that I don’t speak either Japanese or English as my first language so there might be some mistakes or imperfectionness in this translation.
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Hey, hey!
Hey, hey, come on! What the hell is that? A skeleton? Are you kidding me?
Shirase rubbed his own eyes. That was not an illusion. The surrounding scenery was distorted. The abnormality of the gravitational field left the surrounding gravel floating in the air.
In other words, the gravitational skill is being activated over there. In other words, Chuuya is over there.
Too frightened, Shirase almost dropped the clothes bag that he was holding with his two hands. He held it back in a fluster. That was a clothes bag, however inside it was not clothes. It was a bag of stolen items. On his way to find an escape route, he entered a research facility and went gold hunting. After all, neither the securities nor the researchers were out. On top of that, in the research facility, there were a lot of jewels used for laser transmitters, high-speed computing terminals and a lot of other things that could be worth a fortune if sold.
Shirase thought. These things will surely be burnt down to destroy the evidences anyway. If that’s the case, then wouldn’t it be of better help for people if we use it as a foundation to rebuild “The Sheep”, and let it be reborn as military money? I’m such a genius. He was thinking so as he got lost during his looting.
Then he wandered into this room.
Shirase looked around restlessly. There was no sign of anyone other than Chuuya and the skeleton. Apparently they were fighting each other. He could catch a glance of the pained expression on Chuuya’s face.
“Chuuya!” Reflexively, he ran forward, but stopped himself in panic.
What am I doing? If I go to such a place, I will die. There is a limit to how foolish you can be to get involved in the fight between two monsters. I’m not that stupid. I act wisely and firmly. That’s how I have survived until now.
Fighting is Chuuya’s job. Getting hurt is Chuuya’s job. Engraving our terror onto the enemies is also Chuuya’s job. And we handle everything else. That’s obvious. That guy has power. It’s only natural that he has to fulfil that responsibility.
But Chuuya today is weaker than ever.
The Chuuya who is fighting right now has wounds all over his body. He has never seen Chuuya like that. He looks just like a boy of his age.
No, not “just like”. Chuuya IS a boy of his age. Shirase suddenly realized that.
...
But still...
Still, it has nothing to do with me!
“Like I care! I am running away. Alone or not! You guys can do whatever you want about those war weapons or the truths of those special skills! I simply want to live a happy live!”
Shirase held his stuff carefully, turned his back and start walking away, as if he was carving each of his long steps into the ground.
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The weight from the skeleton increased. In addition to the sound of their bones creaking against each other, there was another lower, heavier sound, probably the sound of the floor’s foundation being bent. If it were an ordinary human’s body, it would have become one with the floor long ago.
“Stop...”, Chuuya spoke with his lungs being crushed as if he was whispering. “You are me...”
There was a hint of hesitation shining in his eyes.
The chin of the skeleton made a sound. The eye sockets carrying no lights at all were staring down at Chuuya. There was no emotions there. There was nothing. A complete void.
From those eye sockets, from that nothingness, Chuuya heard something. Maybe it was just his imagination. But he couldn’t stop one word from popping up inside his brain. A meaningless word that seemed to be coming out from those white bones.
”You were supposed to be like this."
“You are... me.” Chuuya said, glaring at the skeleton that had drifted so far from humanity, unaware of what he himself was saying. “If that’s the case, who in the world am I...?”
The gravity got even stronger. The face of the skeleton which looked like death itself drew closer in front of his eyes. At that moment, someone shouted.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!”
Someone just threw themselves at the skeleton and sent it flying to the side. The skeleton and that person rolled on the floor together. Chuuya opened his eyes wide. He knew the person.
“Shirase...?”
Shirase, who just rolled over, stood up and screamed in a squeaky, inarticulate voice. The skeleton that was using up all of its gravity to push down on Chuuya, was powerless to the attack from the side. Its elbow bone was dislocated from the impact. But that had little effects on its movements. It opened its jaw, trying to bite Shirase to death.
Shirase raised his clothes bag, which the skeleton bit right into. There were sounds of high-value jewels and electronic devices breaking inside, but the hardness of jewels had won against that of bones and iron. The lower jaw of the skeleton cracked vertically.
“Stupid Shirase! Run!”
“Aaaaaaaa!!”
Shirase shook his two arms with his eyes closed. His arms accidentally got caught in a transfusion tube connected to the skeleton’s spines. The tube came off and a black and blue chemical solution spilled out from inside. The skeleton suddenly tilted and stopped moving for a few seconds.
Chuuya noticed that. He screamed, “Shirase! Pull out those cables! All of them!”.
Shirase was still waving his arms around incomprehensibly but after a short pause, he came to understand the meaning of that instruction. He rolled around, covered in chemicals, and grabbed all the cords and tubes that were dragging around like tails. He pulled them in and pulled out everything at once.
The bundle of cables leading to the next room were pulled out of the skeleton’s spine.
The skeleton let out a scream. A body made out of bones only does not have a vocal organ. Its throat cannot vibrate to scream. That was the sound of gravity and the vanishing power of the skills that shook the bones and resonated like a musical instrument. It was the resonant sound of a scream that can take your soul away.
It sounded like a young boy crying in agony on the verge of death.
Eventually, the skeleton that had lost its instruction system and its source of energy supplies fell to the floor headfirst, breaking at its waist. Losing the gravity that was keeping its body together physically, it crumbled into pieces. Furthermore, the cracks from the attacks stared spreading through its body and it ended up breaking into countless fragments before vanishing.
And just like that, the skeleton disappeared. Like nothing was ever there from the beginning.
Chuuya was watching over it in shock, before he finally stood up.
“Shirase.”
Chuuya looked at Shirase while holding his side.
“What?”
Chuuya stared at Shirase as if he was trying to say something. He looked at Shirase who was covered in dirt, mud and the black and blue chemicals for a few seconds, then said.
“You look hella dirty now.”
“Shut up!”
Chuuya held out his hand. Shirase grabbed that hand and got up.
“Let’s go. We need to meet up with Adam first.”
“’kay.”
Shirase and Chuuya walked alongside each other. Shirase took a quick glance at Chuuya. He was covered in wounds, dirt and blood. There were countless bruises and his side was still bleeding.
“Hey Chuuya.”
Chuuya turned around. Shirase’s expression showed that there was something he had to say, something he had to apologize for.
Chuuya waited silently. Then Shirase said.
“You look hella dirty right now.”
Chuuya laughed with his eyes downcast, “Shut up!”.
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Just Like You (Carlisle x Reader)
I haven’t written for Carlisle in such a long time, I am so excited for this concept, also if you wanna get in the vibe I wrote this while listening just the two of us by Grover Washington Jr. Also this is for my girl @little-diable. Enjoy!
Teaching was something (y/n) wanted to do since she was a little girl, at the time of course she was not aware of the responsibility however she loved the idea of what a teacher was, a kind and clever individual that spend their time trying to educate and help the younger ones.
Certainly teaching in history in high school was a whole different roster though she never complained, she had this charismatic way of commanding the crowd and luring them in to listen to her and pay attention to what she was hear to do, teach. She loved her work so much she neglected herself and scoffed at her body’s needs, that as anyone can presume did not end well, by not ending well meaning she passed out from dehydration in the middle of the class.
“Miss (y/l/n), can you hear me?”
She had slowly started to open her eyes when she was met with one of the what anyone would assume was an angel, how else could you justify the porcelain white poreless skin, the blonde hair and those enchanting eyes.
“What happened?”
“I’m afraid you fainted, dehydration was the cause”
“Dehydration?”
“It’s in our nature to need water miss (y/l/n), you haven’t been really kind to your body”
She felt like such an idiot, she was laying there in front of the most handsome man because she forgot to drink water. Perfect introduction, just what she needed
“Well at least I finally got to meet the infamous history teacher”
“Infamous?”
“Of course, everyone has been talking about the young, beautiful and smart history teacher. My son Emmett told me you are the only teacher that made history interesting”
“Your son is Emmett? What type of Botox do you do?”
As he laughed she felt her heart skip, how could someone’s laugh be so melodic? She never cared for men, from her point of view most of them had no substance and seemed completely incompetent without having anything to add in her life. Still here she was, swooning over a mans laugh
“I had adopted him, also you will be surprised what a healthy lifestyle can do. Let’s start by making sure you drink your water, we can’t risk your gorgeous facial bone structure to be overshadowed by dry skin now can we?”
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Carlisle had asked her on a date a few days after she had left the hospital, he had used the excuse of coming to school to ask for his adopted kids and walked in her break to purpose dinner.
It was the first time (y/n) felt comfortable with a man, he was everything she wanted in a man, kind, gracious, smart, self made and also left her alone when she needed some quiet me time, she felt like no one was leading the relationship it just flowed. They actually hadn’t even talked about “being official”, they were just together, enjoying each other and being at each other’s life effortlessly.
“Tell me about your family, you rarely speak about them”
The shock of finding out his... nature was gigantic, it almost costed the entire relationship, she was blindsided and baffled by the new concept of a mythical creature being a factual thing and also the man she had feelings for. When she finally got to understand and respect it she got in contact with him, he was more than delighted to hear from her, he didn’t even care she had almost disappeared for so long.
Now she laid next to him, her head on his cold chest as the sheets covered her naked body, their legs intertwined while his one hand went touched her hair, carefully to not cause any discomfort.
“My mother unfortunately passed away while giving birth to me, from what I was told my father changed after that incident, the gain of a child was not enough to make up for the loss of a spouse”
“I bet she was beautiful, just like you”
His chest slightly vibrated as he let out a soft cackle. He adored her soft side that rarely made an appearance and it was only when they were intimate and alone, it was a reminder that he didn’t really know her unless she allowed him to.
“He was a pastor, however I don’t believe the world of the lord is to kill the supposed minorities in His name”
“Another reason why I don’t believe in God”
“He called it getting rid of evil and sin, for most of them he had little to no proof of being witches or werewolves or vampires, it was usually the outcasts that happened to aggravate the wrong people”
She could feel that he wasn’t really fond of those memories, she felt guilty of bring up his past, even though she blamed it at him being an alive Wikipedia. Her favorite time with him was when they would lounge like this, flesh touching flesh and he would talk about all his travels and historical events, this to a history teacher was the equivalent to a kid that went to Disneyland.
She lifted her head and now allowed her chin to rest on his chest, her eyes catching his, a soft and tired smile played on her soft pink lips, he knew she was tired and sleepy, she always was after and yet she would never admit it, she claimed the stories are the icing on the cake.
“Do you think the corsets would look good on me?”
“I think everything looks good on you, let alone a corset. A nice little tuck that would make that lovely cleavage of yours the star of the night.”
It was her turn to giggle at his cheeky commenting on her breasts. He took it as an opportunity to flip over and lay on top of her, a little squeak that was followed by a laugh was heard in the dimly lit room, it was just enough for her to admire that gorgeous face of his. She reached with her palm to touch his cheek, giving him a gentle little caress
“I think you would love the 20s”
“You mean before during or after the market crash and the Jim crow laws?”
“I meant seen you dance to jazz music in my arms”
“I suppose that could occur as well”
That’s when he leaned in to place a kiss on her lips he so much adored. He had hoped to find his mate for so long, now here she was, standing proudly and showing him what love really means. Acceptance, she accepted his kind and he accepted her independent and introverted nature, no one tried nor needed to change anything to the other, they accepted and respected each other to a sacred level.
“You are an amazing woman”
“So I’ve been told”
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Three's a Company
18 + ONLY - NSFW
Embo/F!Reader/Bossk
This one has been sitting in my drafts for a while but I got bored so I finished it. Enjoy!
Tags: PiV sex, anal sex, DP, Embo's tongue, use of a vibrator, some violence.
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The lights were dim, the music low and sultry. A Zeltron woman danced on a table wearing nothing but a scanty bodysuit. The scent of booze and bar snacks filled the air. This was unlike the Guild Headquarters that you were used to; you had only been once before, and the place was usually aflutter with the conversations of bounty hunters and mercenaries. Now, the place was rather reticent. The hunters and mercs were still around, sure, but their attention was drawn elsewhere. And by elsewhere, it usually meant on a pair of tits or a wayward bulge.
You, yourself, weren’t much of a dancer, but you were something nice to look at. Your job was, quite literally, walk around the place and drum up the sexual hunger. You could take a client or two, but it wasn’t a requirement. Thus far, no one seemed entirely interested. But that didn’t bother you.
You strutted past a table, not paying too much mind to who was there, until you noticed that you were being waved to. You approached, putting on a sultry smile, and leaned against the table. Staring back at you was a Trandoshan man - one of the Guild Leader’s sons, Bossk, if you remembered correctly - and a rather grumpy Kyuzo. Bossk, who had his arm wrapped around the Kyuzo’s shoulder, gave his friend a jostle.
“Are you entertainment?” Bossk asked, his long tongue flicking out to wet his lips. You nodded slowly.
“Sure am. What can I do for ya?” You leaned forward, accentuating your chest with a smirk.
“You see, my buddy here-,”
“We are not friends.” The Kyuzo interrupted.
“-well, it’s his Life Day-,”
“It is not.”
“-and I was looking to help him get laid.”
“I do not need your help getting laid.” He shrugged Bossk’s arm off, much to Bossk’s dismay. The Kyuzo crossed his arms over his chest and slumped in an odd little pout. Bossk rolled his eyes.
“Obviously you do, or you wouldn’t be here! Come on, Em… they weren’t worth it anyways.”
You watched the two interact, entertained. You had not been expecting this when you came over, but if you were telling the truth, this was the highlight of your rather boring night.
“I do not know what stories you are concocting, but there is nothing wrong.” Em tipped his large, circular hat down to cover his face. You sent Bossk a glance, and he shook his head. You eased onto the bench beside the agitated bounty hunter, and rested a hand on his thigh.
“Are you alright?”
“Yes. I am fine. I would be better off if I was left alone, though.” He growled lowly, and you retracted your hand.
“I’m sorry…”
“It is not your fault.” He turned to glance at Bossk, who was watching the Zeltron table-dancer disinterestedly.
“I’m sure the bunks are much quieter, if you’re looking for some peace.” You offered Em, and he nodded at this.
“Yes… that would probably be best.”
You scooted off of the bench and moved away, allowing Em the space to leave; you knew it wasn’t any of your business, but you hoped that somehow he’d have a better night. Only, that hope was quickly dashed.
Em moved to stand and exit the booth. The movement caught Bossk’s attention, and he let out a hearty laugh.
“Go get her!” Bossk pulled his hand back, and gave Em a hearty smack to the ass - it was likely meant to be a cordial gesture, akin to those athletes gave to one another. But you watched the way Em’s eyes flickered with rage, and Bossk knew in that moment that he had messed up. He moved away, but wasn’t quick enough to escape the swift kick to the chest. Bossk slammed into the back of the seat, coughing and hissing as he grabbed at his chest. Nearby patrons turned to see what was going on. Em straightened, brushed off his skirt, and waded through the crowded floor toward the bunks. You rushed to Bossk’s side.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Good.” He croaked as he rubbed his chest. You were surprised he wasn’t doubled over in pain. The kick looked like it was intended to cause some damage, maybe in the hopes that this would deter Bossk from bothering Em again. Bossk seemed sufficiently deterred, though, refraining from chasing after his ‘friend’.
“Are you certain?” You pressed a gentle hand to his chest, feeling for any broken ribs. Despite the force of Em’s kick, there seemed to be no broken bones. That was good.
“Yeah. Guess I was pressing his buttons too much.” Bossk muttered.
“How long were you pestering him?”
“... All night.” Bossk admitted, reaching for the glass that was sitting on the table.
“Why?”
“Rumor had it that he was going through some sort of break-up. We need him on his best game, and I was trying to hurry along the healing process.” Bossk shrugged, his voice slowly losing the wheeze that the kick had given him.
“I see… perhaps I could help with that.” You patted Bossk’s leg. “I’ll be back.”
You got up and weaved your way through the crowd, your sights set on the hall leading to the bunks. The Zeltron table-dancer was stepping down, only to be replaced by a Theelin burlesque dancer. The sultry music slowly shifted into something a bit more lively, and the crowd seemed to perk as well. You paid this no mind, though, as you slipped down the hallway.
You stopped at a door labeled 'Embo' and pondered. Bossk had called him Em, but maybe that was just a nickname. At the same time, it was possible that this 'Em' and 'Embo' were different people. It was a big galaxy after all. Deciding to risk it, you knocked and heard a husky 'come in'. You slipped inside.
Em - or Embo, rather- was sitting on the large bed, grumbling and drinking something out of a metal goblet. He hardly glanced up, but acknowledged your presence with a sweep of the hand. You sat on the end of the bed and met his gaze.
"Are you alright?" You asked, taking care to keep your tone soft and cordial. He scoffed.
"I assume Bossk sent you?"
"Yes and no. He told me that you weren't feeling so great but it was my decision to come." You replied, transfixed by the sight of his mouth. Previously hidden by a bronze mask, he sported dozens of wicked, carnivore-esque fangs. Long and sharp, you knew they could do some serious damage. You weren't sure why, but the thought aroused you. You ignored the warmth building in your cunt.
"He is delusional. There is nothing wrong." Embo replied, his golden gaze flicking to yours, noting the sudden, and potentially odd, fixation on his mouth. "You seem to have a staring problem."
You blinked and shook your head, an embarrassed tint marring your face. "I don't mean to. I've just… never seen anything like it."
"Mhm." Was all he said as he took a sip of his drink. A rivulet of the purple booze trickled down his lips, and his long, snake-like tongue flicked out to lick it up. Oh, there was that twinge in your cunt again. "Why are you still here?"
"I came to offer my services." You muttered in response, your mouth cotton-dry. He quirked a browridge, intrigued. "I was hired to take care of the Guild's guests. Of which, you are one. If there are any desires I can fulfill, you only need to speak them."
His gaze trailed down your body, as if he was inspecting a work of art; his gaze lingered on the swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips… but he didn’t reach for you. He hardly said a word as he set his goblet aside and waved you off dismissively.
“I want nothing from you.” He replied, though his tone betrayed otherwise. You crawled up onto the bed, slowly slinking toward him, your heart pounding in your chest. He didn’t cower from your approach, nor did he move to push you away; rather, he responded with a stubborn glare. He was a tough nut to crack, this one… but you know you’d get to him. No man could resist your charm… or your cunt.
You parted his legs, crawling into the newly freed space and planting yourself in between his legs. You rested your hands on the mattress on either side of his hips, and leaned up to look him in the eyes, mere inches from him. He didn’t falter, his gaze burning deep into your soul. A shiver prickled at your spine, and you fought the urge to move away.
“Don’t play coy, sir.” You whispered, saturating your tone with desire. For him. For what he hid beneath his layers of skirts. For that wicked tongue. Your hungry eyes found his lips, and you pressed even closer. “I know that you desire me. It’s okay to admit it.”
“And if I do not?” Embo hummed, still resisting, yet not pulling away. You faltered for a moment, trying to find the right rebuttal. Certainly, he wanted you. Now, how could you get him to admit it? “Is it so hard for people to leave me alone?”
You broke your act at this, pulling away to give him the space he seemed to long for. You sat back on your butt, watching him, waiting for him to make a move. He nonchalantly reached for his goblet, and thrust it at you.
“Bring me another.”
You looked at the goblet, and then at him. “Uh… yes sir.”
You took it and scuttled out of the room, holding it with all the care in the galaxy. You figured he wouldn’t be too keen on you dropping it or scratching it in any way. You expertly dodged any interlopers as you swept toward the bar. You set the goblet down and pushed it toward the tender, who met your glance.
“Embo?”
“Yessir. Give him whatever he was drinking before.” You rocked on the balls of your feet as you watched the tender pull out a large bottle - it was green with little gold accents, with a wide, circular base and a narrow neck. He poured out the purple liquid, gave it a few swirls, and then handed it back to you.
“Don’t let him drink too much more of this, okay? This stuff is potent.”
You nodded in understanding and hurried off towards Embo’s room, trying to hold the goblet as steady as you could. You knocked, but didn’t wait for an answer, and slipped into the room. In the time you had been gone, Embo had shed his numerous layers and had put on a silk robe. He was leaning on his bed, as he had been before, though now he looked much more content. You wondered if his drink had finally kicked in.
“Here you are, sir.” You handed him the goblet, and bowed your head respectfully. He bowed his head in response, and took a small sip, humming appreciatively. You eased back onto the bed, and he gestured to you.
“Have you ever had zhizhi wine, pet?” He asked. You shook your head.
“No, sir.”
“Open your mouth.”
You did as you were told; he tipped your head back and poured a small stream of wine into your open mouth. The wine was thick - disarmingly so - and tangy, though the sting of alcohol was nowhere to be found. The wine warmed your body as it went down, and though you couldn’t describe why, you yearned for more. You reached for the goblet, and he pulled it away from your grasp.
“That would not be wise, pet.” He told you as he cupped your chin and tilted your head back down. “You humans do not process it the same way we do. Just wait. You will know why I cannot allow it soon enough.”
You thought Embo was talking a load of shit and being a selfish prick, but it wasn’t long before you understood what he was talking about. You could feel the buzz of the alcohol on the edges of your consciousness, despite you only drinking one sip. You let out a snort, then a giggle, before covering your mouth with your hand.
“What the fuck?”
“I did tell you.” Embo hummed as he leaned back, setting the goblet aside; his dusty green skin had flushed a brighter green as the alcohol worked its way through his system. You tried not to stare, but you noticed, through a crack in his robe, that he was not wearing anything underneath. And that it seemed that he was getting excited… You decided that it would be beneficial to try again.
You slipped between his legs, feeling the warmth of his thighs against yours, and reached up to play with the neckline of his robe. His large hand rested on the small of your back in response. You supposed this was good news.
“Sir, I don’t intend to be rude but… you look like you could use some attention.”
“Perhaps I could.”
“Could I… untie your robe?” You asked, your cunt throbbing at the prospect.
“Not until I see you first.” He responded, the hand on your back sliding up until it found the zipper holding your bodysuit closed. He guided the zipper downward until it couldn’t go any further, and you leaned back to give him the right angle to undress you. He peeled the bodysuit off your body, watching with rapt attention at the skin that was slowly exposed to him. You helped him pull it the rest of the way off of you. He tossed it off to the side. His ravenous gaze trailed down your form, taking in every inch of your soft, human skin.
“May I…?” You asked, leaning closer to him; the heat which radiated from him was akin to that of a furnace. Sweat began to bead on your brow. But your interest in what he had underneath his robe far outweighed the temporary discomfort of sweat. Besides, you had a feeling you’d be sweating a lot more soon.
He wrapped his large hand around yours, and directed it to the loose knot which held his robe closed. You swiftly undid the knot, and watched as his robe fell open. His chest was lean but strong, and peppered with scars. But this wasn’t what interested you. No, what interested you was his cock - half-hard and already longer than a human. You reached out to touch it, watching for any indication that he wasn’t interested. He gave you none, and you wrapped your hand around it.
A low, sharp hiss worked its way from his mask as you slowly and surely stroked his cock. His cock hardened in your hand, lengthening even further, and you idly wondered if he’d be able to fit inside you. He threaded a hand in your hair and guided you closer to him.
“Mmm… you are so lovely…” He purred as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck. You stroked him steadily. His hands slid down to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his chest; you straddled his thigh, grinding your cunt against his leg as you stroked him. “Mmm… you are wetting my thigh, little pet. Do you desire more than this?”
“Yes.” You breathed as you reached up to cup his cheeks. You pressed your forehead to his as his hands gripped your hips.
“Do you need preparation?” He inquired, and you glanced down to his cock - there was no way it’d fit without some proper foreplay to loosen you up. You slowly nodded, and he leaned you back onto the mattress. He rusted around in his drawers, and produced a small, thumb-sized vibrator. It buzzed to life, and he drew it around your clit. You hissed.
“I didn’t - I wasn’t aware that you knew of human anatomy!”
“I am well aware of human pleasure-spots.” He chuckled as he rubbed the vibrator along your swelling clit. Sharp sparks of pleasure shot through your body, igniting the fire in your belly. You tensed, and he purred. “Does that feel good, little pet? Hm?”
“Yes…” You whined as he drew the tip of the vibrator up and down along your clit. Your breaths came out as strained gasps as your pussy drooled onto his bed. He let out a hum of appreciation, drawing his finger up and down the glistening seam of your pussy.
“Very wet… let us see how tight you are.”
He pressed a thick finger into your pussy, slipping in to the first knuckle so he could massage the spongey membrane of your g-spot. You squirmed, grabbing fistfuls of his sheets and closing your legs around his hand. “Yes! Yes, just like that!”
He did as you told, continuing to massage your g-spot while drawing a vibrator around your clit. The tension mounted, and the fire in your belly threatened to spill over; your body went stiff, and you threw your head back in anticipation, only for him to turn the vibrator off and remove his finger.
“W-what the hell!?” You snapped, the obscene orgasm you were chasing slowly subsiding. He loomed over you, one hand resting near your head while the other lined up his cock with your yearning cunt. His head pressed through, and you stretched to accommodate it.
“Is this more to your liking?” He asked, his breath rattling through his mask. You nodded, angling your hips to give him better access. He slowly eased in, watching your face for any indication of pain or discomfort. When he found none, he continued to press in until you had completely sheathed his cock. You swore his cock had pressed up under your ribs, though you knew this was not possible. You were so completely impaled by him. You had never felt anything like it.
He gave you ample time to adjust, before slowly easing out of you. The sudden absence of his cock made you whimper, and he shook his head.
“Do not be getting cock-dumb on me now, little pet.” He stroked your hair as he eased back in, his cock hitting every sensitive spot within your yearning cunt. Your head lolled back and your back arched toward him, and he took this as a sign to continue. You both hardly noticed the company at the door.
A loud, rattling hiss filled the air, and you turned to spy Bossk standing in the doorway. Embo growled but didn’t stop. In fact, he went faster, harder, delighting in the way that your tits bounced as he did so.
“What are you doing here?” Embo muttered between thrusts. Bossk was palming himself through his pants, his tongue flicking out to wet his maw.
“Came to see if you were doin’ okay.” Was all he managed as he tentatively approached, watching Embo’s reaction for any adverse reactions. Embo ignored Bossk as he reached up to unlatch his mask; he set it down on the bed within easy reach and leaned down, his tongue snaking out to lap at your nipple. He leaned down to wrap his lips around it, his golden gaze meeting yours. Your entire body shook with a mounting orgasm, and you closed your legs around Embo’s narrow hips.
“D-don’t stop!” You cried as he pulled away to ravish the other nipple. You were faintly aware of the unzipping of a zipper, and turned your head to find the source of the noise. Bossk’s two cocks were mere inches away, hard and yearning. Embo replaced his mask.
