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the v's reaction to someone taking your hearing aid

♥ summary: "what the Vees would do if they noticed their partially deaf s/o being picked on - like the other people would tear out their hearing aid(s) and break them and stuff" @aceduchessdragoness ♥ characters: velvette, vox, valentino ♥ notes: screaming and crying okay so i did val's spanish as spain spanish bc i think spain sign language would be better than narrowing his signs down to a specific latin american country but if the translation is cringe then tell me bc i'm literally using an lse dictionary

Vox

♥ word count: 1.9k ♥ notes: i use [Y/N] for the first time in my career ong, she/her pronouns used in third person, reader doesn't speak and only signs, protective but violent vox, vox in a healthy relationship, reader gets harassed in public

It was never a mystery to you how Vox always knew where you were. Even without the watch on your wrist, you felt his eyes on you, the looming knowledge of persistent monitoring.

Not that it bothered you, of course. If anything, you were worried that he wanted to spend his time watching you instead of running his business. But whatever, it was flattering.

Whenever you went on your routine errands, you would smile at every television or security camera you encountered. On the big screens in Vox's room, he feels like the common softening of his heart. Your smile always seems so genuine. How can somebody like you adore him so much?

Blue light illuminates your living room. From the kitchen, you groan as you make your way to the television. Can he stop bothering you at this hour? All you wanted to do was get some damn water, but of course, as always, he's monitoring you.

Words pop up on the screen as you approach it. You rub your eyes, the brightness overwhelming. You reach for your coffee table.

GO TO SLEEP

With the sudden click of the remote, you smile as the screen goes black. One, two, three... it lights up again.

DON'T TRY

Again, the screen goes black. One... again, a bright blue illuminates you.

[Y/N]. The television shakes.

You snicker at him, finally sitting on the floor and putting the remove down. On the other side of that screen, Vox sits on his swivel chair, gazing up at you, your frame taking up multiple monitors. Your eyes look below where his point of view is.

"It's late," you sign, and the light makes your hands shine in the darkness. "Dim it a little."

He listens; his small act of consideration makes you melt. Your eyes soften immensely. Internally, he begs you to stop looking at him like that; it's embarrassing how good it makes him feel.

The television is still a blinding blue as you go from the living room to the bedroom; he follows you per any screen by your side. Worst of all, a flat-screen faces your bed, which was mandatory.

"Goodnight, Vox." You sign while putting your face up to the screen.

You turn this TV off, and to your delight, it stays off.

With a yawn, you stretch your morning aches away and lean your head against the table of your vanity. You get a few seconds of shut-eye before popping back up. Vox is watching; if he notices you're tired, he will try to be domestic and nap with you regardless of how much work you must do today. So you rub away your sleepy eyes and massage the tension in your jaw. Putting on your hearing aid is first on your daily to-do list; you'd like to hear if he pops up on your television and decides to update you on his morning. Sometimes, he gets so impatient. Next, while picking up your moisturizer, you try not to shiver at the coldness once it touches your fingers.

You wish yourself a good morning before rubbing it in.

At the same time of day, Vox was already up and doing his rounds, making sure his employees were getting work done. He gets antsy between when you wake up, and you get to the tower. Every morning once he sees you entering the elevator, he'll wait on the other side to welcome you in with a kiss to the forehead.

Vox checks his watch. It shows his favorite things: your vitals, location, and pretty little face whenever you dial him.

You've finally left your place, thank goodness. Pacing aimlessly has never looked good on him.

He stands by his window, looking down at the streets below, watching you approach. You're wearing your usual uniform, one that he picked out just for you; it consists of the same red and blue stripes he has on his everyday suit. It makes you an eyesore in the everyday crowd.

If you didn't know any better, you'd lift your head to see if you could spot him among the many stories. The building is beautiful, overpowering. The V tower's magnificent brightness outshines the rest of the V district. The constant noise of people always has you walking with your hearing aid turned as low as it can go without turning off.

With the pink light reflecting off your face, you look both ways before crossing the street, a bright smile on your face, stepping onto the asphalt before a hand grabs your wrist.

Vox furrows his brow at the sight.

You turn your head and see a friendly reporter and a cameraman, the camera not yet rolling. Your pupils flicker between them.

"Hello!" She smiles, removing her hand. With caution, you fully face her, stepping back onto the sidewalk. The 'professional' persona you've been forced to practice is finally coming to fruition.

"Hello! I'm Deaf; I don't think I'd be able to do an interview."

She flicks her hand and rolls her eyes in the most friendly way possible. "Not a problem," she signs, moving the microphone vibrantly, "I can work this out, no problem!"

You widen your eyes in a wowwwww, oh my god, that's perfect... "Oh, what a kind woman you are!"

Vox? You beg internally. Baby? Save me.

Up high, he doesn't remove his eyes from you. With the use of sign language, he can't listen in, and he can't tell whether he needs to intervene or not. There's nothing wrong with going to check, right? Or will he seem possessive, or scared? He doesn't want people to think he doesn't want you to talk to anyone. It's good that you get to sign to someone other than him and Velvette, right?

The camera starts rolling, and you square your shoulders, adjusting your sleeves for more mobility. The news reporter throws the microphone at the cameraman, who does not catch it but ignores it as she shows off her brightest smile.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I have the sweetest person in hell with me, [y/n]! Tell me, how long have you two been together?"

Of course, the news has been recognizing you recently. You've been seen countless times adjusting Vox's tie (he purposely fucks it up so that you'll step close to him) as well as wrapping your arm around his and pinching the corner of his screen endearingly before you give him a babying compliment. Many people have taken pictures and edited hearts around you two. People are obsessed with how "heavenly" your relationship is.

"Oh, many months now!" You nod to yourself, trying to stop your eyes from shining with admiration. You always get so soft when you think about him; it's one of the things people notice. She looks at him as if he's her entire world.

"Beautiful!" The reporter puffs out her bottom lip innocently. "I'm sure you make that man very happy."

What do you even say to that? I hope so.

"The happiest."

"Now," she doesn't hesitate to change the topic. "Are there any challenges you two face about your... differences?"

Your eyebrows raise before furrowing in confusion. Differences? At first, you think she means his television head, but when she notices you pause, she rudely clarifies. "I mean, with your lack of hearing, you know? Don't you find it a little embarrassing?"

You lean your body away from her. "What are you saying?"

The shock of the tonal shift has you freezing in place. The reporter looks at the camera, her eyes squinting with sadistic amusement. Her fingers twitch as she lifts her arm, not even looking at you before plucking the hearing aid from your ears. She crushes it in her hand.

At first, you grab your ear, pressing your hand to it in disbelief. Your face contorts, your shoulders dropping as you try to step away. Why couldn't you see this coming? And on television—is that where this is airing? The air around you goes quiet, the sensation of spatial awareness fading a bit as you stumble back, your hand still grasping your ear. The watch on your wrist hits your cheek, and without a second thought, you tap on the screen repeatedly. The next thing that popped into your head: her bravery is the most surprising.

With a brief fall of light, Vox stands where the lady once was. You eye him with uncertainty, a look you have never given him. He faces the cameraman, not looking your way. Your eyes go up and down his body; his stance is tense, his arms are folded behind his back, and his fingers sparking with small glimmers of electricity.

You see that lying behind him is the woman, body entirely limp, smoke coming from her mouth, and her eyes looking stuck open.

He speaks to the camera, pointing his finger at it, staring intensely into the shaking, blinking red light. Your hands link around his bicep. Composure, you remind yourself. You turn to the camera with a weary smile and lean your head against him.

"That'll never happen again." He stares at himself in the mirror. His dressers and tables are filled with claw marks from his previous meltdowns.

You just sit on his bed, crossing your legs uncomfortably, watching him as he goes back and forth between signing to you and mumbling to himself. You haven't said a word. You just keep your eyes on him.

He protected you in the way he knew best. He wanted nothing more than to put his hands on the sides of her head and crush her skull. It would stain his suit, awful. Even worse, your suit would have been ruined, too.

Should he force you to move into the tower? He's always wanted to. The commute would be no more, and you'd be safe from the outside.

Should he prevent you from leaving at all without him? No, that might be too much, but his entire body craves to keep you secure and protected.

He won't ask you what you want. He knows there's a chance you would just coddle him and tell him it's okay. There's no reality where he will do nothing; he must devise his own plan. But first (actually, secondly, after getting his anger out on his furniture), he wants to make sure his sweetheart is okay.

Once he calmed down and sat next to you, rubbing your thigh, he watched as you scrolled through social media, looking at the hundreds of people laughing and reposting the event. He shuts off your phone, grabs it, and tosses it across the room. You roll your eyes helplessly before he lifts his hands and signs to you.

"I will track everyone down and punish them severely, baby. No one will ever touch you again, or else they will the next flashing headline."

"I know, baby," you wrap your arms around his chest and lean into him, rubbing your cheek against the smoothness of his overcoat.

You hum against him, finding it in yourself to smile softly. Protector, protector, protector. You run those words through your head; they're comforting to their own extent. Suppose he ends up locking you inside the tower. In that case, it's better than him leaving you entirely over this (which, obviously, he'd never actually do). Spending every morning and night with him wouldn't be wrong. Everything happens for a reason.

He leans back onto the bed, his feet dangling off as you curl into his side.

Before resting completely, you use a hand to sign into his chest. "Everything will be fine."

Your coddling, though annoying, provides the most relaxing warmth to his body. He groans, wrapping an arm lazily around you, feeling the usual butterflies in his stomach as you press a small kiss to his collarbone.

Velvette

♥ word count: 1.6k ♥ warnings: reader speaks, part scene, getting harassed by a man, vox is in this too ♥ a/n: i completely headcanon that velvette took an asl class in highschool when she was alive, i have no idea how velvette usually acts in fanfiction so this is MY velvette now

Velvette found you, such a pretty thing, in your little corner of the internet, making content for your little community. That little corner of yours is where you told the news and interpreted a lot of banter from the overlords. Your channel was the perfect mix of education and drama, all for the Deaf community in Hell.

You were, as Velvette described, a tea channel.

She invited you to the V tower to show you around. The three V's introduced themselves to you in their own way, offering you a job. The bossman, ever so gentlemanly and charming, didn't let Valentino try and make sex motions to you for longer than necessary. And before Velvette forced Vox to scurry off, she forced him to snap a few pics of you posing with her as a faux collab.

You weren't stupid. You knew Velvette only wanted your attention to spread whatever brand she endeavored to popularize. But this might be a golden opportunity. You'd learn the behind-the-scenes from three different overlords, and the content you can produce will gather insane traction.

Velvette is just so sweet; the way she showed her care for you was just through gift-giving.

She loved putting together gift boxes for you, similar to the sorority kind. The boxes went from cute little baskets to a cardboard box resembling a PR send. These would always be set on your desk with a bit of note from her, each time she'd signed off her name with a heart.

Jackets, shoes, candies, jewelry, pens, everything. The gifts are versatile with familiar themes of hearts. Every day was like Valentine's Day when she was 'courting' you (did she even realize she was?).

She made you bags: totes, crossbody bags, clutches, phone pouches, coin purses, anything she thought you would need with an array of colors to match any outfit. She put in hair clips and pocket mirrors, cozy slippers and fancy journals.

She even got you two matching bracelets.

You love the smirk she wears whenever she notices you adorning anything she's given to you. Damn right, she thinks, I knew it would look good.

The most enormous box she'd ever given you was the day before one of her fashion shows. Inside were glorious clothes from her collection, all for you to pick out and wear. She really loved her stripes.

You put your hearing aid on, smiling at yourself in the mirror as you watch the charm she made you glisten in the light. With your bracelet ornamenting your wrist, you pat down your stripped outfit before taking a deep breath.

Your entrance reeks of reluctance. The temptation to retreat back to your room is unbearable. Seeing Velvette will definitely lift your mood; where is she? Surely, she'd be the highlight of the room, but amongst all the women with their eccentric colors and clothing shapes, you can't find your eye drawing to her anywhere.

The sounds of the party blend together in a nasty concoction; you can't help but turn your hearing aids off. The sound is similar to what it's like being outside in a heavy storm; the wind, the pouring rain, the blur and whine of the hearing aids. And instead of lingering by the double doors, you push into the crowd. You're the least recognizable in the crowd of celebrities, but it doesn't stop people from moving out of the way when you try to wiggle through. You're wearing stripes, her stripes. You're either bold or very special to her; they don't want to intervene.

But your stripes also get some people to stare at you longer than they would have otherwise. Across the room, in front of you, you notice a tall, almost shirtless model coming your way, directly staring at you. You break the quick eye contact before squeezing through a cluster of girls taking selfies. They won't let you through, grimacing but not laying any hands on you. When you turn to go the other way, the man is behind you, holding out his hand, waiting for you to put your hand in his.

You click on your hearing aid and scroll up. "What did you say?" You ask verbally, clearing your throat a bit.

His eyes bounce from yours to your hand, looking at what you're touching. His head tilts in interest. You don't like the sight of his smile.

"Oh wow." He says.

Immediately, "Yeah, no," Velvette puts her hands on your shoulders and tries to push you away. "I swear, don't even look at him, he's fucking insane."

He speaks over her, but you can't process his words over how close Velvette's lips are to your ear. Her warm breath sends goosebumps down your arms, and your spine straightens. This only makes her hum in amusement.

After turning and growling at him, she effortlessly maneuvers you away. Eyes watch you even closer now as she touches you. You let her guide you throughout the room with not a clue as to where she's leading you, if anywhere. But eventually, you two end up in front of a mirror the size of a wall.

She stares at you through the mirror. "Look at you," she signs, "extravagant as ever, darling."

"Thanks to you."

"Obviously." And she bumps her hip into yours. You laugh, mimicking the motion back.

You had ditched your initial motive of getting close to the V's to gain more information about them. They were fine people to hang out with, making you laugh and feel involved. Velvette gave you special attention that nobody in your afterlife has ever given. Her lipstick left stains on your cheek whenever she kissed you, and she made an 'appointment' in her schedule once a week to paint your nails the same black color as hers.

The afternoon went by quickly; you spent time clapping and watching models show off their garb. Velvette is a true talent.

But something ruined your evening. The air hummed with laughter and the rhythmic beat of music. Velvette had been whisked away by the other V's to overlook the crowd and count the people who had attended. Among the colorful crowd stood a familiar figure whose eyes sparkled with mischief. Different from last time, you don't notice when he starts to approach again.

"You," he coos, placing his hand under your chin. You must stare at his lips to comprehend his words over the music, an awful innuendo you wish you could have avoided. He leaned in closer to you, and in return, you leaned back. Valentino had told you a bunch of times to not worry if someone puts their hands on you, that it's a typical formality in Hell. You would always roll your eyes at him, never expecting a stranger to grab you like this.

You were mentally preparing yourself to dodge a kiss. But then, daringly, he leaned in and gently plucked the hearing aid from behind your ear, holding it aloft like a trophy. Fear flickered across your face, your hand instinctively reaching for it, but he pulled it away. The charm Velvette gave you dangles like a jewel.

"Don't," you say with desperation. He puts a finger in front of your face and waves it back and forth. He coos, using that hand to grab your face as if you were the most adorable thing he's ever seen.

Your eyes are locked on the charm, and it's brash jolts. You almost beg for him to just give you the charm back.

In the middle of a conversation with Vox, Velvette raises an eyebrow; shocked and pissed, she glared at whoever had torn off your hearing aid. She mumbles, "I'd tear their hearing aid off and break it."

Before she can move closer to you, Vox puts his hand in front of her while watching the interaction. "Think before acting, Velvette."

Her frustration turns into anger as she pushes his hand away. He lets her run off; he holds a hard stare as her pink hair bobs through the crowd.

Your eyes are stuck wide with shock, and a million things run through your head, all relating to the appropriate situational response.