“Lift her up…”
Embo glared but did as Bossk asked, pulling you up against his chest. The pause in thrusting pulled you from the brink of orgasm, and you whimpered. Bossk slipped up behind you, pressing his chest into your back.
“Lube?”
Embo sighed and reached over into his drawer to produce a little bottle. Bossk took it with a purr and you listened as he squirted it all over his cocks. He slicked his length and rubbed the excess along your asshole, and you sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the breach.
What you weren’t prepared for was the head of Bossk’s lower cock prodding at your already occupied cunt. You gasped, holding onto Embo tighter as you stretched to accommodate both of their cocks. You never thought you could stretch this wide and yet… Embo hissed at the sensation of Bossk’s cock pressing up against his.
Bossk’s upper cock pressed into your ass and you leaned forward to bite at Embo’s shoulder to contain the scream which threatened to escape your lips. Slowly, Bossk inched into you; he panted in your ear, his tongue sneaking out to caress your neck.
“You’re so tight. Fuck!”
You whined, leaning back against him as they both slowly started jacking their hips, their cocks sliding in and out of you in tandem. Your nerves zapped with ecstasy as their cocks caressed every sensitive inch of your cunt. At the same time, the sensation of Bossk’s cocks rubbing against the thin wall of flesh separating them was enough to make your head spin. Embo’s hands went to your tits, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive, swollen nipples. Bossk’s hands gripped your hips tight enough to bruise.
In and out, in and out, over and over again; their cocks put you in a daze as your body started to shake. Your eyes fluttered shut as they both uttered curses in their native tongues.
“Oh, oh!! I’m gonna-!” You cried out as the warmth in your belly threatened to spill over. They picked up their paces, thrusting unequally now at an attempt to usher forth your orgasm. It worked. You arched your back toward Embo with a loud cry, and a rush of fluids spilled out around their cocks as fireworks exploded within you. You felt electric. You felt alive. They didn’t stop their thrusting, chasing their own orgasms now even as your cunt tightened around them. When you regained control, you leaned forward, resting against Embo’s chest. You peppered his neck with tiny kisses.
“Are you gonna cum for me?”
He nodded, a bit frantically, as his pace became erratic. This drove Bossk closer to his own orgasm, and soon, he too was off-pace. Embo came first, spilling deep inside you with a soft hiss. This was enough to send Bossk over the edge, and he followed suit, though he was much more vocal about it. Slowly, gently, they pulled out of you, and you felt their combined cum seep out of you.
“Fuck…” You muttered as you laid back on Embo’s bed. He laid down beside you, drawing the pad of his finger over your stomach.
“Are you finished, dear one?”
You shook your head frantically, and he chuckled. “Good… And you, Bossk?”
“I’m just getting started.”
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No - C. Hood
TRIGGER WARNING - ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT, DATE RAPE, PROTECTIVE CALUM AND MENTIONS OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU IN ANY WAY.
Thank you so much for this request. Sorry it took me so long, it was a lot to take in and I tried to do it justice in the best way I could. I am so sorry if any depictions are inaccurate, or if you don’t like this! Please do not read if this may trigger you in any way. Your own mental health is important so please take care of yourself. You will always have my support. No means no, and things depicted in this fic are NEVER okay.
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Original story by sarcastically-defensive17
The lights were flashing all around them. Strobe flashes dancing across the skin of each person crowded on the dance floor.
The bass of the music was thumping through the building, shaking the floor and reverberating through Y/N’s chest.
It was the final show of the tour, which called for a celebration. As such, Ashton had declared that the four men, and their significant others attend one of the more lowkey clubs in L.A. as to not draw much attention and to be able to enjoy themselves and celebrate the long tour they had put their all into.
The night was going well. Y/N danced until her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, Calum stayed by her side for most of the night until he was pulled away to do shots with Michael and Crystal, leaving his girlfriend with KayKay at the bar.
She had put effort into her appearance, donning a fierce up-do and a sultry red lip. Calum could barely keep his eyes away from her all night, and she ravished the attention.
She hadn’t been with them for most of the tour, as she had her own work commitments, so she was more than ecstatic to have her love home, and to be able to catch their last show and celebrate afterwards.
She had missed the man that she spent many days waking up next to. Her bed had never felt so empty, and her and Duke visibly longed for the presence of the Maori man.
Even now, as she stood with KayKay, her eyes stayed locked on Calum. He was focused intently on the conversation he was engaged in with Ashton and Michael. Crystal said something that they all perceived as funny, and Y/N’s face split into a wide grin as she watched Cal throw his head back in a laugh.
His cheeks rounded more, allowing the apples of the muscles to stand out. His teeth were on show, an infectious display that could force many to mirror him. His eyes shrunk, lids overtaking until they looked near shut, crinkles at the corners as evidence of a lifetime of laughter and joy. His smile was her favourite thing to gaze upon.
KayKay leaned in close to distract her from her stares, near shouting, yet her words were still muffled by the thumping bass and the sound of voices all around them.
Both women had grown accustomed to the struggle of hearing over loud music, as they had both spent much time in the crowd watching their men perform.
“I’m going to head to the bathroom. Don’t get into too much trouble,” her purple haired friend winked, sending her an air kiss before strutting away.
Y/N and KayKay had been close since they met, and the former couldn’t thank her best friend enough for introducing her to Calum.
She watched her friends retreating figure before casting her eyes towards the bar and sending a smile to the bartender who placed her cocktail down. They had a tab going for the band, so her card was refused as she offered to pay.
A hand slid across her lower back and she leaned back into the feeling of the large appendage, believing it to be Calum.
“Hey pretty baby,” a voice whispered in her ear. It was an eerie tone that sent the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Her body involuntarily jerked away from the person and met a smug grin on a pasty complexion.
The man in front of her would have been slightly attractive if she hadn’t already given her everything over to a man she believed to be twice the person that another could be. She was deeply in love with Calum, and no other could even begin to amount to the admiration she held for him.
“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone?” The man transitioned his grin unto a smirk, and Y/N found herself disliking the feeling of his blue eyes on her. They traversed up and down her body, lingering on her chest.
“I’m here with my friends and my boy-“
“Can I buy you a drink?” He winked, disregarding her attempt to shut him down and the fact that she had a drink in her hand.
She sighed, placing her cup between the two of them on the bar, “No, thank you. I already have one. I’m really not interested, I’m sorry-“
He stepped closer to her, enveloping her in his scent of BO cutting through the overdone cologne. “You don’t need to play hard to get with me, baby. I can see that you’re dying for a good time.” He winked and she found herself wanting to throw her drink in his face.
She cringed, looking over to the direction of the bathrooms in hopes to see KayKay come out but she frowned at the sight of her friend with Ashton and Calum.
A sigh left her red tinted lips as she turned back to the man in front of her. She picked up her drink and downed the remainder of it before fixing him with a deep frown. “Im sorry, I’m really not interested. Please learn to take a hint.” Her cocktail glass clinked against the bar as she rushed to the bathroom.
She emptied her bladder, washed her hands and just stared at her reflection in the mirror. She always felt uneasy when sly people resisted taking a hint, and she wanted nothing more than to head to Calum and spend the rest of the night with him and their friends.
Her stomach felt like it was flipping within her abdomen and a wave of drowsiness overtook her. She hadn’t felt so dizzy in a long time and she was struck with confusion at the sudden wave. She had been in the bathroom for maybe 15 minutes, and it had come on so suddenly.
Her eyelids felt unnecessarily heavy. When she blinked, she was sure her eyes stayed closed for at least 10 seconds. She hadn’t felt like that before, and it brought anxiety to the top of her stomach. Her hands were shaky, almost numb as she lifted them to brush sweat from her, now glistening, forehead.
It was a struggle to pull the door open, but she breathed a sigh of relief as two women opened the offending blockage allowing for her escape. She needed to find Calum, something wasn’t right.
She had only downed two drinks, no where near enough to be this intoxicated, nor had she taken anything that sketchy people in the club had been offering.
Her stomach was flipping and she could feel her pulse pounding beneath her skin. The thudding was vibrating through her skull, doing nothing to quell the dizziness.
Calum was over the other side of the club, she knew that much, yet everywhere she stepped she connected with another person.
Hands had brushed across her feverish body, sending her nerves alight and the lighting was beginning to make her eyes ache.
She wandered across the dance floor, eyes searching for her brown-eyed boyfriend but to no avail.
She had grabbed many people to save herself from falling over, her heels doing nothing for her legs that felt as shaky as a baby deer’s.
A hand secured around her upper arm as she fell into another body. The familiar blue eyes stared down at her and she tightened her grip on the man.
“Luke! Where’s Calum?” She slurred, standing as best she could with her current condition. “Somethings wrong. D’know what happened.”
Luke knew that Y/N wasn’t okay. He had known the girl for a long time, and had spent much time with her, as she was the girlfriend of one of his best friends. Y/N wasn’t the type to get drunk often. He had only seen her have more than three drinks once, and even then, she maintained her composure almost perfectly.
This was out of the ordinary.
Sierra was alarmed immediately. Y/N looked physically sick, but what set her off more was the man that looped his arm around her friends waist.
“There you are, baby. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” The main exclaimed, and Y/N gave him a tired look, unable to remove the offending arm.
“Excuse me, who are you?” Sierra gripped Y/N’s arm below Luke’s slowly tightening grip. Neither of them knew the man, and Sierra had a guess as to what his intentions were.
“I’m her boyfriend. Who do you think you are?” He glared at the two people, a smug grin on his face that sent a chill of anger down both Sierra and Luke’s spines.
“Si, go get Calum,” Luke told his girlfriend and she rushed off immediately, her small frame moving through the crowd quickly. “Look, mate, just let her go.”
“Are you deaf, asshole? She’s my girlfriend!” The man was getting angrier as the seconds passed and Y/N fell further and further out of consciousness.
“Bullshit.” Luke snapped. “What did you do to her?” His eyes were flaming with protectiveness. Y/N was part of his family and he felt every bone in his body wanting to hurt the man who had hurt her.
“I did nothing,” he grinned. “Now, if you don’t mind, my girl and I need to head home. As you can see, she’s a little under the weather.” His grin was sly, slimy. His eyes had a deeper motive hidden underneath the smirk and Luke’s stomach dropped at what he could imagine was going through the mans head.
“Like fuck you are,” a voice growled from behind the men, and the man who held Y/N turned with her body slumped against his in her now unconscious state. “Get your hands off of her before I break them.” Calum’s jaw was clenched, and he wanted nothing more than to throw his fist into the guys face but he wouldn’t do so while he had Y/N. He wouldn’t dare risk her getting hurt more so than she already had.
The man looses his grip slightly and Sierra grabbed a hold of Y/N. KayKay was on her other side, both supporting the woman as they led her outside and away from the men.
The man visibly retracted. His eyes became flitty, and his Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed heavily. Calum easily had some height on him, and the addition of both Ashton and Michael behind him definitely did nothing to lessen the building fear.
“What did you do to her?” Calum growled once again, every fiber of him spinning with anger at the man who tried to take advantage of his girl. “What the fuck did you think you could do to her?”
The man stumbled over his words, stepping back slowly, only to hit into Luke who remained behind.
“I slipped something into her drink. Look man, I was just looking for a good time, s’all. I didn’t mean anything by it.” The man raised his hands, face paling.
“You didn’t mean anything by it? Well that just makes everything fine!” Calum snarls, laughing sarcastically with malice shaking his every syllable. He stepped closer, trapping the pervert between himself and the other guys. “If I ever catch you trying that shit with Y/N or anybody else, I will make you wish you never had the thought to do that. You think you can just roofie and rape people and excuse it? You’re fucking lucky that you didn’t get her out of the door.”
The man was shaking in fear now, his body trembling as he fought to draw his eyes away from the angry Maori in front of him.
“I have half a mind to beat the shit out of you right now, but I need to do make sure my girlfriend is okay. If I ever see your face again, you won’t know what fucking hit you, you piece of shit,” Calum snarled, his face so close to the man that he could feel the hot breath on his cheek as he was threatened.
Luke nodded at Calum over the head of the man, signaling for him to leave as the guys waited for the security guards being sent their way.
Calum was alight was rage. He wanted to cry, scream, beat the shit out of that guy and apologise to Y/N all at the same time.
How could he leave her alone? How could somebody think it was acceptable to do that to another person? The night could have ended horribly for her, and he would never be able to forgive himself if it had have.
Y/N was unconscious as the women helped Calum take her home, and she slept the entire night. Calum could barely will himself to walk away from her, let alone sleep. He slept for barely 3 hours that night.
A groan startled him as the sun rose, Y/N sitting up slowly. His shirt was polled around her legs, and she had dark circles underneath her eyes.
She was upright for barely a second before she was stumbling to the bathroom, followed by Calum who sat beside her with her hair secured in his hands.
He had made sure to get her out of her party clothes last night and into one of the many shirts she had stolen from him. His heart broke even more as he watched her empty the contents of her stomach.
The retching ceased after a few minutes and she attempted to stand, but failing on shaky legs.
“Hold on, baby,” Calum told her, grabbing a cup from the cabinet above the sink and filling it with water for her. “Here.”
“Thanks...” her hand was pressed against her forehead, memories of the night before appearing in fragments in her mind. She knew she hadn’t had much to drink, but it took her a few minutes to remember what happened the night before.
The feeling of the venomous blue eyes watching her. The tangy taste of her drink. The heaviness of his hand on her waist and the way her eyelids refused to stay open.
She felt as if she had been struck by the worst motion sickness possible, and guilt washed over her as she thought of how her actions must have ruined the previous night.
“Are you okay?” Calum moved his hand towards her slowly, waiting for any sign of disapproval before gently resting his hand on her knee.
She shook her head, trying to stop tears from falling as she thought of the man from the previous night. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she didn’t raise her eyes to meet his.
If she had have, she would have seen the perplexed frown that he adopted. “What for?”
She sighed, hoping he would simply be mad at her, allowing her to forgo the explanation that she thought obvious to both of them.
“I should have been careful last night. I was stupid and because of me, I bet the night was ruined.”
“You should have been careful?” Calum gaped, watching as she softly nodded. “Babygirl you shouldn’t have to be careful.”
She rose her head, catching his eyes as he sat on the bathtub edge, staring down at her frame that was resting against the Basin cabinet. She cricked an eyebrow, confusion setting in her features.
“But I didn’t pay attention to my drink. If I hadn’t have found Luke-“
“A woman should be able to go to a damn bar and not need to worry about some sleezebag taking advantage of her, Y/N. I’ve been fighting with myself all night. I shouldn’t have left you alone, and I am so sorry that I left you to get into a position like that on your own, but you should be able to be fucking safe, on your own, in a fucking public space.” Anger was coursing through his body once again and he clenched his fists together, resting his forehead on them to try to hold back the angry tears. “A woman shouldn’t need to constantly have somebody witness her to guarantee her safety, and I want to ring that little assholes neck for thinking he could try and take advantage of you like that. I should have, but I didn’t. I should have been there for you, and with you. If you hadn’t have found Luke then I would never forgive myself.”
His shoulders began to shake softly, tears dripping down his forearms and onto the times beneath his feet.
She sat up on her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders to still his movements. Her own tears had been flowing for so long that she hadn’t realized the cool wetness on her flesh.
“Calum, baby, you have nothing to feel guilty about,” she met his brown eyes with her own orbs, his head shaking in disagreement as he sniffed. “You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only one to blame is that scum bag. I’m
going to report him today. I don’t want him to think he can try shit like that with any other person.”
“Want me to come with you?” He used his hand to brush some tears from her cheeks.
“Of course I do. I always want you with me, Cal,” she whispered to him, brushing the tears as they fell.
“I love you, and I’m so sorry that you went through that. I’m sorry I wasn’t there from the beginning.”
“It’s not your responsibility to watch over me constantly because other men think they have the right to do what they want to women whenever they want.” She smiled softly, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You have nothing to apologise for, my love. I’m just thankful that I have somebody like you to help me through this.”
“You’ve always got me, baby.” His eyes bored into hers with intensity, and she shifted forward to press her forehead against his.
“I need to thank Luke and Sierra. Between them and you, I basically have my own team of beautiful superheroes by my side.”
Calum laughed softly, standing and pulling her to her feet beside him, encircling her in his arms and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll always protect you, baby.”
Tag List: @mantlereid @theanswertoeverythingisl0v3 @starshonerose @another-lonely-heart
#calum hood x reader#luke hemmings#ashton irwin#5sos#calum hood#michael clifford#5 seconds of summer#me too movement#trigger warning#requested#im so sorry if this is bad
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Balls Deep | M+
Author’s Note: this work is entirely an act of fiction. if features subjects which may be triggering or uncomfortable to read, including but not limited to non-traditional and indecent sexual acts. i do not advocate or condone the use of this location for this purpose. please take the warnings seriously before continuing. | chanyeol’s pseudonym comes from Darcy Argue, a jazz composer/conductor
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: smut; public sex; alternate universe; married partnership; romance
Summary: While taking your class to lunch during a field trip, your husband suggests an indecent and amoral misuse of the McDonald’s playplace.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex; public sex; indecent use of a playplace; graphic sexual acts within a playplace; explicit language; dominating themes; light gagging; spanking; fingering (female receiving); unprotected sex; mentions of cumplay; dirty talk; creampie **please take these warnings seriously and do not read if you are uncomfortable
Word Count: 10K
Standing to the side of the eating area in Chicago’s largest McDonald’s, you cautiously eye the group of twenty first graders charged under your wing. They’ve scattered, as children are wont to do, spread throughout the restaurant floor, some eating, some chattering, and many playing. Looking at your watch, you see there’s still thirty minutes left to the scheduled lunch time, and let your gaze shift to the bus driver who eats alone, headphones tucked into her ears, enjoying her brief moment of peace.
This is not the first field trip you’ve chaperoned, however it is the first you’ve managed on your own, an undercurrent of pride making your chest swell. And it is this, perhaps, that exacerbates your anxiety considering there is something terribly, terribly wrong with this journey.
A hand slips beneath the waistband of your trousers, cupping your ass with strong, confident fingers, arm discreetly hidden under your coat and ensuring no one can see. The hand in question belongs to the only person allowed to challenge you like this, in public, at work; your husband, the man who understands you are always wanting him - especially when confronted with risk, and especially when you absolutely should not be wanting him at all.
The hand, to be frank, doesn’t even belong on the field trip. And so, this hand is a problem.
‘I can’t believe you’re here,’ you mutter through pursed lips. ‘I could get in so much trouble for this.’ Keeping a smile plastered to your face for the sake of the children, your eyes glaze slightly as you peer across the room, looking without seeing, putting in effort to avoid looking at the exquisite body attached to the hand., even though your vision craves to be flooded with nothing but him.
‘You know deep down you’re ecstatic I’m here,’ Chanyeol singsongs sweetly, casting a coy glance at your profile.
In your peripheral, you watch him smile, wide and long and so breathtakingly charming, and feel yourself blush, cheeks flooding with warmth. You hate that he controls the blood beneath your skin, even after all this time, and even from the moment you first saw him.
‘Yes, of course I’m happy,’ you sigh, turning to meet Chanyeol’s heated stare. ‘It’s just that you actually don’t have permission to be here and, oh hey, your hand is down my pants. And while I do want this, -’ Chanyeol squeezes the plump flesh of your ass cheek, smirking as you fall slightly forward, eyes fluttering with a quiet inhale.
Regaining your composure, you blink. ‘I’m not sure my students want to see the more private side of their teacher’s life.’
Momentarily believing you won the argument, you let yourself drown in Chanyeol’s eyes, luxuriating in the affection and adoration you find. Even behind his play, there’s an air of gentleness, one that wins over his irises, and lets your heart rate settle, readying for his hand to leave your skin.
But then, his lips into a wolfish grin, wide and impish and utterly feral, and all at once his sweetness dissipates.
‘Should I call you Miss Y/N, then?’ he beams, gifting your ass with another strong squeeze.
Stone faced, all your blood rushes to your toes, heart bottoming out in your cunt as adrenaline courses through your veins instead, betraying you. He knows you only like to be called Kitten in bed, and Miss when he's been particularly naughty.
‘You’re turning a field trip into a game of role play,' you mutter, words quick and voice low as you shake your head. 'This is exactly why you shouldn’t be here.’
‘That’s besides the point, bright star.’ Chanyeol moves closer, his shoulder nudging softly against yours and allowing the wind to carry his cologne through your open mouth, right onto your tongue. It drips, like honey, down your throat, warming everything it touches as you try to drink it down, realizing you are parched for him. ‘I’m right here, with you. Don’t I add a ray of sunshine to your otherwise bland day?’
Rolling your eyes, you try not to laugh. ‘I’m a little preoccupied, Chan. I’m working and - ohh, fuck what are you doing?’
You choke on a gasp as Chanyeol pushes his hand lower, deeper, sliding down through your underwear until his fingers toy gently with your folds, stroking idly with the barest of touches. You shiver, biting your lip to keep from making sound as your walls clench around nothing in anticipation. Mindlessly, your arm reaches for the tiled wall beside you, feeling the blood rush beneath your fingertips as your press against its coolness.
‘Just keep talking, baby,’ he whispers, voice low and full of gravel. He presses firmly against your slit with the flat of his hand, ensuring that his fingers do not slide in, teasing. ‘Stay calm. Don’t let anyone notice you, Miss Y/N.
There’s a hint of laughter in his voice, amusement and encouragement laced through the words, but your focus lands upon the weight and intention of his expression, the way he seems to burn before the long expanse of white snow just beyond the window, and all at once it hurts to breathe. Playfulness lives within the deep richness of his voice, but not in his eyes - heavy lidded and thick with desire. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, gaze cast downward at smooth expanse of your chest beneath your button up shirt. Chanyeol swallows thickly, brow furrowed with wanting, and he runs his index finger over your slit, lips twitching in a smile as he feels your wetness.
‘Chan,’ you whine, breathless as you struggle to find the right things to say. ‘I can’t think when you’re doing that, fuck me.’
Further excuses die on your lips, dissolving on contact with the heat of your tongue, your mouth, your skin, your lungs. It’s winter, winter in Chicago, and yet you are alight beside him, the thick wool of your coat suddenly too heavy for the temperature of his touch. Casting his eyes away from you and the dry, red part of your lips, his expression morphs into a smile of placid nonchalance as he slowly guides the tip of his middle finger into your core.
‘You don’t need to ask for it, baby,’ he teases, voice running over your skin, hot and heavy like melted chocolate.
Closing your eyes, you try to think of something, anything that is not his touch, his mouth, his hands, but come up empty. Attempting to maintain the slow, even pattern of your breath, you push your anticipation and craving for more aside, biting the inside of your cheek to keep your expression in check.
‘Chan,’ you begin, gathering your strength. Opening your eyes, your vision is blurred, unfocused. ‘Not here. Are you really insinuating that you would fuck me? In a McDonald’s?’
He hums, a deep rumble of thunder that makes your bones quake as he bends to kiss against your ear. ‘I thought it was established a long time ago that I’d fuck you anywhere.’
'Jesus Christ,' you breathe, blood starting to feel like a live wire. ‘You really can’t say those things to me when I’m working.’
Chanyeol laughs quietly, a musical, erotic sound that cascades down your spine and spreads fire along your joints, forcing a rush of wetness to your core that builds exponentially, only to be swept and swirled by his finger. It’s a delicate touch, not nearly satisfying or deep enough to bring comfort or relief, purposely keeping you on edge and on the precipice of demanding more.
‘It’s just as…hard for me,’ he murmurs, lowering his lips to your earlobe. Tilting away momentarily, he pushes your hair over your shoulder with his free hand before placing a chaste kiss to the soft flesh. ‘I want you all the time; feels like I can’t breathe if I’m not buried inside you.’ He swallows, the slow exhale through his nose raising gooseflesh on your arms as it travels down your neck. ‘One look at you, and I get hard on sight. I want my mouth full of you, your cunt full of me,' he finishes with a kiss, biting at the lobe before pulling away.
Skin wet and meeting his breathe in an alluring breeze, a chill rushes over you, eyelids fluttering as a whimper escapes your chest. He's got you exactly where he wants you, teetering on the edge of desire as you lean closer and closer to his side.
Pressing a final kiss just below your ear, Chanyeol turns away. ‘What’s that big plastic thing over there?’ he asks, pointing to the large play area in the adjoining room.
‘The play place?’ Your answer is nothing but air, a small exhale and a clipped enunciation which give away you are beginning to cave.
Sensing he's nearly won you over, he pushes his finger through your folds, up to the knuckle, and curls it, smirking as you cover your mouth to quietly release a moan. A chuckle reverberates within his chest, the baritone echo vibrating into your bones, as he offers a lingering kiss against your temple.
‘Let me fuck you in that.’
Raising your head to meet his gaze, you find the wild determination that has nestled at the corners of his lips. His cheeks are flushed, likely just as flushed as yours, breath coming heavily as his eyes cannot help but wander rather deliberately over your lips, having their fill of you. And still, his finger maintains its empty rhythm, promising more - something harder, something thicker, something deeper - and delivering none.
'Absolutely not,' you stammer, mind racing to formulate a coherent answer. 'That thing is crawling with germs.'
Chanyeol simply smiles, pushing his finger inside you to the hilt, slowly thrusting as he luxuriates in your wetness.
'Baby, you have a master's degree in education,' he counters, smirking as your head tips back to expose more of your neck. The heat of his breath washes over you, the fullness of his lips sucking at your exposed tendon. 'You can figure it out - lay down your coat, lay down my coat. Don't you have cleansing wipes with you?'
As long as you've known him, his voice has been your addiction, a sound that burrows into your blood and rearranges the chambers of your heart. You're alive with him, alive with the sound of him, and your thighs begin to ache - wanting and wanting to be wrapped around his, heels pressing into his back, feeling him, full of him. Breathless, your mind struggles to hold onto the words he says, caught up in the way he sounds, in the way he rolls through you, in the way he's yours, and only manage to truly comprehend the last things he says.
'Cleansing wipes?' Your voice stumbles over speech, awkward and saddened to follow the music he kissed into you. 'In my laptop bag, yeah. Why?'
You don't get it - rather, you cannot get it, all of your focus paid to the way his finger rocks into you, the knuckles of his other fingers meeting your folds with his teasing thrusts, and the frustrating of yearning for more fogs your mind. Images flash behind your eyes: you, riding him with your shirt open and his mouth at your breasts; you, on your back as the plastic melts into your spine, the thrust of his cock hitting deep enough for you think it could hurt if you were any less trusting; you, come running down your thighs and nipples reddened from his teeth.
And then, after seeing the ways he wants you and could have you, you finally understand.
'No!' you exclaim, eyes suddenly wide as you rear back to face him. 'Do you know how badly that will burn?”
Chanyeol simply blinks, expression unmoved. Dropping his voice an octave, his eyebrow twitches in an effort to remain utterly, unabashedly serious. 'Do you know how badly I want to fuck you?'
The words shoot straight to the hot center of your core, wetting your folds and letting his finger slide in deeper with ease. Body beginning to tremble with need, you watch as Chanyeol's focus bores into your soul, demanding and unwavering and craving, as redness spreads over his own neck. You've seen that flush countless times in your life, the beginnings of a fire that will blaze into you until you are spent and sweating; a fire that cannot be satiated, and you know he means it. When he flushes like this, he is only idly holding the remnants of his control, boxed in by a thirst that burns you both to ash.
That flush means he's been needing you since you left, since you woke up and made love sweetly - just once - and you left him, wanting you again and again, distraught and lonely and going hungry.
'Get me to the fucking play place,' you insist. 'Right now.'
A keening whine erupts from his throat, expression crumbling from one of pained concentration to one of adoration, passion, and longing. 'Happily.'
Chanyeol pulls his hand from your core slowly, taking his time so he does not hurt you, and ensuring you feel every movement of his hand. Hissing, your fingers ball into a fist against the tile and you keep your eyes on him, watching as he lifts his finger to his lips. Time seems to stand still as he runs the pad of his finger over his bottom lip, letting your juices create a glossy sheen over the plump flesh before he takes it into his mouth, eyes rolling slightly back as he drinks you off his skin.
'That's my goddess,' he says, tongue gliding over his lip to take the last of you down. 'Always so sweet for me.'
Transfixed by the movement of his mouth and tongue, you simply reach for his hand and guide him towards the play place, letting the wetness of his finger ground you in the moment. Coming to the entrance, you pause, Chanyeol bumping into you softly from the force of his eager steps, and watch as numerous children - some your students, some the children of other patrons - slide down into the ball-pit and eagerly crawl through the tubes at every level.
'I knew this was a terrible idea,' you mutter under your breath, gripping Chanyeol's hand tighter. Casing a narrowed gaze at your husband, you cock and eyebrow, expectant. 'How do you presume we get everyone out of there?'
Smirking, he rolls his eyes as he releases your hand. 'Are you or are you not an authority figure?'
Moving to the center of the room, Chanyeol claps his hands loudly several times, getting everyone's attention. 'Children!' he yells, not noticing the way some of the kids wince at his volume. 'Your teacher and I need to do a brief safety check of the play...thing. Go sit by the tables for 10 minutes while we check for....broken things and harmful objects.'
'Who are you, sir? A small seven year old from your class, Seo-Jun, comes to stand next to Chanyeol, tugging gently on the hem of his coat. He cranes his head upwards to see Chanyeol, seemingly unfazed by his height.
Painting a serene smile on his face, Chanyeol knees to meet the boy's eyes. 'I’m the music teacher, Mr. Argue,' Chanyeol explains, and you find yourself covering your mouth to stifle a laugh.
'But I’ve never seen you before,' Seo-Jun says, cocking his head to the side as he inspects Chanyeol's features, curious.
Without hesitation, Chanyeol places his hand on the boy's shoulder and turns him, rising to a stand. Then you obviously don’t come to class enough. Go sit. Safety first'
Seo-Jun hums as he walks away, considering Chanyeol and turning back to glance at him as he is joined by a friend, a smaller girl you recognize as Eun-Ha. She too casts brief looks at Chanyeol, lips pulled into a smile as she whispers to Seo-Jun skeptical of his presence. The rest of the children move without question, parents and other patrons herding their children away, eyes narrowed and wary of your presence.
Proud, Chanyeol returns to your side and takes your hand, leading you towards the entrance to the play place.
‘Excellent job, baby,' you praise with a giggle, 'But Seo-Jun is seven. He has no choice but to go to class with everyone else. They go together as a class at the same time every day.'
'I don’t know how this works,' Chanyeol huffs, though is fueled enough by his wanting that he does not pout. 'He’s sitting, isn’t he?'
Chuckling at his cheeky grin, you pause at a tubular entrance, studying the construct with a keen eye. There are three tubes that function as both an entrance and exit, a slide into a ball pit, a rope to climb, and a wall with foot straps that leads directly to a red square just below the center; within the construct, there is a ladder that leads into a further ball pit, and a tunnel that leads to a trampoline off to the side. The play place itself stretches upwards to the ceiling, and, while you are sure such physical tests of motor skills are easy to manage, as you scan the sizes of all the tubes you struggle to imagine how Chanyeol will fit inside with you.
'My love,' you begin, hearing Chanyeol release a noise of acknowledgement at your side. He steps closer, wanting to be as near as possible, mind racing as he formulates a strategy. 'How do you suppose you will fit inside this? That we will fit inside this?'
He shrugs, nonchalant. 'I’ve been practicing yoga lately. I’ve become quite the flexible man.'
'Brilliant,' you counter. 'So why don’t you just fuck yourself?' Turning to face him with a wide smile, you snort at his minutely scandalized expression, waiting for him to whine in distress.
Instead, he lets himself get close, as close as he was before, lips moving against your ear. 'Because,' he purrs, nose gently guiding your head to the side to make room for him, 'your cunt is the sweetest thing I’ve ever been inside. And nothing, and no one,' he continues, biting your earlobe gently enough to feel small pressure, 'will ever keep me from hearing you cry my name as you come.'
Your hand reaches for his arm, steadying yourself as your core clenches around nothing once more, nerves driven to the brink of desire. His arm wraps possessively around your waist, pulling you to his side, heart and mind aware of your faltering strength.
'Now,' he carries on, voice a little louder than he intends, propelled by his eagerness. 'I’ve thought about this. If I go in first and you follow after, there’s that big purple box up there.' Chanyeol points to a long rectangular box with a small window, high above the floor, in the center of the plastic fort. 'It’s big enough to fit two people. And besides, how else are parents supposed to get their kids, right? Adults are meant to fit in this for that reason alone.'
Considering his words for a few seconds, you find yourself agreeing with him. The rectangle is large enough to fit you both, and neither of you have ever been the type to back down from a challenge. Briefly, you recall the sweltering green plastic of a porta-loo at Lollapalooza, a 11AM fucking that could only happen when the porta-loo was clean and untouched. It put the sweat on your brow and neck, the smell of it lingering in your nostrils for hours, but the smile, and the satisfaction, lasted for days.
Running your hand through your hair, you sigh, regarding the play place with a sheepish smile. 'I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.'
Satisfied, with you and with himself, Chanyeol grabs your hand and squeezes it, a low exclamation of delight rolling through him as he gifts your cheek with a kiss. 'I shall never say you don’t love me.'
Your body tilts into his, pressing your cheek against his lips, luxuriating in the softness as your as flutter closed. He showers you in moments of affection like this always, hand reaching for yours and lips just as eager for a smooth expanse of your skin. Being parted, regardless of the length of time, hurts, blood and body addicted to one another, relieved only when you are close and savoring the contact.
He kisses your cheek three times like this, nose running along your cheekbone in ardor, breath catching in his lungs as he takes in the smell of your perfume.
'Thank you,' he murmurs, lips moving against your skin. 'For wanting me.'
Pulling away from him, you swallow thickly, looking down at your feet and letting a wave of longing glide along your nerves. Wetness pools at your core once more, and you can feel a patch of slick growing on your underwear.
Lifting your arm, you gesture vaguely at the play place. 'Get on with it, then.'
Nodding enthusiastically, Chanyeol discards his jacket, folding it neatly before placing it at your feet with a grin. Adoration pools in his irises, and you feel yourself begin to drown before he moves, getting on all fours with an eagerness you find to be adorably childlike. With a shake of his bum, Chanyeol makes for the green tube, quickly negotiating his entrance as though he had come prepared for an excursion like this. Once inside the tube, the echoes of his clambering reach your ears, and you rest the back of your hand against your lips, chuckling to yourself as you hear the banging of his large feet carrying him, messily, through the tube.
'Yoga paying off then?' you call with a giggle, listening for sounds that give away his location.
'Fuck off.' Chanyeol's voice carries slowly, muffled by the thick plastic that separates you from him.
'What am I supposed to say if you get stuck in there?'
You smile widens when your only response is a muffled hum of exasperation, the sounds of his struggle falling quiet. Even without him beside you, the tension in the atmosphere continues to linger, heightened by the silence and the shift in humor. His focus on achieving his goal is palpable, seeping through the play place and quickening the speed of your blood through your heart. Always, he is like this, committed to winning only slightly less than he is committed to you, and when the two collide, there are few things that could ease him out of such an intense state of wanting.
Bending to pick up his coat, you press your face to the wool, letting your eyes fall closed as his cologne makes your lungs burn. Just the scent of him makes you salivate, the softness of the fabric ticking your cheeks and raising a phantom touch of his fingers, memories of all the times he's cupped your face as he kissed you, held your face in his hands as he rocked into you, thumbs wiping tears from your eyes the night he proposed, after your first fight, after he told you he loved you.
His hands have been all over you, and still you feel him, always, wanting him just as much as the first time he looked you in the eyes, ears red and mouth dry, telling you he wouldn't be able to sleep if you went another night knowing how badly he needed you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of light tapping, a rhythmic pulsing from somewhere in the fort, and you raise your head, smirking, expecting to hear his needy plea for help within a tube. Instead, you find your husband within the purple rectangle, peeking out the small window, beaming and waving, pressing his hand and forehead to the plastic, silently begging you to join him.
'Would you look at that,' you mutter. 'Looks like we'll be using my coat, then.'
Dropping his coat back to the floor, you regard the tube skeptically before sighing, getting on your hands and knees to mimic Chanyeol's approach. After a few moments of awkward, uncoordinated crawling, you emerge from the end of the tube, finding yourself at a fork. The route to your right appears much smaller, enough that you would have to crawl on your stomach to make through entirely, and cannot fathom how Chanyeol would have fit his legs through the corners. Heading left, you crawl until you find yourself at a thin, narrow ladder leading up to the red cube below the purple one.
With an exasperated sigh, you pull yourself out of the small space, navigating carefully, so you can get on the ladder without slipping.
'Chan, how the fuck do I get up this without breaking things?' you ask, looking around and feeling certain this ladder will not hold your weight.
'I dunno,' Chanyeol's voice comes, distant yet remarkably close, echoing around you through the tunnels. ‘Climb.’
'Fucking...climb where,' you mutter, hoping for a different ladder to be mentioned.
'I went up the wall grip,' Chanyeol says matter-of-factly, assuming you and everyone else you have met in your life knows exactly what he is referencing.
'Helpful.'
You begin climbing the ladder, slowly placing your shoes on each rung and pausing so that you don't slip, hoping that the ladder doesn't tip back. The yellow metal is slippery, and with each grasp you sneer, hoping it's just because your hands are clammy, that the heat from desire has mixed with the heating of the building and the heat that has gathered in the play place, making everything feel damp.
'How’s it going, precious? Where are you?' Chanyeol’s voice calls, encouraging and excited.
'I’m climbing the ladder of death,' you manage, reaching the top and seeing a tilted entrance to the red square.
Narrowing your eyes, you look down to your feet, keeping aware of the heel of your shoes as you coordinate flattening yourself enough to push yourself both off the ladder and up into the square.
Chanyeol's laugh ripples through the tubes, a symphony that makes you grip the plastic landing with fervor. 'I’m fairly certain you’re making that sound far more exciting than it actually is.'
'Children are meant to climb this, Chanyeol.' Pushing yourself up into the red square, you let yourself be led by the sound of his voice. 'Not grown adults.'
'How did you even get there?' he asks, though he does not pause for your answer. 'You must have gone the wrong way.'
Emerging into the purple rectangle, you cock and eyebrow at him as he beams, scrambling to take your hands and helping you inside. 'I didn't know there was a map for fucking.'
Pulling you into the center of the rectangle, Chanyeol's smile morphs from one of an amused grin to one of profound affection, irises swimming with a heady combination of want and need and unprecedented devotion. He lets himself have his fill of you as you settle, his penetrating stare raising the temperature several degrees just by its intensity. Moving your hair from your face, he lets his fingers card through the strands, his expression softening.
'You made it,' he praises, forehead dropping to yours before pressing a kiss to your nose.
Inching closer, you relish the way he never fails to create a cocktail of almost painful arousal and blood deep longing that burns, not unlike a star, between you as you fall heart first into one another. Letting your foreheads touch and breaths become shared for several moments, luxuriating in the act of breathing and existing together, you feel a wave of desire course through your veins as he hums, lost in pleasure and becoming carried away with the totality of you. Shaking your head, you pull back, settling on the floor as your cross your legs, looking from side to side with a grin.
'This is...cozy,' you tease, cocking your head to the side playfully.
Chuckling, Chanyeol pushes back to settle on his legs, rotating so his back rests against the wall, creating enough space for his long limbs to extend in front of him. He enthusiastically spreads his arms, inviting and welcoming you to him, and you eagerly comply, moving to his side to sling one leg over his lap, settling on, and against, him with a contented sigh.
Delicately cupping his face in your hands, you let your fingers stroke over the shell of his ears and lean forward to capture his lips in a kiss, corner of your mouth curling into a satisfied smile as he releases a small, relieved moan. His hands grip your hips beneath your coat, pressing you roughly down against his groin as he rolls up into you slowly, gently, enacting a promise of what's to come. Licking at his lips, he opens for you, tongues touching and gliding, your hands shifting to the base of his neck, fisting in his hair and massaging his scalp in encouragement.
Breaking the kiss, his head falls back, mouth open and panting as he struggles to catch his breath, lips red and wet, eyes dark from the dilation of his pupils.
'Better?' he asks with an impish smirk, a gruff sound that barrels through you, pooling in your belly.
'Tons.'
Claiming his lips once more, you try to keep the kiss chaste, hoping to tease the edges of his control as you move down to his jaw, his thumbs rubbing hard circles into your hips through your pants. But his hands move swiftly, sensing you're ready to pull away, and he places one hand firmly on the back of your neck, keeping you in place, deepening the kiss as he rolls up into your center once more. Through his pants, you feel the hardness of his cock beginning to form, the pressure against your core, even through layers of clothes enough to send a choked breath tumbling into his waiting mouth.
Running his tongue along your bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth, he lets his hands slip away from your neck, reassured he has you where he wants you, and lets his fingers nestle beneath the collar of your shirt. It’s a featherlight touch, the tickle of him against a soft, rarely touched and barely seen part of you sending a pool of anticipation and wetness to your folds, and you feel how slick you have become as you move against him.
Hands still gripping his hair, you tug him back, breaking the kiss as you grind down into his lap, transfixed by the way his brow furrows, eyes locked on yours and tongue coming to lick his lips before he bits the flesh in wanting. Repeating the action, you grind into him and his head falls forward onto your shoulder, body wired and hands needy, his level of arousal given away by the slow dry thrust he offers to your core.
'Tell me this wasn’t a good idea,' Chanyeol moans into your neck, lips moving against your skin as he speaks.
With a growl of possessiveness, he places a wet kiss at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His hands push the collar of your shirt aside, forcibly enough the button at your breasts slips open, and attaches his lips to the skin before he nips at you, teeth ghosting over the places his tongue so deftly heats. Clutching at him, your hands leave his hair to press your fingers into the muscle of his broad shoulders, shuddering through a current of arousal as your head tips back, opening to him, offering and giving yourself over to his heart, his mouth, his soul.
Enticed, Chanyeol takes a hand away from your hip, smiling as you whine at the loss of contact, and cradles the back of your head against his palm. Nuzzling against the center of your throat, he mumbles a low curse before biting at the tendon, sending fire into your veins and making you grind deeply against his lap, aching to hold him inside you.
‘It was an awful idea,’ you whimper, tugging at his hair once more to move his face away. Gliding your hands over his shoulders and down his arms, you grip his hands and guide them to the buttons of your shirt. ‘But I need you, and I don’t really care where or how it happens. I just need you to hurry up.’
He releases a breathy laugh, large fingers struggling to undo the small buttons of your shirt without requiring further encouragement. ‘We’ll have to keep quiet, baby,’ he reminds you with an unsteady tone, ears turning an adorable shade of crimson as your shirt falls off your shoulders and down your arms. With your breasts exposed, you watch as he swallows, rolling up into your core as he kisses at your chest. ‘Think you can manage that?’
Bringing your hands to his neck, you slide them down to his tie, tugging at the Windsor knot with vigor as you smile.
‘Can you?’ you counter. ‘Or will we have to use this?’
Using two fingers you push his face gently away from your chest, showing him the end of his tie. Years together and still be blushes at the sight of you, spine and body and mind wound to a coil at the knowledge you are his, no one else’s, and the very thought always sends his voice to an octave of possession that makes your bones rattle. Truthfully, you are both vocal, but his voice hits like thunder, juts against your skin and burrows into your pores with the same earnestness as he buries himself into you, keeping you full and keeping the world on edge, knowing you are his, you are his, you are his, and he absolutely will never let you go.
Nostrils flaring at the thought of either you or he, or both of you, so caught up in lust and loving that you crave one another’s names into your skin from the volume of having and taking that a gag is required, he pulls his hands from your body. Brow turning severe and demanding, he juts his chin forward and lowers his voice, stepping into a place of authority.
‘Bra off. Undress yourself for me,’ he commands, undoing the rest of the knot.
With wide eyed obedience, you bring your arms back to the clasp of your bra, unlatching it and wishing the silk of your fingers was the rough callous of fingertips, aching for the heaviness of his touch. It falls away from you the same moment his tie slithers from his neck and into the space between your bodies. Sweat builds at your hairline and the base of your neck, settling into grooves you did not know you contained until he roused the full length of your being, skin slick with a craving for his body on yours that borders precariously on greed.
Enthralled by the harsh rise and fall of his chest, you kiss sweetly at his lips, nipples hardened by a yearning for his palms against the sensitive nerves. And it hits you, amidst the voraciousness of your appetite and the endless stretch of utter reverence your heart carries for him, that this kind of wanting has thrown you both off your axis, delivered you to the brink of a risk that carries a dangerous consequence.
Stomach dropping, you let the anxiety coat your throat as you speak. ‘Chan.’ Your hands come to hold his, halting his motions of unbuttoning his shirt, steadying his movements.
Immediately, he stops, gaze full of concern and scans your body for hurt or marks or a reason he should stop. Always, this is his gut reaction to a hint of sadness or worry in your voice - a soul bound promise to ensure your wellbeing, and ensure he loves you back into the sun.
Gliding his hand over your cheek, fingers moving into your hair as he strokes the strands, his other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you as close to his chest as he can. ‘What is it, baby?’
Softening at his concern, your own hand rests against his cheek, breath catching in your chest with a mild ache as he leans into your touch. ‘We do shit like this all the time, but...now, I could lose my job.’
Nodding, he catches your lips and searing kiss, pouring his encouragement and understanding into your blood. You drink it down, hoping that this kind of affection will give you wings, will provide you the confidence to be young and free and wholly alive, and in love, in the arms of the man who taught you to be brave. But still, he gives you an out, refusing to push you to a limit you aren’t ready to take.
‘We don’t have to, baby,’ he affirms, breaking the kiss and regarding you with a conviction that makes your mouth run dry. ‘Not if you don’t want it.’
Shaking your head, you pull his hand from your hair, twining your fingers together in reassurance. ‘I do. You know I do.’ He lifts your clasped hands to his mouth, dropping a kiss against your knuckles. Overwhelmed by the kindness he radiates, you offer him a tender smile, even when half-hard and longing to be buried between your thighs. ‘But there’s a window right there. What if someone sees?’
Chanyeol's gaze shifts away from your face, settling behind you to regard the small clear circle. He pauses briefly, mind racing and thoughts loud enough you can almost hear them, before he breaks into a wide grin, releasing his hand to guide your hips up and away from his lap. Abruptly, he flips you, swiftly moving his hand to your mouth to muffle your exclamation of shock and squeezes your hip in warning. Now, with you resting on all fours he curls over your back, planting a wet kiss to the center of your spine, easing your bodies forward until your face rests directly in the center of the window.
‘Then you’ll have you keep watch.'
You can hear the smirk in his voice, the blissed out honey cadence he adopts when he gets to be the one in control, leading your fucking with a confidence that makes your thighs clench, inner walls gripping at a hollow sense of nothingness.
From this angle you can just make out the edges of the tables, will see the moment anyone approaches the play place and can alert Chanyeol to stop. But still, you are reminded of the risk of someone approaching, the heat of anxiety urging you along to finish, and to finish silently, with Chanyeol’s hands and skin all over you.
And you'd protest this angle, would remind him that this is wrong and unprofessional and illegal, if you did not want him just as violently, too, since you left him in the morning. You came, loudly and into the smooth angle of his shoulder, clutching at his arms with enough pressure to tear straight through to the bone, but still you wanted him. You got out of bed, naked and sweating and trembling, and still you wanted him. You got dressed, covered your sensitive groin with underwear that moistened on contact, and still you wanted him.
This, of course, was his tactic. To remind you there are many other ways to be seen, and to be had, and he would always find his way to drink his fill of you, choosing the most isolated approach to assure your body in pleasure was for his eyes only. Taming you, his universe, for all the world to see if only they would look up.
Rutting against your ass with a shallow grunt, the pad of his index finger runs over your bottom lip, tracing the flesh with a roughness that makes blood rush beneath the skin.
'Why didn't you wear a skirt today?' he laments, dipping his finger into your open mouth. Closing around it, you suck at the digit, eyes falling closed as you imagine your mouth full, wrapped around his cock with your head held firmly in place. His voice breaks, stumbling over his words before he can properly gather them. 'Would have been so much faster to get inside you.'
Pulling his finger from your lips with a soft pop, his hands move to the button of your trousers, thumbing it open and undoing the zipper as his other slips beneath the waistband of your underwear. He grips the band of your pants firmly, ready to tug them down at a moments notice, but instead lets two fingers trace the wetness that has smeared over your folds, gliding them along your slit without letting them push inside. Biting your lip, you press your ass back against his hips, feeling the full force of his erection at this angle, and shiver, wanting to be full twice over.
'I could have looked you in the eye when you come around me,' he continues through grit teeth, meeting your ass with a thrust that makes him hiss. 'Asking me with your eyes to fill you up, quiet but aching for it.'
His hand leaves you, slipping up and away from a core that makes you whine in displeasure. Behind you, Chanyeol chuckles at the sound, a dark laugh that tumbles down your back in an avalanche. Guiding your pants over and down your ass, he pushes them down to your knees, walking his hands up your legs before scratching at the sensitive skin where your thighs meet your groin. Lowering your chin to your chest, you exhale silently, nails digging into the plastic to keep yourself quiet.
'When I saw you put these on this morning,' he says, snapping the band of your underwear, 'I immediately wanted to take them off.'
Silently, you curse, the atmosphere becoming thick and heady. All of your body feels dampened by him, cunt and pores dripping with want for him, saliva wetting your parted lips and pussy aching to be soaked full of him. He lets both hands slide over your stomach, pausing his ministrations, pulling your back into an arch against his chest, and demanding that you listen. Raising your head, you look back out the window, vision unfocused and note the way life seems to continue, mundane and dull, not fifty feet below.
'You expected me to just let you walk away from me.’ Mouth against your ear, he licks at the shell, moving his hands up slowly to cup your breasts, massaging the supple flesh . 'My come still dripping down your legs, staining you so pretty.'
Clenching around nothing at the rich chocolate of his voice, you release a wet moan, rolling your shoulders forward slightly to put more of your breasts in his hands. 'Chan, please.'
'What do you want, kitten?' he whispers, sounding so sweet, so docile, so utterly, unbelievably dangerous.
'Your fingers,’ you try, pushing back against his groin. Lifting one hand, you reach back, hoping to palm against his cock, but he removes his hand from your chest, grabbing your wrist to press it back to the floor. With a soft whimper of defeat, you try again ‘Want your cock inside me. Please, anything.'
He hums, considering your words and releasing your wrist to settle between your legs. Sliding the line of your underwear to the side, the pressure against your folds making you sigh, he swirls two fingers over your cunt. The sound of your wetness seems to echo in the plastic cube, though you know it’s just your heightened senses making everything - everything about his touch, his breath, and the almost painful emptiness of your inner walls - resonate.
'Do you know what I wanted this morning?' he asks, voice low as he presses the tips of his fingers inside you.
Whelmed by the sudden something moving inside you, you simply shake your head, luxuriating in the sensation of his skin and bony knuckles as they spread you delicately before moving further into inside, to the second knuckle.
'Words, kitten. Use them,’ he commands. ‘Or do you want me to spank you? Remind you what happens when you disobey?'
Removing his other hand from your breast, he slides the fullness of his palm down your spine before lifting it, delivering a light slap at the same moment he lets his fingers push deep inside you to the hilt.
A moan builds in your chest, threatening to splinter the cage bones before you catch it, choking on the sound.
Swallowing thickly, you inhale deeply, letting the oxygen burn before you speak. 'What did you want?'
He sets a slow rhythm with his fingers, spreading them with every other outward thrust to prepare you. The bones in his knuckles tease you, and you clench around his hand, desperate to hold him inside.
'I wanted to fuck my come back into you,’ he bites you, ‘add more to it before I spread it over your chest. Maybe even come on your tongue.'
Chanyeol adds a third finger, speeding up the rhythm and lets his other hand fall back on the soft flesh of your ass, spanking you harder this time over your underwear. Moaning, you squeeze your eyes shut, wiggling back into his palm as he massages the area before he reaches for the band, pulling your underwear down and letting the curve of your cheeks keep the band in place.
‘You felt how much I wanted you too,’ he chastises. ‘Felt my dick against your hip and you got up, gave me a full view of this ass like I wouldn’t want another bite.’
Again, he lifts his hand, creating a slight breeze in the air that makes the wetness at your clit and thighs tingle. This time, his spank is hard, a crack that seems to detonate around the plastic. A soft cry is wrenched from your lips, legs starting to tremble as you lift the back of your hand to your mouth, muffling your exclamation of pain and pleasure.
Noticing your weakening resolve, Chanyeol stops the soothing rub of your skin prematurely, letting the sting of his palm burn into the flesh as he blindly sends his hand seeking. It’s not a deep hurt, certainly nothing compared to the times he’s slapped your ass red, punished you for the way you called him at work and talked him to a painful erection; the way you wrapped your lips around his cock and sucked him to the edge only to walk away, going back to dinner with his parents; the way you wore silk to his office’s holiday dinner, and sat far away from him all night, spreading your legs wide to reveal your lack of underwear every time he walked by.