True to your casual self, you were having a hard time not just jamming your hand in his eyes and kicking his shins. Would you make Velvette mad? Vox?--Would that result in you being removed from the V Tower? It's all so complicated. Though you were panicking over a 'quick' decision, you and the man stayed in that position for a few seconds. He stayed laughing, dropping the hearing aid and stomping on it.

At almost the same time, Velvette threw a glass from someone's hand at the man, perfectly aimed, hitting him in the face. She lets out a small "nice!" before rushing to you.

Her hand runs down your face, and she holds you tenderly, not turning to face Vox as he puts himself between her and the man. Your eyes bounce around the entire room. Will you ever get a break from being at the center of attention?

"We're leaving. Now." she signs in a single motion so quick that it makes you smile, relieving some of the stress that's been making your head pound. She's able to sign so naturally now.

The crowd splits into two.

Behind the both of you, Vox is declaring an end to the event, apologizing to the people for the inconvenience. Velvette keeps muttering about him under her breath; you can see her lips moving and her face grimacing.

She has beads in front of her, a bunch of small charms with string. She signs, looking up at you. "I should have killed him."

You just watch her craft another charm, laying on her bed and kicking your feet. "That would have been funny."

She scoffs and smiles, her painted lips turning upwards. Her fingers trace over the beads, deciding which one to pick up. She wants to make it different than the last one, but what should it look like? She picks up a pink heart with a slight hum before sliding it down onto the string. She whispers to herself, perfect.

Valentino

♥ word count: 1.7k ♥ note: reader is a vodka drinker, i'm obsessed with writing a loving valentino, reader doesn't talk very much and prefers sign, sexually suggestive things happening but it's not nsfw, kinda written like ass, drugs mentioned but no named just symptoms, takes place on porn set, valentino kills someone, blood description

Every time you step into the studio, you're hit by the smell of sex, mostly the sweetened stench of that strawberry lube he loves so much. Visiting his work is not usually something you do often, but he's seem to be so busy lately that you can't help but bring him a drink, the most beautiful drink in hell: vanilla vodka. You can already see him licking him lips.

Strawberry lube, so prominent in your nose.

His legs are crossed and he stares at the scene in front of him, his sunglasses hiding whatever his emotions are, but his lips are still in a prominent scowl.

Though, when he sees you, his expression changes drastically. He stands with so much excitement that the actors stop to see what he's reacting to. All eyes are on you, you shy away from the attention a bit but Val doesn't seem to notice, else care.

"Amor mío!" One of his hands signs, running down his cheek while his bottom two motions for a hug.

Before you can initiate a hug, he wraps his arms around you and brings you into his chest, trapping your arms in. He's warm, vibrantly so, it's hard not to melt against him. You couldn't be surprised if you let out a small moan at the contact. Oh, how I've missed you so much.

He pulls away quicker than you'd like and takes the bottle from your hand, holding it up close to his face so he can examine it. "Burnett's, oh you shouldn't have!"

He hesitates, torn between his responsibilities and the irresistible allure of having a drink with the person he was enamored with. He's not so easy to whisk away from work, therefore (of course), you seem to be the only person who he is at every beck and call.

You smile softly, "I knew you'd like it."

With a laugh, he takes your hand and spins you, his free hands popping open the bottle, ready to embark on whatever journey you had in store.

He turns and addresses his employees, granting them a small break before turning to you with his sharp smile.

And together, you slip away from the set, leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the studio for a simple moment of peace and luxury. Walls blazed with hues of pink and blue, you both find yourselves nestled on the fluffy couch in a lounge, a wineglass in your hand while he chugs from the bottle.

"You've been so busy." You sign. You switch the wineglass into your non dominant hand to avoid spilling any of the contents. Val holds the bottle with his bottom set of hands while signing with his top ones (he was originally going to do it the other way around).

“I know, princesa,” one of his hands comes up and squeezes your cheek. “Business calls, I cannot help myself.”

“Which is why I came to visit.”

The two of you clink glass upon glass before taking a drink. He’s trying not to finish the drink before you, he’s making sure to take his time. He doesn’t want you to leave as much as he doesn’t want to rush the break. His eyes go over your entire form and take you in, there feels like an eternity since he saw you last. Why do you have so much patience for someone like him? It’s astonishing. Surely someone as beautiful as you could find someone sweeter than her. But he’s grateful to have you, he’s mildly addicted to that internal battle of whether he wants to cherish you or own you (perhaps he can do both? Something he’s never done before).

“What?” You ask.

“Hm?” His fingers pinch together in the casual way of signing.

“You’re staring at me.”

“I can’t resist.”

“What were you thinking about?” You sign and lean forward, giving him bright eyes. Your gaze swallows him, moth to a flame.

He matches your body language, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, amor mío.”

When he tries to grab your hand, you pull away. “You're acting as if you're wine drunk.” You sign. You have a sappy smile as you put your glass to your lips.

“Never,” he wiggles his fingers as he signs. You eye him carefully, debating asking if he's kept his favorite gun on him. There's nothing worse than a drunk Valentino.

After the wine break, he has to go back to work. He feels himself getting irritated as he walks back, why can't he just continue spending the day with you? Is it worth sending everybody home? No, he has a job to do, and he needs to complete it before relaxation. But maybe he'll consider taking breaks (his least favorite word) to spend time with you.

You follow, both of your hands holding his, clinging onto him like a child.

Everybody was still in the studio, waiting for his return, not daring to leave in fear of him coming back. Actors were talking to each other casually, away from the camera, it built a strange sense of community for you. They're so nice to each other off-camera.

He drags you to his chair still holding your hand as he sits in it.

Drinking with you had been a much-needed respite from these people. He made a mental note to gift you more wine.

You remove your hands from his and smile. “Get back to work, baby.”

Pearly white, sharp teeth show through his large smile. He presses his lips against each of your knuckles while his eyes skin over all of his actors, counting them. He makes eye contact with one particular one, a woman. They stare at each other for more than a second. She's scowling at him and he squints his eyes at her. The fuck is your problem?

She usually looks at him with sultry looks, but now there's a sharpness to them.

But his eyes peel away from her and go back to you, he leans forward and presses a slow kiss to your forehead. He signs low, almost as if he's whispering a secret. "I'll come see you after."

You smile and start turning away. "Good."

Upon noticing your departure, the actors and crew start returning to their places, keeping an eye on Valentino and any commands he might make. Their eyes are always on him, worried to test his anger. But not all the actors were worried about testing his anger.

"Hey," an actress grabs your hand before you could reach the door and you turn to her. She talks, her voice making your hearing aids buzz, "Are you guys like, dating? Are you dating the Valentino? Like, literally one of the V's."

Her words all bunch into one. You blink, taking time to think about both what she could be asking and the connotation behind it. "Yes?" It sounds more like a question than an answer. Is that the correct response?

She hums and nods, her eyes wide in amazement. Her pupils are large. Her cheeks are hollow and she has strong eyebags. With a distant sound from Val, him talking to the crew, she looks back at him before turning to you. "I mean like, why? Why would he want you?"

Oh no. You try to move away but she just follows you, stepping in front of you closer. It's like being cornered, being trapped in an almost unavoidable situation.

"Why wouldn't he?" You test with a squint of your eyes.

She just smiles at you. "Uhm," and her arm reaches over, grabbing the hearing aid from your ear, pinching it between her claws, "Obviously this."

You reach for it but she pulls it away from you, trying not to laugh.

So you do what you know is the best solution, you call his name, practically screaming it. "Val!"

At the sound of you using your voice he whips his head around. The air goes still, you can tell from the way she pauses. Her pause is only for a second, she reeks of hesitance and sudden worry. She looks at the hearing aid in her hand as if she's finally realizing what she had done and what was about to happen.

Before she can say another word, her entire body stiffs, her eyes widen before her pupils roll back. And then she's on the floor, almost falling onto you.

You wipe blood from your cheek and groan.

Val stares at you, his expression unreadable. In his hand is his jeweled gun. He pauses for a moment to take a long drag of his cigarette, letting out a cloud of red smoke before he looks at his gun with a toothy smile until he tucks it back into his belt.

He starts to approach you and for a second you're scared, it was a primal feeling. He walked like a king.

All you can do is watch him, frozen in place.

The first thing he does when he reaches you is bend in front of her body, plucking the hearing aid from her hand. It's bloody, the liquid drips from it as he lifts it up. He wipes some of it off on his shirt before handing it to you. He drops it into your open hands.

He speaks, knowing you'd have a hard time understanding. "Laying her slutty hands on my angel..."

You lean into his touch when he caresses your face. His eyes gaze at you, softening, his smile widening at how soft your eyes look. You're his greatest treasure. He gets off immensely from protecting you, he would ravish you to death in this moment if he could. Valentinos eyes drift down at the body and his pupils narrows as he glares at the dead woman. He's going to have to clean this up. Her blood is getting every where.

One of his thumbs rub against your cheek, touching the bloody smear. It stains your skin in a delectable way. So perfect.

He melts when he sees your soft eyes slowly start to match the mischievous smile growing on your face. He protected you and he was open about being dithered over her behavior, he didn't laugh at it or tease you about it. You don't doubt for an instant that he's the man of your dreams. He killed someone for you in an instant.

When you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking the blood, his spine straightens. He pulls away immediately and turns around, yelling at the his workers that filming will be cut short today.

He just can't wait any longer to spend some lovely time with you.

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fluffylino · 4 months

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hyunjin does something risky after christmas lunch

-contains mature themes

"shhh be quiet" hyunjin whispered in your ear.

you tried. you really tried to keep your mouth shut. your chest burning with embarassment.

your grandmother had invited the two of you for lunch. hyunjin was more than excited to join in on the family lunch. helping with the food.

he even attempted to cook some butter garlic shrimps for your grandmother.

it had been an hour since yall finished lunch. the two of you walking into your grandma's second bedroom.

you plopped down on the bed, face first. groaning at how nice it felt. hyunjin did the same.

except he chose to fall right on top of you. giggling as you tried to swat him off.

your laugh dying down. realising how heavy he was on your back.

basically pushing you into the mattress. his body covering yours. bulge perfectly slotted between. not to mention, the christmas dress you wore was flowy. and the material was thin.

allowing you to feel him.

all of him.

"should w-"

"doll if you need an extra pillow, help yourself" you shoved him off so hard, he plummeted into the pillows kept at the end. there was no way you could get caught in such a compromising position.

"yesss grandma, we'll sleep for sometime!" you let out in a sing song voice, assuring her that she could nap for a while as well. to which she nodded, smiling brightly when hyunjin thanked her for being so sweet.

and with that she shut the bedroom door. there was an other door as well. one that opened up to the hall. and the one she came in from led to the passage.

so when you turned around. hyunjin had a smirk on his face. he had layed himself across the bed in such a seductive pose, you couldn't resist.

and when you were close enough, he pounced on you. tackling you on the bed. both of you laughing and playing around.

you had fallen asleep. for maybe 20 minutes.

woken up to the feeling of wetness between your legs. you sighed out, pressing yourself closer to hyunjin. chest to chest. his arm thrown over your waist. your leg hitched over him. you were closer than ever. his hot breath on your neck. lips leaving slow wet kisses.

you opened your eyes. his nose almost touching yours. eyebrows furrowed.

"you're up" he mumbled, and then you felt something hard nudge against your entrance.

wait, when did your panties come off. well they weren't off completely. just pushed below your knees.

"hyunjin" you whisper yelled. every ounce of sleep leaving you at the realisation.

you couldn't be doing something like this at your grandmother's house.

all your thoughts evaporating. burying your face into his covered chest. fingers fisting his shirt as he pushed in.

completely. not giving you time to register anything.

"aahh" he sighed out, closing his eyes. you were tight. it had been almost three whole weeks since. the two of you being busy. and now that it was christmas, he had got to spend more time with you.

"hyun-nie not h-here" you murmured.

what if she walked in. you knew one of the doors couldn't lock. but you didn't know which one.

was it the first door?

or was it the second door?

"as long as we stay silent, no one will know" he reassured, pulling you against him. his hand hooking under the knee that was over his waist.

using it as a lever to thrust into you.

"missed being i-in you" his voice was soft. his hair tickling you when he kissed you. you moaned into his mouth.

dick filling you up so well, you wanted to cry.

"shouldn't be d-doing...here" he nodded, trying to soothe your anticipation.

"taking me so good" he praised, tongue grazing your bottom lip which he had already chewed up. relishing your lips like it was his candy.

your heart racing at the thought of being interrupted. the thought of being caught. even though his bedsheet covered you.

and he froze.

and you froze.

footsteps right near the door.

it was probably your grandmother walking outside the room. involuntarily you moved your hips, a choked moan leaving his parted lips.

but you were quick to cover his mouth with your hand.

"don't you feel dirty having me in you...on this bed" you shook your head. hyunjin, himself was panting softly. rutting into you at a slow pace.

"you started it" you let out, bringing your hand up to cup his face.

so pretty. so elegant. he really was ethereal. a single drop of sweat trickling down his chin.

"sorry doll, you looked so ravishing" he admitted. hand stroking your thigh that was hooked on his hip.

"missed y-you"

he kissed your forehead, moving his head back on the pillow. eyed locked onto yours. that was one thing he loved. eye contact. it made everything more intimate.

"sweet baby are you gonna cum?" he asked, his own chest heaving as much as yours. you nodded.

"i-im cumming..in you" his thrusts growing erratic. filling you up in spurts. triggering your own release as you coated his dick.

pulling out carefully. he made sure to keep your dress out of the way.

your heart swelling at how passionate he was being. he got off the bed, crawling to the edge of the bed. you were surprised.

until his mouth made contact with your cunt. back arching as he wasted no time im eating you out. still dripping with a mixture of both of you.

covering your mouth with your hand at the feeling of his tongue in you. overstimulation kicking in. thighs closing around his head. but he didn't mind it.

slurping at your pussy with pure desire.

and he came up. climbing over you. hands on either side of your head. pressing his coated lips against yours.

kissing you. opening his mouth to let you have a taste. so filthy.

yet so unbearably hot.

#this is so soft #I legit wrote it in half an hour #need a loving bf like him #hwang hyunjin imagines #hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #dom!hyunjin #dom hyunjin #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #mommy hyunjin #fluffylino works

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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imagine rafe not being able to spend the night and your house bc he has like early business to do and you’re just so whiny begging him not to leave like clinging to his leg and he’s like “jesus christ i’ll be back tmr 😒” but at the same time he’s like 😊 bc it’s nice to feel needed

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you were clingy and you knew it. instead of pretending like you weren’t, you learnt to fully embrace it. no matter how much rafe tried to act like he didn’t, you knew he loved it deep down. it made him feel wanted, something not many other people in his life offered him.

he pats his keys in his back pocket as he slowly makes his way to your front door, lips parted as he thinks over everything he had on his person when he arrived, making sure to leave none of it behind. it was bad today, you really needed him. after the day you had, you wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on his chest, feeling safe and just… better. you cry, pathetic and hiccupy as you keep a clasp on his hand and he lets you hold it all the way to the door before pulling himself out of your grasp.

“okay, hey— can’t keep cryin’ like this baby you knew i wasn’t stayin’ over tonight because i told you. gave you time to… emotionally prepare n’shit. i got business to do early tomorrow, remember?” he raises his eyebrows, trying to reason with you. his voice is stern but he’s mopping up your tears with his thumb anyway.

“i know but i had a bad day, i just want you to sleep here!” you sob, clutching over his wrists as his hands clean you up and he shakes his head, gently removing them.

“look i’m — i’m sorry, alright? you know i wanna stay here, more than anything. but i’m a man now, yeah? i’m in charge of handlin’ business n’i got people relying on me. sometimes you— you have to make the hard choice, and this is one of those times.” he lectures you, so you do what any reasonable human being would do, and lower yourself to the ground, wrapping yourself around his leg.

“you’re not going.” you swipe your tear on his pants and he sighs in exasperation, trying to wiggle you off to no avail.

“jesus fuckin’ christ, are you kidding? get up, hey—” he tries to walk, but you cling him tighter, coming with him and he stops again. “let go and listen to me. m’gonna count to three, don’t let me get there.” he lifts up a finger and you unlatch yourself, staying on the ground in a ball. rate lowers himself into a squat, expression stern and yet yielding. “alright. you’re gonna calm down, yeah? i will sit with you until you fall asleep, and it better be within the hour or i’m just gonna leave. get up, c’mon. go brush your teeth.” he stands, giving you a little nudge with his foot and you hop up, happy enough with the outcome of him staying a little longer and run upstairs, not waiting for him to follow.

he huffs out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. “little shit.” he whispers, following you. once you’re all in bed, ready — he comes and sits beside you, mopping up the last remaining tears that stain your face with the backs of his knuckles. “okay. i’m here. now go to sleep.”

“kiss, rafe.” you pucker your lips and he indulges you, bringing you a nice long one to satisfy you before pulling back.

“close your eyes.” he sighs tiredly and you do so, but not before switching off your lamp. he places a hand on your back over your pyjama shirt, rubbing slow circles as if tries to silently coax you to sleep faster so he can get going, smiling secretly to himself at your shenanigans.

he won’t admit it, but he did feel really sad to go, and even considered staying— but he knew he had to make the responsible choice, so with one final look, he left you in your bedroom fast asleep.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 7 months

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pervy!carmechanic!stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!stepdaughter!reader where her daddy's been coming into her room at night n her rubbing her until she squeals with delight, coming on his fingers, her stuffies, etc.

she feels those familiar butterflies flutter in her tummy when she sits on the lawn chair, watching eddie fix her cherry red car, his tattooed knuckles slowly becoming more dirty with grease as she sucks on her watermelon lollipop, biting her lower lip as she watches her stepdaddy roll out from under the car. she pushes her heart-shaped sunglasses on the top of her head.

eddie looks at her. god, he thinks, she was so beautiful he wanted to cry.

"baby," he watches her eyes light up, "can u grab me the wrench next to u behind the bench?"

she nods, biting her lower lip as she tries to tame those naughty butterflies.

she stands up, walking to the work bench before bending over to display her pink cotton panties, eddie's mouth practically watering as he pushes down on the tent forming quickly in his pants.

"i-i don't see it, daddy.." she bends down further, and eddie watches her swollen folds press against the thin material of her underwear, biting his lower lip.

"jus-just down more, sweet girl--think it might be under the tool box.." his words are airy and soft as she bends over further, and he catches small wet patch spreading on her panties. "good girl."

suddenly, she pops up, "found it, daddy!" she skips over to where eddie is sitting on the garage floor, handing him the wrench.

"t-thank you, baby."

she beams, her cunt aching as she bites her lower lip, suppressing a whimper as she sits back down on the lawn chair, spreading her legs n not thinking much of it as eddie forces himself to get back to work, the bulge in his pants throbbing.

about fifteen minutes later, she decides to go inside as she was getting warm all over--yes, from the heat of summer but also from her body pricking with arousal.

inside, she tries everything to satiate the hunger that burns between her thighs, but nothing seems to work. she spends five minutes rubbing her fat button on her bear stuffie, wetness soaking the fur but alas, no help. she pulls her panties up all of the way until her swollen folds envelope the material, her hips rutting. (eddie did this to her once before as he sucks on her pebbled nipples n she came almost immediately, but it didnt work this time). her lust clouded her mind so incredibly much that she tried rutting her bare cunt against the corner of her bed, but that didnt even work!

she huffed, grabbing her emotional support teddy as she walked back outside to the garage, the butterflies practically fluttering a tornado in her belly.

eddie was busy wiping the grease off of his hands with a ratty washcloth. his messy hair tied back in a loose bun, his facial hair making her heart pound.

"daddy?" her voice came out small n squeaky, and eddie recognized this.

"princess?"

she smiled softly and timidly, twiddling with the fur on her stuffie.

"i got butterflies in my belly,"she pouted softly, tears forming in her doe eyes with frustration as she looked up at her stepfather. "hurts."

eddie's breath hitched in his throat before he cleared it multiple times, running his index finger n thumb over the hairs above his upper lip. "yeah? what kinda butterflies u got,sweet girl?"

she only bit her lower lip nervously. talking about sexual things still made her incredibly shy.

eddie continued , his tone soft and sweet. "the normal ones or the ones where u want daddy to come into ur room in the middle of the night to fix em?"

lets just say her daddy spent three hours fixing her dilemma.

FJSDKFJKFD OKAY THATS ALL I GOT hehe

#eddie munson smut #tw: dark content #eddie munson x reader smut #stepdad x reader #innocent!reader #st season 4 #eddie munson x innocent!reader #stepdad!eddie munson #stepdad!eddie munson x reader #stepdad!eddie munson x innocent!reader #perv!eddie munson #car mechanic!eddie munson #spoiled!reader #smut #tw: stepcest

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cupid-styles · 19 days

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golf (sugar daddy h)

word count: 1.3k

content warnings: spicy but no smut, dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism if you squint

sugar daddy h masterlist | main masterlist

talk to me

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Mia doesn't care about golf.

Not once in her life has she ever thought it was a fascinating sport. There are some sports, like hockey or baseball, that, at the very least, seem hot, if not a little attractive, but golf isn't one of those.

And of course, Harry loves to golf.

It's nothing against him, really. If she's being honest, in her eyes, golf is a rich man's sport. Since they started seeing each other months ago, Harry has always made it a point to go golfing at least once a week. He has a membership to a country club nearby and either goes by himself, with his friends, or takes business partners there, where they spend the day drinking and hitting balls and whatever else wealthy people do at country clubs.

Mia wouldn't know because she's never gone and, quite frankly, she never wants to go.

She adores Harry. She really, truly does, but being a frequent attender of the country club to play such a silly, boring sport just serves as another class barrier between them. Harry grew up going to golf camp, for crying out loud! Mia spent her summers working at the local ice cream shop, where she got paid $7 an hour to get yelled at by angry parents because she was only allowed to let their kids taste three flavors before they had to buy something.

So when Harry asks if she wants to spend her Saturday golfing with him at the club, she tries to come up with a million excuses as to why she can't. But because he's him, and he has a pretty face and a soothing voice and he threw in the prospect of spoiling her with a massage at the spa after they finished their game, she can't find it in her to say no.

Harry has a business dinner the night before so Mia sleeps at her own place, which she's kind of surprised with, to be honest. (She anticipated him asking her to stay over so she didn't have a chance to get out of it.) Even despite the text he sent her at 11:40 pm to let her know that he got home safely (that's basically 2 am in Harry time), he shows up to her house in his golf clothes at 9 am on the dot, breakfast and coffee in hand.

Mia has to physically drag herself out of bed to let him in, a scowl on her face, even though he went out of his way to go to her favorite bagel shop.

"Morning, grumpy," he greets cheekily, smushing a kiss to her cheek. He doesn't even bother toeing his shoes off like he normally does, instead giving her bum a soft pat when she turns back around, "We have reservations at the club for 10, so you should go get dressed. You can eat in the car."

"Are you sure you want me to go?" Mia asks, and Harry has to ignore the slight hopefulness to her tone, "I've never even played golf before, I don't think I'll be very good—"

"It's not about being good, honey, I just want to spend the day with you. Show you off, y'know?" he leans forward to press a kiss to her temple before ducking down to catch her ear. "Now be good and go get dressed."

He doesn't catch the narrowing of her eyes as she reluctantly heads back to her bedroom, where she grabs the stupid golf outfit he insisted on buying her for this very occasion. She told him she was fine with wearing leggings and a tee-shirt, but he explained to her that there was a certain etiquette that came with golf, which included clothing. (Like Mia said, it's a rich man's sport.) So he bought her a short little skirt and a workout top and, if she's being frank, she's not sure if it's not more for him than it is for the game itself.

She tried it on a few days ago when he brought it over and she batted at his chest when she saw the length of the skirt on her — unlike those trendy workout skorts that had spandex shorts underneath, the pleats of the one Harry purchased barely went down to the tops of her thighs. With a grumble, she said she'd just wear boyshorts to make sure no one "saw the goods."

But now that she's getting dressed for their golf day, she thinks she has a better idea.

. . .

Mia sucks at golf.

Harry keeps trying to encourage her and help her, but they're on hole 8 of 18, and she's exhausted. It's warm, she's sweaty, and Harry's beating her ass in the game. (What else would you expect from someone who spent their summer vacations playing every day?)

"You got this, baby," he says, giving her waist a small squeeze as they approach hole nine. She rolls her eyes from behind her sunglasses, rolling out her wrist in an effort to get rid of the cramps. "Do you still need me to help you?"

Just as she's about to say yes, she remembers the impulsive decision she made this morning. And she realizes she knows exactly how to get this game to end.

"Actually, I think I can do it," she replies with a smile, jumping out from the golf cart. "Will you just stand behind me and make sure I'm doing it right?"

Harry's pleasantly surprised but nods his head, a zip of enthusiasm firing through his chest. He follows her out and stands with his hands on his hips as she sets herself up, trying to find her stance.

Per Harry's instructions, she leans over just slightly, a small bend in her knees. And that's when he sees it.

She's not wearing anything underneath her skirt.

"Mia," he growls, ambling towards her to cover her from behind, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Um, I think it's called teeing off? That's what you said, anyway—"

"Not that," he mutters, a protective hand squeezing her hip. He glances around them to make sure no one's watching them as his fingers dance down to the hem of her skirt, gently pulling it down. "Why aren't you wearing any underwear, Mia?"

"Ohhhh, that?" she asks, turning in his grasp. "I must've forgotten them. I'm sorry."

She has a look of false innocence on her face, her eyes rounded slightly and her lips pouted as if she was truly making a genuine apology. He's seething — he wants nothing more than to bend her over his knee and issue loud, harsh smacks to her ass, but he thinks she would like that too much.

"You're such a fucking slut." he mumbles angrily, his jaw clenching. He grabs the golf club from her hand and uses his other to yank her back in the direction of the golf cart, a surprised yelp sounding from her mouth. "Are you that much of a brat that you've been walking around with your pussy out all day?"

She shrugs nonchalantly as she climbs into the golf cart. Harry rolls his eyes and shifts the key into the ignition, starting the machine back up.

"Guess you'll just have to take me home, then," Mia replies with a sigh. Harry snorts and shakes his head.

"You fucking wish," he says. She blinks at him. "No, baby. I'm gonna take you into one of those private bathrooms, edge you until you're crying, and then we're gonna finish this game."

Mia's eyes widen, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as he drives over a bump in the road.

"Good thing I brought that nifty little remote control vibrator with me," he continues with a smirk. "Had a feeling you'd be a fuckin' brat today."

Mia doesn't know if she's ever regretted something so much before.

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springtyme · 8 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ♡

Simon Riley x afab!reader || Masterlist || Ghost playlist

summary: After spending months on deployment, Simon surprises you by coming home in the middle of the night to meet his daughter for the first time.

word count: 1.6k

warning/tag: Mostly just dad!Simon fluff with a little hint of angst. No gendering terms are directly used for the reader, but they are pretty fem coded. It's mentioned that they were pregnant. No use of y/n.

"Home where my thought's escapin' Home where my music's playin' Home where my love lies waitin' silently for me"

You wake up to the sound of rain tapping against the windowpane, the darkness of the night wrapping around you like a thick blanket. Groggy and disoriented, you rub your eyes and glance at the clock on your bedside table. It reads 3:00 am. Confused as to why you’re awake at such an ungodly hour and it not being from your three week old daughters cry, you sit up in bed, your mind still clouded with sleep trying to decipher the source of the disturbance.

As you try to gather your thoughts, a faint sound catches your attention, your heart pounding in your chest as you sit up and strain your ears. It's a muffled thud, followed by the creaking of the front door. Your heart skips a beat, and a surge of adrenaline courses through your veins. Your mind races, frantically searching for an explanation. Could it be an intruder? Or perhaps just your imagination playing tricks on you? Panic starts to set in, but you quickly remind yourself to stay calm. You need to protect your baby.

With bated breath, you slip out of bed and tiptoe towards the bedroom door. The rain continues to patter against the window, the sound growing louder with each passing moment.

Slowly, you make your way down the dimly lit hallway, your senses heightened and on high alert. Your heart pounds harder with each step down the creaking staircase, the sound of your own breath echoing in the silence. As you reach the bottom, you pause, listening intently.

And then, you hear it. A soft sigh, unmistakably familiar. Your stomach makes a flip, recognition dawns on you, and a mix of emotions flood your body. Relief, joy, confusion – all swirling together in a whirlwind of anticipation.

As you approach the living room, the soft glow of the lamp on the side table reveals a figure standing in the doorway. Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart pounds in your chest.

Standing in the doorway, with a mix of excitement and nervousness painted across his face, is Simon, who has been on deployment for the last four months, who is still supposed to be deployed for another.

You almost don't believe your own eyes, contemplating if you’re actually still sleeping and that Simon’s presence is nothing more than a wishful dream, but no, there he stands, tall, strong and real, still dressed in his uniform, a tired but radiant smile on his face.

“Simon?” you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief.

“Hi, lovie,” his eyes wide with adoration as he takes in the sight of you. You, who are still a little dishevelled from sleep, your beautiful eyes wide with surprise and emotions from his unexpected homecoming and still glowing with the radiance of new motherhood, “I came home.” He says, almost a little sheepishly.

Emotions surge through you like a tidal wave. Joy, relief, and disbelief blend together, leaving you momentarily speechless. You rush towards him, throwing your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as if afraid he might vanish into thin air. But no, you're feeling the solidity of his presence, the familiar scent of his aftershave. You bury your face in his broad chest, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through you.

As the rain drums against the windows, you both stand there in the darkness, wrapped in a long-awaited reunion. The sound of his steady heartbeat against your ear fills you with a sense of comfort and security while tears stream down your face, a mixture of happiness and the immense weight of the past months without him by your side.

“I can't believe you're home,” you murmur, your voice trembling with emotion. "I missed you so much. We missed you."

Simon holds you tighter, his grip steady and strong. "I missed you too and I'm so sorry I missed the birth," he says, his voice tinged with guilt. "I wanted to be there for you, for both of you."

You lift your head from his chest and look into his eyes. "Simon, don't you dare blame yourself, I’m not gonna lie, it would have been nice to have you there, but that that just couldn’t be and that’s okay," you say firmly. "Besides you’re here now."

A mixture of relief and gratitude washes over Simon's face. "I was worried," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Worried that I wouldn't be a good dad, that I missed out on too much… Shit, I’m still worried."

You gently cup his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Simon, you are going to be an amazing father," you say, your voice filled with certainty. "Yes, you missed the birth, but you're here now. And you have a lifetime ahead of you to be the best dad our little girl could ever ask for."

Simon's eyes well up with tears, and a mixture of emotions dances across his face. With a shaky voice, he says, “Thank you, love. I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to be the father she deserves. ”

You smile and press a soft kiss against his lips. "I know you will, Simon," you say. "You already are.”

"Can I see her?" he asks, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

You nod, a radiant smile spreading across your face. "Of course, Simon. Let's go say hi to your daughter."

Together, you make your way up the stairs, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. The door to the nursery creaks open, revealing a dimly lit space adorned with soft toys and a crib. As you enter, Simon's eyes are immediately drawn to the tiny figure nestled in the crib, her eyes fluttering in sleep.

Simon's gaze shifts from you to the sleeping baby, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. He reaches out, his hand hovering above her delicate cheek, as if unsure of how to proceed. You place your hand over his, guiding him gently to make contact with the soft, warm skin of your daughter, his fingers lightly brushing against the delicate skin of her cheek. A smile spreads across his face, a mixture of awe and wonder.