No, this sting is positively placid compared to the times he’s ensured you would not sit without remembering his hand, but it aches just the same, tightening the muscles in the base of your spine and suddenly making you painfully aware of your neglected clit.
Chanyeol releases a soft noise of satisfaction before bringing his hand to your face, fist full of his tie.
'Open up,’ he commands. ‘You’ll have to bite down on this to keep yourself quiet.’
Obediently, you open your mouth, letting him gently push the fabric inside, the bulge of the base tucked against your tongue and ensuring it does not come apart.
‘Can you breathe, baby?’ Chanyeol softly takes your chin and turns your head toward his leaning, over you to make sure you are safe. ‘Comfortable? Let me know if it’s too much.’
Eyes locked on his, studying the deep black of his pupils, full of lust and longing and concern, you nod, thinking this kind of affection would be sweet if he did not curl his fingers at the first sign of your approval, grazing the sweet spot inside you with practiced diligence. Immediately, your eyes blow wide, biting down on the tie and letting it muffle the exclamation of ecstasy he rips from you.
And all at once, his hands on you disappear, leaving you alone and slipping from your center with a speed that makes your head look frantically back to his, seeking an answer.
'Play with yourself,’ he mutters before slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking your juices from them. His eyes roll back briefly, tongue peeking out to lap the spaces in between. ‘I need to undo these and I don't have much room.'
The pun of his reference to the space inside the cube and the lack of room within his trousers makes you smile, but only momentarily. Wiping a hand on your leg, hoping the traces of sweat that have built along your skin will clean some part of you fingers and knowing, with lament, that it will only aid in ensuring they become more sticky, you lightly toy with your clit. The relief you had hoped for does not come, and you know, without a shadow of a doubt this was his plan.
You would never touch yourself as forcibly as you craved, always hyper aware of the germs children carry, the germs of public spaces, thrilled by the risk and disgusted by the consequence, trapping yourself in your own tug of war that kept you on edge and waiting for him to push you.
Chanyeol wastes no time in undoing the button and fly of his trousers, already too far gone in his own wanting to delay his pleasure. He’d wanted you since morning, wanted you since he decided to come to you, wanted you before he’d stepped inside the restaurant, and now that he has you as he wants you, there is little control left within his veins to cool his blood. He tugs his pants and briefs down in one swift motion, the length of his erection springing free and standing tall.
Gripping it steadily with his hand, he settles back behind you, kissing your ear, your cheek, your neck as he places his knees comfortably between yours.
‘Hands and knees, kitten,’ he says gently, biting the juncture of your neck and shoulder hard enough for it to bruise. ‘Make sure no one sees.’
With your hands in place and your forehead lulling enough to rest against the window, Chanyeol guides the tip of his cock to your center. Your eyes flutter closed as you feel the come and go of his hand as he pumps himself, taking the wetness from your thighs and folds, spreading it over his length.
‘I can slip right inside,’ he murmurs to himself. ‘You get so wet for me. I’m so lucky to have a pussy made of velvet.’
And with that, he pushes himself slowly inside, gripping your hips to keep you both steady.
Grateful for the tie in your mouth, you moan at the feeling of being spread so full, whining desperately as he rolls his hips, delivering himself to your center and burying his cock inside you to the hilt. Without hesitation, Chanyeol pulls his hips back with an agile snap, only to come forward again, the bones of his hips smacking into yours and making you slip forward. He sets a punishing rhythm, fingers pressing into your flesh hard enough for you to know you will be carrying his marks - the indentation of his teeth on your shoulder turning a soft shade of lavender, the dots of his fingers surely deep enough to adorn a regal shade of blue, and the sweet red of the hickeys he kissed onto your neck blooming not unlike the petals of flowers.
The hot steel of his member scorches you, sends your heart beating into your throat, the rush of your blood flooding your ears as your tongue throbs in time with your pulse. Already, you feel yourself clenching around him, wanting him deeper, wanting him harder, wanting him everywhere, and know that you will not lost. In public, you rarely do, given over to the raw intensity of lust, scorched thin and turned to ash before either of you moves within the other.
Chanyeol bends down against your back, dropping his teeth to the indents he had created without applying any pressure, grunting against your skin and licking aimlessly with his tongue as he thrusts into you. The wet sounds of your fucking fill the cube, and the thought crosses your mind briefly that such a vigorous rhythm will surely give you away, but it bleeds away, burned by the press of his tip against your spot. It’s hard to focus on much other than this, the pound of his hips against yours, the almost painful way your skin presses into the plastic - marked by something other than his touch - and the way the intoxicating aroma of his musk has started to temper the atmosphere. You smell him, deep down into your lungs, and you choke on him, crying out into the tie and wishing it was his mouth swallowing your voice whole.
‘You’re so pretty when you’re like this,’ he mutters, lifting his mouth from your shoulder and pressing it to your ear. ‘Stuffed full of me and wanting more.’
Clenching around his cock, you reach weakly behind you, grappling for his hip to scratch a long line against the skin. The most sensitive part of him, his sides, was always your crutch, a method of regaining an element of power when he had you this way, but once again, he grabs your wrist and presses it back to the ground, rolling into you slowly before pulling out, leaving just his tip inside you.
‘Stay still,’ he threatens, rolling his hips in figure-eights. ‘You know how we both get when I let you touch me.’ He eases his cock back inside you, offering you shallow, tantalizing thrusts. The tease makes your thighs shake. ‘I’ll scream your name tonight, when you’re the only one who can hear me beg for you.’
You can’t answer, violently torn between shaking your head no and nodding your head yes. When he’s like this, often his head is thrown back in bliss, Chanyeol yelling your name like a prayer, and you miss it - miss the music in his soul, the enduring cry of pleasure is yours. But instead, you scratch along the plastic, rocking your ass back against his cock, hoping to take him deeper.
‘I’m going to make you come,’ he says, speeding up his thrusts once more as his hand ghosts over your arm, down your stomach, before pressing gently on your mound. ‘I’m going to make you come and I want to feel it.’
With that, he resumes unforgiving rhythm of his thrusts, his fingers diving down over your cunt to tap in time against your clit. The shock of firm, precise pleasure against the swollen bundle of nerves makes your walls clench erratically, your ass thrusting back against his hips messily, desperate in your uncoordinated attempt to reach the climax you can feel building in your belly and thighs. Eyes starting to water, your vision blurs, breath coming in strained huffs as he alternates taps and swirls of his finger in time with his thrusts.
‘That’s it, kitten,’ he coos, his own thrusts losing their rhythm as he nears his orgasm. ‘Come all over my cock. Let me fill this pussy up. And be quiet about it.’
Inside and around you, he is relentless, leading you over the edge before offering a final push, pressing roughly against your clit as he hits your spot. Muffled, your tongue licks at the tie as you struggle to yell his name, clenching around his cock as your back arches, orgasm making the blood in your veins feel like wildfire. The coil in your belly releases in waves, rolling down and through your skin in a torrent that makes your nerves ache. You feel him, all of him - deep inside you as you tremble around him; against your skin, his chest slick and his mouth wet, his own whines sadly tucked away inside his throat; within your bones, rocking the structure of your marrow into something that carries nothing but the kiss of his name.
Chanyeol is a sensory overload, the totality of him making you throb through your orgasm, vision hazed by white and pussy dripping over him, the wet squelch of your release making the cube sound as though it’s starting to sweat.
His thrusts gain momentum as the aftershocks of your orgasm pushes your nerves into oversensitivity, though they are hardly coordinated. Against your legs, his thighs begin to shake, trembling with the oncoming storm of his own releases. With a few thrusts, his hand moves away from your clit to grip your hips, his head falling into the base of your neck as he comes, hot and wet inside you, the warmth of his release coating your walls and mixing with your own juices.
He stills against you, both of you shaking together, rocked by the force of want and coming down from the raw tempest of yearning you both keep locked away, as best you can. Slowly, his fingers release your hips, rubbing soft, gentle circles over the bruises in apology as his lips give shape to barely audible whispers.
‘I love you,’ he mutters to himself, blissed out and unwilling to find reality. ‘I love you, I love you, you’re everything, my heart.’
Smiling to yourself, you bow your head and spit out the tie, squinting as your eyes burn with sweat and tears. Your limbs are unsteady, bones feeling not unlike gel and ready to give out at a moments notice. Reaching over your shoulder, your fingers graze at his hair, carding through the strands to stroke him back to you, back to the pillar of control you need to help you come down.
Slowly, he comes back to himself with a tiny whine, kissing up your spine as he gently eases his softening cock from your core. Whimpering in discomfort, you let your arms give out beneath you, only to find Chanyeol’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest as he holds you close. Turning to face him, you nuzzle into his neck, reminding yourself you cannot fall asleep - you absolutely cannot fall asleep - even though you so desperately want to you.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks, kissing your forehead as he smooths your hair from your face.
‘I’m fine,’ you croak, throat dry from lack of use and the strain of being gagged. ‘I’ll need a bottle of water, though.’
For a few seconds, you let yourself be held, glad for the privacy and glad for the protective strength in his arms as he holds you. Eventually, you hear the distant murmurs of children just beyond the play place, adrenaline becoming replaced with anxiety.
‘How do you suppose we get out of here?’ you ask, eyes popping open as you peer at him. ‘I’m not strong enough to go back down that ladder.’
Chanyeol chuckles, kissing you deeply before winking.
‘I thought about that, too,’ he says with a smirk.
‘Oh, no,’ you groan, having already seen where his thoughts have lead you.
‘There’s a slide right here that leads to a ball pit,’ he advises, utterly sure of himself.
Cocking an eyebrow at him, you match his smirk with a teasing pull of your lips. ‘Was the whole point of this excursion one long pun?’
He blushes, smiling playfully. ‘Maybe.’
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Chapter 1 Snippet
Here’s my rough draft for an introduction/first chapter. Thoughts are greatly appreciated!!!
There was nothing in the world quite like working on cars or trucks. Especially when they were your own, your baby.
Most people see car repairs and upgrades and maintenance as dirty work, something that is expensive and physically strenuous. Nothing more than a hassle or an inconvenience.
But not Aria, no, never Aria.
There was something satisfying about taking something that was broken and fixing it, or taking something that wasn’t broken and just making it better. But it was more than that. There was just almost a magic to the smell of grease and oil, the sound of blaring work music and impact guns and the gentle clicking of a ratchet, and the focus required to accomplish anything. It didn’t matter what strife had settled itself deep into Aria’s bones, the garage would always serve her as a sanctuary.
Until the wrench slipped and she cracked the skin of her knuckles open on a stupid-motherfucking-piece-of-shit bracket.
But nothing could be perfect, could it? Such was life. Aria was happy to take the callouses and cuts and scrapes and burns if it meant clearing her mind in the same way that meditation might for some.
She wasn’t able to dwell on it too long, however, as she felt the distinct feeling of somebody right behind her. When she turned, the snarl on her lips danced its way into a smile. Haruka, the best friend that she had had for a majority of her life, stood thereーcrouched there, rather, as she had only lifted her truck up high enough for herself to stand under comfortablyーwith a dirty rag and a roll of electrical tape in his hands. He stayed silent as he roughly grabbed her hand and wrapped the rag around it and taped it into place. Her friend loathed using the rag and tape to patch wounds; it was unsanitary and it was a total mystery to him how she didn’t get more infections, but he knew her well enough to know that she’d simply scoff at the idea of using antibiotics and proper bandages. The band-aids will just come loose and get in my fucking way.
“Thanks.” She beamed up at him.
“Almost done for tonight? I’m hungry.” His voice was flat and quick, not unlike the hiss of a snake.
She raised a brow. “When aren’t you hungry?” She couldn’t hide the teasing in her tone. When she received no more than a vicious glare from his kelly green eyes, she sighed and pulled another rag from her back pocket to idly wipe the grease and oil and other miscellaneous fluids from her hands. “The exhaust is ready to go in. Hold it up while I get all the hangers and clamps on?”
He wordlessly walked over to one of the lift posts and held the button to raise the truck further. Running a still-dirty hand through her bangs, she rolled her eyes. Aria walked to her other love, her toolbox, and grabbed the step ladder hung up on the side and brought it over.
Damn Haruka and his stupidly extreme tallness.
Haruka may not have shared her love of automobiles and mechanics, well, that wasn’t exactly right; he damn near hated it. What Aria viewed as her peace, Haruka could only see as complete chaos. Sure, cars were convenient to use, but they were a hassle to own. Fuel, maintenance, repairs, breakdowns, insurance, et cetera, et cetera. He had never understood her passion for it, but there was no denying that he was an excellent helper. He was quick and after many years of watching her work her way around the shop, he knew what most of the tools were and how to use them.
Aria had already assembled the exhaust into one piece so he picked it up neatly off of the ground and slid the dual tailpipes over the rear axle before settling the pipe he couldn’t name to save his life up against the catalytic converter. He held it there while she tightened the clamp into place to hold it there before moving to attach the hangers to the frame, humming along to her God forsaken death metal the entire time.
It only took a few minutes for her to get everything into place and she was nearly vibrating with excitement as she raced to pick up her tools and lower the truck. She was dying to hear the way it sounded.
It should, if all of her research had been correct, be loud as all get up.
Haruka found himself also interested in it, though it was for entirely different reasons; when she had purchased the truck, she had initially deleted most of the exhaust system. But after a very expensive ticket, she relented into putting a new exhaust on. Being Aria, however, it couldn’t just be a stock system. It had to be over the top.
Once the truck was on the ground she hurried into the driver’s seat to start it. She poked her head from the cab, bottle green hair falling messily in front of her eyes, as she grinned widely at the other. “What do you think?” She tossed out over the roar of her truck.
It was definitely quieter but still significantly more obnoxious than a normal car. He shrugged.
She rolled her eyes once more before shutting the truck down. “Fine, crabby pants.” She stuck her tongue out at him before hopping out. “Let me clean up quick, then we’ll go and feed you.”
Despite being messy and chaotic in general, the young mechanic took time to clean and put her tools away. She liked her toolbox being organized. The box and everything it contained was extraordinarily expensive and she had already learned the hard way that the cost alone was enough to make losing tools a total tragedy.
Except for her ten millimeter sockets, as she had long since accepted that those would always go missing.
Once her toolbox was locked and wiped down, she headed straight to the large foot-operated sink to scrub the grainy soap onto her hands and up her arms. She checked her reflection briefly in the mirror to make sure that her face was clean as well. Thickly lashed eyes the color of pale honey proudly lit up to find that she was actually pretty presentable. She knew that she was a messy worker, so this was all around a job well done.
When she returned, she found Haruka to be standing there, arms crossed tightly over his chest and a scowl adorning what would be a really pretty face otherwise. She hadn’t expected any less.
“Let’s go. In the mood for anything in particular?”
When she had asked, it had been out of a place of general politeness. Haruka never wanted anything in particular. His appetite was peculiar and frankly, downright frightening.
They had gone to a nearby buffetーwhich they had gotten to by driving in her truck, windows rolled down so she could enjoy the sound of her fancy exhaustーas it was always their go-to restaurant.
With Aria’s help, Haruka was able to load up an unreasonable amount of plates with absolute mountains of varying foods, much to the surprised looks of anybody standing nearby.
Aria picked neatly at the salad she had put together while the other literally inhaled enough food to feed a family of ten.
Nothing new there.
She remembered her earlier conversation with Father Gabriel vividly and it had left her unsettled. Haruka was strong. They all were. But Haruka was especially gifted. He should be able to handle himself with ease. And in the event that he couldn’t, nothing would force Aria from his side.
“Father has a feeling that this year is going to be harder. It’s almost...ya’ know...that time.” She blurted out suddenly.
When he did no more than roll his eyes, she snarled. “This is serious, Haruka. If Father Gabriel is right, we need to be prepared. We only have a few days.”
He set his fork down and carefully wiped at his lips with a napkin. “I know that. I’m prepared.”
She frowned then. Of all his nastier traits, arrogance was the true star. It was what she feared would lead to something bad happening to him. She knew that it was a hypocritical fear, as his arrogance could only be paralleled by her own, but Haruka was her best friend. She couldn’t risk anything bad happening to him.
He sighed heavily and glared at her. “Demons will come forth from Gehinnom and for the next thirty-one days the target will be on my back. I’ll shoot the demons, maybe let you hack a few apart. What makes that different from the last few years of this?”
She rested her fists in her lap, flexing them open and closed, open and closed. “Father Gabriel thinks it’ll be worse.” Her voice was a low hiss as it pushed through her gritted teeth as she repeated herself.
He shrugged and leaned back into the booth then. “And Father Gabriel knows all.”
His sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, all it managed to do was further anger Aria. She took a deep breath. Middle of a restaurant, she reminded herself. Getting arrested for throttling him through a wall in public wouldn’t help.
Neither spoke as they glowered at each other, seemingly unaware of the nervous woman who had approached with the intentions of clearing their table of empty dishes.
“Let’s go.” She ground out before sliding from the booth suddenly. Without a second glance towards him, she stalked out of the restaurant from the truck.
It wasn’t long before Haruka joined her, a lit cigarette already hanging from his lips. Her eyes rounded in surprise when she peeked up at him; for the first time in ages, he was smirking as he watched her.
“What?” She barked out, slamming the driver’s door shut as she scooted herself into her seat.
He turned his head from his own seat to look at her. Before saying anything, he took his time rolling the window back down and ashing his cigarette. When he faced her once more, finally, he found her face had flushed red with anger.
She was too easy.
“You’re afraid.” He said suddenly.
“Am not!” She shouted back, eyes blazing now.
“You’ve never lied before. Don’t start.”
“What if I am?” Her knuckles wrapped so tightly over the steering wheel that they went white with the strain. She didn’t like the way her voice was beginning to tremble and crack.
As quickly as his playful mood had come, it was replaced with something softer. “That’s dumb.” He murmured before looking out the window and away from her.
Her chest heaved with the exhale of a deep breath that she hadn’t realized that she had been holding. With a steadier hand, she turned the key in the ignition and started the truck up. “If you don’t get killed by a demon, I am definitely going to end up slicing you to bits.” She muttered as she started driving.
From the corner of her eye she saw him give a small shake of his head, deep hair swaying with the movement. “I would love to see you try.”
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Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 2
Previous Chapter: Chapter 1
Chapter 2
HANDS TRAVELED THE length of Ophelia’s body, lips claiming hers after detaching from her neck as she inhaled sharply through her nose. The guy—Patrick, a boy Ophelia occasionally had a thing with whenever she came to this frat house—tasted like beer and cigarettes, though she assumed she was no better after having taken a few vodka shots herself. But still, she couldn’t find herself enjoying this as much as she should be and usually did. As much as she wanted to. Pat was pretty cute, one of the brothers of the frat she was in at the moment, and he made her feel good enough, but she just wasn’t feeling it tonight.
Which she found pretty damn annoying, seeing as she was the one who had sought him out to hook up with for the night.
But as Pat’s cold hands gripped her waist from under her loose crop top as he pressed into her, Ophelia’s lower back was digging into the door handle, and it was all she could do to not bite his lip too hard from the shot of pain that ran up her back. Random hook ups weren’t made into a habit by Ophelia, but whenever she came to Sigma Phi, she would end up with Pat just to pass the night when she got sick of dancing and drinking. More often than not, Ophelia really had to be in the mood to have a one night stand, and while she thought she was in that mood tonight, she was being proven wrong pretty fast, growing more and more uncomfortable as the seconds went on.
The music playing throughout the fraternity subtly vibrated the door Ophelia was pressed against, and against her she could feel just how excited Pat was, and she felt an embarrassed flush heat her cheeks at the knowledge she was going to have to end this now. She also felt kind of guilty, getting him all riled up and in his bedroom only to tell him this couldn’t happen tonight.
“W-Wait, wait,” Ophelia finally said, breathlessly as she tore her lips from Pat’s. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to catch her breath, hazel eyes flickering up to meet Pat’s own hesitantly. His, though, were dilated and darkened with absolute arousal. With her hands pressed against his chest, she apologetically said, “I’m sorry, I—I can’t do this tonight.”
Pat blinked, trying to calm himself down as he leaned back a bit. His hands were still on the skin of her waist as he confusedly asked, “something wrong?”
Ophelia bit the inside of her cheek, a guilty flush taking over her, though it wasn’t her fault she wasn’t in the mood. She hadn’t meant to lead Pat along, especially when she thought she wanted this; if she didn’t wanna have sex, she wasn’t going to force herself just because she felt bad. But Pat looked genuinely confused, and even a bit concerned that he had done something wrong, and she decided she didn’t want to make him feel bad or think something was the matter with him.
“I just—” she began, thinking of a quick excuse as she shot him a shy smile. It was fake, but it also kind of wasn’t. She just hoped it didn’t come off as a grimace because of what her next word were about to be. “I’m sorry, but I honestly forgot that I’m on my period.”
It was an embarrassingly intimate yet justifiable excuse, but Ophelia was hoping it’d do the trick while at the risk of making her appear like a total idiot because, really, what girl just forgot she was on her period? She was also kind of hoping that Pat wouldn’t see it as an opportunity for them to do something other than sex, praying he wouldn’t suggest anything else. Fortunately for her, realization dawned on Pat’s face as he pulled away, hands dropping from her waist and taking a step back as he rubbed the back of his neck. Ophelia now did feel a bit bad, because the guy looked sheepish, but not enough to tell him she was kidding and jump his bones.
Saving him the trouble of saying anything or intensifying the already compromising situation, Ophelia gave an awkward smile as her hand reached behind her back, gripping onto the door handle as she muttered, “I’m just gonna—yeah,” was all she got out before swiftly opening the door and expertly slinking out, the music suddenly louder as she widened her eyes at the situation she was just in, hurrying down the hall and away from the door.
The frat house, unsurprisingly, wreaked of alcohol and weed as Ophelia made her way down the wide hallway, dodging people who were lingering around before finding an open door that led to the bathroom. She shut the door behind her, locking it and letting out a breath of relief as the music once again became muffled—though, not completely. Her eyes glanced around, mildly surprised at how clean the bathroom was, before her gaze flickered to her reflection in the mirror and her jaw slackened at the sight.
Her lips were slightly swollen from all of the kissing, which she expected, but the darkening bruises on her neck were a hazy surprise. Ophelia vaguely remembered Pat’d lips on her skin, but she did not recall him actually leaving any marks. She counted them, totaling two red-purplish bruises decorating the side of her neck and another one on the lower right side of her throat.
Brushing her hair forward, Ophelia let out a huff, realizing that while her strands could maybe cover the hickies on the side of her neck, the one by the base of her throat was in full viewing pleasure. She enjoyed the act of receiving them, but wearing them was another thing. “Awesome,” she muttered to herself while pulling out her phone. The time read 1:39, and Ophelia would be lying if she didn’t wanna head back. The buzz of the alcohol in her system had died long ago, and now all she wanted to do was go home, which she attempted to make happen as she texted in her friends’ group chat.
I’m gonna head to the front of the house. I’m ready to go home please!!
She hoped that at least one of her friends saw the message as she exited the bathroom, the intoxicating scent of alcohol and drugs assaulting her senses as she began making her way out of the house. It was ridiculously hot in here because of the amount of people inside, despite it being a September night, though the basement in which everyone had been gathered was boiling. Eventually, after pushing past drunken peers, Ophelia made her way outside of the house. Some people were lingering about, though Ophelia didn’t blame them as she felt a cold breeze raise goose bumps on her skin yet was entirely welcomed. Her phone buzzed, and she pulled out to see a message from Isabelle.
I’ve got Laurel. She’s shitfaced. About to come outside.
Ophelia let out a sigh of relief, knowing that they weren’t going to have to wait for Tanya tonight. She had a thing going on with one of the brothers of the house, and every time the girls would come to their parties, Tanya would stay the night with Shawn Price.
Moments later, Ophelia saw Isabelle stumble out with an obviously inhibited Laurel, holding the blonde girl with an arm around her waist and the other holding Laurel’s arm around her shoulders. Ophelia sighed, rushing to Laurel’s other side and helping Isabelle with the drunken girl, who exclaimed happily, “oh, my Gosh, Lia, hi!”
It was a ten minute walk back to their apartment building, but Ophelia could swear it felt like an hour because of how much they had to keep Laurel from stumbling. When the elevator opened to their floor, Ophelia let out a sigh of relief as they dragged Laurel to their apartment, and irritation sparked through Ophelia as the closer they got to their door, the louder the music playing in the apartment that came before them got.
Ophelia was ready to knock the hell out as soon as she and Isabelle put Laurel to bed, and she couldn’t do that when an unrecognizable yet loud song was vibrating the walls of the hallway. She could only imagine how blaring it would be from her room. Isabelle, taking notice of the twitch in her best friend’s eye, nodded, “take care of it. I’ve got Laurel,” before taking the giggling inhibited girl and entering the apartment. She was too exasperated with their drunk roommate to notice the marks on Ophelia’s neck. Isabelle hated being sober when her friends were drunk.
The green eyed girl ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it back as she backtracked and stopped in front of the apartment with the number 4102 written on the door. The music was loud, and although she was admittedly impressed by their taste, she didn’t want to be hearing it when she was about to go to bed. It was only a matter of time until the occupants of the four other apartment residents began complaining if they were there.
So, raising her fist, she began banging on the door to overpower the music as she yelled, “R.A.!”
She stood with her arms crossed over her chest impatiently, hearing shuffling on the other side as the music lowered—only a bit, not enough where she couldn’t feel it. Moments later the door was swinging open, only enough for a lean body to appear in the space between the door and frame, the broad figure making it incapable for Ophelia to peer over or even around him.
Her eyes met a pair of familiar blue ones, and the twenty year old girl tried to appear unaffected at the sight of Luke standing there in a black socks, skinny jeans, and black muscle tee that gave her the glorious view of his arms. “R.A. Ophelia,” his smooth, accented voice greeted, right arm leaning above on the door frame as his left hand gripped the doorknob on his side. Luke’s lips stretched into a small smirk, “what can I do you for?”
Whatever song that had been playing was louder and clearer now that the door was open, and Ophelia inhaled sharply through her nose as she glared up at the tall boy, knowing she didn’t look the least bit intimidating but not caring. “Keep it down,” she demanded, her tone tight and annoyed. “People are trying to sleep.”