"She's perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Absolutely perfect."

You watch as Simon's eyes well up with tears, his hand trembling ever so slightly as he continues to stroke her cheek. The connection between father and daughter is palpable, an unspoken bond forming in that very moment.

You can't help but smile at his words, feeling your heart swell with love for both Simon and your daughter. It's a moment of pure magic, witnessing Simon's transformation into a father, his worries and doubts fading away.

"She has your eyes," You say, your voice filled with a mixture of pride and adoration. "And your smile."

This comment makes Simon let out a choked sound.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask, bewitched by the view of your daughter and her father meeting for the first time.

He nods, his eyes never leaving the little girl, but you catch the glimps of insecuritie that flickers over his face as he does so. “I’m scared of doing something wrong though, I’ve never hold a baby before…” He confesses, his voice low to not wake your daughter.

“You won’t do anything wrong, Simon I promise,” you asure him. Leaning closer, you gently place your hand on Simon’s, guiding it to cradle your daughter's tiny body. His touch is gentle, his fingers instinctively supporting her fragile frame. The look of awe on his face intensifies as he holds her for the first time.

"She's so tiny," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and awe. "I can't believe she's ours." Simon's gaze never wavers from the baby girl in his arms, his touch becoming more confident as he cradles her against his chest. The room is filled with a sense of wonder, the air thick with love and newfound responsibility.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you watch the profound connection between father and daughter deepen. In this moment, you know that Simon's fears were unfounded. He is already a natural, a loving and devoted father.

"You're going to be an incredible dad, Simon," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "You already are."

Simon looks up at you, his eyes shining with gratitude and love. "Thank you," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for bringing her into our lives, for supporting me, for everything."

You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss against Simon's jaw. "We're a family now," you whisper, your words filled with love. "We’re in this together.”

As you stand there, Simon cradling your daughter in his arms, you know that this moment is just the beginning of a lifetime of love, laughter, and cherished moments. And with Simon by your side, you are filled with a sense of gratitude and excitement for the beautiful family you have created together.

"She's so lucky to have you." you say, your voice filled with conviction.

Simon looks at you, his eyes shining with a mixture of gratitude and determination. "I'll do everything in my power to be the father she deserves," he promises, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose.

You smile at him, feeling how your heart flutters from happiness. “You already are, Si.”

You stand beside him, watching the scene unfold before you. The sight of Simon, tall, broad, strong, Simon, reduced to a gentle giant by the presence of his daughter, warms your heart in ways you never thought possible.

As you observe the encounter between father and daughter, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Gratitude for Simon's safe return, for the love that fills your home, and for the future that lies ahead – a future where your family is complete once again.

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rootbeerworshiper · 2 months

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under the neon lights

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

based on these reqs: @inlovewithmattstur

warnings: angst with a very fluffy ending! and not proofread lolz

love, sienna <3

you’ve been best friends with Chris since freshmen year and the two of you are quite literally attached at the hip.

ongoing jokes about the two of you being a couple were all too common, and you can’t even be suprised at these remarks because in reality you and him were incredibly close.

normal friends don’t hold hands constantly and fall sleep cuddling, normal friends don’t catch each other staring and cause the other to become flustered, normal friends don’t spend every waking moment thinking about the other—but that was your dynamic with the boy, confusing, complicated, and anything but normal.

you often slept over at his house, Chris was never one to like sleeping alone, insisting he sleeps better with another body in the bed—and you didn’t mind.

the problem with this weird dynamic is how badly you wish things were different.

you wish your highschool experience involved going to prom with him, with a corsage laying on your wrist and a boy to kiss your hand as he greets you.

every night you imagine what it would feel like to be loved publicly, for someone to not shut up about how much they love you.

it’s impossible not to imagine cute dates and tiny acts of pda that actually mean the world.

you want romance—but instead your in love with your best friend.

on this particular night the two of you spent your time watching old videos from highschool—some more embarrassing than others.

“oh my god i cannot believe i wore that to school what was i doing?” your shocked expression causes him to laugh, his arm wrapped around your shoulder while your own arm wraps around his waist. “okay okay that’s enough of that let’s move on please” you practically cry out out of embarrassment, the boy just throwing his head back in a fit of laughter you can feel on your arm.

“i don’t think it was that bad” he says in between laughs. “to be fair i rotated the same five pairs of sweats every week so i can’t talk”

“our style just took a second to develop that’s for sure” you smile, squeezing Chris’ side slightly before relaxing into the touch once more.

the two of you continue scrolling through old snapchat memories and failed vlogs, laughing practically on repeat for an hour, the only thing lighting the room was the light illuminating from his phone.

“holy shit how is it two am already?” you sit up slightly, caught off guard by how fast time went by with your favourite person.

he smiles slightly, as if a lightbulb just entered his head. “wanna do something?” he asks, looking up at you with a look that can convince you to do anything, a look that consistently fills your stomach with butterflies that you consciously ignore.

“like what? last time i checked, neither of us have our license and Matt’s sleeping” you reply, unsure where he’s going with this. you toy with his fingers, tracing along the length of each once while he begins to speak.

“we could walk to the gas station that’s right over here, like we used to do during covid” he says, eyes focused on your hands as you continue playing with his fingers—what you don’t know is how incredibly much he cherishes your touch, like electricity is running through your connected fingers.

you smile at the memory of you and Chris back in Boston, sneaking out at three am to sit at the skatepark and eat the food purchased at the local gas station. “sure, i’ve missed that”

so the two you make your way out of bed, and you throw on one of Chris’ hoodies before joining him in quietly making your way out of the house—not wanting to wake up either of his brothers.

the walk is peaceful, streets illuminated by warm coloured street lamps and a bright moonlight that showcases the many stars littered across the black sky—for a moment it feels like your back in Boston.

Chris always insists on having background music, so your shared playlist played softly from the phone in his pocket as you walk along the sidewalks.

not a lot is said on the walk to the familiar gas station, and not a ton needed to be said, comfortable silence filling the space between two bodies as the neon lights from the convenience store light up your face a fluorescent white shade.

you enter the shop—Chris holding the door open for you and following shortly behind you as you head straight to the drink section.

the boy settles on a sweet tea and you yourself decide on a white monster. “do we want any snacks?” you ask, shutting the door to the commercial fridge.

“i could fuck up a nerds rope and some cool ranch doritos” he replies, causing you to smile because once again, it felt like old times, his snack decision hitting you with a wave of nostalgia.

and so you get just that, two of each snack that’s now stored in a small plastic bag that Chris holds as he once again opens the door for you to exit.

you ultimately decide to just sit outside the gas station, bright lights illuminating the tops of your heads as you sit down and begin to pull out the snacks—Chris’ music still playing quietly in the background.

“are you getting major deja vu or is that just me?” you ask, ripping open a bag of your favourite doritos as the boy takes a sip of his iced tea.

“one hundred percent but to be very fair we’ve done this exact thing like a hundred times” he laughs softly, a laugh that never fails to bring you serenity.

it’s silent again, the only noises to be heard are the rap songs playing from the iphone that lies on the cement and the crumbing of your dorito bags.

“i’m really happy we’re still friends, i don’t know who i’d be without you” Chris speaks up, gaze fixated on the gas pumps ahead of you.

you laugh at the sudden switch in tone, looking in his direction only to be met with his side profile, that alone causes the speed of your heartbeat to pickup. “way to get sappy all of a sudden”

“i just appreciate you that’s all” he looks to you now, meeting your gaze, making an eye contact with you that feels different than normal, maybe more intentional.

his gaze now switches from your eyes to a lower portion of your face, eyes making contact with your lips while your own eyes scan his face for any telling emotions.

“Chris stop looking at me like that” you try and joke, turning your gaze away to see his eyes still just as fixated on you as before.

“why? what if i just wanna admire my best friend?” he says softly, licking his lips and coating a thin layer of glistening saliva over them—but immediately his choice of words put you off.

this is a game you’ve played with him before. his overt friendliness that comes off as incredibly flirty and your hopeless romantic tendencies conflicting and instantly making things weird between the two of you.

“i’m not doing this with you i-“ you choose to stop speaking, already felling the pit in your stomach that is fighting back the urge to let out a sob.

normal friendships aren’t this hard.

his eyebrows immediately furrow, showing off his insane amount of cluelessness as you take a deep breath, allowing the dry, night dazed air to enter your lungs. “y/n i don’t understand what’s happening right now, are you okay?” he says, his voiced laced with a sense of concern.

“no i’m not okay!” you stand up, dusting your hands off on your sweats biting your lip to suppress any sadness dwelling. he stands up too, but still containing an innocence in his eyes that drives you insane.

“i can’t keep doing this!” you cry out. at this point you’ve given up on caring about weird looks from the cashier or other cars driving by, overtaken by pure anger that’s been smoking within you, ready to explode at any moment.

“doing what y/n? speak to me” he replies, concern overtaking his delicate face as he walks ever so slightly closer to you, subconsciously hoping to make you feel better.

but you pull away immediately, keeping a safe distance between you and the brunette. “whatever the fuck this is Chris” you motion between you and the boy with your hands. “you can’t keep looking at me and expect me not to feel something for you! it’s not fair that you say the most butterfly inducing shit and follow it up with ‘my best friend’. what am i supposed to do with that?”

every thought you’ve had about this friendship pours out of your mouth as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to pour out at any moment.

“i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression i never meant to-“

“fuck off Chris. seriously fuck off. i don’t need to hear you reject me. i don’t want to have feelings for you. this would all be easier if i didn’t, i think we just need space” you begin to turn away from him, grabbing your things off the paved entrance.

you muster up the courage to say one last thing before walking away, a shakiness overtaking your bottom lip. “i shouldn’t have expected this to be any different. i should’ve known that this is just the way you are and i shouldn’t have been so stupid.”

a wet tear trails down your cheek, guiding alongside your nose as you speak. “was any of it ever real?”

it’s clear that by ‘any of it’ you’re referring to the romance you felt spark between the two of you, even he knows that—but he stays.

he stays exactly where he is and his mouth remains shut.

“i hope we can figure out our shit but right now i’m done. with you, with this. done.” with that you walk away, your back facing the boy as you increase the speed of your steps, eager to leave this shitty situation.

his heart drops at this. the last thing he wants is space. he adores you and he doesn’t want your friendship to be put on pause for any reason.

he wants to be able to tell you that he likes you in that way too. that every time silence fills the space between you he fights the urge to kiss you. and that he can’t help but think of you anytime someone asks if he’s single because for whatever reason when he’s with you he feels everything but alone.

he’d kill to grab your hand, to stop you from walking away and tell you how obsessed with you he is, but it’s not that simple—nothing about this relationship is.

deep down Chris knows exactly what you want.

you want a relationship. you want to go on dates and hold hands in public and put a label on how you feel for one another—that couldn’t be further from what he wants.

which is why he stands there—the neon lights reflecting in his teary eyes as your back faces him, as you leave him there all alone with his thoughts.

to him it all happened so fast, like a car spinning out of control, slipping on ice until it meets its untimely demise. this was all out of his control, and what was he supposed to do?

commitment is terrifying.

going on dates and posting each other on important anniversaries was his nightmare for so long, the idea of that being genuinely off putting.

but the idea of never having you in his life again?

the idea of not hearing you laugh at his stupid jokes, clutching your stomach with a huge grin on your face or listening to your calm, patterned breaths as he falls asleep next to you?

that was so much worse.

all of a sudden everything clicks.

he was in love with you.

he is in love with you.

all this time he knew you were different than other friends, but his feelings towards you weren’t something he was conscious of.

but it makes sense now, why he got all flustered whenever you teased him, why you had so much power over him in ways that were embarrassing.

the realization hits him like a brick, his feet planted onto the pavement below him, his mind unable to think about anything else but you.

but you’re gone. in the time that it took Chris to figure out his conflicting thoughts you had walked back to the house, fully prepared to sleep on the couch and gave Matt drive you home first thing in the morning.

it can’t be over like this, you can’t be over like this.

so he runs, like a fucking idiot he leaves behind his snacks placed against the conscience store wall and he runs.

you continue walking down the street, nothing but soft sobs escaping your shivering mouth as you think about every memory of Chris you cherished so close to your heart.

like when he wrote you letters telling you how happy he was that you were in his life, folded up and placed in an envelope. you were one of few people that were able to read his messy handwriting, but based on his proper punctuation and attention to writing his words more clearly, it was obvious he took his time. for you.

or that time when you went to the fair with him—the kid hates rides, hates them. but he also knows just how much you love them, so that night he swallowed his fear, holding your hand and going on every ride with you so that you wouldn’t be alone.

or the forehead kisses he would give you as you worked through a difficult assignment in school, his soft words of motivation that got you to graduation.

in what world is that casual?

you roll your eyes at his previous statement. he just gave you ‘the wrong impression’ as if what he did could have been interpreted in literally any other way.

you’re too caught up in your own thoughts, trying to find an answer to the never ending puzzle that is Chris Sturniolo to even notice the footsteps behind you, the pace slowing as they get closer to you.

until they stop. “y/n” Chris speaks, clearly out of breath.

before you even turn around you roll your eyes. “i just wanna sleep, can we talk about this another time please? i cant keep thinking about it”

the hand that’s softly placed on your shoulder tells you otherwise, so you turn around, now facing Chris who looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

once he catches his breath he looks at you with pleading eyes. “can i just speak?”

you nod, biting your lip to avoid any more snide comments, it’s clear he cares, that much you can give him.

he takes one more deep breath, as if he’s about to run a marathon with his voice. “i was confused. i was confused and i was so stupid and i don’t know what i was thinking”

you just stand there at look at him, wiping away your tears as he speaks. “it was all real, all of it. i just got so scared because it all felt too real. i just-“ his voice is shaky, and it’s evident that he’s holding back tears.

“you have always been more than a friend to me. this whole time i’ve been so completely obsessed with you and everything about you and i haven’t been able to think straight because every time i look at you i have to stop myself from kissing you” he runs his hand through his soft hair, struggling to look at you when he speaks.

he inhaled another breath, the air shakily filling his lungs. “but i never did, mostly because i didn’t think i was good enough for you. you deserve someone so amazing and caring and romantic and everyday i wondered if i’d ever get there. i wanted to get there so bad because i wanted you. i’m not a relationship kind of guy” he sniffles. “i mean i’ve barely even been on a real date and i’m twenty years old”

he shakes his head, trying his best to get his point across. “but none of that matters when i look at you because everytime i see you it all goes away. every fear of commitment and- and realness goes away.” tears creep out of his blue eyes, but he’s quick to wipe them away with his palms. “god y/n i’m so fucking in love with you that the thought of you walking away from me made my heart hurt”

you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before. sure, he was always honest with you, but right now he just looks so- hopeless.

he finishes speaking, shaking out his hands slightly as if to relieve tension that formed in his joints as he spoke.

you’re not entirely sure what to say, so you don’t speak, instead pulling the boy into a much needed hug, burying your face into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist.

he doesn’t react at first, in shock initially at the sudden closeness, but it doesn’t take long for him to pull you in impossibly closer to him, one hand placed on your back and another on the back of your head.

he rests his face on the top of your head, practically burying his lips in your hair as his hand rubs your back.

you pull out slightly, keeping your arms on his side as you look at him, one last tear crawling down your cheek.

immediately his hands comes to your face, cupping your jawline while his thumb wipes away the tear drop. “why are you crying now?” he furrows his eyebrows, a slight playfulness to his tone.

you giggle, leaning into his touch. “i think these are happy tears now”

“well it’s a good thing you look beautiful even you cry” he smiles softly, holding eye contact with you as you look up at him.