Luke’s eyebrows quirked. “It’s Thursday night, we’re just having a bit of fun, darling,” he drawled, and Ophelia ignored the weird lurch she felt her heart do at the term. Instead, she focused on his words, refraining from rolling her eyes at Luke’s excuse of actually using Thirsty Thursday as getaway to be rowdy. But then she saw how his bright blue eyes flickered to something lower than where her eyes were, the corner of his lips tugging up into a more prominent smirk as he shifted to lean against the doorframe on his arm. “Just like you have been, it seems.”
The hazel eyed girl stared up at him, a puzzled frown on her face as Luke jutted his chin forward. He was smirking knowingly at her, and it wasn’t until his gaze dropped lower once again when a light bulb went off in her head. Oh, God, he was talking about the very hickeys she’d fruitlessly attempted to hide earlier. An embarrassed flush took over her face as she realized that the bruises on her neck were in full view, being exactly what Luke was referring to as he referenced her having fun. Moments like these were what reminded her of why she always covered the marks up, not wanting to deal with the embarrassment that came whenever someone pointed them out. It wasn’t a big deal, she knew, but the last thing Ophelia wanted to do was go to class one morning and forget to cover up any marks she happened to be sporting, all in view of her professors. That would be mortifying.
There were times when Ophelia was a confident twenty year old girl who had one night stands. But more often than not, she was also a girl who got easily embarrassed; this being a prime example of the latter.
She wondered if her face was red to match how hot it felt, pushing her hair over her right shoulder as a fruitless attempt to hide the marks, though she knew she wasn’t doing anything as a deep, throaty chuckle rumbled from Luke. Amusement was lighting up his blue eyes as he looked down at her, the music from inside his apartment changing to a one of the few songs by The Maine that she recognized.
Trying to keep her wits about her, Ophelia cleared her throat as she shot him a look, praying she didn’t still appear as mortified as she felt. “Just lower your damn music. It’s rude to the other residents.”
“I think it’s rude that you’re walking around parading those hickeys, but I’m not sayin’ anythin’.”
Ophelia’s jaw dropped at Luke’s smart comment, a breath choking in her throat as she stared at him incredulously. She was convinced that smirk was a permanent feature of his stupidly good looking face, biting into the corner of his lower lip as he pushed himself off the doorframe and leaned back, looking at her wolfishly. For the second time since she’s met him, the Australian blonde threw a wink at Ophelia before shutting the door on her gaping form as he cheekily said, “goodnight, R.A. Ophelia.”
*****
Despite it being a Friday night with frat parties going on, The Hideout was the place to be during those nights. It was a dive bar just a few minutes off campus, where lots of the students came to hang out for the night; especially since Friday nights from five in the afternoon to closing was half apps. That’s exactly where Ophelia found herself, sitting on a high stool at a high circular table with her friends, eating from a shared plate of nachos as the sounds of classic rock music, people talking and laughing, and pool balls clunking together mixed.
Sometimes she felt like she didn’t belong in places like these, feeling misplaced amongst groups of people who felt comfortable to be here, drinking and playing pool. Ophelia wasn’t sure if these thoughts stemmed from her insecure part or awkward part, but forced herself to push through more often than not—mostly because she was here with her friends, and she loved their company.
“I can’t believe you told him you had your period,” Laurel laughed as she swallowed a nacho covered in nothing but guacamole. “That’s, like, the oldest excuse in the book.”
Ophelia let out a sheepish laugh, arms folded on top of the round table as she shrugged. “I don’t know—it’s the most effective thing I could think of. It was weird, I wanted to have sex but then I just. . . Fell out of the mood.”
Isabelle quirked a brow, taking a sip of her beer before asking seriously, “was he not big enough?”
The dark blonde choked on her nachos as her two other friends’ laughter rung loudly over the music playing, leaning back as they did so that Ophelia feared they’d fall right off the stool. Though, since they were laughing at her expense, she didn’t think that’d be too bad of a thing. “Iz!” she gasped, staring at her best friend in flushed shock. “That’s just not it!” She didn’t even get that far with Pat before dishing out her excuse for escape, but size was definitely not the problem.
Her friends couldn’t even hear her over their laughter as Ophelia shoved some more cheesy nachos into her mouth as she shot them all glares, shaking her head at their antics. Upon doing so, her gaze landed on a booth towards the left of the bar, back straightening at the sight of the two familiar faces that were seated facing her.
One of them was Calum Hood, sitting by the wall as he laughed animatedly at something one of the people sitting opposite of him said. Ophelia guessed the other two people were Ashton Irwin and Michael Clifford, two other seniors who lived right next to her with Calum. Which is why she wasn’t surprised when her eyes flickered to the recognizable blonde next to Calum. Luke sat relaxed against the booth, leaned back as he brought his glass of beer up to his mouth, grinning into the rim as he took a sip.
Ophelia couldn’t help but keep her gaze on Luke from where she sat a mere fifteen feet away, watching as his ring clad fingers ran through his blonde hair, pushing them back on his head before he scratched at his chin. All the while he was listening to whatever Michael was saying across from him—Ophelia recognized the tattooed arm—full lips parted ever so slightly as he did so.
She tore her gaze from the group of boys before anyone caught her staring, finishing off her share of the nachos before excusing herself from the table to head to the bathroom. Ophelia flushed the toilet once she was done, washing and drying her hands as well as reapplying her gloss before exiting the bathroom. She had just turned the corner of the small secluded hallway where the bathroom was, stopping short at the figure that had suddenly appeared in front of her.
A boyishly dimpled grin spread on Luke’s face as recognition flashed across his face, staring down at the girl that barely came up to his collarbone. “R.A. Ophelia,” he greeted, blue eyes light with mirth. Luke’s broad shoulders straightened under the material of his black leather jacket, hands in the pockets. “Didn’t strike you as someone who’d come to a dive bar.”
She quirked a brow up at him, trying to ignore how naturally smooth and low his accented voice was. “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me,” was her simple, truthful reply which accompanied a light shrug.
Luke hummed with downward turned lips to express his acceptance of the fact. “Very true,” he nodded as his gaze flickered downwards. Ophelia’s neck and collarbones were exposed due to the spaghetti strapped, V-neck velvet tank top she wore under her denim jacket, and Luke’s lips tugged into a smirk at the sight of her smooth skin. “Covered up those hickies, I see; you should wear ‘em proudly.” Ophelia blinked slightly widened eyes as Luke shrugged. “A trophy for your successful night, isn’t it?”
Her cheeks flushed as she remembered the night before, although Ophelia was unsure if her face was warming up because of the rejection she threw towards Pat or the fact that Luke had seen the marks on her neck. “Nothing even happened,” she let the truth slip adamantly, before pressing her lips together at the way Luke’s eyebrows shot up in what she thought was disbelief. Why did I have to tell him that?
“Really?” Luke questioned, the word stressed in incredulity before the smirk returned to reside on his full lips. He tilted his chin up slightly and scrunched his face in knowing playfulness, “he didn’t live up to your expectations?”
Ophelia’s lips parted as the heat in her cheeks intensified, knowing exactly what Luke was talking about, feeling embarrassed and frustrated because didn’t Isabelle made the same crude remark earlier? “Wh—No!” she denied in a stammer, obviously flustered and Luke’s smirk only widened, unable to help the thoughts in his head that were saying how adorable she looked like that. Ophelia crossed her arms, looking almost defensive as she glanced away and shrugged, “I just wasn’t in the mood, sheesh.”
Luke let out a soft “huh” at that, tilting his head to the side as he peered down at the brunette. Then he clicked his tongue with a shake of his head, scoffing, “that’s a pity. The lad wasn’t doin’ his job right.” His words had Ophelia’s eyebrows rising, eyes snapping back to look up at the Australian. Her lips were pressed together, prompting Luke’s eyes to flicker to her naturally pouty mouth that stirred something in him he knew all too well.
Locking his gaze with hers once again, Luke’s lips stretching into a devilish half smile as he made a move to step around Ophelia. However, he stopped to her right, leaning his head down enough to murmur to her still form, “if you ever wanna be with someone who actually knows what he’s doing, you know where I live, darling.”
The breath hitched in Ophelia’s throat and she was surprised she didn’t actually choke on air as Luke’s words rang in her ears and the piney scent intoxicated her nose. She was frozen where she stood, the deep chuckle Luke passed her with sending a shock up her spine she hadn’t been expecting and her heart skipping a beat or two because did he just offer to sleep with her?
Good thing they were in a bar, because Ophelia needed a drink.
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A/N: So its been a while since I’ve written. I went to Mexico and fell in love with a man and distance keeps us apart because he lives in Europe and I live in America. But the feelings that he reignited in me have tempered my writing whilst also inspiring me. So this is a insert yourself with Chris Evan, Jake Gyllenhaal, Ben Barnes, Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes (it feels right for this ha ha) or maybe that person in real life you also feel deeply connected and yet something keeps you apart. Its been refreshing to write love in this way and I hope you all enjoy. Also credit to @ohthesefeelingz for betaing for me and being a salvation while we try to figure all this out
This will be a part of a four part mini series. MB created by me so please credit appropriately.
The Less I Know, the Better
Alexandria, Egypt
Six Months Ago
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You don’t want to say it.
You never do, not the words that seem to slowly tumble to the edge of your tongue, linger there until they dissipate bitterly on your taste buds, causing you to swallow and look away.
You don’t want to say it.
He’s asleep - he’s always been a heavy sleeper - and you take the moment instead to lie to yourself, to push down the insecurity that threatens to submerge. Instead you focus on him, his dark features that rule his face. He was far too handsome, you liked to tease him about it, to watch his lips pull back into a shy smile, long eyelashes tickling his soft cheeks as he cast his eyes away from you shaking his head, denying your words.
But it was true.
And he knew it was true.
He had a perfectly sculpted face, bones shaped so perfectly they defined him, caused his dark eyes to shine against the sharp angles, for his smile to seem just a bit brighter against the smoothness of his skin, the perfect shadow of his beard. Even in sleep there was a beauty to him, despite the slackness of his jaw, the soft snoring or the exposure of the scars from the skin that was equal parts protecting and betraying him.
Tall, dark, beautiful and kind.
All of it was yours.
You shift, move to rest your head against your hand and the movement pulls you away from him. Even in sleep he’s drawn to you and he naturally follows, inches closer to you again until your skin is barely touching his and you let out a sigh, resist bending down to kiss his lips.
You try to push it down again, try to stamp it out but it bubbles to your mind before you can stop it.
You love him.
The admission of it makes your breath quicken, makes your stomach tighten before it erupts all over your body, gooey and soft, and you heave a deep shaky breath. Your eyes intuitively drink him in again, drink in all the shades of him that were currently dormant but that you knew made up so much of him.
You loved him so much.
“Fuck!”
The noise comes from the other side of the closed door of the room you both were currently sharing, came from one of the two other occupants you were sharing the small house with.
Both of your friends were up, natural morning birds who had woken you up first with the smell of bitter coffee, the low sound of music. Their noise filters back down, a voice that is low and steady, musical and entrancing mingled with flittering vibrancy, amusement and inquiry tied in one. You hear your name mentioned, then his, and you’re sure the bubble you’ve lived in will break, that footsteps will soon come followed by a soft knock on the door.
Neither ever does.
They were both emotionally aware of the privacy that you and him craved, even before either of you realized it. They’d wait patiently for you both to emerge from the safety of the room when you both were ready.
You loved that about them.
You turn your attention back to him, the shallow breathing that mingled with the waves rolling softly across the Mediterranean Sea and heave another heavy sigh.
You had to figure out what this love meant for you.
Your mind felt trapped, jailed in by an emotion that ruled over your rationality. Do you give in to this feeling, fall into the trap of love and hope for the best? Or do you continue to do what you have been doing for months - push it to bay, remind yourself that this love, like any, was fragile. For all the beauty it could awaken in either of you it also had the possibility of breaking you both.
Was it worth it all?
Was he?
Did he even love you?
That was a stupid question - you knew the answer. Despite the fact that neither of you ever spoke the words - barely verbally acknowledged your desire for the other - you knew it lived within you both.
It was the silent language you both shared, in fact, you felt like you both communicated mostly when you weren’t speaking. There was something calming in knowing that you could share one look, just one, and not feel as alone in whatever ludicrous thought had slipped your mind and had secretly danced to his own like the wind. Even miles apart, sharing one thought, one idea and knowing when to joke about a statement but also do an emotional check in - to ensure that you were okay.
You hadn’t felt that connection with a man that you liked before.
It scared you.
It scared you because of the distance.
Nine hours apart felt like you loved in a parallel timeline.
However, when you were together you were confident of your connection. When you were apart; the time zones and bullshit of the daily grind distracting you both, that’s where your insecurity stemmed.
Distance and time gave you too much opportunity to get stuck in your head. You were a dreamer. A hopeless romantic that you tried to kill but still danced melancholically in your head. When you loved, anyone or anything, you loved too deeply. You risked ignoring logic to be carried away by romance, red flags getting ignored, your heart inevitably getting hurt.
And then there are moments like this, when you’re able to wake up in the morning and look at him unabashedly and bask in him - in what he inspired in you.
You feared it.
He shifts again, a stretch and you hastily avert your eyes out towards the window, away from him, pushing the smokiness of your thoughts away, trying to focus on the itinerary the four of you had discussed the night before.
“Good morning.” His voice is scratchy, sultry and you resist turning your eyes to him. Instead you smile, knowing the minute your dark irises meet his, your smile is going to blossom into something brighter because he pulled out the sun in you.
“Morning.”
He stretches again, closer to your body before his arms are capturing yours and you’re forced to fall down on him, forced to look into his eyes and while all of you wants to push away and hide, to run from this intimacy, you can’t. You’re enticed by him, charmed, and it's only three conscious blinks before his eyes are on your own.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks and you shrug before you lean down and press your lips to his.
It didn’t matter.
“It doesn’t matter,” you repeat out loud and he chuckles against you, the vibrations press against your body, causes your skin to erupt in goosebumps. He mumbles low,
“You’re such a fucking liar.”
“Fuck you.”
“You already did but you could again, if you wanted.”
You want to be mad at him, you pull away and exaggeratedly roll your eyes but you can’t help but smile, that fucking smile that only he could awaken in you.
Minutes pass where you both stare at each other in silence, content in just this simple action before he finally says lowly,
“You can tell me, you know.”
You nod slowly,
“I know.”
“I want you to know that I’ll always be here.”
It makes you want to cry, threatens the large ocean of sadness that you’ve swallowed away to come out full force. You know he means its, the sincerity drips from each word, from his fingertips dancing slowly down your back in worship.
It overwhelms you - men in real life didn’t make you feel this way.
Yet here he was, right now, pouring a small part of him that he would bury deep down the moment you both left the room together. You savor his touch, his words, the look on his face and you bend down to kiss him - to have his flavor and his smell to also stain this memory just in case it's all you’ll ever be left with.
“I know you will. I will be too.”
He hums, his hands tighten around you and you squeeze your eyes shut as his leg nudges yours, gently drags it over his body.
You try not to think of tomorrow or the day after or when he’s going to be gone. Not the moments when you’re back home and your whole being will ache for him, will itch for the vibrancy of his laughter or the comfort of his hands on your skin.
You focus on him now, paint this moment in your memory.
Just in case it's the last.
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Messy Chapter 5
Pairing(s): OC X Johnny (Lucas, Yuta)
Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU, Angst, Smut
Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.
Warnings: drugs/description of tripping , alcohol, sexual assault (not in explicit detail; in total about 5 sentences), toxic “relationships”, “controlling behavior” (Non consensual), physical/emotional abuse, physiological self harm/unhealthy coping mechanisms ,severe depression, anxiety, anger issues, minimal violence,
Features: Two full sex scenes/1 mini scene, Threesomes (MFF), eating out/blowjobs, fingering, rough sex, choking, a hint of daddy kink, hair pulling, biting/scratching, unprotected sex, controlling dynamics (consensual), overstimulation, edging, a smidge of bdsm dynamics and toy use, and of course not being able to make up your damn mind about your feelings.
Word Count: around 16k
A/N: So this is the first time I’ve ever written anything as serious as this. And it’s super angsty and dark and there’s a lot going on. I hope everyone still enjoys it as much as the other chapters. I felt like it was important enough to write about this and the consequences it poses as part of character building. It also carries into how the story progresses in Chapter 6, (mentions in 7) 9, 10 (tentatively) and overall how it affects Johnny as a person within this AU. (Also obvious warning but everything that happens to johnny is fictional in this story)
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Neon lights were flashing chaotically, trying to fall in line with the choppy transitions the DJ spun. If i wasn’t so anxious I would probably push him out the way and show the crowd that I could do a way better job. But the hoard of sweaty bodies plastered together paired with the lights and the vibrating bass- everything was making me want to vomit. I had no idea why I decided to come other than that I thought this rave would help me relax but it was honestly doing the opposite. I tossed back the rest of my drink and crushed the plastic cup, chucking it onto the floor of the warehouse. I wanted to go home but I was stuck trying to keep track of Taeyong and Ten like a glorified babysitter. Once my anxiety hit and they went off in their separate ways they were lost for what seemed like forever. Now I was forced to wait for us to regroup while my heart raced a mile a minute. I pressed my head to the wall and forced myself to take deep breaths.
“HEY!” I jumped suddenly at the voice beside me. I looked over and saw Taeyong. “What are you doing all the way over here?! Why don’t you dance?” He was trying to yell over the thumping music and I could barely hear him. I gave him a confused look and instead got closer for him to shout in my ear. “You look like shit! What’s wrong?!”
“Nothing! Just not really feeling this anymore! Are you guys ready to go?”
“No way! It’s only like 2am! Besides I think Ten went to have an orgy or something! I don’t know.”
I wanted to slam my head against the wall now. Just my fucking luck. “Did he leave yet?! I’m about to ditch him and drive home!”
Taeyong just gave me a confused shrug and I was sure he hadn’t heard me clearly. “I got something that will make you feel less shitty!” He held out his hand and revealed two pills.
“What the hell is it?” I was skeptical, especially since Taeyong could be really stupid at times. It wouldn’t surprise me if he took random drugs from a stranger.
“Don’t know! Just live a little! You’re being a dick today! Eri hasn’t fucked you lately?!” He laughed before popping one pill into his mouth and taking a swig of his drink. Why was everyone always up my ass about if I fucked Eri or not? I had kept it mostly to myself but I was done with her, especially after how close we had been the last few times we hooked up. It was getting to be too much and I felt my heart and stomach do weird shit whenever I was with her. I didn’t like it one bit. The last straw was at the amusement park. I couldn’t take how good she felt riding me and even worse I couldn’t take how sweet she had been to me when I hurt my hand. It was too intimate, too wrapped up in emotions. I had left her on read for so long that it wasn’t phasing me anymore, even though I would catch her looking over at me during class. Every once in awhile our eyes would meet just for a second but that’s all I let happen.
“Shut up. I’m not being a dick! I just don’t trust random shit you bought at a rave!” He dropped it into my hand anyway and handed me the rest of his drink.
“Take it! Have fun! I’ll see you later!” With that I lost Taeyong in the sea of people. I wiped my hand over my face, sighing deeply. I pressed my back against the wall again and stared at the tiny pastel pill, mulling over my possible options. I could continue being miserable and responsible and not ditch my friends since I was their ride here or I could be irresponsible, get fucked up, forget my anxiety, all the crap I had to deal with, and become numb to every feeling I’ve wanted to ignore since the party in August. Bottoms up.
I swallowed it, finishing off the rest of the drink and letting the cup join my previous one on the dirty floor. Hopefully this would kick in soon and I wouldn’t want to die as much. Being surrounded by so many people always made me feel like I was suffocating and they were closing in on me. To distract myself in the mean time I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my Instagram feed absentmindedly. I yawned as nothing really caught my eye until I came across a video from one of Eri’s accounts. Someone, I think it was Lucas, was licking and kissing her neck in the most obscene way. She captioned it as “Baby Boy is so needy today.” I wanted to crush my phone as easily as i did the plastic cup. Why the hell did she have to post such gross shit? I tried to calm myself- there was no need to get angry. She could fuck whoever she wanted and I could fuck whoever I wanted. No strings attached, no feelings, no longing for her skin against mine, her lips against mine, or her fingers running through my hair. Nope, none of that.
I set my phone in my pocket, refusing to look at it anymore.My excuse was that my battery was only at 43% and i couldn’t risk not having enough power for the ride back home. The music was slowly starting to not sound as bad and I found myself actually bobbing my head to the beat. It was weird, like I could feel it vibrating in my bones. I started drumming my fingers against my thighs as the dance floor seemed to call out to me. I was always better at choreographed dances that anything freestyle but making a fool out of myself seemed to be a great idea now. I pushed myself off the wall and made my way into the crowd. Sticky, sweaty bodies brushed against me and instead of wanting to pull away, every touch made me explode into a rush of heightened senses. Everyone felt so good. I wanted any and every touch at all. I couldn’t help but smile and suddenly i was in a laughing fit, giggling uncontrollably like an idiot.
I felt hands on me then and I didn’t think much about it until they turned me around. A girl was in front of me now, equally as happy and smiley as I was. I returned her touches and even her kisses when she suddenly connected with my lips. I had no idea who she was and at this point I didn't really care. I grabbed onto her ass and pulled her closer, grinding my hips against her roughly. She dug her nails into my shoulders, standing on her tiptoes to reach me. I was half tempted to pick her up and hold her around my waist but she broke our kiss suddenly, bringing my attention to someone beside her. It was presumably her friend by the way they exchanged coy glances. I resumed my kiss with the new girl instead but held them both close to me. Through dancing, heated grinds, and horny kisses we made our way out of the warehouse some time later.
However, the concept of time was starting to become a mystery to me in of itself. Everything that was happening was such a blur. Colors were turning into smells that were turning into tastes. I couldn't even piece together how i got into a bed. Was it my bed? Had I even drove? My head was pounding but i found myself tangled in a copious amount of limbs. My cock sunk into whatever hole I could find, subconsciously guided by moans and eager cries. Everything felt so good I never wanted it to end. For once, in these past couple of months, my mind was on anything but Eri and fuck if it didn’t feel good.
What didn’t feel good was when I woke up the next afternoon. My head was pounding and my mouth felt like a desert. It was a struggle to even move as I felt so weak and heavy. I realized i was still in bed and there were bodies on either side of me. Slowly I raised my head and blinked my eyes into focus. Who the hell were these people? I groaned and sat up and nausea washed over me instantly. I kept still for a moment, trying not to send my empty stomach into an acidic launch of bile. Apparently my minimal movement had woken up one of the girls beside me, the one with brightly colored hair, haphazardly placed tattoos, and multiple piercings. She was stick thin but rather tall and I was surprised I had even gone after someone like her. But seeing how fucked up I must have been yesterday I guess my preferences didn’t matter. She slipped out of the bed easily, as if the drugs hadn’t affected her at all. Maybe she didn’t take any though I could’ve sworn everyone at the rave did. I could see bites littering her entire body and giant bruises across her thighs and hips. What the fuck did I do?
She had gone to the bathroom, not even so much as glancing at me. In the meantime I was trying to convince myself I had enough strength to move my legs. They felt like tingly jello and I was sure if I tried to get up I would collapse. The girl came back from the bathroom and I managed to croak out a few words. “Hey, did I drive here? Do you know where my keys are?” My voice was raspy and barely audible.
She smirked and straddled my lap, ignoring my questions. It annoyed me as I needed to know my plan of action. I also had to start thinking about where the hell was T.Y. and Ten. I wondered if they had gotten home ok and if T.Y. was as fucked up as I was. “Hey cutie.” Her light and airy voice greeted me and I looked up as her as she pushed me back onto the mattress. “You were fucking amazing last night.”
“Ah, thanks but-” She grabbed a hold of my wrists and pinned them beside my head. I tried to push her off but my body still felt like dead weight. “I-I really need to go. My friends-”
She silenced me with a kiss which i didn’t reciprocate. I started to panic, knowing with how I felt I wasn’t strong enough to defend myself. All i could do was try and protest as much as possible, moving my head away from her wandering lips while I was internally screaming for her to get off me. It was no use. My body was reacting to her touches against my will and I shut down. I returned to that oh so scary and familiar void where I was numb, swallowed up by my hurt and suffering, could ignore what would haunt me forever.
--
Her name was Rixi and it turned out she went to our college which meant that after the night of the rave all she did was follow me around campus. Almost every waking moment was spent with her around me though I despised everything about her being. She clung to me like glue and I couldn’t get rid of her no matter how hard I tried. My mind wasn’t as strong as I needed it to be. Regular Johnny would tell this idiot to kick rocks, but this empty Johnny couldn’t function. It was like I was having an out of body experience watching myself go day by day pretending nothing was wrong. I had to push forward even though I wanted to stay curled up in my bed all day suffering in silence. Sleep beckoned me at every moment but I was having more night terrors. The hours i actually slept were minimal and didn’t help my zombie like state. Nonetheless, I kept pushing myself, forcing myself, to work. I had to pay rent, bills, and eat, even though I wasn’t doing much of that either. I also had to turn in projects and my higher than average GPA was on the verge of sinking. Jae had to carry most of the radio show. I just read off the notes and script uncharismatically. He seemed to notice that something was off but I just told him it was a really bad stomach flu. He left it at that for now but I could tell he wanted to pry some more.
With my academic and work life in the shit, Rixi blocked off my romantic life with anyone but her. She managed to get me into a bed a few more times which i didn't understand. I didn't want her at all, in fact having sex with her reminded me of that night after the rave, but i did it anyway. I had always used sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism for shit i didnt want to deal with- it was better to feel like i was having fun and didn't care than face my problems head on. Maybe I wanted to hurt myself, psychologically at least. It would be punishment for being so stupid at the rave and probably for that entire time I ignored Eri without even giving her so much as a proper explanation as to why. She made my body feel good and everything was natural with her. She made me feel...happy. It wasn't like i was hurting myself; it was a genuine connection which scared the hell out of me.
I found myself wanting that little sliver of happiness or at least some form of stability back in my life. I wanted to pull myself away from Rixi's toxicity but it continued to drown and swallow me whole. Some days I wanted to reach out to Eri but I was too chicken shit to do it. Instead I settled for using my imagination to replace Rixi with Eri for the sake of my sanity. Every time I fucked her, kissed her, touched any part of her, I imagined the person I longed for the most. It was giving Rixi the wrong impression and I was only digging my grave deeper. In the rare times I managed to escape her death grip I tried to get my mind off of both the women that haunted my existence. I came to realize that I was using Eri too much as a crutch and losing my humanity in the presence of Rixi. Thus, i stayed within my misery.