“yeah why’s that?” you tease.

he leans in slightly closer, mumbling slightly as he speaks. “because i’d really like to kiss you now”

your heart flutters at this, and everything feels good again. you have Chris and that’s all you need. “what’s taking you so long?” you smile, the boy immediately leaning in fully and attaching his lips to yours carefully.

his hand still rests on your cheek, only deepening the kiss further before you start smiling, causing him to pull back as you widen your eyes.

“what was that for?” he laughs softly.

“i’m gonna sound like the corniest mother fucker if i say what i’m thinking so i’m just gonna kiss you again” you smile, leaving back in once more, if you weren’t already obsessed with him you definitely are now.

it’s a short lived kiss, the two of you are exhausted at this point, but it still means everything to you.

he wraps his arm around your shoulder now, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the top of your head. “i think after my whole ‘i’m in love with you’ monologue i take the prize for corniest fucker”

you laugh, beginning to walk down the poorly lit street. “never though i’d see the day, Christopher Owen Sturniolo is a cheese ball”

“okay that’s enough of that i’m going back to the gas station” he jokingly turns away before you pull him back to you again.

“i like it when your corny, it’s hot” you mumble, causing the boy to pause in his steps, his arm still around you.

“guess i’ll have to do it more often then yeah?” words that simple shouldn’t have the effect on you that they do, but you’re a smiling mess regardless.

“yeah”

a/n: had no idea how to end this LMAOO hopefully it fulfilled some of your needs for angst

i tried so hard to make chris accurate but i don’t know the man like that💔

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hornedqueenofhell · 9 months

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Shared Interests Pt. 1

“...and that’s where we will be ending things for tonight!” Eddie says, clapping his hands together and leaning back in his chair while the children cry foul.

“We’ve only been going for three hours!”

“We didn’t even do anything except go shopping!”

“But what about the tip we just got to find Lolth’s lair?”

Eddie’s expression darkens and he smacks his hand on the table to shut everyone up, “We will continue with all of that next time but tonight Steve and I have plans.”

“What kind of plans?” Will asks, he’s the calmest of all of them and generally enjoys hearing about Eddie and Steve being happy in their relationship.

“Stevie is taking me to a baseball game.” Eddie replies and Mike and Dustin explode.

“You’re ditching Hellfire for a sports game?! What the fuck man?” Mike shouts, almost sweeping his things off the table with his arms flailing about so wildly.

“Language” Eddie says before getting a thousand yard stare briefly as he realizes the words that just came out of his mouth. Christ, Steve really was rubbing off on him… in more ways than one.

“So you can tell us to just go find a replacement instead of rescheduling but when you decide to take the night off we just have to deal?” Dustin bites out causing Eddie’s eyes to snap to him and then briefly dart over to Lucas.

Eddie had apologized profusely from his hospital bed, even before Steve had chewed him out for replacing Lucas with his sister. He knew Lucas still felt a bit wary around him when he got manic, which was understandable after everything he'd been through. They had been doing better though, Eddie would rather die than admit it but Lucas had good relationship advice. And he spoke jock so Eddie could ask him for things to say to impress Steve, usually it just made his boyfriend laugh but Eddie still counted it.

“Why a baseball game?” Lucas asks, Eddie turns to him and scrubs a hand through his hair.

“Because Steve likes the Cubs.” It had been the primary source of bonding between Steve and Wayne, both of them finally happy to have someone to talk about sports with.

“So?” Mike is looking at Eddie like he doesn’t recognize the older man anymore.

“Because couples generally like spending time together?” He’s not sure where the confusion here is.

Dustin scoffs, “Steve already goes to your shows and hangs out during d&d, how much more time do you two need to spend together?” Mike nods in agreement but Lucas has a small smile now and Eddie reaches out to squeeze his shoulder and ruffle his hair with a grin.

“Boys, what do those two things have in common that me seeing a baseball game with your babysitter doesn’t?” he asks as Lucas bats his hand away.

“Your things are actually cool?” Mike

“They’re in Hawkins?” Dustin

“They’re Eddie’s hobbies.” Lucas for the win! At Eddie’s confirming nod the other two turn to Lucas looking confused.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Lucas sighs at Mike and pats Will’s shoulder consolingly. His friend really needs a better guy to crush on. “And this is why El is done with your ass dude. You gotta share in your partner’s hobbies too man. Steve goes to Eddie’s shows even though he’s not a fan of metal because he likes Eddie. It wouldn’t be fair to Steve if Eddie wasn’t willing to do the same.”

“It definitely doesn’t make your partner feel good when you just dismiss their interests.” Eddie fidgets with his rings as his eyes drop to the table. He knew that he wasn’t used to relationships, Steve being his first boyfriend ever, and learning the hard way that compromise was a very necessary thing had been a difficult concept to wrap his head around at first. He’d complained about Steve trying to invite him to ‘normie’ events or playing his music until Steve, tired of feeling like Eddie didn’t actually care about him, told him that maybe they were better off seeing other people.

Eddie had reacted poorly and it wasn’t until his bandmates called him out when he’d tried to complain to them about their fight that he’d figured it out. He still wasn’t a fan of baseball but seeing Steve light up as he’d explained to Eddie why everyone was cheering about a specific player or hit made sitting through the games more than worth it. And Steve wrapping Eddie up in his members only jacket in the parking lot before sneaking a little kiss hadn’t been too bad either.

So they would go see the occasional home game, season tickets being one of the ‘expensive presents definitely make up for the fact we’re shitty parents’ gifts Steve got for a Christmas present last year. Or sometimes when Eddie has a game or just isn’t feeling social Steve will take Wayne and Eddie gets the trailer to himself for several hours. He can take a nice long shower, practice voices for his campaigns, make himself a snack while naked in the kitchen. Or go to Steve’s and cook him something nice for dinner then head upstairs and open himself up on his boyfriend's bed before pulling out a book and waiting for Steve to get back and rail him through the mattress.

"So what, you're going to sit at a baseball game and just pretend to be interested in it so you can score points with some washed up jock?"

"First off Wheeler, check the fucking attitude. I don't know what it is with you and your sister that you think you can just say the most awful things about Steve and face no repercussions but I will absolutely ban you if you don't start treating Steve with some basic human decency. Second off, I don't have to like baseball, it’s the same way with Steve not being super into my music. We are very different people so we sometimes struggle to find common ground, and when our interests don't line up we have to find ways to make it work. Because, as I'm still figuring out, that's kind of a big part of being in a healthy relationship."

Pt 2

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair

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fairyhaos · 3 months

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seventeen and babysitting kids

ib the return of superman w svt bc i watched all the eps w jeonghao + junshua recently and it made me soft :((

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seungcheol:

better with kids than some of the others, but cautious. has the experience to take care of the child, but he's worried about coming off as too mean or harsh bc he's used to dealing with grown men with the mannerisms of children instead of actual children n he's too afraid of making the children cry if he's too strict w them. is very Parent when it comes to looking after the child, like, literally acts like their mom and makes them eat their vegetables and fusses over them when they spill something and makes sure they go to bed on time. the efficient person when it comes to looking after children

jeonghan:

he's so sweet. maybe a little too sweet bc as soon as the child is making the slightest whining noises he's dropping everything and doing aegyo or getting out all the toys or offering snacks bc god forbid a child starts crying in his care :((( good at being all gentle wheedler when he's exhausted out of his mind tho but he's just so weak that he doesn't do it often. lets them stay up half an hour past their bedtime. plays hide and seek with them a total of twelve times in a row. he's exhausted by the end of it, but the parents are smiling and the child is telling them how much they adore jeonghan and really that makes it all worth it for him

joshua:

the adorable uncle!! spends fifteen whole minutes explaining his name to the child, before giving up and telling them to call him jisoo. which leads to even more confusion bc he has two names???? what???? very excitable, but also clueless. he's an only child, what can he say? lets the kid get away with most things. when he inevitably exhausts himself two hours in by going way too hard while playing chase, he speaks in a cutesy tone and tries to convince the child to play some more sitting down activities. it always works, and honestly even tho he's terrible at puzzles it's better than going thru fitness training for five hrs straight

junhui:

eagerly participates in the child's made up games! pretends he's a superhero spy with them, pretends he's a magic prince(ess) with them, pretends they're pirates and encounter a ginormous sea monster with them. forgets to feed the child dinner because they're too busy playing, and so he lets them eat a whole hour after their bed time and because they're so late it takes ages to wash up and tuck the child into bed and eventually, the kid is only just going to sleep and it's three am and the parents are pulling up to the front of the house. but it's okay, because the child had fun and junhui had fun too

hoshi:

loves it the most when the children pretend they're animals. or if they have animal toys. managed to get into a fight with one of the kids once bc they wanted to be a tiger and soonyoung insisted that only he could be a tiger. almost made the child cry before eventually agreeing that they could both be tigers. gets hungry really quickly, so he ends up eating half of the child's dinner, then gives them loads of junk food to compensate for it. bad idea though, because now he has a child that's bouncing off the walls and it takes him hours to convince them to Not try and be spiderman and climb the walls and to Please get into bed because your parents are going to be home any minute and they are going to Obliterate me if you're still up

wonwoo:

he's chill. acts like a ghost that's simply observing the child's movements. only speaks when they start doing something they shouldn't or when it's time for dinner or when they should go up and get ready for bed. sometimes plays with the child if they ask him really nicely, but most of the time he's zoned out and staring at the wall, letting the child do whatever they want (so long as it's within the rules that he's been given)

jihoon:

awkward with children. doesn't know what to do. introduces himself and then holds out his hand for the child to shake. sits on the couch like he's ready to bolt any second. ends up putting the tv on for the child so that the silence in the room isn't too deafening. definitely warms up more as the night goes on, and ends up engaging in conversation with the child about how their life is at school. he forgets the names of all the children that the kid mentions though so he has no idea who has drama with who and how they're all connected but he nods and frowns and gasps in what he hopes are all the right places

minghao:

he loves children. so eager to play with them, encourages them to introduce all their toys to him and their histories and their relationships. shows them his cool hand tricks, has them gaping at him in awe for several minutes after. he's very shy, surprisingly, so desperately wanting to be all hyper and loud with the child but worried it will come off as too excitable. tries to teach the child better habits, too, talking to them about handling emotions and how emotional manipulation w tears will Not work on him, nice try. makes sure they eat their greens, and helps them brush their teeth as they get ready for bed. reads them a book and does one last finger trick before patting them on the head goodnight <;3

mingyu:

dramatic. big baby. literally acts like a child too. by the end of the evening, he's made a new friend and has pinky promised thrice that he'll come over some time for a proper play date with them. lets the child do whatever they want, with him and just in general. doesn't force the child to eat their greens bc honestly he finds those yuck too, and lets them go to bed later bc they gave him the most adorable puppy eyes and he's weak for that. reads them like five bedtime stories, acts out two of them, and would have definitely sung a song as well if he hadn't gotten a text saying the parents were coming home. rated 10/10 by all the children he's looked after

dokyeom:

the sweetest :(((( literally the most adorable with kids. treats them as if they're his younger siblings. is unintentionally doing aegyo the entire time he's with them bc he's just being influenced by so much cuteness all around him that he does it too. lets the child play with his hair, his clothes, his fingers. does the child's hair for them when they ask, and throws them into the air so many times that the child is almost sick all over him. plays hide and seek several times, two of which he was the one hiding from the child. almost forgets to put the child to bed, but then tucks them in really nicely and sings to them so sweetly. can't leave the room until the child falls asleep tho bc they insisted on grabbing onto his fingers and won't let go bc they're afraid he'll go away :((

seungkwan:

very fussy over children. dotes on them like he's a rich musty aunt, pinching their cheeks and calling them adorable every five seconds. participates in their made up games, but is hit with reality minimum three times every game bc even though he loves pretending he's a princess dressed in a pink and purple dress, it does feel weird when reality slaps you across the face. very good at Following the Schedule, and becomes almost sergeant-like while the child is brushing their teeth, standing over them and measuring the time to make sure they're doing it correctly. kisses the child on the forehead goodnight, giving their cheeks one last squeeze before tucking them in for the night

hansol:

kinda just there to have food. he's good with children tho, paying the right amount of attention to them and making all the exaggerated facial expressions that they adore. finds kids rlly adorable, but also just kinda sits there n munches on snacks half the time. asks the child how much english they know, quizzes them on the numbers from 1 to 100. all in all he's pretty good with children, feeding them on time and getting them to bed on time. ends up being so good that they fall asleep a long while before the parents come home, so he's just kinda sitting on the couch n staring at the wall for a while

chan:

literally acts like a child too (2). great with kids and matches their energy immaculately. isn't really into dressing up or chasing, but he's great at made up games and board games. once spent the entire evening playing snakes and ladders, bc it was a tense match okay and he was sure the child had to be cheating bc how were they always ahead of him?? makes sure they eat their food properly + very good at convincing them their veggies taste delicious. watches the child jump on their bed for a solid ten minutes, despite having been given express instructions to Not let the child jump on the bed, but really, how can he say no when theyre so adorable?

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tarjapearce · 5 months

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We need to see some early little content of baby gabi, like first time parents! Like them figuring out the routine and dealing with diapers, throw up, crying, and some new firsts!

A Series of First With Baby Gabriella ~ (Pt. 1)

Warning: Mild mild angst, rotting fluff.

His baby girl, his firstborn, Gabriella had been born. He'd spend hours to no end watching her. Little waves, a reminiscence of him, perched over her tiny head.

She had been hours since she came to this world, finally fulfilling one of the deepest and hidden yearnings that came as soon as he knew he loved you. Being a father.

He was scared. Miguel out of everyone knew his childhood had been anything but easy. Even to this day, things were hard and some days they were too overwhelming to ignore. But now, a new purpose had been added to his list. Be everything he didn't have for his baby girl.

Be the best father a girl could ask for. And hopefully one day, the best example of a husband many men would strive to imitate.

The coos and little cries of his girl returned all the attention back to her, her whole hand wrapped around his finger. But in truth it was the opposite.

She didn't need to make anything outrageous to have his whole attention, Gabriella had him wrapped around her tiny and squeezing fingers, ready to make a wonderful father out of him.

You were asleep, on bed, exhausted. Gladly giving into your body's whims to rest. Delivery was a bit tricky, but with the doctor's and nurse's help you were just fine and his daughter in perfect conditions. Like he had been longing for.

"Mírate no más, igualita a mí" (Look at you, so like me)

His eyes softened as his thumb stroked ever gently at her hair. She stirred and grunted while she stretched. The little yawn and her almost nuzzling in his chest made his chest to swell up in pride.

His lips pressed softly over and over against her forehead, he felt like hallucinating, since Gabi's lips twitched in a little shy smile.

----

The first night back at home you had to drag Miguel out of Gabi's baby room. A baby monitor in her crib had given you both enough reassurance for the night. It had been only a couple of months since you moved into your new house and bit by bit, everything started to be full of baby things. Preparing for the arrival of your baby.

And now, it's owner had finally came, the room was complete. His house felt complete with Gabi in it.

A pale lilac adorned the walls, the crib white andk sturdy, a whole Sunday had been spent assembling it. Meaning, you'd watch Miguel doing so, giggling whenever he cursed or crumpled the instructions. Your routine was based on her first feeding she had back at the hospital. Meaning ten pm.

The next one was at 1 am, then at four, seven and so on. She ate every three hours. Sometimes, Miguel would come home and find you curled up on the couch or any other surface cushioned enough for you to rest.

And when you'd wake up, you'll always be in your bed, tucked in. Sometimes, you'd find yourself startling out of nowhere when you heard Gabi's door opening up. Only to find Miguel changing her diapers if needed and sharing time with her.

You'd kiss his cheek and held his hand, pulling him away even though his feet refused at first. "C'mon, let her rest. You need to sleep and so do I."

"I know." He kissed in return your forehead, "Thank you."

---

If he could get a picture of his baby girl, every day, he would. But nothing compared to experiencing meaningful moments right there next to her.

The first laugh you got from Gabi was when she nibbled your nipple, the soft nub was nothing against her gums.