Eventually, as if I didn’t have enough shit going on, Rixi found it completely rational to overreact over everything I did. I couldn’t look at my instagram feeds, I couldn’t create music or art because I “wasn’t paying enough attention” to her, and if I didn’t answer her texts right away she presumed I was ignoring her. Each time I messed up she landed a smack or a punch to my body, mostly my ribcage. At first I thought nothing of it. I playfully hit my friends all the time and accidentally created some bruises that I didn’t mean to but the more it happened with Rixi the more I knew that it wasn’t playful. It was malicious and starting to become painful, especially when the same spot was hit over and over. I could normally stop her when she got too out of hand but it would bring her to whine even more and make my head want to explode. There were days where I let her carry on because it was better than hearing her mouth.
I tried hanging out with my friends to create some sort of safety net. Being around them, made me feel a little better though the exchange was awkward. We we all sitting at the student center having met up for lunch. Of course Rixi found a way to follow me there, never leaving my side. The guys wouldn’t look me in the eye but they all traded whispers and uneasy glances in my direction. The normal chatter and banter we had disappeared and I wish I could just scream at the top of my lungs. I sat back in my seat, scrolling through my phone which I tried to keep hidden from her view. She kept craning her neck to see what I was doing, who I was looking at, and if there were any women involved. Heaven forbid I liked any content with them. If I came across something she didn’t like all I did was apologize and try and shrug her off but her death grip remained on my arm.
“So like,” Ten finally spoke up. “Pixel-”
“It’s Rixi.” She snapped.
“Yeah, whatever. When are you gonna leave?”
“What do you mean leave?”
“Like, leave Johnny alone. You’re being ridiculously clingy. It’s not cute.”
“I’m not being clingy and I have no reason to leave my boyfriend.”
Jae spat out his drink, spraying it across the table. It landed all over Taeyong who stood up and threw a napkin at him. Yuta’s eyes went wide and Taeil’s mouth hung open. Ten instantly went on his phone, furiously typing away. They all looked at me as if they needed confirmation. I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to tell them that I wasn’t her boyfriend and was basically trapped and couldn’t escape her. I wanted help, someone to help me get rid of her but I couldn’t ask the guys. They wouldn’t understand. I couldn’t be vulnerable around them. I couldn’t even bring myself to tell Jae the truth.
“Wait...Johnny are you seriously-like seriously, serious-?” Taeil asked.
I said nothing.
“Fuck…” Yuta whispered. “That’s uh...fuck. What about Eri?”
“Who’s Eri?” Rixi practically growled.
“I’m Eri.”
My entire body shot up, frozen in place as I saw her. She had appeared behind Yuta as if we had summoned her. In reality, Lucas was with her and they were probably passing through the center to get something to eat as well. My throat closed up as our eyes met. It was only for a second because she instantly switched her glare over to Rixi. An angry aura was emanating from her and i could see her trying to keep her cool. God, i needed to talk to her before anything spiraled out of control. If I didn’t then the student center would turn into a National Geographic battleground where two head lionesses were going to tear at each other’s throats.
“Ooohhh and the drama continues!!” Ten laughed, typing again on his phone.
I went to stand up and make my way over to her but Rixi pulled me back down, her nails digging into my skin. I shot her a glare almost unable to keep my seething anger behind my teeth. “Let me go.” I hissed. She shook her head quickly and I could practically feel the bruises start to form in the shape of her fingers. Eri spoke again, snapping my attention back to her and forgetting about the pain in my bicep. It was then I noticed that she was wearing my flannel shirt. The one she had fallen asleep in when we me back from our amusement park date- well, hang out. I had forgotten it when I ran out of her room after our last fuck. By the time I had remembered that I left it behind I was already ignoring her texts and trying to put some distance between us. I even prevented myself from caving in and texting her to ask for it back. Now she was here, perfect as ever, and I still loved the way it looked on her.
“Guess I came at the right time, what are my favorite sluts talking about me for?” she said.
“Weeeeellllllll-”
“Shut the fuck up Ten.” I almost yelled, knowing that he was purposefully going to tell her about what transpired. His gossiping was going to make everything worse before I could clear the air. Every pair of eyes traded looks between me and Eri as tensions surmounted to an unfathomable level.
“Wow, rude. I wasn’t going to say anything about your girlfriend.”
And there it was. I tried not to show my irritation but my jaw was already twitching and my fists were balled up at my side.
“Girlfr-?” Eri seemed to stop herself from finishing the word. She squared her shoulders and posed a fake smile and I knew she was locking away what she really wanted to say. “Oh, i’m happy you finally found someone to deal with your bullshit. Anyway, I was passing through and I remembered that I had to drop something off to Yuta.”
“Me?” Yuta asked, surprised.
“Yep!” She opened her backpack and dumped out a plethora of rope, ballgags, and even some toys onto his lap. Yuta’s entire face beamed red and he fumbled to try and hide the stuff quickly.
“E-Eri!!!” he whined.
She just continued to smile, completely satisfied with her antics. She grabbed Lucas’ hand and turned away from our group leaving me longing for her even more. There wasn't anyway I could go after her now. I sighed and set my hea in my hands, wishing I could take back everything.
“Yongho-hyung.” I heard Jae say sternly in Korean. My head snapped up to him and I could tell he was serious. He stood up, ripping Rixi’s arm off me, and instead pulled me away from the table. “Don't you fucking dare follow us.” He hissed at her. She luckily obeyed, though she was full of annoyance. I followed Jae until we found a corner away from the hustle and bustle of student life. “What in the actual fuck, Johnny? What is going on with you? This whole month you’ve been acting weird and now you have a girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“She literally just said you were her boyfriend. If you don’t like her then you need to tell her. You can’t drag this- Is that a bruise on your arm?”
I pushed my hair back and looked away from him. What I was about to say hurt my pride and made me feel so miniscule and pathetic. But I had to reach out for someone. I just prayed that Jae didn’t judge me or think lesser of me for acting this way. “I need help, man.”
--
Eri’s Pov
“Eri! Eri! You’re crushing my hand! Slow down!” Lucas shouted.
I was furious. More than furious. I was any and every word in the dictionary to describe pissed off. He literally left me on read for weeks and didn't have the balls to even tell me he was dating someone?! What kind of shit for brains human being doesn't have to courtesy to tell someone they wanted to end their fuck buddy relationship? My whole body felt like it was trembling. I pulled off his stupid flannel about ready to throw it into the nearest garbage can. Lucas yanked my arm back hard, making me crash into him. “WHAT?!” I yelled.
“Calm the fuck down. You're literally in rage mode and knowing you you're going to lose your cool. I don’t need that to happen, ok?”
“Do NOT tell me to calm down.” I said through grit teeth.
“Too bad. I need you to. I can take you home. I don't really think you should go to class.”
The rational side of my brain knew that Lucas was right. My anger had always been a problem, something I tried my damndest to control but when it struck, I had a bad habit of creating chaos. I wouldn't be able to concentrate in class and if anything triggered me-voices, sounds, lights- havoc would ensue. The irrational part of my brain told me to kill him. It even told me to kill that stupid little twat who thought she could swoop and steal Johnny from me. I bet she couldn't fuck him like I could, couldn't make him cum like I could, and probably couldn't even get him to stay over and cater to her heart's feelings like he did with me. I was better than her and wanted to crush her into dust under my boots.
Lucas snapped his fingers in front of me. “Eri, back to me. I know you're thinking bad stuff. Stop it. Please get a hold of yourself. Do you want me to call Quinn?”
Quinn.
No matter how clueless and endlessly horny they were they meant the world to me. They were always smart enough to talk me through my episodes and get me to realize that killing people was still illegal. It always ticked me off when they were right about the shitty ways i addressed my issues but I needed that reality check. I nodded helplessly as I felt the switch of wanting to bawl my eyes out quickly wash over me. Lucas sighed and pulled me into his chest squeezing me tight.
“We need to go. I don't need that jackass to see you like this, ok? Let's get you home.”
He kept an arm around my shoulder and guided me towards the exit of the student center as he pulled out his phone. I barely heard the conversation he had with Quinn. I was focusing so hard on trying not to shed any tears as I drove home. A man was nothing to cry over and another woman was nothing to be jealous of. It went against the entirety of my ideals but i was still screaming at the hurt. The girlfriend wasn't the reason for my anger- though it played a role in it. No, the betrayal, the absence of truth, and the overwhelming cowardice was what got under my skin.
I managed to keep my composure through the short drive back to the apartment but completely lost it when i saw Quinn already sitting in my room. I slammed the door shut and ran into their arms, practically tackling them onto the bed. With my face buried in their chest I broke into ugly heart wrenching sobs with tears as big as hail. It seemed never ending and Quinn patiently petted my head not saying a single word until I was ready. Lucas remained outside in the living room and I was sure he could hear everything. I was embarrassed now and almost wished he wasn't here but i had to at least thank him for keeping a level head while mine was about to explode.
“I just wish,” i swallowed hard. “I just wish he would've told me instead of throwing it in my face. You should've seen the way she was clutching onto him, like some...clingy, stupid, little irritating slut! Who even does that? And he just let it happen. He can't even tell someone when they don't want to be fuck buddies anymore.”
“I know, Eri. But you really can’t dwell on it. I know you had feelings-”
“I did NOT have feelings for him.”
Quinn set their hand over mine and gave me a slightly condescending look, like they didn't believe me. “Regardless,” they continued. “Men ain't shit and this just proves how much of a piece of scum he was. You are everything, Eri. It sounds cheesy to say but you're so amazing and he doesn't deserve an ounce of what you gave him.” They grabbed my hands tight and squeezed them. “One day you're gonna find someone that treats you right. Someone who you're not afraid to love and you can trust with all your heart. I know you don't really believe in love but it is going to happen to you someday. Please, just please, don't waste your time over him.”
They wiped the tears from my face before handing me several tissues. I blew my nose, over and over and wiped at my puffy face until my sobs turned into small sniffles and hiccups. Eventually I calmed down even further when Quinn pulled me back into their arms and covered me in gentle kisses. I cracked the smallest of smiles when their lips pressed against my forehead and trailed down to my nose. “You're stronger than all of this, okay? You're the one that defends us all. You're mommy and daddy.” They chuckled. “But above all you’re the best and I want to do everything I can to make you feel better.”
“Can you bury the body once I kill Johnny?” I laughed.
“Well, duh. Who else is gonna help you? Lucas? He’s dumber than I am.”
“That is true. I’m embarrassed that he probably heard me cry like a big gay baby.”
“If he says anything about it, i’ll clock him in the jaw.”
I smiled at the sentiment but couldn’t help think back to the night of the beach party where Johnny decked Matt in the face for being such an asshole. At least back then he seemed like a caring human being and I could tolerate him. I actually wanted to be with him then. Well, be around him. I had to push those thoughts away and get over what was hurting me the most. Just then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. “Is it ok to come in?” Lucas asked. I nodded and Quinn beckoned him in. He smiled and came over to my bed sitting behind me and pulling me between his legs. “Are you feeling any better?”
“A little. I stopped crying and don’t feel like taking a bat to his car so...i guess i’m okay for now.”
“Ok, I was worried for a bit there.” He wrapped his arms around my ribcage and squeezed me gently to his chest.
“Yeah, me fucking too.”
Quinn came closer to us and set their head on Lucas’ shoulder. “We could still take a bat to his car. It’s a beat up piece of shit anyway.”
I gave Quinn a little kiss before setting my head back on Lucas’ chest. “Don’t give me any ideas ok?”
They gave me another kiss holding it a little longer before realizing what they were doing. “Wait, sorry. I shouldn’t. That was terrible of me. You’re feeling like shit. I’m an idiot.”
I gave them a small shrug. “No, it’s okay. I don’t mind it. Actually, feeling anything but what I’m feeling now is helpful.”
“Uh...should I leave?” Lucas asked.
I turned my attention towards Lucas, wrapping my arms around him. “No. Stay here. I owe you remember.”
“Are you sure?” He asked. He looked at me then at Quinn as if to confirm everything.
“Eri’s in charge. Whatever they say goes.Though I don’t particularly think it’s a good idea to do this now, if you really think it’ll make you feel better then...”
“Please...I’d like to forget about all this shit and feel good.”
Lucas nodded and chewed at his bottom lip. I looked up at him, giving him a reassuring smile before i covered his lips in my own. Quinn took up residence behind me, tentatively holding my hips and nuzzling my shoulders. Their dainty hands slid underneath my shirt and rubbed at my stomach before cupping my breasts. I pulled away from Lucas to lift the shirt over my head and toss it nearby. He plucked away the clasps of my bra, sliding it down my arms and letting it join my shirt. Quinn tugged at my hips this time, letting me know they wanted my attention. I smiled, always enamored by their cuteness and ability to beg for me. I turned my body towards them, and pushed them lightly back onto the bed. They were only in an over sized shirt and panties and i made quick work in pulling those away. With their body free for me to command I wrapped my lips around their overly sensitive nipples, pulling them into perfect pink peaks. A few sucks at a time to each one would already draw impatient moans from them. The tease was always part of the fun and I pulled away to retreat back to their lips for another round of slow kisses.
Lucas stepped off the bed momentarily, allowing himself more space to pull off his sweatshirt and shorts from his tall frame. He cupped my chin in his hand and leaned down for a quick kiss. “Go lower.” He whispered.
I smiled dreamily as I listened, trailing kisses down Quinn’s stomach until I parted their thighs. Lucas turned Quinn’s head towards him, rubbing the head of his semi hard cock over the outline of their lips before sliding himself in. His eyes fell closed and I watched Quinn’s cheeks hollow ever so slightly with each suck luring him to a pleasure ridden state. His head dipped back and his slender fingers buried themselves within their dirty blonde hair. It was tempting to spend all night watching them flow together so effortlessly but instead I joined in on the fun and dove my head between Quinn’s legs. They still smelled of the sweet florals of their body wash which made me smile as I covered their lower lips with my tongue. A quick gasp wrapped around Lucas’ dick which made him bite his lip and pull them closer. I drifted my tongue through the budding wetness taking in the warm taste. My lips created gentle tugs on their clit, making the tender nerves swell and garner more favored reactions from my best friend.
I felt my own heat stirring and I pressed my thighs together to try and get a bit of friction but it was useless. I let out a bit of a frustrated groan as I was starting to become hungry for attention. “Take them off.” Lucas panted in between deep thrusts down Quinn’s throat. He was referring to my leggings, which in my hazy state, I had completely forgotten about. Once I was free i returned to my all fours position, spreading my knees wide and dipping my stomach towards the bed. I was going to reach back to finger myself but Lucas beat me to it, using his long limbs and our small bodies to his advantage. His middle finger worked my slit up and down, up and down, up and down, the tip of it making small stops to circle around my entrance. I pushed back towards his finger impatiently waiting to be filled. He chuckled lower and dared to tease me further with the smallest of touches to my clit. I wiggled my hips almost mewling between my staggered licks to Quinn who seemed to notice my distraction. They pulled off of Lucas and swatted at his stomach.
“Be nice, Lucas.”
He quit his teasing then and plunged his finger in though he was pouting about it. I settled into the motion, loving the way he effortlessly slid against my walls and stroked all kinds of sins into me. I was finally able to focus my attention back to Quinn-as I was at least getting a bit of release-and moved my tongue inside them. I dove as deep as I could, burying my face into their soft skin. I gripped at their thighs, preventing them from squirming around as my nose nudged against their clit and my tongue lapped quicker. Lucas added another finger, scissoring me open before plunging back in fully. He was starting to curl his knuckles and bring out the slick sounds of my cum covering his fingers. His deep moans grumbled in his throat as Quinn’s hand flexed around his length, stroking almost in time with Lucas’ thrusts inside me. I pulled away from Quinn then, not wanting Lucas to get too eager and cum early. Instead I crawled up to their face, gently turning their head away from his cock and slid my tongue into them trading their taste for Lucas’.
“Fuck you guys are so hot.” He groaned.
“Shut up Lucas.” Quinn and I said at the same time, rolling our eyes.
“Quick question though...How you you want me to cum? Like in one of you or…?”
I shrugged. “Whatever you want. Doesn't matter to me.”
He seemed to beam with excitement until I snapped my fingers and pointed at my little box of condoms on my dresser. His ego was deflated and he begrudgingly went to retrieve one while Quinn and I laid beside each other. Our hands dove between each others thighs as we kissed, our fingers circling our clits and filling each other every so often. Lucas rejoined us on the bed, looking over us like a buffet, wondering where to start. “Don’t think about it too hard.” I teased, nudging his thigh with my foot.
He bit his lip and set his hands on my hips choosing me as his first source of pleasure. He pressed kisses into my neck with Quinn joining him. I adjusted myself beneath him, widening my legs for him to settle between. Slowly, he sunk into me, filling me with his length and making me clutch onto his shoulders. My brows scrunched just for a moment as i adjusted to the familiarity inside me. Lucas' waited, occupying himself with a few bites to my neck and deep kisses to Quinn. My hand slipped down to grip his firm ass, pulling him in for a minimal thrust. He took it as an offer to proceed and pulled out slowly. I gripped Quinn's hand, bracing myself for the harsh snap of his hips Instead, I was met with a methodical and slow plunge as if he was determined to make me feel every ridge and vein throughout his shaft.
Surprisingly enough, Lucas was the best at slow fucking and pretty attentive for a semi adult with one thing on his mind. He kept a firm grip on me, guiding me to roll back against his hips and let the tip of his cock firmly press against my walls. My head dipped back into the pillow as I closed my eyes and relaxed into a space of forgetfulness -forgetting about all my troubles and coping with the fact that I had friends who would give me everything I needed. I didn't have to rely on some fuckboy with a wannabe girlfriend. Quinn was right about Johnny and I was glad they could bring me some peace of mind along with a slice of pleasure.
Their gentle fingers were caressing my clit while their lips clamped onto my nipple. With the added attention to my bundle of nerves, i was already feeling my muscles tingling with anticipation of my release. I bit down on my lip as i exhaled softly. I could hear Lucas’ rough moans above me, secretly loving how loud and husky they sounded. My thighs clenched around his waist adding to the motion of our bodies shifting into one another. Quinn kissed their way up my neck to my ear and stumbled through asking me if they could sit on my face. I tried to stifle my giggle at their embarrassment to even ask and simple nodded. They maneuvered themselves over my chest, continuously looking back to make sure they wouldn't accidentally kick me. I assured them that it was alright and let them scoot back over my lips. I wrapped my arms around their thighs, securing them against me, before working my tongue through their folds once more. I heard them sigh softly, fading into a moan.
Lucas was mumbling under his breath, most likely nonsensical compliments about how hot we are and how he got off on girl on girl action. Quinn and I normally ignored what he said and focused on how gorgeous his body was and how quickly he could make us cum. Once he saw Quinn over me however, he picked up the pace of his slow thrusts, preferring his usual hard quick snaps instead. My toes curled against his lower spine and I felt like i was crushing his waist between my thighs. He pulled them away from him and instead pushed my legs up towards Quinn, making them hold my knees in place. I practically felt him in my stomach then, plowing away at every inch within me and making my body surge with a tingling sensation.
I squeezed my eyes tighter and tried to keep up the eager thrusts of my tongue into Quinn but it was becoming more and more difficult with the way my body bounced. Suddenly they lifted their hips up allowing me just a small space to see them pushing Lucas back to make room for their head to wedge between my spread thighs. As Lucas thrusted, Quinn licked at my clit all while nudging their ass back against me. My muscles were already clenching and building up tension until i couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed a moan into Quinn's wetness as my lower half wavered with the taxation of my orgasm.
Lucas’ pulled out slowly, a small rush of my cum following him. Quin carefully moved off of me and kissed me, smearing our tastes together momentarily before joining Lucas. I curled up in my little area, regaining my breath while the pair switched up their positions. Quinn was pushed onto their hands and knees, their ass poised perfectly high in the air to give him easy access to plunge into them. I watched with half lidded eyes as I regained my breath. It was nice to lay in the after bliss of it all even when Quinn’s loud moans and the sound of skin on skin disturbed my peace.
Eventually I felt myself getting roped into the mix again with barely any time to truly catch my breath. “You know I’m not done with you yet.” Lucas smirked.
“I was just letting you play with Quinn for a bit. Just to make my baby boy happy.” I pushed back his hair that was getting more sweat drenched by the second. “Don’t you like a thorough workout?”
“I do. So bend over.” He pushed me back down onto the bed making follow the same position as Quinn. He separated from them and slammed into me keeping firm pressure on my lower back. I bit into my pillow, burying my moans into it. Every so often i would feel him leave and switch over to Quinn who gripped my hand with such intensity I was afraid they would break it. I could tell they were close to losing it and for the sake of it all I was selfishly awaiting a second orgasm. Lucas kept the pace with Quinn for a little bit longer before alternating again. It was a tense and teasing feeling, having that desire build up in the deepest part of me then have it ripped away. Teetering right on the edge was enough to make me a begging mess and also extremely bratty. I whined into the pillow, working myself back roughly onto him, as his hand gripped the back of my neck while he plowed into me.
I was panting and drawing nearer to my orgasm, loving the switch into a deep hard fucking but he tore away from me again, making me groan. “Lucas!”
He chuckled and gave my ass a slap. “Relax, there's enough of me to go around.” He plunged into Quinn and brought them to their completion before me just out of spite. Quinn rushed out a scream as their little body shook before collapsing onto my bed. Their hair stuck to their forehead and i pushed it away gently. I was happy that they came but pissed off at Lucas for making me wait. He was being such a snarky little shit about it too. He laid down finally, his head in the direction of the foot of the bed, and patted his thighs, beckoning me to him.
“Ride me, babes. I’m ready.”
I whacked his toned stomach but nonetheless made my over to straddle his hips. I guided him back inside, inhaling deeply as he felt even heavier and thicker now. Slowly, i bounced, setting my hands on his chest to keep my balance. My head dipped low and I bit into my bottom lip trying not to get too loud. He gripped my hips with one hand while the other dipped into his mouth, drawing his tongue over the length of his middle finger. In a few seconds, I felt that wetness between my cheeks, dancing across my rim.
“Relax, Eri. Fuck baby, relax for me. It’s gonna feel so good.”
“Just do it and shut up.” I grabbed his face and crushed his lips to mine as he pressed his finger into me, going slowly at first. His thick tongue slipped into my mouth, practically silencing my ability to convey my pleasure. He was able to eventually work his knuckle into me, making me wince as he coupled it with a faster grind of his hips. I accepted him anyway rocking back on the feeling of each one of my holes being occupied by him. His tongue, his finger, his cock, and my overstimulation was a match made in heaven. His dug his fingertips into my ass forcing our bodies as close as they could go. He was losing control and finding any which way to stay stable but continued to falter. He tossed his head back, finally releasing my lips from his grasp, and filling the condom within me. I ground through his orgasm, chasing my own so I wouldn’t be left unfulfilled after his little edging spell. He was starting to squirm a bit, wanting to slip away from the slight overstimulation. It didn’t stop me though. The feeling of getting my payback sparked my nerves, making me cum hard. I collapsed to the right of him as my legs gave way and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. Quinn crawled over to Lucas’ left side and laid their head on his chest.
“You guys left me to just jack off on my own!”
“I thought you liked watching us fuck.” Lucas laughed.
“Yeah but you could've at least ate me out!”
I sighed and left them to bicker or even get into it again, wanting to get my peace of mind back. Besides my phone buzzed and I was curious as to who was messaging me now. It was Yuta. I sighed and opened the message quickly just to see what he wanted.
Kisskissfallinlove: NOT COOL
Kisskissfallinlove: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
Of course he was referring to me making an example out of him just a couple hours ago.
I didn’t need your toys here. They were gonna get mixed in with my stuff
Kisskissfallinlove: I’M THE ONLY ONE WITH BRIGHT PINK SHIT BECAUSE ITS UR FAVE COLOR
Kisskissfallinlove: HOW COULD IT GET MIXED UP
Stop yelling at me.
Also i’m kinda busy rn
I’ll message you later
Kisskissfallinlove: i’m gonna get you, dont you worry.
I’m not worried sir. I was simply returning your stuff. Don’t forget your shit next time and it wont happen again.
Kisskissfallinlove: thursday. My room
Kisskissfallinlove: i mean it eri.
We’ll see
I tossed my phone back down contemplating ignoring his request or falling into his bed again. Why not? What was the worst that could happen? I needed everything to help me get over the fact that Johnny was over me.
--
Yuta had his legs crossed over mine, pinning my ankles to the bed with his feet. My arms were bound behind my back with the same pink rope I had dumped into his lap just days before. An intricate and tight pattern that accentuated my chest kept me from squirming too much. I couldn’t talk, barely could even moan with the ball gag he stuffed in my mouth. All the while he sat behind me letting a relentless stream of vibrations from his favorite hitachi wand wash over my clit. My toes curled and my fingers flexed against his stomach as he forced me to stop right before I could have my satisfaction. The vibrations were so strong I could feel them even when he pulled the toy away. My panties were becoming a soaked mess as he insisted I keep them on. He loved the way my cum spread across the center leaving the wet spot behind. “Do you wanna cum?” He asked. His other hand was busy scrolling through his phone as if nothing was phasing him at all.
I growled at his stupid question. If I wasn’t irritated enough at his punishment, the fact that he wasn’t even paying attention to me was worse. He set his head on my shoulder. I could see texts popping up on his phone but I had no idea what they said. While Korean men was my forte, the language sure as hell wasn’t. I squirmed a bit more vieing for more pleasure and get this over with. Edging always made me want to kick and scream, especially when Yuta was behind it.
“Oh, did you get the text about Taeyong and Taeil’s Halloween party?”
I glared over at him. How the hell was I supposed to answer with this stupid gag in my mouth? He popped it out and I worked to suck back the spit that it had accumulated before I drooled all over myself unintentionally. “N-no. Let me cum already!”
“It’s this weekend,” He continued. “I’m kind surprised they didn’t tell you. Everyone’s going over there to chill and shit. Do you think you’ll go?”
I bit into my bottom lip as my calves strained and my toes flexed as I tried to focus the pain somewhere else. “I-I don’t th-thi-think I should show up somewhere-AHHH! Uninvited!!!”
He turned the speed up higher. “Yeah I guess it is kind rude but who cares. They know you. It’s not like you're some stranger. You can just be my date.” He kissed me on the cheek and flashed that gorgeous sunshine-y smile at me. I was half tempted to headbutt him.
“Oh a date? Well don’t I just feel so fuckin’ special.”
He tsked at me. “Now, now, Eri. Watch your language. Besides, you’re gonna ditch me as soon as you see Johnny.
The name made me stop wriggling for a moment. “I am not going to ditch you for that asshole.” I said through grit teeth. He turned off the wand then, giving me relief but also stress from the incomplete build up. “I have no reason to go after him now that he has a girlfriend. I may sleep around but I’m not a homewrecker.”
“It’s kinda weird. He keeps saying that she isn’t his girlfriend but she’s like everywhere. And i mean EVERYWERE. She kinda creeps all of us out. He hasn’t seemed like himself either.”
I panted as he pulled the wand away from my panties and replaced it with his fingers. He was sliding through the oversaturation, every graze over my overly sensitive clit making me want to scream. If I didn’t keep up the conversation though I had a feeling he would go back to torturing me. “What exactly do you mean?”
Yuta shrugged and stilled his movements. “Like he’s quiet and he hasn’t really responded to our texts. He kinda looks a mess too.”
My stomach fell with a sudden heaviness. Was something going on with him and that stupid slut? Why was he with her anyway? The whole situation still irritated me but i had to remember that I was over him. I had to move on so whatever was happening with him was none of my business. I shrugged. “Well that sucks for him. I don’t know what you want me to do about it. Maybe I shouldn’t even go. I don’t need to be around him.”
“Damn Eri, that’s harsh…”
“No. You know what’s harsh, not having the balls to even tell me that he didn’t want to be fuck buddies anymore. I don’t care if he got a girlfriend but you don’t just drop someone like that.” I swallowed hard before my voice cracked. “Anyway, i’m over that.”
“Oh, yeah, totally. Sounds like it.” He said sarcastically. I slammed my shoulder back into his chest.
“Remind me why I hang out with you again. You’re frustrating.”
“Because i’m your prince, duh.” His fingers started up again and I could hear the loud squelching as he dove into me. “You should still come with me. I don’t want it to be a giant sausage fest. If anything goes down, we can leave and go get pancakes or something. My treat.”
“Ok, ok.” I agreed against my better judgement. “I’ll go but only because I still expect pancakes no matter what.”
“Unless you leave me for Johnny.”
“Yuta, for the last time I’m not gonna leave you at the party for Johnny. Now can you PLEASE let me cum?!”
--
Johnny’s POV
I didn’t really want to be here but free booze was basically my middle name. Drinking was starting to become my new best friend and I already felt a buzz going. Rixi was still by my side, having flipped out when she somehow found out I was going to this party. It was leading me to drink more and more just to try and forget she was here. There was only so much that Jae could help me with. After I told him a condensed version of what happened after the rave he got defensive and would step in whenever she got to be too much to handle. I was happy that he didn’t act the way I predicted and instead told me that he would always be there for me. We were each other’s family while we were far away from home. It felt good to have someone believe me and not judge me even though I was constantly wondering why I couldn’t defend myself against her. He had hugged me for a long while after our talk and I was grateful but still felt a bit of guilt. He still had to live his own life too and shouldn’t spend it babysitting me and this monstrosity. When we got to the party I told him to go with Quinn and have a good time. He was hesitant at first, giving Rixi a dirty glare, until I insisted that he’d leave. That was when I starting people watching, focusing on the rotation of people coming in and out of the apartment.
When I saw Yuta enter, a harsh nauseating feeling hit my stomach. I set my cup down, knowing that I would need to steady myself to deal with who he had in tow. I should’ve known she would be here. There was no way to escape her no matter how much my mind flipped flopped through wanting to see her and wanting to run away. She looked good. I had no idea what her costume was but there was a lot of vinyl, straps, and a pair of knee high boots. Everything clung to her like a dream and I could see her body line perfectly. My heart skipped a beat or two when my eyes trailed up to see her gorgeous curls on full display and her lips pouted in a deep burgundy. I sighed, knowing that she was going to be the death of me tonight and get me into so much trouble. I needed her out before shit hit the fan.
Our eyes met for a moment but she turned away quickly, tossing her hair over her shoulder and practically throwing herself on Yuta. I moved away from the wall then, heading out towards the balcony to have a smoke and try and calm my nerves. It was freezing tonight but the chill helped cool the heat on my skin that was already making me sweat from my panic. I lit the cigarette and took a slow drag before setting my arms on the railing. What the hell was I going to do? My terrorizer and savior were both in the same room and i was destined to go mad at the thought of them colliding again. Worst of all, because Eri had come with Yuta it meant that she was on the up and up with him. I didn’t want to see her tongue down his throat or the way he treated her like some hentai porn doll. If only she knew about all the pictures and videos he took of her and shared with us, then she wouldn’t be so quick to have his dick inside her.
My jaw tensed and I took another drag. I set my head in my hands in disbelief at my own jealous thoughts. I couldn’t be jealous. There was no reason to be. Yet here I was wishing that every time she touched him, that it were me instead. I heard the sliding doors glide back and that annoying voice popped up beside me. “Johnnyyyy~” Rixi whined. “Why aren’t you here without me?”
“Because I needed a damn smoke. Taeyong isn’t going to let me do it inside his apartment. Can I be out here by myself for one minute?”
“Silly,” She grabbed onto my arm and set her head on my shoulder. “How else am I gonna keep an eye on you? Especially with that bitch walking around here.”
“Excuse me?” I snapped at her.
“The one you always look at on Instagram and Snapchat. The one that was a show off that day at the student center. I don’t like her.”
“Well I do.” I said, straightening up. “Don’t call her a bitch. I mean it.”
“What do you mean you like her? You can’t. You’re my boyfriend.” Her brows furrowed in anger and she was quick to tighten her grip on my arm as usual. I yanked it back roughly.
“I meant what I said. And I’m not your boyfriend.”
“Why do you keep saying that?!”
“Because you forced me into doing something I didn’t want to and i’m tired of it.”
She pressed me into the wall, digging her nails into my chest. “I didn’t force you to do anything. You’re the one who wanted it at the rave and all the other times after that. So don’t say that you never wanted me because that’s a bold face lie.”
“I was high at the rave. I couldn’t even think straight. You took advantage of that- of me.”
Rixi shoved my face back, making my head hit the wall. I winced instantly, already feeling the ringing in my ear. I grit my teeth and didn’t look at her. My body was freezing again; my brain failing to process any fight or flight response. She chuckled then, a sadistic laugh that mocked me with the fact that she had this power. She finally backed away giving me some space to breathe and nurse the bump that seemed to be already forming on my skull. I tossed the barely finished cigarette over the railing and made my way back inside deciding to walk away from her entirely. Jae wasn’t anywhere to be found but i needed some sort of safe haven now that the balcony was off limits. Rixi was still following close behind me but just ahead i saw Eri dip into the bathroom.
I turned around quickly making Rixi slam into me. “Can i piss without you going in there with me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. But make it quick.”
I almost ran to the bathroom door, collecting my thoughts before I took a deep breath and dove back into the world of the person who made me feel alive.
--
Eri’s POV
I heard a knock on the door just as I was touching up my lipstick, making sure it didn’t smear. I licked my teeth and sighed. “Someone’s in here.” I called out, annoyed that people at this party were impatient as ever.
“Open up.”
“What part of ‘someone’s in here’ don’t you understand?!” I kicked at the door, trying to shoo the creep away.
“It’s Johnny.” What the fuck did he want? I rolled my eyes and let out an audible groan loud enough for him to hear.
“Ok, and?”
“Let me in.”
“For what? I’m busy in here.”
“”Let. Me. In.”
“If you don’t get away from this door I will hurt you. Bet on that.”
“You’d have to open the door first.” He said. I groaned again, even louder than last time knowing he was right. I pulled the door open just a crack. “What do you-” I was cut off by him barging in, pushing me back into the tiny room as he did so. He kicked the door shut behind him and shoved me against it not giving me a chance to even breathe. He slammed his hand above my head as he blocked me from escaping. I glared up at him. “What the hell is your problem?!”
“You’re my problem Eri. What are you doing here?” He growled.
“Excuse you, Yuta invited me to be his date. What do you think you’re doing trying to command shit?”
“I’m not trying to command anything. I’m just irritated that you’re everywhere I turn and I can’t escape you.”
“Well gee, that may be because we’re in the same social circle and I fuck almost every single one of your friends.” I said, spitefully. “Besides, does it even matter now that you’re with your precious girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be occupied with her?” I still wasn’t over that fact and but I had come to terms with it. I was still a clusterfuck of emotions- a little jealousy, anger and spitefulness, and a lot of hurt at the betrayal and lack of communication. All that mixed with the fact that my body was reacting to him already in ways that i utterly despised just pissed me off even more. My hair was on end and his heavy breaths made his chest press against mine. He was a mere two inches away from my face and the look in his eyes made me want to make him regret ever ghosting me. I forced my eyes away from his hostile look but instead I focused on those dangerous lips. No. I had to remember that I wouldn’t change for no dick and he couldn’t have this hold on me any longer. He could fuck right off.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” He growled.
“Oh really? Does she know that? Hard to tell with all those ‘hashtag boyfriend’ posts.”
“Now you’re stalking her instagram?”
“You’re stalking mine. I see your likes every day. What do you think i’m gonna do? Fall for you because you liked my dumb videos?”
“Why do you have to be so endlessly irritating? I don’t want anything from you but to be free.”
“I could say the same about you. I loathe you entirely.”
“Hate me then. Hate me forever. Just get the fuck out of my head. Please get the fuck out of my head.”
What? Had he still been thinking about me this whole time? As much as i had? I wondered if he was hurting like I was. Then again he was the one that caused all of this to begin with. “That sounds like a personal problem. I’ve moved on.”
“Yeah, with who? The little boy toys you got floating around?”
“Careful Johnny, your jealousy is showing.”
He grabbed my face roughly and forced me to look up at him. “It’s not my fault.” He closed the small gap, pressing his lips that i missed so much against mine. I clutched at his chest, almost giving in to his prying tongue but I managed to pull my head away before it got too far. I shoved at his chest and turned my head away from him.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare Johnny. Just don’t. You think you can come back into my life saying and doing what you want when you left me on read for weeks? You didn’t even have the balls to just fucking tell me you wanted to be with her!”
“I don’t want to be with her! That’s the fuckin’ issue! It’s more complicated than you think.”
“What’s complicated about it? You gave me up just to be with her, some low budget copycat version of me. Get over it.”
“How can I when you’re fuckin’ in my head constantly?” He tapped his finger against his temple. “All the damn time, even when I try and force you out you’re in there, haunting me. I’ve tried to get over you, Eri. I’ve tried everything in my power to do so. You wanna talk about hate? That’s hate.”
I scoffed. “In your head? You’re always wrapped up in your head! That’s your problem.” I hit my small fist against him and made him take a step back. My anger was boiling and it was getting worse with the sadness that was creeping into my words. “If you hate me so much then...just get out of my life! We fuck, that’s it. If you’re gonna play games then you’re definitely fucking with the wrong person.”
“I know that. Trust me I do. I just...I can’t think straight. All i do is go back and forth and I get pissed off or needy or sad or anxious. It’s never ending.” He balled his hands up into fists, his forearms straining his frustration. “I wish I could tell you what’s going on…”
I raised a brow at him. “What’s going on is that you’re an asshole and I want nothing to do with you.”
He pushed his hair back and ran a hand over his face. “I get that but...I need you. I fuckin’ need you so bad…”
“Need me? Where we you when I-” I stopped then. Did I really need him or did I just want him? Want him above everything else? I swallowed hard and pressed myself back against the door. Every time. Every damn time. It never failed. Why did I want to run back to him? Why did he have this hold on me? He didn’t deserve anything, especially not my forgiveness or even my body. I could already feel myself ready to cave in at the drop of a hat. I needed to leave this stupid tiny bathroom asap. If I did I could escape him and get a hold of myself. I wouldn’t throw my positive affirmations out the window and make them meaningless again. I reached for the doorknob but his hand covered mine, stopping me. I looked up at him and was suddenly struck with confusion. His eyes weren’t showing anger. Instead they were drowning in hurt. He pressed his forehead to mine and pulled my hand away from the door, placing my arms around his neck while his held my waist. I was disappointed but not surprised that I gave into him. I was kicking myself the entire way, screaming that i was a complete fucking fool and went against everything Quinn had said. But my body ached for him after not having him in my arms for so long. One thing I truly couldn’t escape was the way I felt about him, even if it gave me poor decision making skills.
“Make me feel anything.” He begged.
“What do you need?” I whispered, my voice trembling. I was completely terrified about what I was diving back into
“To feel alive.” He licked his lips and swallowed back. “I need it to hurt.”
I looked up at him as my heart stuttered. “Johnny, I-” He couldn’t mean that. We had never done anything like that before. What was going on with him that he wanted this from me.
“Please, Eri. I trust you.”
I wanted to protest, more than anything, but instead I squeezed him to me tight momentarily before bringing my lips to his. I dont know who this Johnny was but he seemed to have lost the light in his eyes and I didnt like that one bit. My mind buzzed with questions that i wanted answered but knew would be blocked off immediately. His words were making my heart ache more than anything and i felt compelled to extinguish whatever sorrow he had built up within our time apart. I wanted that goofy smile back and I definitely wanted to be the one who caused it. If he wanted this to be a rough wake up call back to reality than i would consent to it. I held his jaw in my hands and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, whispering “I got you.” He nodded, thankful for my agreement.
We shifted slowly into the change of pace, starting with kisses that built their way up from gentle to rough. Our hands explored at first then changed into digs, gropes, and pulls. His hands seemed to be enamored with the simple harness i wore for my ‘costume’ which was just a haphazard mix of whatever I deemed as “sexy enough” for a Halloween party. His fingers traced the embedded rivets in the leather strap from were it rested below my rib cage all the way up to the o-ring on the collar it connected to. He was intrigued by the ring and tugged on it during our rougher kisses, pulling me to my tiptoes though i already had stilettos on. I braced myself against his chest and forced him back against the sink counter. He pulled me along with him by the ring, keeping a solid grip on it while my lips were a flurry of harsh bites to everywhere i could reach. One by one his neck sprouted bright crimson marks, each one coupled with a groan or a hiss. I grew frustrated with the fact that his shirt covered where I wanted to get to the most. I slapped his hand away from me and clawed at the hem of fabric shoving it upwards until he pulled it off all the way.
He tossed it to the ground and my attention peaked when i saw fading green and yellow bruises on his rib cage. “Seems like she already makes it hurt for you.” I pointed out bitterly. Doubt sprouted in my mind like a budding plant and i wondered if she had gotten him used to being rough. Her of all people, when i had the most experience between him and I. My jaw settled with my selfishness, reminding me of that nagging friend, jealousy.
“Trust me, it wasn't in the way i wanted. You can make me feel good; you're a thousand times better.”
I smirked at the sudden boost to my ego. I dipped my nails into the soft skin of his stomach and pressed into him harder. “No shit. Tell me did I ever cross your mind when you were with her? When you were fucking her, touching her, when you kissed her? Did you wish it was me at all?” i teased, licking across my lips coyly.
“Every. Fucking. Time.” He growled. His intensity switched instantly and i was suddenly faced with having my skirt and panties viciously pulled down. I kicked the irritating barriers away, stumbling just a bit as they circled the edge of my boots. His large hands cupped my ass, covering them with delicious heat as he hoisted me up onto his waist. He plopped me down on the counter and yanked me to the very edge to keep me on display for him like some sort of trophy. I grabbed onto his face again drawing out more hungry kisses and struggling breaths from him. I bit down on his bottom lip, tugging harshly and painful enough to make his blunt nails drag down my thigh. I let his lip go and licked at the tender skin, placing softer kisses to soothe it. He yanked his head back, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth to nurse it on his own. “Ass.”
I smirked. “You said make it hurt.” I propped myself back on my elbows, leaning back on the counter and taking in the sight before me- my legs spread wide and a man who was desperate enough to seek out the pleasure i gave him while that she devil lingered at the party most likely wondering where he was at. The evil part of my ego was at it again suddenly growing the fantasy of me winning the battle and the war. He came back to me even after being under her thumb for this past month. That in of itself was enough to add to my building wetness. I brought two fingers to my lips, taking a few seconds to outline the fullness of them before slipping them past my teeth. Johnny’s eyes were hooked on the movements and his hands were moving on their own so as to not distract him from the show i was putting on. He fumbled with the zipper of his dark jeans until he worked them down his long legs and let them pool at his ankles. His navy briefs came next, uncovering his cock that i missed so, so much.
I let my fingers go with a delicate pop and traced them down my stomach to meet my center. I bit down on my lip as i slid them over my clit and guided them towards my entrance. Carefully, i eased one in, getting just to the knuckle before attempting the second one. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the mirror as i started to thrust and wiggle my small fingers as deep as they could go. I felt his hand drift to my lips, mimicking my previous motions, forgoing wetting his own fingers and instead shoving them in my mouth instead. It was quickly filled with three of them, almost making me gag on the rough invasion. He thrusted them faster than i could keep up but I swallowed as best as I could, my tongue giving attention to each of their lengths. While his hand kept busy with my mouth, I continued coaxing my cum from within me, knowing I would need every last bit of it for what I wanted him to do.
He was working his own bites into my skin now, digging his teeth into my inner thigh. His mouth was so close to where i desired him most that I couldn’t help but try and buck my hips towards him. He slapped my thigh then, right over the fresh wet bite, making it sting. I whimpered around his fingers just as he pulled them out. I broke the string of spit, wiping my lips as I hated the mess he made me make. “That hasn’t changed,” He swallowed back a small groan as he fisted the head of his cock within his wet fingers. “I won’t do that.”
I rolled my eyes and propped my heel onto his shoulder, getting better access to my entrance. I continued to pump my fingers, forcing my walls to stretch around them. They were nothing compared to Johnny but I could at least tease him with the little show I was putting on. With each trust I would scissor myself open, gaping my eager entrance just a bit before spreading my lips open. The sight made Johnny rut into his hand faster, filling his palm fully. “You’re still such a punk.” I dug the tip of my stiletto into his shoulder as I filled myself again with my fingers. He pushed back against the heel and grabbed at my hips roughly.
“I just like you to beg and never give you the satisfaction.”
I barely had time to pout because he slammed into me so swiftly that my body shook with the force. I wrapped my arms around him tight, a high pitched squeak was all i could manage to let out as I was too afraid that even with the music blaring outside everyone could hear me scream. I left no part of his shoulder blades unmarked by my nails, adding spite into each one. Being fucked open like this was excruciatingly intoxicating, so raw and full of hunger that I could barely process it all. My head was tossed back, my body bouncing against his. My leg remained propped on his shoulder allowing him to dig as deep as he could go.
My hands shifted to his hair, pulling with all my might and earning me the hardest slam yet. My thighs shook with the intensity and tears were edging around the corners of my eyes. He mimicked my pull, grabbing a fistfull of my curls to give him access to mar my shoulders. Unlike him, i despised getting my hair pulled and it only edged me further. I tried to break free from his iron grip but he was relentless. It was like he never wanted to let me go no matter how tight I already was against him. I distracted him with kisses, whimpering like a helpless puppy against him and begging him for more while my hand wrapped around his. I pulled him away, little by little, and transferred his grip to my neck. My scalp still throbbed and I’d much rather feel that strong grip preventing the air from escaping my lungs.
He stilled for a moment, finally easing away from me. I could see him weighing his options and if he could really go through with it. Our moans dissipated into heavy pants as I waited for him. He chewed on his bottom lip, his free palm rubbing up and down my thigh. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading and matching my coy beg. “Please daddy?” I mewled. I covered my mouth quickly, realizing that I had actually uttered that word to him. Heat rose to my cheeks as there was no way to take them back. I tried not to look at him; i couldn't bare to show him my embarrassment. Even though he said he may like it we were still testing the waters and i chose tonight of all times to say it.
My panicked thoughts were stopped when Johnny ripped me off the counter and turned me around, pulling out from me momentarily. He then shoved my ass back against his hips tearing through me again and making me grip the counter to try and steady myself. I was practically bent over, my knees hitting the cabinets below, as he pressed against my back leaving me helplessly trapped. His fingers finally clenched around my throat, suffocating me in the most sinful way. My eyes fell closed and I smirked loving every minute of him destroying me. With his lips close to my ear I heard him pant heavily. “Why do you make me go crazy, Eri?”
“Because,” I rasped, trying to speak as much as I could. “You asked for it remember? I guess we’re both fucked in the head for torturing each other like this.” I swallowed against his fingers as i pressed myself back against him following his movements. My thighs were starting to quiver and my lungs burned in need. Sweat beaded across my forehead as my body felt like it was on fire especially with Johnny crushing me. His unoccupied hand crept between my thighs and circled my clit, even kicking my legs open further to gain more access.
“That’s for damn sure.” He chuckled lowly. “Spread yourself so I can see how good I’m fucking you.”
“Don’t...be so-” I winced as It almost stung to talk. “G-gross.” I gave in and tapped on his forearm, begging him to let me go. He unfurled his fingers and forced my arms behind my back to rest on my ass. I gulped down air, finally being able to expand my chest fully. Johnny seemed determined to take my breath away anyway with another violent slam.
“Do it.” I felt his lips press several kisses down my spine as if he was trying to convince me. I practically growled, trying to snap bites at him when his kisses got close to my shoulders. He caught my lip in his teeth paying me back for how harshly I had bitten him earlier. I winced and tried pulling away only making the pain much worse. He was doing in on purpose and i knew he wouldn't let go until i complied with his order. With a blow to my pride and heaps of embarrassment i pulled apart my cheeks and let him see how deep his cock was forcing me open. He finally pulled away from my lip and i could taste the faintest hint of blood.
The sound that came from deep within his throat as he watched me made my entire body tingle. God that sound- a little primal and angry but still so hungry to cum and feel me clench around him. My body did just that, tensing my walls as I clawed at his wrist and begged him to keep filling my clit with pleasure. He landed a hard smack to my ass, most likely punishment for ruining his view with my desperation. My body jerked forward, my legs creeping onto my tiptoes and pushing me to my orgasm. I covered my mouth quickly, screaming into my skin instead of letting the whole party know how good he made me feel. I pressed my forehead to the counter trying to sap up the coolness of the fake tile.
Johnny barely let me rest through the small aftershocks and my cum spread across my thighs. He pulled me to the floor forcing me onto my knees. The angels were on his side today because I would’ve bitten his dick clean off but my subspace overrode my brattiness as soon as those chocolate eyes glared down at me I was a pathetic puddle at his mercy and he didn’t even have to ask. My lips parted for him and he pushed his way through, practically hitting the back of my throat. It was more than i could handle and I tried to get some breathing room but his hand remained on my shoulder, pressing me into place. I clawed at his hips as my tongue crawled along his shaft and whenever his tip would meet the edge of it. He was singing praises to me, as if my mouth was an entity to pray to. I could feel just the beginnings of his cum slip into my mouth as his hand switched to the back of my neck. His thighs flexed under my palms and my name came with a guttural groan. Though that was enough of a warning I still wasn’t prepared for the thick ropes that coated my throat.
I shoved his hips away and slammed my hand over my mouth, trying my damndest not to hurl his musky bitter taste back up. Reluctantly, I swallowed and shuddered hating the way it slid down my throat. Jesus, why did he cum so much?! He touch returned to a gentleness though my eyes were filled with venom.
“A little warning would have been nice!”
“Sorry! I thought it was obvious! Are you okay?”
I sighed and got up slowly, bracing myself on the counter. “Yeah, no, just peachy. Can’t walk but what else is new.” I wiped my mouth then noticed something. “Johnny?”
He was starting to pull up his underwear when he looked at me. “What?”
“Did you...did you not use a condom?”
He froze. “Oh….”
“Yeah, oh! Oh my god. That’s like my one rule!” I covered my face trying not to think about how flustered it made me.
“Well...I mean you swallowed so...nothing’s gonna happen.” He continued getting dressed before heading over to the sink to splash cold water on his face.
“Yeah, but…” I blushed harder and turned away from him. Though I was sore as hell, it did feel really good. I had never had sex with anyone like that before and now that it was with Johnny I had the irritating idea that it was somehow special. I warned myself to throw that idea out. Nothing was special. He was just a fucking forgetful idiot. I pushed my hair back before looking in the mirror to see the kind of damage my sweat had done to my makeup. I caught Johnny looking at me from his reflection. “What?”
He smiled a little and leaned in to steal a kiss from me. It caught me off guard and I pulled away just a bit only to have him chase my lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close making sure I couldn’t escape. I giggled and pawed at his chest trying to stop his continuous onslaught of sweet pecks. “Stop that!”
“What I can’t kiss you now? You like it.” He blew me a kiss and winked which made me roll my eyes.
“Why are you a dork? You were literally fucking me raw and shoving your dick down my throat and now you’re all soft. What gives?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just something that you bring out of me.” He shrugged and placed another kiss on my lips, this time not as playful as before. I exhaled softly and let myself get wrapped up in the romance of his kiss. I held onto him, allowing his tongue to glide against mine and make my heart flutter. We stayed in each others arms for awhile until I realized that if we kept this up we would be stuck in this bathroom for probably another hour. I pulled away reluctantly. “Hey...um, we should get back out there before anyone notices.”
“I’m sure they noticed anyway. I don’t think I was that subtle.” He laughed.
“Probably not. It’s kind of hard to be sneaky when you’re 6 feet tall and an idiot.”
“Doesn’t help that I trip on everything either.” He set a kiss on my forehead and adjusted his clothes, making sure he was ready to go back out and rejoin the party. I let him leave, still having to clean up myself and get my clothes back on. He closed the door softly and I made quick work of wiping myself down and shimmying back into my bodycon skirt. It was when I went to fix my makeup that I heard yelling outside the door. I swung it open, stumbling out a bit and saw Rixi land a hard slap to Johnny’s cheek. Fuck.
“Are you serious?!” She screamed.
Johnny ran his hand over his face and looked like he was trying with all his might to gather his patience. Christ, was I actually a homewrecker and helped with cheat? God, I didn’t even think of that in the heat of the moment. My stomach started to churn instantly as I was wracked with guilt. He had said she wasn’t his girlfriend but maybe he was lying just to hook up with me. Oh god, I wanted to throw up. I felt a grip on my arm and looked up to see Yuta beside me. “Eri, what the hell did you do?”
“I-I…” I couldn’t even think of words to explain or excuse my actions. My mouth just made motions until I snapped it shut and looked away. What would I even tell him that wasn’t the obvious with the marks along my neck? Yuta face palmed and gave me a great sigh of disappointment.
“Can’t say I’m surprised.” He mumbled making me feel worse about the whole situation. I stared at my feet helplessly wishing that Quinn would come get me and take me home.
“Cut it out!” I heard Johnny say.