"Oww"

She giggled again as she slapped your breast softly. Your fingers caressed her head lovingly, gentle voice lulled her to sleep.

"Glad you're happy chewing my nipple, princesita"

With Miguel things were different, she'd burst into the loudest laughing fit when he'd blow raspberries into her tummy. Excited and kicking feet moved playfully, her hands latched on his dark waves.

"Gimme a smile"

Gabi stared at him as he yawned, too interested in the pair of fangs that peeked out of his plump mouth. Seeing no effect in her, he tried a little growl.

She cooed, the smile creeping up in her little lips. Miguel roared, or at least attempted to roar, Gabi's laugh soared through the room, but quieted down once your steps approached.

"Whose there?"

Miguel taunted, Gabi's expectant eyes darted towards the door, a coo accompanied her.

"Es tu mami." He mumbled with a smile. (It's your mommy)

Gabi smiled, shook her hands and kicked her legs upon seeing you. Her little pony tail swaying.

"Where's my little chomper?"

"Pa pa!"

You gasped as Miguel took Gabi excitedly.

"Dilo de nuevo, Solecito. Whose that?" (Say it again, Sunshine)

"It's Mama, Gabibi"

"Pa pa!"

You couldn't help but gasp audibly, faking betrayal as Gabi squealed while Miguel smothered her in kisses.

Miguel 1, Mama 0.

"I'm switching you to bottle!"

Gabi gave a feisty grunt at your words as if saying 'You wouldn't dare!' But Miguel's laugh made her to cup his face and grin.

"Pa pa"

"Yes, Solecito?"

A bubbly laugh erupted from her, as she tried to bite his cheeks. Her first words had been dedicated to none but him. Another little milestone added to his personal list.

Nothing however had prepared him for another milestone the both of you feared, yet unavoidably happened.

Gabriella fell sick.

Fever had made a fussy and crying mess out of her. Guilt only grew as you had ignored the signals of her eventual illness. She was restless through her feeding hours, and ate in between breaks. She cried and ate.

And no matter how much you tried to make her less fussy, she'd only cry harder before breaking into a fever.

Her wailing only made you scared and anxiety soon took over you, in between tears you called Miguel and explained. He'd ask permission for work to then fly home and take you to the pediatrician with Gabriella.

Nothing more than an ear infection. Even though antibiotics had been given to her, Miguel would rock her slowly, rubbing her back in soothing circles,

Gabi would rub her eyes, and the outer of her ear while exhaling a little pained whimpering

"I know, mijita. You'll feel better ok?"

He whispered while kissing her forehead. It distressed him greatly to see his baby in such discomfort. She slept longer than usual, fed a little before going back to sleep. You both missed her laugh and usual feisty attitude.

He'd be always welcomed with a little squeal or a gurgling mumble. But now it was everything but silence.

But eventually the infection went away, leaving room for her health to be back.

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Gabi was now seven months, Her urge to crawl had been stronger, only to fall into her butt. But her perseverance made her to crawl faster and climb things with such agility it made her almost an unstoppable force you'd often been reckoned with.

You'd have startles like getting her last minute before she crawled up or down the stairs. Sometimes you'd burn food to chase her, and when you'd get her she'd squeal and drool over your cheek while trying to kiss you.

"You'll kill me in one of these jumpscares, mi amor. "

She'd giggle and mumble a clear Mama

"Yes, bebita? You're hungry?"

Your little princess would screech, and point at the boiling pot. It always amazed her to no end to see the lid clattering and seeing bubbles underneath it. Or see you dance at the beat of cumbias, merengue and punta.

The latter had her squirming at the beats of the drums while clapping.

As she reached her ten months, she'd surprise you both and Miguel that had your hearts racing.

You were on the living room, playing on the floor with her, Miguel sat across you.

"Solecito, come here" Miguel urged as he motioned her to come, which she followed to a T. She crawled to him but stopped midway

"Come, come" Miguel kept ebbing her to follow him, but Gabi's eyes were set on him.

You helped her to stand and even though her steps wobbled, she didn't stop. Miguel and you shared a complicity look before you let Gabi go.

Big and loving hands motioned her to get to him. A steady step followed by a wobbly one, Gabi balanced herself and cooed, toddler eyes filled with wonder and joy as she followed Miguel's voice, occasionally looking back to you, as if asking 'Like this, Mama?'

"Go to Papa, mi amor!"

Miguel crouched and opened her arms to her, ready to catch her if she fell. But she didn't. In fact, as she approached Miguel her feet took speed.

Her dear Papa took her in his strong arms and thew her in the air, happy for another meaningful milestone he got to witness.

But that would only bring new and near heart attacks experiences.

Ever since she started walking, Gabi would run after Miguel and hold onto his ankle, crying a loud and maudlin Papa, No!

She wanted him to stay, she wanted him to hold her and put her to sleep, but he had to go.

"Solecito, I'll be back"

She'd cry a harder "No!"

"Gabi, mi amor, come here."

"Papa!"

She'd climb to her and who was Miguel to say no to his baby?

He cradled her and kissed her chubby cheek.

"I'll be back, okay? Se buena con tu mamá, 'ta bien?" (Be good to your mom, okay?)

She nodded in between little hiccups and whines as Miguel handled her over to you after kissing her forehead.

"Wanna go shopping with me, princesita?"

She pointed at a leaving Miguel.

"I know, mi niña, he'll be back, okay? Let's get you ready to go."

As soon as Miguel came through the main door, Gabi ran to him and clung to his leg with a wide beam.

"Papa!"

He picked her up and smooched her cheek, "Hola mi chiquita, God, I missed you." He came closer to you and smiled, "I missed you too."

The two most important women of his life were always waiting for him and his return. Finally, his dream had come true.

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The Sweetest Taboo part 2 - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Pairing: Trent x Bellingham Sister

Summary:

The day he met you he was instantly enamoured. He’d never felt instant attraction the way he did with you. That feeling only grew with everything he learnt from a far - everything was perfect about you except that you were his best mate’s sister. He didn't know how to achieve it but he knew being with you would be all he needed.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, smut, maybe angst

Word Count: 9.4K

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The following morning, you woke up to your brothers dropping themselves onto your bed.

“Wake up, wake up!” Jude pushed your side to wake you as Jobe chuckled. They didn’t have a gentle bone in their bodies when it came to pestering you.

“Leave me alone,” you groaned, moving away from Jude’s prodding.

“It’s late, you’ve got to get ready,” Jobe chimed in. You rolled your eyes and turned your face into your pillow, frowning heavily from being awoken.

“For what?” you asked them, your words muffled in the pillow.

“We’re going to the amusement park, you’re coming with us,” Jude informed you. You turned to look at them with an unamused expression at that news.

“Do I have to?” you complained.

“Yes, we’re not leaving you home,” Jobe added. You huffed at the insistence and sat up, leaning on your elbows, still only half awake.

“You boys are too attached to me, do you know that?” you scoffed and swung your legs off the bed to get up. They agreed to that, not at all ashamed.

“Can’t we want to spend some time with our sister?” Jude asked, lying back on your bed making himself comfortable. You rolled your eyes still grumpy from being woken up.

“You didn’t even want me to come on this trip,” you reminded Jude, stretching your arms as you got out of bed.

“That’s not true - I just wanted mum to let us come,” Jude tried to play it off when you knew he was only cool with it because you were letting him talk to his little consorts and hang with his boys in peace.

“Let the record show, I was fine with you coming,” Jobe chimed in, getting off the bed and coming to stand near you.

“Yes I know, that’s why Jobe is my favourite,” you said about him and gave him a side hug, while he triumphantly smiled. He was like your baby. Jude and you sparred a bit more growing up but Jobe was always on your side. Jude rolled his eyes at you two pairing up against him.

“I’m going to tell mum you guys are bullying me,” Jude dramatically complained, making you laugh. He was such a mama’s boy and your mum vindicated it because she always defended him.

“Yeah yeah, go cry wolf,” you waved him off and he playfully rolled his eyes. “What time are we going?” you asked them and they told you they were supposed to leave the house in an hour. You shewed them away on being given a time constraint because an hour was hardly enough time to properly get ready for a full day out. Once they left you rushed to get showered and ready - sprinting out of your room whilst applying your lipgloss because you were late by time you were done.

“Finally!” Jude threw up his hands when you came out and got up to move toward the door - the rest of the lads following him. Trent however, hung back until you reached him.

“You look nice,” he whispered to you, making you smile at him.

“Thank you,” you thanked him and threw your lipgloss into your bag. He walked beside you to the car and held the door open for you to enter before him. Jobe definitely noticed Trent helping you into the car and chose to sit next to you another day in a row now but he didn’t say anything. He however, did keep a close eye on Trent sitting next to you.

“Do you like amusement parks?” you asked him, making your half exposed thigh touch his.

“I’m not sure about roller coasters but I do like games,” he answered, biting his lip and bringing your attention to his mouth, “I’m pretty good at darts,” he smirked with confidence.

“Darts? I’m not very good - maybe you can show me,” you sweetened your voice and put your manicured hand on his thigh. He glanced down to your hand and looked back up to your face.

“Definitely, I can do that,” he agreed and you gave his thigh a slight squeeze - feeling the firm muscle beneath your hand. You felt a bit bad about flirting with the boy with your brothers in the car but you just couldn’t let the opportunity slip you. Trent was a cute boy, a cute boy who obviously fancied you - what was a girl to do?

When you got to the park the boys were boys - they got competitive about little games, made loud jokes and pushed each other around. You held back for the most part, just taking in the environment and enjoying the weather. You stopped to get a drink but before you could order you felt a body come to stand beside you.

“Hey,” Trent said, coming beside you.

“Hi,” you looked at him, automatically smiling in his presence.

“I’ve seen there are darts over there,” he nodded his head in the direction and your smile widened at his implication, “ready for the lesson?” he asked you with a charming smile.

“Yeah, I just want to get this first, do you want anything?” you asked him instinctively.

“No,” he shrugged and let you order but before you could pay he held the money out to the cashier. You looked across at him at the gesture but he didn’t blink. He just collected the drink, handed it to you and gestured for you to go in the direction of the darts. When you got to the darts booth, he paid and started to explain to you the technique like he was a professional. You couldn’t help but giggle at the demonstration.

“What?” he asked, hearing you giggle.

“I just didn’t know there was so much to darts,” you smiled and brought the drink to your lips.

“Well if you want to be good, yeah,” he shrugged with seriousness but still had a sweet smile on his face.

“Alright, well whatever you say I’ll do boss,” you winked at him and put the drink down. Trent couldn’t help but feel a spark through his body at your tone and wink but he tried to hold it together and act cool.

You picked up the dart, positioning yourself just as Trent said and tried but you barely got the dart on the board. You heard him chuckle beside you and you sharply turned to him with a frown on your face.

“Try again,” he encouraged you, picking up a dart and handing it to you. You took it, grumbling to yourself but got ready to toss this one too. Before you could you felt Trent’s hand on your hand and the other on your waist. You breath hitched in your chest at the realisation he was standing behind you, close enough you could feel his deep raspberry scent wrapping around you.

“Like this,” he huskily whispered into your ear, moving your wrist gently, demonstrating how to toss the dart. You bit your lip at the sound of his voice against your ear, completely forgetting about the dart. He squeezes your hip gently with his other hand and you subtly pushed back to press your butt into him in response. He lowly hummed at that and slid his hand down from your waist to your bare thigh beyond the edge of your short skirt.

“Like this right?” you practised, still pressed against him. He lost focus on the dart but agreed to your question. You smiled and tossed it - actually hitting a reasonable target this time. You spun around in his arms as the dart hit the board with a beaming smile on your face. “I did it!” you cheered. Trent looked you over, his eyes barely having space to look given your dangerously close proximity before meeting your eyes with widened pupils. “Did I do good?” you asked him with a slight smirk on your lips. He looked over your face, sensing a layer to your question. He nodded and lowered his voice before speaking.

“You did so good,” he praised you, not even having seen where the dart landed. He may not have seen the dart, but he didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled at the praise. You smiled at his words and turned away from him to pick up the 3rd dart. Trent cleared his throat, trying to maintain some level of decorum and not pull you against him right there and then and ask if he could kiss you. He wanted you but out in the open was not really the safest place to flirt so openly with you so he took a step back before he pushed his luck too far.

“Where’s y/n?” Jobe asked, looking around for you finally having noticed it’d been a while since he saw you.

“Not sure,” Jude shrugged, looking around for you. His eyes landed on you laughing with Trent at the dart booth and his face instantly scrunched in discontent. Jobe’s eyes followed Jude’s and his expression quickly matched that of his older brother’s.

“I don’t like this,” Jobe voiced on seeing you slap Trent’s chest with an obvious giggle despite them not being able to hear you.

“Me neither,” Jude grumbled in agreement, “He told me he wasn’t checking for her like that but what is he doing over there?” Jude turned to Jobe.

“This isn’t the first, at dinner I saw him flirting with her,” Jobe added to Jude’s observation. Jude glanced back to the two of you and then to his brother.

“We have to do something,” Jude said to Jobe and Jobe quickly agreed. Jude suggested going over to the two of you but Jobe reminded him you would be upset if they made a scene and they mutually decided it would be to approach you in private, so they bit their tongues for the moment.

The rest of the day you spent with the group, trying to not be too close to Trent when all together but you couldn’t help but steal looks at him. He looked so good that it had you questioning how you never really saw it before. You were cursing yourself for not making a move sooner. Now you’d left it when he and your brother were so close they were coming on the same holiday. Now it was definitely a sticky situation. If only you knew.

The car ride home Jobe pushed to sit next to you, forcing Trent to sit elsewhere. You definitely felt some disappointment but you tried not to show it as your baby brother was right there. Jobe was chatty during the ride and you easily spoke with them but then a topic your were expecting from him came up.

“So how’s that guy you were seeing y/n? The finance one?” Jobe asked rather loudly. Your face fell because Jobe was suddenly speaking loud enough for Trent to hear.

“I’m not seeing him,” you immediately shot down his play.

“Are you sure, I thought it was pretty serious, weren’t you thinking about bringing him home?” Jobe continued to push and you almost cursed him out loud. You told him about that guy because he asked where you were going all dressed up so often. You weren’t ready to tell your parents so you asked Jobe to keep it quiet. At the time, you trusted him but now you regretted telling him.

“No, like I said I’m not seeing him,” you reiterated.

“Shame, Dad would’ve liked a guy like that,” Jobe continued with his agenda.

“Dad doesn't care about that,” you challenged him.

“He told me he’d like you with a corporate guy like that,” Jobe surely lied. Your dad was not strict - once the guy treated you nice he was happy. You looked at Jobe with a sharp look, silently threatening him if he continued and he finally decided to zip his mouth. He wanted to deter Trent but his bravery could only go so far. The damage was already done though, Trent definitely heard.

You were a bit annoyed when you got back to the villa so you went straight to your room to get unready and be alone for a bit. However, your alone time was interrupted before you even made it to your bed after washing off your makeup by what was obviously your brother’s knocking on the door.

“Come in,” you called despite not really wanting them to come in. The two of them charged into your room - Jude going to sit on your bed and Jobe standing with his hands on his hips. “What is it?” you asked, already exhausted from whatever they were about to bring up. You moved past Jobe, totally nonchalant, to sit at the top of your bed.

“We need to talk,” Jobe announced and you rolled your eyes - you could tell where this was going.

“We saw you and Trent today,” Jude started, and you were a bit surprised he was getting involved. Jobe, you could understand - Jobe never liked any boyfriend you had. Even when you were a teenager and had a little date to movies he didn’t like it. Jude however, usually didn’t care.

“He was there, I was there,” you shrugged, playing it off.

“Jobe told me he was flirting with you at dinner and I saw you and him looking a bit cosy at the park,” Jude added in his input. You looked to Jobe with narrowed eyes, annoyed he roped Jude into this agenda.