“Whoa, fuck!” Yuta let me go and went over to to the commotion. I saw Rixi still putting her hands on Johnny though he was trying to deflect her attacks. Yuta was trying to separate the two but Rixi shoved him back. I could understand why she was mad of course. She had every right to be. But hitting anyone wasn’t going to solve anything. Johnny’s face was already red and shirt overstretched with all the pulling she was doing to it. It was garnering attention from the partygoers and eyes were split between me and the commotion. I felt like i had a giant scarlet letter on my back and the shady whispers weren’t helping. As i was trying to take the opportunity to escape I heard more yelling and a loud bang.
“Dude cut it out!”
Johnny was against the wall now and Yuta was trying his best to still get a handle of the situation, Taeyong had stepped in and the music cut out. Everyone was walking on eggshells, teetering around the morals of hitting a woman. Something clicked within me and I pieced together what was going on. She wasn’t just mad, she was purposefully attacking him, landing multiple hits and that was something I wouldn’t take. I stormed over, shoving Yuta out the way and grabbing Rixi by the shirt. She had a few inches on me but I was far from scared.
“Go ahead, lay a hand on him again.” I growled. She shoved me back hard, making me stumble back into Yuta. My anger boiled over and I launched myself at her just as the chants for a fight started. Taeyong caught me and held me back.
“ERI! Go the fuck home!”
I tried pushing him away but he only held onto me tighter. “Are you just gonna let this happen?!”
“You're a shit starter and i’m not gonna have a fight break out and the cops called at my fucking party. Go. Home.”
“Me a shit starter!? Don't you see what she's doing to him?!”
“You're the one who had to go and sleep with him to begin with! Now leave.” He let me go then as i almost went lifeless at his words. It hurt more than anything especially because I knew it was probably my fault. I stepped back and turned on my heels, grabbing my coat off the nearby couch, before running out the door. I pushed through the front door of the apartment complex and frantically searched in the dark for my car. I dug my hand through my coat pocket and fished them out, clicking on the key fob to see my headlights glowing. Tears were starting to fall down my cheeks.
“Wait up!” I heard from behind me. I kept walking, refusing to stop for him. Of course he followed me. He was just planning to make things worse.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted back at him. I got to my car and grabbed a hold of the handle, swinging the door open. He ran to catch up to me and held onto the door, preventing me from closing it.
“Please wait.”
“Wait for what?! I was stupid and fucked you when I knew you had a girlfriend-”
“She isn’t my girlfriend!”
“Why the fuck do you keep saying that!?”
“Because she-!” He sighed. “I have to tell you something. Something important but not here. Come to my place?”
“Why should I?”
“I think you need to know the truth about me and Rixi.”
--
Ten/Eri Chat
Ten: (Spotify Link) Break Up with your Girlfriend, Im Bored- Ariana Grande
Ten: (Spotify Link) Send My Love (To Your New Lover)
Ten: (Youtube Link) LEMONADE Full Album Beyonce
What are you doing????
Ten: (Spotify Link) Thank you, next- Ariana Grande
Tennnnnnnn. What. are. You. doing????
Ten: I’m helping you create a playlist so you can cry/get over Johnny
Ten: And hurry up and get in my bed
Ten: But I’m being a good friend first
Oh my god, i’m going to snap your little neck
Ten: Which diva phase are you in, crying like adele, hoeing like ariana, or i’m gonna kill you like beyonce?
I’m in my “im gonna block Ten” phase.
Ten: Wack, i’m perfect and you love me.
Ten: Second question though
Ten: Want to go to the club with me tonight?
What club? For what? I just worked a 6 hour
Ten: So? Get your good bra out and lets get fucked up and make out with everyone
Ten: You deserve it.
Ten: and duh, gay club downtown. Who has time for boring hetero clubs
I don’t even think i’ve been to a straight club. What are the heteros like Ten? They’re a mystery to me
Ten: Ask your boyfriend
Ask all the girls you slept with. And all those jocks you blew in high school
Ten: Hey! At least they were on the DL. it counts as gay. Anyway we can dance on the stripper poles when we’re drunk and make poor decisions and record them on snapchat
Ten: cmooooooonnnnnnnnnnnn
Fine. I guess I can go.
Btw i’m in between ariana and beyonce
--
The Boys Group Chat
Taeil: Ok ok ok ok
Taeil: We need to talk about what the fuck is going on
Taeyong: You mean Johnny and his GIRLFRIEND????
Yuta: what even in the actual fuck was that all about? I was so confused.
Taeyong: at least you didn’t get spit on by jae
Ten: Or get all your toys dumped on you lmaoooooooo😂😂😂😂
Yuta: SHUT UP
Yuta: I DIDN’T THINK SHE WAS GONNA DO THAT
Taeyong: you know she did it on purpose because she wanted to make a show out of it
Taeil: careful ty. Ur jungwoo is showing.
Taeyong: shut up it’s not even like that.
Ten: so much spite for such a small body.
Ten: but now that johnnys got a girlfriend maybe she’d want to fuck you again
Taeyong: it’s srsly not like that you shit
Yuta: wait so like...is he out the group chat though? We literally only fuck around. None of us have ever gotten girlfriends or anything
Yuta: not like since h.s anyway
Taeil: its not like were a cult or something
Taeil: we can talk about who we fuck still
Taeil: and trade pics
Jae: you guys don’t know what ur talking about
Jae: just drop it
Ten: how can we drop it?!
Ten: literally Johnny has fucked around more than all of us
Yuta: that’s a lie but ok go off
Ten: ANYWAY
Ten: he’s fucked around a lot and he’s never been tied down so what gives?
Jae: its more complicated than you think
Taeyong: how is it complicated. theyre together right?
Jae: yeah but its still not that simple
jae: just drop it
Jae: i’m trying to handle it
Taeil: handle what????
Taeil: wtf is all this cryptic ass shit???
Jae: im not in a place to tell anyone really
Ten: is he like getting abused lol
Ten: NOT LOL
Ten: but you know what i mean
Jae: i gotta go.
Jae: just don’t talk about shit that you know nothing about
Taeil: OK BUT THIS DOESN’T ANSWER ANYTHING OH MY GOD
Lucas: so like idk whats going on with johnny
Taeyong: neither do we
Lucas: but eri was pissed.
Ten: no shit
Lucas: but i managed to calm her down
Lucas: me and quinn
Lucas: together
Yuta: wait a minute you got a fuckin angry threesome out of all of this?????
Yuta: NO FAIR
Lucas: a lot happened lol
Lucas: a lot a lot
Taeil: goddammit lucas
Taeyong: what’s your score at now?
Lucas: for eri?
Taeyong: duh.
Lucas: does the bj count? Multiple orgasms in one go?
Taeil: bj's fine, no to the mult orgasms
Lucas: lets see, there was like once or twice in between some stuff so including the bj and the threesome like 4 for Eri and like 12 for quinn
Yuta: fuck i’m behind. I only have 2
Taeil: We’ve had three lessons so thats what i got👅👅👅👅
Ten: I’ve been busy with dance practice so i got 3 too. We got drunk at the club and fucked after
Taeyong: good going idiot
Lucas: ok but you’re losing at 0
Taeyong: I’M NOT PLAYING
Ten: 👀👀👀👀👀
Johnny: quit talking about her like that.
Johnny: i’m dead serious
Johnny: she’s not some piece of meat to fuck with
Ten: ooohh daddy johnny is starting to show
Ten: careful, you might be getting a new girlfriend soon
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14x10 Commentary
Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.
Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.
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14x10 Nihilism
-I did not want to see Jack like that again thanks
Zeta: true
- And there was a need for some wings there honestly .
[ comes back crawling]
HERE
Zeta: the bar sceeeene
-.....THAT’S A DAMN SQUIRREL WITH A AVIATOR CAP ON ( also I re wrote squirrel four times before getting it right)
- MOOSE!!!
-......The Moose has a tag with “FAMILY BUSINESS” written on it----lol Jensen
Zeta: What’s her name
- PAMELAAAAAAAA . Damn woman I went a bit Bi there
Zeta: OH YES.
- [Music: and I’m searching for a rainbow] .....WOW
-[on the counter] Daphne loves Fred.
my monkey dirty brain: Daddy loves tips.
-hot. want that.
Zeta: the tequila or the bartender?
Bitch please . both.
- D: “ What are we, savages?”
Zeta: Oh the lips
-Cosmic Cowboy. *chokes*
-FB
-why is it always a ghoul case?
-Lol but who’s the drunk guy tho
Zeta: Bitch, look at her biceps
- some Bi slippage there too I see. FOCUS
Zeta: also indeed. Who is he?
-D:”I’ve never had anything this nice”
Also....I would be like Dean if I had a bar. One for the costumer and one for me! woohoo .
- D: “How come you always have a boyfriend?”
P: “How come you always want what you can’t have?”
[looks into the camera like in the office]
- D: “This is my dream”
I kinda see it tho....old grumpy Dean Winchester being the Bobby while running a bar like that. Yes....I like it.
- I knew it . I wanna see someone closed behind that “closet” *wink wink*
Zeta: Oh oh
Zeta: the slo mo.
-NICE .You are welcome for this gif where I let you enjoy the full over the count jump. Nice healthy middle age man over the fence jump ( nevermind this is an italian oil ad ).
-The blood. So cute
Zeta: I’m famous
- mmm
Zeta: shit
-Hello M boi, I missed you fam
Zeta: Changed clothes
- OMFG are you saying that the Archangel Michael macVanity von DramaQueen really just angel mojo changed into his Peaky Blinder wanna be in front of them?
He’s so flamboyant , I love him .
Zeta: The close up
- M making three men kneel with so much as lift his hands. WHAT A MOOD. WHERE CAN I GET THAT? I WANT 10.
- M : “ I saw everything” Yeah no shit we kinda see that coming too
-DoN ‘T IntERrUPt mE
Zeta: Don’t interrupt me
-I’m-
I’m so bothered right now. Dom Michael for the win
-OH WOW
- Sam just “assbutted” Michael lol.
Castiel : Sam....did you just molotov my brother with holy fire?
Sam: uh ....No?
- HE ANGRY
- Dean’s not home right now...
Zeta: Please leave a message
*giggling* I love him
Zeta: His voice GOD DAMN
-yes
- Castiel hair tho.
Zeta: Do you? Cocky much
-but needs to play it cool. Can’t risk to mess up the pomaded hair.
- S:” We the angel cuffs on , Michael is under control”
M: “Keep telling yourself that “ ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)
I *clap* LOVE *clap* HIM *clap*
- S: “Dump him in the trunk of the Impala” ... DUMP HIM .ahahahahaah
-Garth is in the trunk
Zeta: it’s a big trunk
-M: “ It’s a party!”
- J: “ It’s not like any of us can fly”
M : “ Well one of us can”
S: “ STFU”
- J:” Sam, are we gonna die here?” ... wow Jack...babe...stfu
-Yes OMG I forgot about the stalky reaper
Zeta: You mess up so many things
- it ain’t wrong
- [in john Mulaney’s Trump voice] we locked Death away and enslaved the reapers
Zeta: Poor Cas
- ok but WHO....death? Michael is asking himself that too.
-Yes , put him in the dungeon. HOT
Zeta: shit
-I can hear you
Zeta: Shit
-Ahahahahahaahah
Zeta: SHIT
-I’m loving this
Zeta: Bring back Crowley.
Zeta: We left Garth in the trunk looool
- that....everytime we don’t see a character for long that’s it...they are in the trunk.
Zeta: Castiel
-CASTIEL . so strange, I love him, he’s such a sarcastic asshole.
- M: “Yes, uh, put a chair against the door”
Zeta: This pretty smile as I rip you apart
-I’M SHAKING. YAS.
Zeta: Control yourself
- S: “Cass this is all we’ve got”
Zeta: Again?
- well it is a loop.
-MORE SHOTS. (me)
Zeta: The only thing missing is “heat of the moment”
- what if the woman is his conscience trying to get him out and if he sign he’s out? ...like....testing his resolution?
-Little insulting
Zeta: you’re nothing
Zeta: Why is he so perfect in this?
- J: “Dean---is strong”
M *disgusted face*: “ Is a gnat “ . WOW
-OH SHUT UP OOOOH
Zeta: Emotional abuse.
- M: “ he was not happy, but he didn’t care-- Cause you are not Sam, you are not Cass.”
[ me looking smiling to the Castiel/Misha hateclub]
-M: “You are a weak helpless thing”
- Jack , babe ....get away tho
Zeta: LISTEN TO YOUR DAD
- M: “no I’m not and I can still hear you”
Zeta: Prick
- Love that prick..... literally
- I care so little for the others I swear
- M: “Look at you, play nursemaind for a nephilim”
-C: “You are confusing loyalty and compassion for weakness”
Zeta: Damn what am I watching?
- [looks into the camera like in the office] Sexual tension
Zeta: so done. this. Close up
- M “and now...that I’m in here, I know why”
-CHUCK
Zeta: He churn our draft after draft
- M speaks like he’s singing and mocking you at the same time. He has this musicality in his speak and I love it
- C: “Why would he do that?”
M: “BECAUSE HE DOESN’T CARE!”
- good lord I swear all the angels are just brats throwing temper tantrum because they have a trash dad.
- M: “But now , I just want to burn every one of his little worlds until I catch up to the Old man”
Zeta: Even god can die.
- oh ok....overachiever much
Zeta: Hurt Jack
- No no Jack babe...keep your fucking soul .
Zeta: Cool science project
- Michael’s mind: if you mess up my perfectly combed hair Cass I swear-
- M: “ I give it a solid B- .....uh oooh”
me nervously: .....wtf lol
- M: *snorts* Oh Cass, I believe in you.
So rude...so nasty
- j: “ What should I do?”
Zeta: Pray
-Thanks Cas, that’s-......that’s great
Zeta: You are all mine
- ..... YESSIR TAKE ME
Zeta: Dean’s mind.
- ..... if it was a funny episode they could have made so many jokes about being empty lol.
- me looking around haters mind ^
Zeta: This is what you are gonna become
-omg
- THAT WAS DEAN IN HELL.
- Dean’ “NOOOO “ at Castiel death is vibrating into my bones.
- S: “Dean is strong”
- C: “Sam, we’ve been through a lot and Dean is more than strong”
- S: “Dean thrive on trauma.”
WE’VE BEEN KNEW
Zeta: Smart moose
- Somebody has been reading some meta tumblr posts
- P: “You really know how to talk to a lady don’t you?”
me already at Castiel’s feet : wha
- That’s us fans watching 14 seasons of supernatural ^
-Bloody Cass is 100. *licks lips*
- P: “get me a shot. With your braaaain”
Zeta: Well hello.
- C:” That was- that....DeAN ThAt WaS An ACcidENT”
Zeta: Babyyyy
- them baby faces
- C:” WE NEED YOU TO COME BACK”
- S:”POUGHKEEPSIE”
- Dean’s mind : [ old modem sounds]
-M [Slow clap it out.] : Hey Fellas
-AND THE HAT IS BACK
Zeta: I’m you
Zeta: He gripped you tight and raised you from perdition
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH I’M DYING SO BAD.
-BITCH I’M DEAD AND GIGGLING I CAN’T.
-but also....but the fuck is Mary at?... like wow.
- also....everything that Micheal is saying right now is causing me actual fucking pain.
- Ok and both Sam and Cas faces? well thanks
Zeta: He’s buying time
-WOW. Slow smile, oooooH
-S: “So in here, you are all talk”
- oh that’s why he doesn’t use his powers. Serviceable .
Zeta: So happy. Fuck
Zeta: Prove it
- Um...yes hello 911?
Michael getting his hands dirty is too hot for me.
-Fucking Tiger man.
-Come on baby
Zeta: Jack will do something “stupid”
- Well he is his parents’ son *shrug*
Zeta: that
- D:” Then we don’t kick him out, we keep him in”
-oooooh M goes in the closet, lol
Zeta: Oh my god.
- ....Well that was stupid AHAHAHAAH
- I can’t stop laughing .
- M [ROAR]
me: ....
Zeta: I’m the cage.
-HE IS THE CAGE. That doesn’t seem right tho...come on.
Zeta: So now Dean has Michael locked up
-ooooh the magic hurt him. Forgot about that. My baby.
Zeta: Concerned Dad.
- The way Cass say : “you understand?” killed me....so soft...so worried...
- The little smile! Kill me now.
Zeta: He’s not ok.
-Dean is not ok.
Zeta: [henley alert]
-He’s like....naked. ( still has another tshirt under it tho)
-Oh he’s mad
- I’M CRYING . HE LOOKS LIKE MY CAT WHEN I REFUSE TO LET HIM OUT .
amazing.
( Sorry for the not that clear gifs but I wanted to cut and past all the bits of that because it’s amazing)
Zeta: He’s suffering so much.
-That troat
- That door is not that sturdy tho
Zeta: Oh hell no
- oh hello death .
-Aw hell naw.
- Death :” Except one”
-AW HELL NAW
Zeta: Which one?
- UGH
Zeta: No
-NO
Zeta: NOOO so much hurt
-OH FUCK
Zeta: Actual literal pain in my chest
YA KNOW WHAT?....I DON’T LIKE THAT LOOK .
NOT ONE BIT.
.
- lol I don’t even wanna look at tumblr now
Zeta: well you know me....I have
- of course you did
post gifs comment: I didn’t do my crack gifs for now, but they will be done in a separate post.
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Tags-Chapter Two (A Bucky Barnes x OC Fanfic)
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"Remind me again how I got talked into this?" Abby snorted, looking up from her suitcase as she watched her father fiddle around with his own.
"Because you love Pepper and could never say no to her." Abby continued with her task, zipping her suitcase closed before setting it on the floor by her feet. "Honestly dad you're freaking out over nothing. It's one week without technology, I have faith you can go without it."
Abby couldn't help the chuckle at the pout on her father's face, as he slumped back into a chair. "But camping, of all things? She couldn't have asked me to whisk her off to some remote private island or the Swiss Alps?" Abby walked over, perching herself on the arm of the chair he had been occupying, nudging his shoulder.
"Yellowstone is pretty amazing. I think you'll have a wonderful time." she smiled encouragingly, patting his shoulder as he continued to pout.
"Still pouting I see." Pepper asked, amusement in her voice as she walked into the room, setting her already packed bag by the door.
"You sure you want to take this one camping? He may not survive it." Abby joked, both women laughing as Tony rolled his eyes.
"Oh har har laugh it up. You two are evil you know that." He pointed at both of them, his voice stern but his eyes giving away the playfulness behind them.
"You know the offer stands for you to still join us." Pepper stated.
Abby smiled, shaking her head slightly. "As fun as seeing my dad go through tech withdrawals would be, I'll pass. Plus, I need to get back to D.C. Knowing Fury I'll have a whole heap of projects waiting back there for me." she said, flopping back onto the bed. It was a given she would most likely have work waiting back in D.C. for her plus her and Fury needed to have words. Steve had heard from Steve about the Lemurian Star mission. She agreed with Steve, keeping him in the dark could have caused the mission to go south side quickly and she was ready to lay it into Fury.
"Don't forget the 100-year-old man waiting back there for you." Abby took the pillow closest to her and launched it at her smirking father, the pillow doing no damage as it bounced off his chest. "Hope you're taking it easy on him, you know old bones and all. He could break a hip."
"First off, eww. You're my dad and that's slightly creepy. Second Steve is my best friend alright, nothing more." Abby pointed out for what felt like the millionth time. She knew how much her dad loved poking at her friendship with the captain knowing how much it annoyed her.
"Stop tormenting your daughter or I'm extending our camping trip an extra week Stark." Pepper threatened. That instantly shut her father up.
"Alright, noted." he said leaning up to press a kiss to Peppers cheek before standing from the chair and walking over to the bed, taking a seat next to Abby. "In all seriousness, it was good to have you for a while. You know, we could use you more around the tower? Fury would survive without that brain of yours." Tony said, tapping her forehead for emphasis. Abby was used to this talk. She had thought about taking the bait, moving back to New York and taking up the charity outreach of Stark Industries full time. She was already doing it part time and while she truly loved being able to help those who really needed and benefited from the many scholarships and foundations, her work with S.H.I.E.L.D. was something she enjoyed. While she didn't have super strength or a suit made of iron, she knew her brain could be just as beneficial.
"I know dad. But with your ticker all working and taking a step back who's going to keep Fury in line or come up with new nicknames for the Ice Queen." Tony smiled, moving to press a kiss to the side of her head.
"Well you're not wrong there sprout. Offer always stands though alright."
"I know. Now you need to finish packing. Your guys flight leaves in less than an hour. Now, hand it over." Abby said, holding her hand out to her father. Tony scoffed, looking away from her as he crossed his arms. But he was soon met with the piercing gaze of one Miss Pepper Potts. Reluctantly he dug through his pocket, pulling his phone out and handing it over to Abby.
"And your backup phone." Tony went to argue but seeing the look on his daughter's face knew it would be futile. Muttering under his breath he dug into his pocket, producing a second one before placing it in Abby's hand.
"God, I feel so exposed." Tony said over dramatically as both women rolled their eyes. Abby handed the phones to Pepper who left the room, most likely to put the phones in the safe.
"You'll be fine dad, I will be fine, the world will be fine." Abby said patting his shoulder as he moved back to packing, grumbling the whole time under his breath.
Later, she would look back on her choice of words like an utter dumb ass.
The next morning
Morning flights sucked. As the plane started its descent into Ronald Reagan International, Abby swore to whatever higher power there was she would never in her life take an early morning flight again. This was the last time she was letting her dad book her flight, knowing the evil bastard had probably planned for the earliest one he could find with the longest flight time imaginable.
As the plane touched down, she downed the remainder of her coffee before digging through her bag to turn on her phone. Once it fully booted up, she reached in further pulling out another phone, this one slightly outdated from her first. The old flip phone showed its age, the beige color boring and bland. It had started off as a joke really. She had given Steve the phone last year as a gag gift, poking at the fact he was still clueless about using the smart phone he had been given by S.H.I.E.L.D. but it was now seen as a way for communications deemed emergency level. The low tech kept it at a low risk for hacking, which was ideal when you didn't want any important information getting leaked.
Flipping the phone up, she waited as it turned on, gathering her items together as the doors of the plane opened. Tossing it into her bag to finish up, she stood from her seat, grabbing her carry on from overhead before deboarding the plane, looking forward to the long nap she would be taking as soon as she got back to her apartment.
She immediately paused when she felt her purse vibrate. She knew it wasn't her smartphone, the music of AC/DC would have been blaring out if it had been. Which made the only other option the flip phone. Frantically digging through her bag, she pulled it out, her eyes widening when she flipped it open, seeing the multiple missed calls all coming from the same number: Steve's.
Her fingers quickly punched the numbers in, the phone barely to her ear when he was picking up. "Thank god! I've been calling you for the last 3 hours. It's an hour and a half tops from New York I thought-".
"Whoa, whoa slow it down Captain Popsicle I can barely understand you. I was on a long flight courtesy of dear old dad. What the hell's going on?" She heard Steve take an audible breath through the phone, hearing him speaking with someone on his side. "Steve your freaking me out talk."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s been compromised, Fury was killed." She heard the words but her brain wasn't processing them. What Steve was saying had to be the world's worst joke. He would start laughing at any moment with a 'got you' and she'd be on his ass about scaring her half to death.
"Abby? Abby are you still there?" She was quickly brought back to the present, her hand tightening on the phone up to her ear.
"I swear to god Rogers this is not a funny joke-"
"Stark this is not a joke." Hearing Natasha's voice take over instantly had Abby on alert. The use of her last name was only ever reserved for when things got serious. And knowing Nat it was.
"Holy shit...what..how...why haven't I heard anything?" Abby rambled, the realization that this was in fact happening hitting her full force.
"Will explain it all when you get here. We're sending you an address. Do not contact anyone else, only call this number on the phone. We don't know who we can trust right now." Steve said, taking back over from Natasha.
"Shit there's going to be a car out there sent from S.H.I.E.L.D. to take me back to my place." Abby started to move, keeping her walk brisk, trying to hopefully not draw attention to herself, paranoia starting to creep up.
"Abby do not get into that car! Find a cab and get here as quick as you can. You may need to also ditch your other phone in case they decide to trace it." Steve suggested. Passing by a trash can, Abby quickly pulled the device from her bag, looking around before discreetly dropping it into the garbage before she continued on her way.
"Done. Send the address and I'll get there as soon as I can." Abby said, quickly disconnecting the call. A few moments later, the phone vibrated, alerting her to the new message. Reading over it carefully she headed towards the pickup zone. She tugged the hood of the baggy MIT sweatshirt, one of the many she 'borrowed' from Tony, keeping her head down as she weaved through crowds of people trying to leave the airport. Her fingers subconsciously went to the dog tags hanging under the sweatshirt, trying to quell the anxiety slowly creeping into her body.
Her eyes caught the black SUV up ahead, already knowing that was the vehicle waiting for her. Her eyes darted around before landing on a cab idling near the curb, keeping her head down and her face hidden she quickly slipped in, tugging her bag after her before rattling the address off to the driver. As the driver pulled away, Abby took the opportunity to glance back out the back window, noting the two suits exit the vehicle before rushing into the airport.
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The two-story townhouse looked unassuming as Abby pulled up. It was in a quiet neighborhood, the only signs of life being the kids she had seen biking down the sidewalk. Pulling cash from her wallet, she paid the driver before stepping out. It had only been a moment before she felt her body engulfed in strong arms. Immediately recognizing them, her own arms wrapped around her arms around broad shoulders, pressing her head against his shoulder. Steve was the first to pull away, grabbing her bag and ushering her into the house, shutting and locking the door behind them.
"Took you long enough, thought this one was going to wear a hole into the floor with the amount of pacing he was doing," Natasha quipped moving to hug Abby as well, all a bit not as hard as Steve had. Abby returned it, smiling for the first time since this mess started.
"I am Tony's kid, got to live up to it all." she teased pulling away before looking over both of them. They were freshly showered she could tell but she could see the fatigue on their faces as well as the few cuts and bruises Natasha was sporting. "You guys look like hell."
"Should have seen them when they first arrived Think I may need to throw out my towels." Abby turned her head, finding the third occupant of the space leaning against the wall, his lips twitched up into a half smile.
"Abby this is Sam Wilson, a friend of mine. Sam this is Abby Stark." Steve introduced. Sam stretched his hand out, taking her offered one in a friendly shake.
"Thanks for helping them. Seems like they needed it." Abby said as Sam brushed it off.
"I mean can't exactly say no to Captain America, even if he keeps smoking me on our runs." The group laughed, the atmosphere almost falling into a sense of calm. Almost.
"You need to tell me everything that's happening." Abby said, turning to face Steve. Steve sighed, nodding towards the direction of what she assumed was the kitchen.
"There's coffee and breakfast. This is going to be a long story."
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