“I told Jobe already, it’s nothing,” you flatly told him.

“Is it? Because you have been talking,” Jude questioned.

“It’s nothing, he’s around my age, he’s on this trip -we’re just had a couple conversations - it's nothing,” you stayed steadfast on your story. It wasn’t really nothing if you were honest. The way he touched your hip today wasn’t nothing, the way you put his hand on your ass last night wasn’t nothing but the story you were going to stick to infront of your brothers was it’s nothing. “Like damn, do you lot want me to talk to the wall on this trip?” you asked them and it immediately made them feel a little guilty. They knew you were forced to come in order for them to have the freedom to come so they felt bad about the idea you didn’t have your own friends around.

“When you put it that way…,” Jude said with a lowered voice, feeling particularly bad because he most desperately wanted to come on this trip.

“He’s just someone to talk to,” you lied, “It’s nothing,” you reiterated your lie.

“Alright fine, I get it,” Jude conceded first, washed with guilt.

“What!?” Jobe asked in outrage at Jude giving up on the interrogation they’d planned all day.

“It’s fine, they are just friends,” Jude turned to a flabbergasted Jobe, “just no funny business okay,” Jude turned back to you and you nodded. “Jobe let’s go,” Jude got off the bed and gestured for Jobe to follow. Jobe was less than pleased but he huffed and followed Jude to the door.

“Sorry,” Jude apologised at the door before pulling Jobe out and leaving you alone.

“Bro, what happened to we are going to stop this?” Jobe asked him when they left your room.

“We wouldn’t even be on this trip if y/n wasn’t here so we need to leave it alone,” Jude warned his younger brother.

“Leave it alone? Trent is trying to get with our sister!?” Jobe questioned the sanity of his brother.

“Y/n is not going to be interested in my friend Jobe, like she said they probably only talk cause she has no one else here,” Jude explained, truly thinking you wouldn’t be seriously interested. Jobe however was not quite convinced.

“I don’t know about that,” Jobe grumbled.

“You know her, do you think she’s really going to want a guy we hang out with ? She probably thinks we’re all kids,” Jude explained his justification. In his head you were way too mature to want to date someone in his circle. He was sure you would just see them all as babies regardless of age. Jobe looked at him, considering that point for a moment. He was almost swayed but his gut told him there was something off about the way you behaved around Trent compared to anyone else on the trip.

“Whatever, if you say so - but I’m still keeping an eye on it,” Jobe only half conceded. Jude took that, not bothering to fight it down any further and they went about their night.

Once you were sure the coast was clear and your brothers had gotten off your case you called your friend Halle for some girl advice. At first you just told her about LA and how the trip was going but eventually you eased into the real topic plaguing your mind.

“So…I might have a boy problem,” you brought up, which immediately caught Halle’s attention.

“A boy? An American boy? Where did you meet a boy?” She immediately started to question.

“No not an American boy…a scouser actually,” you clarified but it only confused Halle.

“Where’d you find a scouser in Los Angeles?” she asked, utterly confused.

“A few rooms down,” you hesitantly told her and her face fell.

“Excuse me? Don’t tell me you’re crushing on a teenage boy!?” she immediately judged and questioned.

“No no! He’s not that young! He’s age appropriate but yeah he is Jude’s friend,” you winced a bit saying it out loud.

“Your little brother’s friend? You sure about that?” Halle asked you, questioning your sanity.

“No… but he is very good looking. His name is Trent, let me send you his insta,” you told her and immediately sent the page to plead your case. Fortunately for you, Trent had recently posted photos from the summer looking rather fine.

“Oh…okay I see what you’re saying,” she changed her tune, “He looks good…like actually very good,” she conceded.

“Too good if you ask me, and he’s obviously interested in me like I’d be blind not to notice and at first I was like meh but now I’m starting to feel a little something for him,” you admitted to Halle.

“What do Jude and Jobe think?” she asked about the obvious issue between you and Trent.

“Jobe is fuming at the thought and Jude… for now he doesn’t think I’d be interested in his friend,” you explained to Halle which made her laugh.

“Well he’s in for a shock” she continued to laugh while you sighed. The situation was very delicate and you were stuck between not wanting to upset your brothers but really wanting to explore what Trent could offer. “Imagine when he finds out you’re lipsing his bestie,” Halle commented as she scrolled to a photo of Trent and Jude on Trent’s instagram, “He does have really nice lips,” she added while zooming in on a photo on Trent’s instagram. You hummed and nodded at the note because your mind drifted to how pretty his lips looked earlier at the amusement park before shaking your head and snapping out of your day dream.

“He won’t find out. It’s not even anything yet to find out about,” you told Halle, falsely confident that was true.

“So what’s the plan then? You want him or are you leaving it alone?” Halle asked you to know how to proceed.

“I don’t know yet, all I know is he’s hot, he’s got big hands and I like the way he looks at me,” you gave her the simple truth which made her laugh.

“It’s giving lust and not love,” Halle laughed.

“So what,” you shrugged.

“Maybe you need to bust a nut and see if you really still think this is worth pursuing after the horiness clears,” she joked but was still serious about her point because she could see how this would be a dangerous dance to jump into.

“Truth is…I already did and I thought about him while doing it so I don’t think I’m going to escape,” you admitted with a sigh, which Halle met with a laugh once more at your predicament.

“Damn, proper fanny flutters! Well sis - sounds like you got yourself a new beau - what’s the game plan to get him?” she changed her tune and got on your side.

“I have no game plan, how can I when I’m right under my brother’s nose,” you frowned.

“Well you said he’s just down the hall, maybe pay him a secret visit,” she wildly suggested.

“With my brothers around!? If Jude finds out he’ll pop a blood vessel,” you instantly refuted the idea, “Plus that’d be wild, what would I even say?” you asked her, half considering it despite the obvious risk.

“Play damsel in distress, say you need his help,” she gave one of her go to flirt tactics making you laugh.

“Me? A damsel in distress?” you chuckled because you were the furthest from that. You were always the girl people came to for help.

“You can pretend,” she suggested and you groaned at the idea.

“I don’t need a man to save me Halle,” you said and she mocked you before you could finish.

“We know, we know but maybe what you need is a man to take some load off your shoulders,” she got deeper than you were considering about Trent. You thought about what she said for a moment before shaking off the thought.

“Right now I just think he’s cute, nothing more,” you shrugged it off, “like you said it’s just lust,” you minimised the situation. She nodded, agreeing it was probably just lust and moved on to talk about other things.

Later that evening Jude came to ask if you wanted to come to the club for some party with other ballers they were going to and you actually agreed. You still thought you didn’t want to go to the club with your little brothers but now you had the motivation of Trent being there. Jude was a bit surprised you agreed to come but you played it off by saying you were getting a bit bored in the house. You lied because you hardly got bored in your own company. What you were was interested in spending time with and around the pretty scourser a few doors down.

You got ready for the night in a dress you wouldn’t wear if you were just keeping your brothers company. It was much sexier than anything you’d go anywhere with them in but you had an agenda in mind. You took your time getting ready: giving yourself time to go slow with your makeup and hair so it’d look perfect before lathering yourself with moisturiser and topping it with your perfume. A scent you nearly didn’t bring to the trip because it was more of a man magnet scent, the type that always got you compliments on a night out. You didn’t think you’d require it on this trip but now you were glad you had it. You sat on the bed, struggling to buckle your heels between your nails and moisturised hands. You sighed and leaned back on your bed with a huff, deciding to give up before breaking a sweat and ruining your makeup. You got off the bed, took up the heels in your hands and made your way to Jude’s room to ask him to buckle it for you.

You knocked once but he didn’t answer so you just walked in like he always did to you. “Jude, can you help me with this please,” you spoke before spotting him. ‘Oh,” your mouth fell into a small o at the sight of a shirtless Trent sitting in a chair. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” you told him as he looked you over.

“I came to borrow a shirt,” he told you, his eyes meeting your own.

“Oh…where is he?” you looked around the room.

“Bathroom,” Trent said, gesturing his head to the bathroom door, “You needed something?” he asked, recalling you were asking Jude for help, “Anything I can help with?” he offered without knowing what it was.

“Umm, yeah - I needed some help to buckle my heels,” you said to him, taking steps over to him.

“I can do that,” he held out his hand for your shoe. You came over to him, first slipping the shoe onto your foot before standing in front of him, facing him and lifting your foot to his lap on the chair. He first put both of your hands on either of his shoulders before buckling your shoe for you. He quietly buckled the first, tapping your leg when he was done and gesturing for you to put the other up. When he was done with the second he looked up at you with your leg still on the seat of the chair and his hand on the back of your leg.

“All good?” he asked, gently and subtly stroking his hand along the back of your leg, below your calf. You looked down at him, looking up at you with those smouldering brown eyes and felt somewhere much higher than where he was touching twitch. You immediately moved your leg to stand on your two feet and took a step back.

“Yes, thank you,” you thanked him, starting to feel more flustered than you expected.

“You’re welcome,” he stood up from the chair, making his half naked, chiselled body more obvious and making the twitch in your core stronger.

“T-thanks,” you shamefully stuttered, repeating yourself and making your way to the door. “I’ll go, see you later,” you said while putting your hand on the door handle.

“Sure, I’ll see you,” he said as you opened the door, “You look incredible by the way,” drawing your attention back to him as he putting both hands into his pockets - inadvertently shoving them lower down his hips and giving you a clearly view of his lower belly enhanced with a deep V and a happy trail that was definitely going to be in your dreams tonight.

“Thanks, umm…yeah thanks,” you fumbled and decided to just walk about before ruining your collected demeanour even further. You all but jogged back to your room in your freshly buckled heels to cool down the heat that was being felt inside and outside of your body after your little moment with Trent.

“Shit,” you muttered to yourself once back in your room. You looked yourself over in the mirror noticing your blown pupils and raised pores along your exposed arms and groaned. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He liked you. You had the upper hand but somehow now you found yourself set ablaze by his simple touch. You took a deep breath, shook your shelf out of the chill and gave yourself a little pep talk about how sexy you were before grabbing your purse and stepping out of your room. Unfortunately the moment you stepped out of your room, Trent also stepped into the corridor now with his shirt one - a soft cream that enhanced the glow of his tanned brown skin. He looked at you and he seemed like he was going to speak but you panicked a bit and walked away toward the living room to wait. He watched you walk away, admiring the tight grip the fabric of your short dress had on your ass. The deep neckline and short hem simultaneously didn’t leave much to the imagination whilst making his imagination run wild about having you in his bed without the dress.

When you got to the living room Jobe and some of the other boys were there. You greeted them politely and ignored the silent ogling from some of Jobe’s way, way too young for you friends.

“Alright I’m ready!” Jude announced, stepping into the room with Trent beside him.

“Finally,” Jobe responded, standing up himself. Jude looked you over once he noticed you in the room and raised his eyebrows in disapproval of your attire.

“I’ve got a jacket in my room you can borrow, seeing as you left half of your dress home,” he commented which made you roll your eyes.

“Jude,” you started to protest but he interrupted you.

“We’ve still got time you could change,” he fatherly and firmly suggested, gesturing his hand to the direction of your room. You looked to Jobe in outrage but he kept quiet not wanting to go against either of his older siblings.

“Jude, you’re being ridiculous- it’s just a dress I’m sure tons of girls in the club are dressed the same,” you tried to remain patient in the crowd. If you were home with him you would’ve told him to fuck off by now.

“Not you, it’s too skimpy,” he remained firm, not liking the idea of his sister being the object of looks and thoughts he knew such attire would bring in a party full of rich men and footballers on holiday. You tightened your jaw at the comment, wanting to put him in his place but not wanting to cause a scene.

“I think she looks great,” Trent boldly spoke and stepped to the side of you in your defence. Jude and Jobe instantly and simultaneously shot sharp matching looks at Trent. “It’s a pretty dress, if you want to wear it you should,” Trent spoke to you and further stunned your brothers with his boldness.

“Umm, thanks,” you thanked him but he turned his attention to the boys before you fully got the word out.

“The car is here and we’re late, it’s time to go,” he demanded the attention of the room with his calm announcement and instruction. It was subtle but the change in his tone to that of an assertive nature forced Jude to shut up and Jobe to remain quiet. The two were visibly disgruntled but they followed Trent’s instructions along with the rest of the boys to leave the house.

“Thanks,” you quietly said to him as he helped you into the car.

“You’re welcome,” he automatically responded while taking a seat next to you.

“I mean for earlier,” you clarified, wondering if he thought you were only thanking him for helping you into the car.

“It’s nothing, you do look really great,” he rested his hand on your thigh, even there it looked massive. Your eyes flickered from his hand to his face, finding him looking at you, “really beautiful,” he whispered directly to you, making the heat from early flash up your body. You were thankful you were sitting by the window and only he and you were in the seats because if anyone saw the way you were trying your hardest not to grin right now you wouldn’t live it down.

The drive there he kept his hand firm in your thigh despite being pulled into conversations with the other boys. You didn’t mind - in fact you liked it. You liked the intermittent tightening grip of his long fingers on your thigh when he laughed with the boys or the way his hand drifted further in between your thighs when he sat back in the chair after turning to chat. You liked it but your pussy liked it more. By the time you were arriving at the club she was purring to the point you were embarrassed a simple touch had you so turned on. Halle was right, you needed to take another go at some alone time in the sheets to get rid of this horny monster. You were better than this, you shouldn’t be folding so easily. You really shouldn’t but when he helped you out of the car and automatically put his hand on the small of your back to walk in the venue you wished he would fold you over.

When you got in, you distanced yourself from Trent a bit. You talked with some people you knew through the football community and ended up doing some shots with a couple of the girlfriends you’d met at the world cup.

“So have you seen anyone you like?” Tolami, Bukayo’s girlfriend asked you as you two were at the bar.

“Getting involved with footballers is not what I should be doing,” you told her, “Sorry,” you apologised because she was obviously with a footballer, but she laughed unoffended.

“It’s okay - I get you, they are hot though,” she said, to which you had to agree.

“A bit too hot,” you remarked, your eyes falling on Trent who was animatedly chatting with some of his friends across the room.

“You look like you have someone in mind,” Tolami smirked, following your eyes but not sure which of the group you were eyeing.

“No,” you shook your head, tearing your eyes away from him and turning back to the bar, “Tequila please,” you asked to distract yourself from him and the questioning.

“Oh come on, tell me who,” Tolami pressed but you pretended you didn’t tell, “Y/n, please - I can tell there is someone,” she pushed for a response and you groaned.

“Okay but don’t tell,” you made her promise.

“I swear I won’t,” she zipped her lips in a show of promise. You looked at her, back at the boy and sighed before looking back at her.

“I might…maybe, just maybe have a little crush on Trent,” you said below your breath, hardly audible in the music filled club, but unfortunately loud enough for her to hear, evident by her gasp.

“Trent!? That’s like Jude’s closest England friend,” Tolami exclaimed in shock. You groaned at her point and picked up the tequila shot the bartender just put out.

“Don’t remind me,” you huffed and knocked back the shot.

“That is dangerous sis, but he is fine I’ll give you that,” her truthful commentary made you sigh as the liquor slid down your throat.

“Don’t I know it,” you grumbled, “and he’s been giving me vibes and now I’m thinking about him way too much,” you admitted to her - needing to get some feeling off your chest and feeling looser to do so with the tequila swarming in your blood.

“He’s looking over here, he definitely wants you,” she mentioned, bringing her glass to her lips. You regretfully looked up and saw him looking at you like she said. He wasn’t close but you could feel the smoulder from across the room. You could feel him looking you over with desire and it only made your desire stronger.

“I can not do this,” you looked away from him and to her. She laughed as you were obviously flustered.

“I’ve never seen you like this,” she further laughed.

“Because I never am!” you whined, “A week ago he was just Jude’s friend in my eyes and now!? Things have changed much too quickly,” you complained but her amused expression countered your exacerbated one.

“I think you should just go for it, you clearly like him and I see what you mean - he is giving you vibes,” she encouraged you in the opposite direction from what you needed to hear. You needed to hear this was a terrible idea, that your brothers would kill you, that this could only go badly. You needed to hear that because you were failing to convince your own self but here your third person perspective was encouraging you in sin. You glanced back to Trent who was now pulled back into conversation then back to Tolami.

“I need a drink,” you pushed down the thought of agreeing to her suggestion and turned back to the bartender.

An hour later, you reached your limit on liquor and lowered the threshold hold on your inhibitions. You were genuinely enjoying yourself dancing with the girls to the overly loud music. At first you were silly dancing along to the beat and lyrics with the girls but soon enough your hips took control and you found yourself rolling your ass as the girls hyped you up.

“Yes queen, show them what your mama gave you,” Tolami hyped you up, filming you smoothly rolling your hips to the beat as you got closer to the ground. You laughed when you got back up, singing along to the words with the girls. After a pumped session on the dancefloor, you took a much needed bathroom break with Tolami to refresh your makeup and ensure your dress was still both covering and showing off the right places.

“You talk to him yet?” Tolami asked you as she re-applied her lipstick.

“Nope,” you popped the words out of your mouth.

“Are you going to?” she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m scared of what I’ll say,” you admitted, which made her laugh.

“Scared?” she laughed.

“Yes! I’ve had so much tequila my teeth hurt - I might ask him to marry me,” you confessed - knowing yourself enough to know you had a loose tongue when drunk.

“You won’t!” She assured without any evidence you wouldn’t, “He was watching that ass bounce baby, he wants you,” she spoke loudly in the quiet bathroom.

“Was he?” you asked with peaked interest before internally scolding yourself, “I mean, I don’t care - I’m not talking to him,” you said to cool yourself and your kitty down.

“He was, my advice - get him alone and make a move,” she encouraged you but you shook your head no, trying to also shake the idea of him from your mind.

“Let’s just go back to the party,” you changed the topic and left with her.

On the way out of the bathroom you noticed a private room with the door half open. Despite your hazy vision at this point you noticed the pole centred in the middle of the room and the soft couch opposite it and more importantly no security in sight. The room sparked an idea you couldn’t push down. You returned to the main section with everyone and sat on one of the couches with a couple girls for a bit, taking a breather. You looked around the room and saw your brothers equally trying their best to chat up some girls you were sure mum wouldn't approve of but you averted your eyes and gave them the chance to live their little life. You didn’t have time to tease them when you were equally distracted with a boy you probably shouldn’t get involved in. Your eyes fell to him not too far from you, he was in conversation with Jesse Lingard - sitting quietly in comparison to his loud counterpart, taking slow intermittent sips from his drink with his back pressed against the couch and his legs spread wide enough to spark your naughty imagination.

“I’ll be right back,” was all you told Tolami as you stood up from the group and made your way over to him. You were not thinking you were just doing.

“Hey,” you said to him, standing in front of him, interrupting his conversation.

“Hey,” he smiled at you and sat up a bit. Jesse looked between you two because Trent completely turned his attention off from him and put it on you.

“You free? I want to show you something,” you asked him, running on liquor layered adrenaline.

“Yeah, let’s go” he immediately agreed, standing up and gesturing for you to take the lead. You walked off and he followed closely behind, leaving his conversation without a word. You took him straight to the room you’d seen earlier. You put your hand on the ajar door and looked around, ensuring no one was around before pushing it open and stepping in. Trent followed you and you closed the door behind, locking it when you did. Trent looked around the room with stitched eyebrows and turned to look at you.

“What are we doing in here?” he innocently asked.

“I couldn’t really talk to you out there,” you explained and took a seat on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

“You want to talk?” he asked, smirking at your advance and taking a seat next to you.

“Among other things,” you boldly suggested and turned your body to him, uncrossing your legs and draping the thigh of your inside leg over his thigh, letting your heeled foot dangle between his spread legs. He was surprised at your gesture, pausing looking at your leg over his before clearing his throat to clear his debauched mind. “Tell me something about yourself,” you instructed him, filling the room he left empty besides the soft sounds of the music coming from beyond the door.

“Umm…well what do you want to know?” he struggled to think of something worth saying with the growing tension in his pants over your close proximity.

“Something I don’t know,” you tilted your head at him.

“Hmm…I really like chocolate fondant,” he said, making you laugh, “What?” he asked as you heartly laughed.

“That’s your thing? Fondant?” you continued to giggle.

“Yeah I can make it as well,” he smiled as you continued to giggle.

“You’ll definitely have to make it for me then,” you smiled at him.

“One day you can come to Liverpool and I will,” He put his hand on your thigh, feeling more confident in the space with you as you happily smiled with him.

“I don’t know if a chocolate fondant is enough to get me to Liverpool,” you taunted him.

“Oh? What else do you need?” he asked, leaning into you a bit and sliding his hand further up your outer thigh.

My pussy ate was the immediately drunk thought that snapped into your head when you saw him lick those pretty pink lips and lean further into you but you closed your eyes for a moment and held that thought back.

“A tour,” you said out loud, a much more innocent suggestion than what your body wanted.

“A tour?” he chuckled.

“Yes, surely you know the place well,” you put your eyes on him once more.

“I do,” he nodded and stroked his warm big hand along your outer thigh, making you wish he would put that hand somewhere else.

“Good, well then you can show me around,” you tried to remain calm and continue with your false desire.

“Chocolate fondant and a tour - I can do that for you,” he smiled, laughter behind his eyes at your silly demand.

“Good,” you nodded and he chuckled.

“What about you? What is something about you I don’t know?” he asked and you leaned back to think. It took you a long time to think with your brain slow from tequila. “Come on now, surely there is something exciting about you,” he teased, poking your side. You sat up and playfully glared at him for his poke before speaking.

“I dance,” you started, “Well I used - I mean I still kind of do, something - I mostly teach though,” you rambled a bit.

“What kind of dance do you do?” he asked, deciphering through your ramble.

“Ballet mostly,” you said and pointed your heeled foot that was between his legs reflexively. He was about to say he could tell by your posture but you continued to chat before he could say anything, “but other stuff too - jazz, modern, did a little ballroom, recently I did some pole,” you rambled on but his brain stopped at your last admission.

“Pole?” he blurted out without thought.

“Yeah, like pole dancing,” you told him.

“From ballet to pole dancing?” he asked you with a confused expression.

“Yeah, it’s quite difficult you know - good exercise,” you told him and lifted your thigh off his lap to put both feet on the floor. “Have you ever been to a strip club? They are very strong,” you asked him, whilst standing up.

“I’ve never been to a strip club,” he confessed and leaned back.

“Never!” you gasped and turned to him.

“Have you?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“A few times,” you shrugged, “It’s kind of fun,” you continued and walked over to the pole a couple feet from him and he looked surprised but enticed. He had you down as the preppy type - not the kind of girl who went to strip clubs. “Seeing the girls move,” you said into the room, putting your hand on the pole, “the strength it takes to glide around the pole,” you focused your attention on the pole, pulling it a bit to make sure it was stable. “I can show you,” you told him but before he could process the words you had two hands on the pole, gracefully swinging around it with your legs floating in the air. He was too shocked to respond - to shock to think. His shock only deepened as you swung your legs up the pole, wrapping your thighs around it as you swung upside down with ease. His throat was dry and his pupils wide as he watched you. You were totally focused and fluid but he was feeling deranged: he was conflicted between worry you’d fall, amazement at your skill but mostly by feeling dangerously turned out. That factor only increased as your thighs part on the pole, falling into an upside down front split flatter than he’d ever seen a human’s body bend. He couldn’t think - all the blood in his body was now most definitely in his cock. If you were his forbidden fruit right now he was ready to take the kiss of death. You lifted yourself right side up on the pole with ease, slowly gliding down until you reached the floor, sliding down into a split once your feet touched the little stage the pole was on. You didn’t stay there for long, you quickly tucked your knee under yourself, pushing your ass back as you stood to your feet.

“See, it’s kind of fun,” you walked over to him, with a playful smile on your lips - almost innocent, as if you didn’t just do what you did. Trent was cold sweating as you approached him. His clothes felt too tight, the room felt too warm whilst his skin felt cold. The air was too thin, his lungs too dry.

“That-that was,” he started to stutter as you stood in front of him.

“Did you like it?” you asked him, pulling your dress down an inch before putting your hands on his spread thighs and leaning forward into him. Your eyes didn’t miss the very obvious bulge between his spread thighs but you tried not to stare.

“Yes,” he choked out.

“Well then what do you have for me?” you teased, daringly sitting on his thigh. He looked at you perplexed and you smiled, “Don’t you know you have to pay the girls in the club,” you teased him. He immediately reached into his pocket, pushing you forward a bit as he pushed his hips forward to pull his wallet out of his pocket.

“Here you can have the whole thing,” he offered you in what seemed seriousness. You laughed at his gesture and shook your head.

“I’m only joking,” you giggled and pushed his wallet away.

“You definitely deserved something for that though,” he nodded toward the pole, “that was very impressive,” he emphasised as he put the wallet back into his pocket.

“Well…,” you trailed your nail down the open v on his shirt, “there is something you can give me,” you flickered your eyes up to meet his.

“What is that?” he put his hand on your hip, ever so slightly pulling you closer to him. Your eyes flickered to his lips and back to his eyes with a silent suggestion. As much as the liquor had you feeling rather forward - you wanted him to make the move. You wanted him so badly right now but you wanted him to show he wanted you first. He noticed your eyes shift and put his hand on your cheek, leaning off the back of the couch and leaning into you a bit. “What do you want baby,” he affectionately called you in a deepened tone, sending a shiver up your spine. You hesitated inches from his lips now, not wanted to say it but desperately wanting it. The hand of his that was on your cheek slid to the nape of your neck and he gently pressed his thumb into your skin, pulling you an inch closer and making you feel completely weak. He didn’t ask again, he read your body and pressed his soft lips against yours. He kissed you first but you pushed him to deepen the kiss. You tried to take control, running your tongue along his lips but he took over the kiss, he was in control and you melted into him. He moved his pillow lips against yours like an organised sympathy, you hummed against his lips - never wanting the moment to end. He put one big hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. You found yourself straddling his thigh, giving yourself the freedom to really kiss him. At this point you were glad you locked the door because you didn’t know if you could stop as his hand drifting up your thigh and under your dress. Your mind was off and your body was making the decisions for you. Your body wanted him but unfortunately, your ringing phone made the decision to stop for you. At the first ring you ignore it but the second call you couldn’t ignore. You groaned and pulled away from Trent, leaning across the couch to snatch up your little purse and take your phone out while still straddling his thigh. He watched you move wordlessly, unable to decipher if he was really on earth at the moment.

“Shit,” you cursed on seeing your brother’s name on the screen, “Hello,” you answered Jude’s call.

“Hey, where are you? I’ve been looking for you,” he asked and you silently cursed.

“Uh, the bathroom,” you stood up from Trent’s thigh and pulled your short dress down. Trent looked at you oddly and opened his mouth but you stretched your arm and put a hand over his mouth before he could talk.

“Oh, you coming out? You alright?” Jude asked with concern.

“Yeah yeah I’m good, I’ll be out shortly - the line was long,” you lied and tried to rush off the phone.

“Okay cool, see you,” Jude responded and you told him a quick bye and hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Trent asked when you let go of his mouth.

“Jude - we need to go,” you opened the camera in your phone, trying to see how you looked in the dark lightning. You fixed what your hair the best you could and pulled the top of your dress into place before looking up from your phone to see Trent still sat. “We have to go Trent,” you repeated to him.

“Do you really think I can go out there right now?” he asked you, gesturing to the very obvious hard-on in his pants. You looked at it and then back at his face with an amused smirk.

“Oh,” you held back your giggle.

“I’m going to need a few minutes,” he sighed heavily.

“Maybe I can help,” you suggested and he immediately waved his hand no.

“You can only make it worse,” he waved you off making you laugh, “I’m going to need to think about dead kittens for a bit,” he grumbled as you giggled.

“Well,” you started, walking back over to him, standing between his spread thigh “While you think about that,” you sat down, straddling his thigh once more, “remember this kitty still wants you,” you said into his ear and rolled your hips against him, pressing your warm pussy against his thigh. He groaned at your words and pushed your hips back to get off of him.

“You need to leave, like I said you can only make it worse,” he dramatically lamented. You just laughed as you got off his thigh once more. You took a minute to reapply your lipgloss before leaving but that image didn’t help Trent calm down either, watching you run the wand across your pretty now soft pink stained lips only made him think of kissing them again.

“I’ll see you outside,” you said to him before stepping out of the room and leaving him there. Trent huffed when you left the room, committing his mind to unsexy things to cool down the tension you’d caused in his body.

He always knew he liked you, he always knew you were beautiful and sexy. He always had trouble forgetting about you but now? Now he didn’t know how he was going to sleep without dreaming of you. Now that he had a taste, he wanted to eat the whole cake. He needed you now and he was ready to risk anything for you.

The risk for now being knocking on your bedroom door when everyone had retreated to their rooms after the party hoping you’d still be awake. After a few soft knocks, you realised the sound wasn’t in your dream and you got out of the bed. You opened the door hoping it wasn’t some mess you had to help with but you were pleasantly surprised to see Trent. You immediately stood up straighter on noticing him.

“Hi,” you said to him, hoping your sleepy voice didn’t sound icky.

“Hey, sorry to wake you up,” he said quietly, not wanting to accidentally wake anyone up but you.

“Did you need something?” you asked and he hesitated to answer, his eyes shifting over your face with his pause, “Trent?” you said his name in his absence of speech but as his name left your lips he quickly leaned in and captured your lips between his. You were taken back, taking a second before sighing into the soft kiss and kissing him back. You were sober now and significantly less charged up than in the club but somehow the kiss felt better. His lips sweeter, the soft hold of his large hand on your cheek soothing. You stepped back and he stepped with you, into your room without parting your synchronous lips. Much like in the club he was in control but it was less hasty - more languid as if he was studying the motion of your lips against his.

He pulled away first, leaving you wanting more. He remained with his hand on your cheek, his body against yours, one hand on the small of your back holding you to him. “That’s what I needed,” he huskily commented, making you giddy.

“If my brothers caught you in here you’re dead,” you warned him, putting two hands on his chest - shamelessly caressing the firm large muscle beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.

“I didn’t plan to stay,” he surprised you with his intention.

“You didn’t?” your surprise was obvious in your instant retort. You probably would have played coy and told him to leave but you didn’t expect he would want to leave. You frowned as he nodded.

“No, I was just thinking about you and I realised I never told you goodnight,” he explained, taking his hands off you and putting them in his pockets. Good night? He came in here and reawakened the monster you buried with the gallon of water you drank after all that tequila, with his smooth lips and he’s talking about good night!? You were baffled. “I was going to message you but then I realised I didn’t have your number,” he continued to explain and got you more and more confused as his demeanour became more shy. He just charged in here and kissed you like you’d never been kissed and now he looked like he was worried you’d say no to him.

“My number?” you asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, I was hoping I could get your number…so I could tell you goodnight,” he innocently explained, making your questioning expression soften into a smile.

“Sure, give me your phone,” you held out your hand and he gave you his phone. You put in your number and gave it back to him - smiling more when you saw the boyish glee in his face.

“I’ll go…have a good night,” he shoved his phone back into his pocket and made his way to the door threshold.

“Goodnight Trent,” you followed and held onto the handle of the door.

“Good night y/n,” he smiled at you, quickly pecking your lips in the doorway before walking away. You bit your lip after his kiss, trying to stop the pain in your face from your burning cheeks. He was cute, very very cute.

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